Game Over

Bright, flashing, multicolored lights flickered across the small screen. Reds and yellow, pinks and greens, purples, oranges and blues tangoed and sambaed along their black dance floor. 8-bit music played mockingly in the background. The air was stifling. The air was room was dark. The roaring whirl of the heater was nearly deafening; almost drowning out the infernal being of the music. Curly black hair was matted against a glistening golden forehead and neck. Brown eyes shone with unshed tears as they stared unblinking at the screen. Sadness was clear in the eyes. Suddenly, rage flashed across the eyes as anger slowly began building within the small body. Pink lips curled downward. Then, those pink lips began to grow redder as each second passed. Small white teeth harshly abused the bottom lip. As skin broke and red, life-giving liquid slowly seeped onto the lip. Slipping between clenched lips, the tongue licked at the wound. The taste of copper was overwhelming. The life-giving liquid was back where it needed to be. Tiny hands trembled as they gripped the small rectangular device. Veins bulged and protruded from the dark yet pale uncovered arms. The dancing lights flickered across the screen continuously. It was hypnotizing to watch. Reds and yellow, pinks and greens, purples, oranges and blues. Abruptly, the screen when black. The whimsical and invigorating music paused. A second passed. Then another. Blinding white light assaulted amber eyes. Amber eyes never blinked. The music turned glum. Breathing stopped. A second passed. Then another. Then another. Finally, a bestial cry escaped from the small mouth. Pent up anger was released. The rectangular device was thrown across the room. A door slammed shut. The room was empty. The device’s screen continued to glow.

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The Lady of Shallot, Who?

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Growing up poetry was never my forte; I always found it to be… superfluous. I always (wrongly) believed that people only wrote poetry to as a means to express their (often unrequited) love for someone. Love was something that I had no interest in as a child, therefore I found poetry irrelevant. I hated how poems always ran me round and round in circles, taunting me with the “true meaning” behind their words. If you want to say something just say! You dressing up an “I love you” in a sparkling gown and royal crown to make it look like something straight out of a Shakespeare play makes me even less inclined to read it. Because I was never very good at it as a child, my dislike for poetry accompanied me throughout the rest of my schooling and, ultimately, to college. Up until last semester, I jumped through hurdles just to make sure that a poetry class never appeared on my schedule.

But then, the unthinkable happened.

Last semester I had a great English professor that absolutely loved poetry; particularly poetry from the British Victorian era. At first, I was a bit put off that half the reading were poetry; I was expecting Victorian literature to focus on novels not poems. Nevertheless, his passion for poetry was actual very contagious. After learning more about the history of aesthetics and reading works like The Mikado, Sleeping Venus, and Picture of Dorian Gray, even though still poetry wasn’t my favorite genre of literature, I had a new found appreciation for it. Fast forward to spring term 2014. I saw that that same professor was teaching a course on poetry. I immediately refused to take the class because of its focus on poetry. But day after day went by and I kept seining that seats for the class were being filled. I finally swallowed my apprehension and decided to sign up for the course. I wasn’t disappointed. I can honestly say that learning more about poetry was actually a very interesting experience. I’m glad I took a leap of faith. Though, I still have a few qualms about poetry; particularly gender.

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Out of the selection of Tennyson poems that I read, I have to say that The Lady of Shallot is my favorite. The vivid imagery of the never-ending fields that “meet the sky” and the beautiful trees that “quiver” paints a clear picture in my mind of how Shallot should appear. However, what really pulls me into this poem is the mystery of the Lady of Shallot. As the protagonist of the poem, I expected to be given the actual name of the Lady. But no; all we’re told is the title of the female protagonist. Though this may be a minor detail that many people would over look or deem insignificant, I can’t help but feel distant from the Lady because I feel as if she is hiding from me. (Never-mind that painting up above; that was Waterhouse’s fantasy and representation of how he imagined her.) We don’t even get a description of her! What does she look like? What color are her eyes? Her hair? The questions are never-ending. The lack of description of the Lady when compared to the overflowing description of Shallot itself and Lancelot is a bit annoyed in that it leaves me unsatisfied. This annoyance is doubled because of the Lady’s lacking background. Where did she come from? Why will she be cursed if she looks directly outside? So many burning questions that Tennyson leaves unanswered! These juxtapose Lancelot’s rather long-winded description. We know that Lancelot has “broad clear brow[s]… coal-black curls” and is wearing “brazen greaves” among a dozen other articles of clothing that are explicitly depicted. Lancelot even has a backstory.

