Sigh...

Ever wondered why your life sucks sometimes. I am right now. This is going to take a bit of explaining, but maybe I'll feel better afterwards. Maybe.

Remember how I moved out of my parent's a little while back? Well my roommate was a piss-poor choice. You see, he's an asshole, a liar, and a petty emo bitch. He's called my girlfriend a bitch to my face, he's changed the password for the wireless internet that I pay for half, his cat keeps puking all over the carpet and I think it's now shitting on the carpet too, and I can't even relax in my own home now. My girlfriend is literally sick from stress.

There's something very wrong with this picture.

I try my damnnest to be kind and considerate of others. It used to come naturally to me, but now I have to try very very hard to be nice. It's starting to drain the very life out of me. I used to think working retail did that, but it turns out having the bitch for a roommate is far more effective.

Shoot me now, life. I'm sick of this crap. I would love to move out, but I cant get ahold of the damn landlord to get my name off the lease. I need some help...

-Locke

Summer Blues

Okay, once again I neglect my blog. What else is new? I suppose it's time to update again while I'm bored and the TV is being used to watch Deadliest Catch.

Spring Semester went well. My 3D modeling class was fun and interesting, a nice change from what most of my classes are. Photoshop class was a complete blow off.

I moved out of my parents home to a small town home. My girlfriend moved in a month later. My roommate works with me and is a bit weird. I'm likely to hear him bitch all evening long during my closing shift tonight.

Sadly, I've been bored out of my mind the past few months. While I have Starcraft 2 to play, I've been sucking so bad lately that it's started to get boring. Still going to pick the actual game up when it releases, but it's starting to lose its glory. Haven't been doing any real D&D'ing lately, which is a bummer.

Enough for today. See ya in a few months, maybe.

-Locke

New Semester, New Attempt to Blog More Often

It's been a while. A long long while. Too long, if you ask anyone.

So where have I been? I've been here, in the internets, lurking endlessly. It's what I do most of the time. But the truth is that I've been fighting depression. You would think that would make posting easy, what with the endless amounts of pointless bitching I could do. But that's not the case. Depression just disables you from doing anything. You drift away from everyone you care about and abandon the things you enjoy. the feeling of worthlessness really makes things difficult.

So what have I been up to? Not much, really. Finally got my revenge upon the two classes I failed 3 years ago (I have A's in them now, so my GPA has risen great deal). My relationship with my girl friend has been rough the past few months, although hopefully things will start working out a bit.

Played a number of newer games: Assassin's Creed 2, Borderlands, Dragon Age: Orgins, and recently Bayonetta. Still got Modern Warfare 2 and Left 4 Dead 2 to install and play, and next week I'll have No More Heroes 2 and Mass Effect 2 to play. After that, there'll be White Knight Chronicles and Bioshock 2. Suffice to say, it's going to be a good year for gaming, and we're not even out of winter yet.

In the anime department, I have a few series to write reviews of. Bakemonogatari for starters. Haven't been watching much anime lately, honestly. Most of the stuff lost my interest quickly, or I didn't care to watch it to begin with.

I fully intend to return to my forums once more. I have been gone far too long and people are begining to assume I may have vanished or died or something. Can't be having that on my own forums, now can I?

Here's hoping I'll post more often.

-Locke Alexander

I can never win, can I?

Seems like I can't do anything right any more. No matter what I do, something goes wrong. I plan for something, and in turn, it pisses someone else off. I can't seem to win any more. And the worst part is, things haven't even put into motion yet and I've pissed someone off because I told them about it.

Reality really shouldn't play these hands against me. Having to chose between my friends and my girlfriend really sucks. Usually, both is an option, but sometimes it's not. And of course I promised to do hang out with one when the other wants to hang out and then gets pissed when I say I had made plans already.

Am I not allowed to hang out with one without the other every so often?

This sucks.

-Locke

A Champion Returns...

[this is the result of too much Champions Online...]

Sorata took a deep breath. He knew this wasn't going to be easy. He had been out of the hero business for a year or so. Not since the accident at the Shadow Shard that sent the scrapper to Millennium City. He silently cursed the Council, those damned Neo-Nazi-turned-alien-ruled-bastards.

He could remember waking up at a hospital here in the rebuilt Detroit. Most of Sorata's powers had been lost in the accident. No more channeling negative energy. No more regeneration. He was no longer super powered. No longer a scrapper, even.

He decided it was best to retire from the super hero shinagins for good. Without super powers, what was the point? He'd just get killed in action instead. Sure, there were heroes who managed without powers, but they had special equipment and training. Sorata was not one of those heroes.

But months later, it had seemed that some of his power had returned. While he wasn't channeling negative energy, he had gained super strength. Instead of regeration, his toughness increased. Sorata could return to the world of super heroes if he wished. But he was conflicted. He wanted to get out of it and have a normal life again. Yet a part of his enjoyed the life of a hero - the thrill of jumping into a group of thugs and beating them all down. The adrenaline rush from fighting was a driving power for the former scrapper.

When aliens had attacked Millennium City, he had to make a choice. To become Sorata once more, to fight for good and for his own selfish sense of entertainment. Or to stay a normal person, to never fight again and stay safe.

Sorata took a deep breath. He looked down upon the city from the window of his apartment, watching the alien invasion. He though for only a minute. He shrugged. "Ah fuck it!" And then, Sorata leaped.

The scrapper's fists came crashing down upon the head of one of the alien drones. It dropped from that hit alone. Sorata spun around on the ball of his foot, swinging his backhand around into the face of another alien. It went flying into a wall. A third charged in, swiping claws at the scrapper. But those were just scratches to Sorata. He grabbed it by the shoulders (or what would be considered shoulders) and slammed his head into its head. The crunching feel of its skull giving way to his own headbutt gave Sorata shivers.

The alien group laid defeated on the ground. The scrapper could only grin like an idiot. "It's good to be back."