School is officially out, as of the 24th. Currently, I’m trying to replay Cave Story to get the best ending, where you save Curly Brace. Google it. There are about five wikis dedicated to this game.
I had such a weird dream last night. I was at a McDonald’s and really hungry, and I had a whole bowl full of those awesome fries they serve. But I had to go to the bathroom. I got up, intent on leaving the fries there for only a minute, when a waitress comes up and acts like she’s going to take them away, so I say I’m not done yet. Then this hulking guy comes up, grabs my bowl, shovels a whole bunch of fries into his mouth and lumbers off. I was so pissed I started punching and kicking him–and even if I say so myself, my punches and kicks are nothing to be sneezed at, as I take karate. But it didn’t matter if I roundhouse kicked him to the knees, or socked him in the gut, or even kneed him in the groin–it appeared I was fighting a hungry, giant, nonsentient, eunuch robot. The McDonald’s had a “program” for people whose food had been stolen, apparently, where they either talk it out over an open mic or draw a picture with printing paper and Crayola markers. I did not want to talk it out or draw a picture. I was pissed. And I wanted to hurt this cuss as much as possible.* But even kicks to the head as he was sitting down didn’t faze him. The people sitting at his table didn’t even bother to look at me. I woke up before I could put a bomb in the bowl, sadly.
Don’t tell Freud.
*If you get the Fantastic Mr. Fox reference, take some bonus points.
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