By making the Lady of Shallot so mysterious, it makes me question her identity. But because she is not revealed to posses a real name, and not a title, does that mean that she has no true identity? Or does this imply that her name isn’t important? I feel as though gender roles are obviously at work here. Each section of the poem ends with speech. He first quote is spoken by a reaper who introduces the protagonist “Tis the fairy Lady of Shallot.” It is considered proper etiquette for a gentleman to introduce a lady, which the poem follows. Still, the poem is named Lady of Shallot. The first speaker is a man, which upholds the tradition of men speaking first. This followed by that fact that the Lady doesn’t actually appear until the second section where she is depicted as weaving “by day and night”— an action that is viewed as “womanly.” Throughout this section, no description of the Lady is given, thus implying that she is merely a symbol for the female species; an angel of the house, if you will, and is therefor safe from harm. However, it is only after the Lady sees Lancelot and falls prey to her desire leaving her tower that she is then fated to die. This reoccurring theme of women dying or wanting to die because of unfulfilled love in poetry (and stories) depicts women as defenseless while men get off scot-free. During Tennyson’s time, ideas such as these were common and discouraged women from “deviant” or unwomanly acts for fear of being punished or dying.

This double standard is something that I truly dislike, so maybe I’ll stick to more modern poetry in the future. At least, I hope that modern poetry is more fair to both genders.

Wanna-be Art Critic Part 2

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Edward Hopper; Cape Code Morning (1950); 4’x4’; Oil on Canvas

The painting is very smooth and bright. I really get the feeling that the morning is just beginning. I like the highlights of woman’s face and dress. I like the attention to detail. The highlights on the trees give off a sense of warmth. I like that the colors are all very warm, which makes me feel happy. The blending of the grass is a nice touch, and the shadows of the trees on the grass give the painting a sense of depth. However, to me, the painting as a whole seems a bit 2-D. I feel as if the trees are right next to the woman in the house, and not a few yards away. The picture could use more depth. Aside from that, I find the picture to be pleasant.

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Georgia O’Keefe; Manhattan (1932); 9’x3’; Oil on Canvas

The painting is very geometric with the vast amount of rectangles. The rectangles make up the building, which exaggerates the height of the buildings. There are three flowers in the painting, however, they don’t really stand out against the blue and pick background. The middle of the paining consist of white buildings, which immediately draws the viewers attention because of it being surrounded by the colors building in the background. The painting is very abstract. At first view, it is hard to see the buildings that are supposed to be made up of tall rectangles. Only the small rectangles’ representing windows and the narrow triangles gives the image the idea that the picture is suppose to be of houses and buildings. Because of all of the buildings so close together, I get the feeling of crowding. Personally, I don’t really like the painting because it reminds me of cubism (which I’m not a fan of), while the colors are a bit to dull for my liking.

Wanna-be Art Critic Part 1

As a gamer I have a healthy appreciation for art. In an earlier post, I kinda ranted on about the importance of the storyline in video games, but that isn’t to say that video game art isn’t important. Every great storyline needs great graphics to accompany it. The other day, I decided to pay homage to the ancestors of digital art by frolic around around D.C. visiting art museums to “broaden my horizons” and gain insight to the various artworks and art styles of others. I immensely enjoy going to museums and taking in the quiet and creative atmosphere, so I thought I would continue to share my trip with you all! This is my attempt to be a “art critic.”

Credentials? Ha! Who needs credentials to judge art?

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Lucio Fontana

Spatial Concepts: Nature (1959-60)

20’x 12’ total area; each sphere is about 2’ in diameter


This piece of artwork is located outside of the Hirshhorn Museum; it was one of the first ones that I saw. The piece itself consists of balls made out of bronze situated on a grassy area. There are a few feet between each of the spheres. Nothing really stands out about this piece of artwork; it was bronze and grass. However, it did remind me of artwork that would come from Japan because of the connection to nature I always make with Japan; they have those stone gardens that promote peace and Zen. It is somewhat calming to look at because it isn’t very complicated. Because the spaces between the spheres vary, I was immediately drawn to the space in-between each of them. Also, the spheres weren’t perfectly round. They had notches in them that made me think on nuts. When viewing the spheres as nuts, it was easy for me to imagine squirrels spending a lot of time there, which connects to nature, which is what the art work is about: nature and space.

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Roy Lichtenstein

Brushstroke (1996)


Mixed Media (Painted Aluminum)

This artwork was the first one I saw when entering the Hirshhorn. The artwork is very large, so you can’t help but notice it. It’s only two colors: black and off-white. It is suppose to represent a brush stroke of paint. This piece seemed very simple. However, the bold, black lines seem cartoony; as if it was something out of a comic. Aside from that, othing really stood out about it to me, just its size. Since the off-white color is representative of the color of paint being used, then maybe if the brush stroke were a different color, then it would appeal more to the masses and garner more attention. Using a vibrant color such as red would evoke a feeling of passion, while a vibrant orange would surely catch the attention of others. Because off-white is such a plain color, this work is easily forgettable.

