Posts tagged pokemon
Posts tagged pokemon
Where’s the OG Red&Blue?
I’m attempting to summon Pokemon X and Y for the 3DS early
Tom was at work the other night, so I had the apartment all to myself. I spent the entire night playing pokemon blue on my gameboy color (ala 1998). I told him and he concluded I’m a huge nerd.
Three days ago Tom got Pokemon Black for me while I was at work and now I have seven of the eight badges and I just got to Opelucid City. Kind of obsessed and way too much of a fangirl.
I dressed up as Dr. Horrible and sang Tom a song for Valentine’s Day.
Because having big tits is the business.
I wish this were vulpix.
gimme a sec lemme release some poison gas before the battle starts
Don’t worry about me fellas I’m just waitin for my food to arrive
I have fallen and I can’t get up
come at me bro!!
The best class I’ve ever taken was my second year of college. It was creative writing. I took it mostly as a filler class, but absolutely fell in love with it. It was taught by an aging hipster with hella babies who was completely infatuated with words. Like, seriously into words.
Anyways, over the course of the semester, we did three units: fiction, poetry, and playwriting.
My fiction project was a few different short stories. He would make a few people read their work for every project. He must have really liked my writing because in every unit he would make me read mine. Anyways, my fiction project was a short story that I will not go into, but reading it changed me. It was very short, it was too the point, and it was insanely personal. When I read it, two people cried. I realized that I had the power to form sentences and stories that were strong enough not only to draw out emotions and reactions, but were strong enough to shift a person. Take them from one place to another. Make them fucking cry. It blew my mind.
My poetry project was more satirical. While everyone else wrote about love (literally), I wrote about a shark. We had a few weeks of listening to everyone whose work was chosen whine about their hearts breaking, then me. I wrote a poem about a shark. I posted it a while ago (http://andreasaurus.tumblr.com/post/970875807/every-night-i-creep-the-weak-in-the-dark-i-move), but I had like, no followers. Check it out. I thought it was fun. It definitely was a change from the whiny single kids.
My playwriting project was absolutely empowering. It was chosen out of a few different english classes to be performed by the theater class. Seeing something I wrote being performed in front of me is something to what I imagine having a kid is like. It was at times painful, but at the end of the day, it was a labor of love and now it was real and in front of me. Absolutely amazing. It made me want to pursue writing. I wish I had a video of it, but sadly it only happened once, and I was too amazed to think that far ahead.
Just as a note, I’m not a big fan of the loose use of the word ‘addicted’.
But, just for the sake of moving things along, I am currently ‘addicted’ to:
Staying in constant contact
I WHIP MY LEAF BACK AND FORTH