The Fenix (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} c_los) wrote in andypie, |
Thoughts
Alundra...there was no hate in its destruction - only sadness. Funny thing is, once I started working for Rhino/GameStop, I actually bought another copy of Alundra...but I think I accidentally threw it away shortly after I bought it. That game...it doesn't want me to play it. This is making me sad now.
Hey, now - I took out the trash and washed dishes (threw them away)...I was a good roommate! Where now there is no doubt a hole in the ground we made some pretty good memories, I'd say. Or wait...your apartment chump roommates?
Watching Aliens at midnight, playing F-Zero GX just for the crappy TV interviews, you playing FF Tactics Advance on my Gameboy Player and me being impatient about it, Ikaruga, Mario Golf on the big TV, me annoying the hell out of you with machine gun fire on AVP2 (remember Hunt3r?), putt-putt in West Monroe with Tony and Gina, sending stupid AIM messages like "hey, look behind you!", Bad Santa, you kicking my ass at racquetball (which I miss) hanging Ninja Turtles from the ethernet cable draped across the ceiling connecting our computers...I think that is ALL I remember from that semester.
Alundra...there was no hate in its destruction - only sadness. Funny thing is, once I started working for Rhino/GameStop, I actually bought another copy of Alundra...but I think I accidentally threw it away shortly after I bought it. That game...it doesn't want me to play it. This is making me sad now.
Hey, now - I took out the trash and washed dishes (threw them away)...I was a good roommate! Where now there is no doubt a hole in the ground we made some pretty good memories, I'd say. Or wait...your apartment chump roommates?
Watching Aliens at midnight, playing F-Zero GX just for the crappy TV interviews, you playing FF Tactics Advance on my Gameboy Player and me being impatient about it, Ikaruga, Mario Golf on the big TV, me annoying the hell out of you with machine gun fire on AVP2 (remember Hunt3r?), putt-putt in West Monroe with Tony and Gina, sending stupid AIM messages like "hey, look behind you!", Bad Santa, you kicking my ass at racquetball (which I miss) hanging Ninja Turtles from the ethernet cable draped across the ceiling connecting our computers...I think that is ALL I remember from that semester.