Trip to the Museum

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Two weeks ago I ventured into D.C. when I heard of an art exhibit titled Damage Control: Art and Destruction Since the 1950’s located at the Hirshhorn Museum, I knew that I had to visit. The Damage Control exhibit as a whole was pretty amazing to look at. Seeing things that would normally be considered dangerous and destructive put on display and being tagged as “beautiful” artwork was bit jarring at first.

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Mona Hatuoum’ work, Still Life with Hand Grenades (2006-07), Mixed Media

Hatuoum’s Hand Grenades consisted of multiple colorful grenades situated on top of a steel table. The size of the grenades are pretty much uniform with them being slightly larger than my fist. The table itself, while not much to look at, reminds me very much of an autopsy table; which is about 6’x2’. This image resonates with the fact that multiple grenades— weapons of destruction and death— are sitting on top of it. The grenade material was of a crystal like substance. The shininess and colorfulness of the grenades gives them a toy like appearance; an object that any parent would let their child play with. This playful quality of the grenades contrast with the destructive prowess that they posses. This application of mixing beauty with deadly potential is rather jarring, and reminds me of the myth of the “femme fatal.”

Hand Grenades is actually one of the first pieces of work you see when you first walk into the exhibit. It really set the tone for what the rest of the artwork in the exhibit would be like. Overall, I really liked the piece. It is relatively simple piece consisting of roughly thirty-five grenades. Some of the shapes vary which made me want to look at every grenade individually just to note the small differences between them. Some were smooth, some had the pattern of a traditional hand grenade, and some were rather spikey. The bright transparent colors really caught me attention; the colors were cheerful and happy, which made me want to buy one to put on my shelf to brighten my day. When I initially realized my train of thought, I was a bit disturbed by it. Grenades are internally dangerous and are deadly weapons, therefore my wanting of the object made me feel a bit guilty. I think that this feeling might have been what Hatuoum was aiming for when she made the piece. Things that cause destruction and death can be beautiful, but most of all, artwork such as this is meant to invoke thought. I would image that my mixed feelings of awe and guilt are very similar what most American’s were feeling when the atom bomb on Hiroshima and Nagasaki during WWII. The destruction is devastating and awe inspiring, but the fact that hundreds of thousands of lives were lost and destroyed that day really makes you stop and reconsidered the consequences of your actions. Hatuoum’s Hand Grenades strives, and my opinion accurately, invokes these feelings of self reflection and awe.


Christian Marclay, Guitar Drag (2000), Install

This video shows a man in a truck driving off road over a leave and brush covered ground. Tied to the back of the truck is a guitar as it drags along the ground as he drives. You can her the sounds of the plucking of the guitar strings as it runs along the ground. The sound isn’t particularly pleasing to the ear. Though, I must admit that I never thought of dragging a guitar along the ground to play it. It was very creative, and yet, I’m nor really sure what this piece is suppose to represent. If I had to guess, then I would have to say that this piece represents the beauty that can come from unexpected means,; a sentiment that the artwork in the Damage Control exhibit do wonderfully.


Pipilotti Rist, Swiss, Ever is Over All (1997), Install

The artwork is an install that has two part. On one side (the wall directly in front of the viewer) shows Rist walking down a city street filled with parked cars holding a baton shaped like a giant flower. After walking for some time she begins to smash in windows and mirror of the parked cars she is walking next to. At some point, a police officer (woman) comes by and greets her before going about her. She does all of this with a smile. On the other side, the video shows a field of vibrant red flowers. There is whimsical music playing in the background. There is a jarring sense about this piece. The peaceful music differs from the vandalism that she is performing. And because this scene is so shocking, I can’t help but totally ignore the flower video playing right next to it. To me based my own reaction, this artwork shows just how much people often focus on the ugly in the world, rather than the beauty.


Barbara Kruger, Belief and Doubt (2012), Mixed Media

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In my opinion, this has to be one of the most interesting works in the entire museum. It takes up an entire floor. The color scheme is red, black and white. This gives to artwork a “modern” feel to it. The words “Belief + Doubt” are on every surface of the room; from the floors to the walls. There is even a gift shop that promotes the artist. This was the easiest work to find in the museum because the name was literally everywhere. The words are so large that you can’t help but notice them. There are many little quotes that invokes thought in the viewer, such as “Belife+Doubt=Sanity.” This also shows how most artist make their money; they don’t just make money by relying on selling artwork alone, they also sell other merchandise that appeal to the consumer. The usage of the questions gets the viewer to think about themselves and the world in which they live in.

