Halloween
This whole month has featured nothing but the little holiday known the world over thanks to that little thing called "Western Influence." Yes, All's Hallow Eve has made it's way to places as far as Japan. Well, as far civilized areas of the world at least. Everyone has their reason to enjoy the holiday, mostly because of the candy or dressing up. Sometimes both.
Myself? The holiday has lost its fun. Yes, I still live in the realm where I wish I could put on a decent pair of black angel wings and walk around like I belong in a bad Final Fantasy game, as well as the inexplicable want to dress up like a cat boy and roll around on the ground like a horny teenage virgin so loose I could fit the whole world up my ass. Unfortunately, the whole want to do these costumes requires a time, energy, and money that I do not have. Not to mention I don't have the sexy and slender build to pull off the cat boy outfit that would turn any straight boy red. Yeah, that seems like a completely bullshitty excuse as to not to get into the spirit, and it might as well be.
This holiday, much like Thanksgiving and Christmas, is a holiday that is best suited for those that have a nice and tight-knit family and friend web. That's not me.
Insecurities From Last Night
So, last night, I was introduced indirectly to yet another Jason.
I seem to have some strange luck in that name. It would appear that anyone named Jason I find appealing in one way or another. O'Brian (Sorry, I know I totally screwed up your name), for example, I find easy to talk to and hang out with. I like that and I feel very comfortable around him.
This Jason that Bill informed me about is pretty much a picture perfect boy. His description reminds me of Austin Gordon. (Do a search now that my blog has a search bar.) Long blond hair, skater built, just probably the hottest hottie you could find in Boston from the sounds of it. The one thing that got my attention was the fact that he is a Disney fan!
See, this is a big deal with me. I told David last night that I feel a bit ashamed admitting that I still like Disney or anything even remotely related Disney in public. My experience has taught me that action isn't very keen when you are trying to get people to like you given my age range. Well, as far as basic socializing that is. If I can find anyone with even a remote interest in the Disney parks, I have found a decent common ground to talk about.
Well, naturally, I asked how big of a fan this Jason is. Bill told me that he pretty much "eat, sleeps, and shits Disney." How much so? Well, he can recite lines from the rides and movies if that tells you anything.
My mistake that I am still dreading about is that I told Bill a person that can recite the lines of the ride audio isn't the best person to go to the parks with. It was just something I felt like telling him just in case, on a whim, he was going to the parks with Jason. I see now that was a really stupid thing to do, as well as unfair to Jason himself. I haven't even met the guy or spent one ounce of time with him to know if he does that kind of thing, which most guests find annoying.
The guilt was there last night for a good chunk of the IMs I had with David, but I tried to not let it get in the way of the conversation. Guilty IMs haven't always been a good thing when talking with David and the others. In fact, they find it annoying.
I just hope I haven't screwed up something that was probably the best thing to happen to me in a long time.
DDR: Club Disney
While on Chip-and-Dale's House (WARNING: The site is entirely in Japanese!), I found a rather interesting event called Club Disney Super Dancin' Mania. Basically, over the course of the park's year in 2000, they had three different versions of the show showcasing several different musical genres, all of which you are encourage to dance to.
This reminded me of Dance Dance Revolution's Disney Rave that apparently flew under the radar with most DDR players. What reminded of it was the fact that the music they used pretty much was ripped from the game itself. However, I noticed that some of the mixes were better and longer than what is in the game. Well, at least the tracks I liked.
Unfortunately, I remember being told that DDR: Disney Rave sucks major ass compared to the rest of the DDR Series. The learning curve might as well be non-existent since it is impossible to fail. The only thing the game had going for it was Battle Mode, where you could cause your opponent's steps to get harder and harder depending on how well you did on your side.
I propose that Konami's Bemani division make a second version featuring the songs used in Tokyo Disneyland's Club Disney show, both in their full length and DDR's trademark one- to two-minute versions. I also suggest that they make the difficulty equal to that with the rest of the games in the series. I mean, just because it's a Disney game doesn't mean it has to be easy. Look at Kingdom Hearts!
Who am I fooling? I'm asking too much.
Oh well, at least I can watch videos of Chip and Dale dancing to YMCA whenever I want. There's something entertaining about seeing The Three Little Pigs dress up like The Village People.
When will I get a computer of my own?!
Just before starting this blog entry, I came down and saw my mom on this computer. Well, I made the mistake of whining about it saying that she will more than likely put spyware on here by accident. She got mad at me saying that she's very careful of that. I immediately told her differently.
Then she said that this computer was hers. Didn't she tell me several months ago that this computer was mine, or at least going to be mine? What? Did she take that back?
I need a new computer, and once I get one, I'm doing what my sister did with hers. She has a password that needs to be entered whenever the computer turns on. It is suppose to keep mom out of her computer.
Why didn't I do that on this computer? Well, because my mom is technically right. This isn't my own personal computer, even though I look up porn on it and download all these videos of Tokyo Disney Resort shows and rides. It should be my computer seeing how all my games are on here and I pretty much take up at least one-fucking-gigabyte of space. I bet she has yet to break one megabyte on here, but what do I know?
I hate being in college and not having a computer of my own. Time to add another item to my Christmas list... to the top of my list, that is.
Okay, that's enough of that for now. I think I ranted enough to make up for the last several weeks of one-paragraph posts.
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