I'm a one-tracked mined in a one-tracked world... (To the tunes of Emilia's Big big girl)

I haven't been online (at all) since two days ago (!!!) and this is because of the reasons stated in the previous post. ^^ Me and Alexander have played RE4 like rabid dogs, and Isabell, Therese and Anna have been watching biting their nails in fear. Playing gets a lot more scary when three girls sit behind you and stare at every shot you fire like it would be your last, and one of them screams every time another enemy enters the screen (I have to say that would be Anna, to preserve Therese's honor). To that we have added a light touch of Guitar Hero and Singstar, and a few minutes of FEAR and Jak II. This night Nick (den glade skåningen) and his PS3 had a fight-night so me and Alex headed over there playing boxing, hong-kong action, manga fighting, and olymic sports. To sum it up: I haven't missed internet. Unbelievable, I know.

Wanna know something cool? Nick's PS3 was crowded with about five, six guys (including Alex), and me. And it really felt like no one cared that I was a girl. They cracked a few female-unfriendly jokes without giving it a second's hesitation. As if that didn't boost my confidence and well-being enough, I played that manga fighting game for the first time and beat Axel two times (it's a cool name and he's a cool guy) and almost Alex (who's played it a hundred million times). It was the PS2 one with Sol Badguy (that's actually his last name!!! ^^) and Ky and stuff... I've seen pictures from it all around the net, but never seen the actual game. It was good.

I feel invigorated, empowered, boosted and alive.

Hey, did you notice that if you swap the letters of "game" you get "mage"? So cool. Then, to be really cheesy, you can make "mager" out of "gamer", and a "mager" would obviously be the logical word for the "overmage", the one who makes other mages. So... damn, everyone else blogs about God and parental law and, um, communist pigs, I feel so Jack Sparrow. I'm gonna go write some really deep poetry.