Video Game Storylines

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While hanging out at a friend’s dorm (we’ll call her “G”) the other day, the topic of video game graphics and storylines came up. We were waiting out the rain so we decided to play GTA V. After attempting to break onto the military base numerous times— and ultimately failing after each attempt— I just had to ask her what exactly the storyline for the game was. I mean, we had literally spent a little over two hours running over people in expensive cars, robbing banks on a whim, carjacking dozens of cars, and destroying half of the police force; all of which had nothing to do with the progression of the game. She gave me a look that practically screamed “duh” as she told me, “ You’re suppose to go around completing missions for this guy named Roman, but after the first five or six missions, most people ignore him and do whatever they want. It’s practically an open-world were you can fulfill every evil whim that you’ve wanted to do.” I stared at her. “That’s it?” She nodded. “That’s it.”

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Are. You. Serious!?

To me, the storyline is the most important element in a video game. I mean, what’s the point of playing a game if you have no objective? What’s your motivation? I play Pokémon because, no matter how cliché the plot is, it still stays interesting because of the multiple objectives I have to complete and the various different mini games you came perform that vary from game to game. When Pokemon X and Y cam out, the fact that you can actually sit in the game was a huge deal. And don’t get me started on riding Pokemon…

We can finally jump ledges on Pokemon!

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But I digress. I wholly believe that storylines are more important that graphics; gamers are more than willing to purchase titles without all the graphic bells and whistles if they can get into a good, solid plot. A good storyline encourages gamers to form bonds with the characters they play as they- the gamer and the character they play as- overcome challenges and learn more about the characters history. The emotional experiences you undergo really endear you to the characters your playing as, thus allowing you to get a more personal experience with the game. Take Thomas was Alone as an example.

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Thomas was Alone is a indie puzzle game that is described as a “minimalist game about friendship and jumping.” The main character is a red rectangle named Thomas who, at the start of the game is, you guests it, alone. What makes this game interesting is that Thomas and other polygons, who later become available to play as, are AI’s in a computer mainframe that have developed personalities and each possess different abilities that will help you pass through the obstacles of each level. Other than just solving each puzzle to bypass each level, the game comes off as charming as you watch the friendship between the polygon friends grow as they help each other across each level, and finally escape from the mainframe and enter into society.

I feel as if my words don’t give this game, and many games like it, the justice it deserves. Yes, it may seem a bit silly, but in this case it really is the experience of the storyline that really makes the game. I highly recommend this game for any gamer that A. enjoys puzzles or B. can’t pass up a great storyline that could put most big budget games to shame.

English As A Major

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Back when I was only a seventh grader in middle school, my english teacher Ms. Berry gave my class a particularly thought provoking assignment: 1) write a short paper about what you plan to major in and why or 2) if you don’t envision college as your future, write a short paper on what you plan to do after your school career. We were given two days to complete it. Now, a project like this may seem easy to do, but as a seventh grader, college was the furthest thing from my mind. I hadn’t even made it to high school yet! Why did I have to write on a topic that wouldn’t impact me until years later? After the initial stage of hearing the assignment, I began to mull over Ms. Berry’s words. I was initially taken aback by the fact that she acknowledged that college wasn’t the only option in life. That in itself was thought provoking.

Growing up, what do your teachers and parents always tell you about school? “Get good grades so that you get into a good college.”

Why get into a good college? “Get into a good school so that you can get a good job.”

What exactly is a “good job”? “A job that pays well so you can support yourself and your family.”

What about a job doing things that I like? “If you can make it work, thats fine. Otherwise, get a job that pays enough so that you can do what you enjoy on the side.”

Does any of this sound familiar?

After class, my friends and I continued to talk about the homework assignment. It was pretty well known around the school that I was a video game fanatic, so classmates kept coming up to me saying things along the lines of, “I bet you’re going to major in computer science and engineering, right? I know you like video games. Are you going to make them?” I remember being really urked at this assumption; I don’t only play video games. Reading was a big part of life, too. It had always been a dream of mine to become a fiction writer because I love fantasy; I’ve always been a big daydreamer. When I revealed that no, I actually planned on majoring in english of all things, I can clearly recall the looks of pity and shock. “English?” many classmates echoed. “What are you going to do with that? You’ll never make any money that way. All you can do is become a teacher, and everybody knows that they make absolutely nothing.”

