From Heartbreak to Awesome-itude

My older sister broke her wrist this past week and had to have surgery to fix it, including the addition of a metal plate to her arm. I was concerned, naturally, but then I realized something today. Something that makes my blood boil.

My sister is now closer to being a robot than I am.
You might be thinking to yourself, "Laura, shut up about being a robot already. You've posted about it enough already. Write about something else."
You're probably right.

So yeah. Now that I got my jealousy out of the way, I'm gonna put the whole robot thing on the shelf. It may come back one day, but for now I will blog about other things.
My buddy got me to try this MMO called Aion. I've always stuck by World of Warcraft. I tried City of Heroes-- controls sucked. I tried Dungeons and Dragons online-- got too bored of it, and the art wasn't very good. So I was expecting to be mildly amused by this 'Aion' and then express that I preferred World of Warcraft.

This was me within the first three minutes of gameplay.


Reduced to a trembling, mangledy-handed, weeping, drooling, poorly-drawn MS Paint person.

Okay not really. But seriously, that game is BEAUTIFUL.


Yes. That's a screenshot. Not of my character though. All of a sudden, World of Warcraft started to look like poorly-drawn MS Paint people in my mind too. So I was blithely questing with my friend and I was having a blast, and before I knew it, we were level nine! So a couple quests later, and all of a sudden MY CHARACTER WAS SPROUTING WINGS AND I WAS FLYING.

HOLY CRAP YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW COOL THAT WAS.

And another thing that I like? Even the low-level armor and weapons look somewhat nice and interesting. It's not like World of Warcraft where you look like a complete and total scrub til at least level 70. Oh, and lets not forget the fact that the character customization is awesoooome.

So now I'm pretty much in love with Aion.

But in other news, I need sleep. So yeah. Bye, blog.

I need to be a Robot. Now.

So after a brief medical scare, it turns out I had pneumonia again. I'm getting really sick and tired of pneumonia, guys. I've had it more times than I can accurately count. And so, I have decided to pneumonia-proof my body for the future. Now, this is just a basic idea for possible improvements but I'm thinking that I could really get somewhere with this.


Clearly, this will make me pneumonia-proof and possibly more durable to other unfortunate occurrences, like falling, car wrecks, bombs, and other stuff. BUT WHY STOP THERE!?


Clearly, I need to be a robot. RIGHT NOW. That is almost too much awesome for me to even think about. I'll take any donations to the 'Help Laura Fulfill Her Dream' project. I'll even give back to the community by fighting crime and stuff. I MEAN FOR GOD'S SAKE I'D HAVE A MEGAMAN-STYLE BLASTER ARM AND A BEAM SABER.

I have to be a robot. This has become my quest in life. I'll be disease-proof, totally badass, and OMEGA MACK-DADDY AWESOME.

Jem

My roommate and I get along fairly well, all things considered. He's a 27-year-old bachelor type and I am a 21-year-old... not-bachelor type. He has his room. I have mine. When he gets on my nerves or I just don't feel social, I just shut my bedroom door and enjoy the privacy until I do feel social again.

But my roommate and I disagree on one very important thing.

I love Jem and the Holograms.

My roommate does not. In fact, my roommate hates Jem and the Holograms.

I also love the Misfits-- you know, the band of 80s punk-style bad girls and they were totally Jem's rivals? I kind of like the Misfits better because whereas Jem sang about love and snuggles and music being magic and truly outrageous and glamour and fashion and fame, the Misfits sang about other, more interesting subjects. Well, in the perspective of an 80s kids' cartoon.

But I digress. Jem is fierce. I dig her huge pink hair and her fashionableness and her awesome 80s makeup. I dig how carefully multicultural the Holograms were. If they remade Jem, I would watch, enthralled, every single day. I would sing along with the songs. I still do when I listen to them on YouTube.

Yes, I've YouTubed the songs from Jem. Me and my friends are Jem girls. Jem, Jem is my name.

Yes, I'm listening to Jem songs while I type this.

My roommate hates me a little.

You see, because of the fact that we live in an apartment without central air, the only way to get nice cool air from our air conditioner is to leave our doors open. Meaning that unless he wants to suffer in a sweltering room, he has to leave his door open. Normally I listen to my music quietly enough that he can't really hear it, but if he does something I find particularly obnoxious, foul, or unpleasant (this morning, I woke up to use the restroom and it smelled like rotten eggs and butt-stank. I literally opened the door and gagged, and was unable to use the bathroom to pee for about an hour), I crank up the volume and drive him insane.

HERE COMES GOLD! GLITTER AND GOLD!

TRULY OUTRAGEOUS, THAT'S A JEM GIRL!

BUT WE'RE THE MISFITS, OUR SONGS ARE BETTER.

Oh, he hates it. Revenge is sweet. So really, if you've gleaned any information at all from this post, it should be that I'm really not a nice person.