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Comments like that were plentiful. I began to doubt myself. Am I making the wrong choice? What if I don’t succeed? Not even out of middle school yet and I was already having a midlife crisis!

Later than night, I spent hours upon hours looking at a blank word document on my computer screen. Am I setting myself up for failure? I like to read and write, shouldn’t I pick a major that would help me do something that I love? Becoming an author had always been my dream after all.

After taking a deep breath and sorting out my thoughts for a few more minutes, I began to write:

In a society where technology is highly valued, it can be a wonder as to why I would choose to major in English; a field that many would deem as “useless” in today’s job market. Many students are urged to study in fields such as medicine, computer science, and engineering in an effort to ensure that they have the greatest chance to have jobs in a struggling economy. And with countless news sources and companies such as Yahoo churning out articles with titles such as “Top 10 Degrees to Major in” and “5 Useless Majors that Bosses Don’t Want” at least once as week, it can be extremely disheartening for a person that decides that math and science laden paths just are not for them. As it so happens, I am one of those persons that has chosen to take another route known as English; a route that is slowly become less traveled.

As a child, books always fascinated me. Unlike most children, bedtime was my favorite part of the day. I would scramble into my pajamas and under the covers as I eagerly waited for my mother to appear in the doorway, book in hand. I looked forward to hearing new stories whose colorful pictures and descriptive words would drag me into a new world. As I grew older, I soon began reading books to my parents. I delighted in showing off my “superb” reading abilities and sharing my favorite parts of storybooks to anybody in my family that would listen. At a young age, I had already developed a love for reading. By the time I reached middle school, my definition of a goodtime was spending hours upon hours at the public library checking out as many books as I could that could fit into my book bag. I absolutely relished books because reading took me to places I could only dream of.

To me, words are magic. The words of an author provide me with the opportunity to travel the world without having to pay for plane ticket. I can enjoy traveling to both fictional and non-fictional countries and worlds because I am able to use my imagination to envision the surroundings and the events that the words of the author paint into my mind. And with that revelation, I am able to see the power behind words. The power to completely ensnare an audience in a fantasy that may or may not exist using only words is an aspect that I have come to greatly appreciate during my later years. Writing is the way that I best express myself. Through writing, I am able to release my emotions; frustration, happiness, sadness, anxiousness. I take great pleasure in sharing my works of fiction with the people around me. I find that writing makes me happy and I can envision myself writing fiction that the world will enjoy.

I chose to major in English become someday I wish to become a successful writer. Because I highly treasure imagination, my heart breaks a little when people often tell me that they do not enjoy reading; that they rather spend their time watching television shows or playing videogames that has little plot and dialogue. I feel that people, particularly children, feel this way because during their school years, they are forced to read canon novels that don’t truly cater to the different interests of the children. This is one reason why I genuinely admire J.K Rowling. She was able to take to world by storm and entice millions of children to pick up a book and use their imagination. The style of her books is completely different from the traditional works of Shakespeare, Robert Frost, Toni Morrison, etc. I believe that like Rowling, I too can write works of fiction that can excite people and urge them to (re)discover the joys that reading can bring.”

As I finished my paper, I felt relieved; I managed to convey why I liked reading and why I wanted to major in english. However, I could still hear the pitying voices of my classmates in my head. Would I base my career and the rest of my life on a silly love of reading, writing, and daydreaming? Many people liked to read, but that doesn’t mean that they all ran off to became authors.

In the end, I ended up writing a paper on why my love of video games and art would lead me to a major and career in computer science. That decision is what lead me to UMD. My first year on campus I was registered as computer science major. But after some serious critical thought and a series of unforeseen circumstances, I ended up switching my major to english; the major that I knew in my heart of hearts I really wanted to do. Even though I was initially apprehensive about the switch, I can honestly say that I don’t regret my choice of switching. And as for my love of video games, whose to say that I can’t become a video game storyboard writer?

How I Got My Game On

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Whenever I make a new friend, one of the very first questions I ask them is if they enjoy playing video games. Yes, I know that the question may seem a bit trivial, but to me, this question gives me a scale of how close of a friend you may possibly become. And yes, I know that it is a bit shallow on my part. But video games have always been a big part of my life, even though I am not what most people would define as a “hardcore gamer.” I rarely play games competitively, nonetheless I still enjoy video games. They always say that you can judge a person based on the friends that they surround themselves with or “birds of a feather flock together.” Sayings like these are especially true for me. Friends always have at least one hobby or like in common. To be a close friend of mine, you must either be a fan of video games or anime (though that’s a topic for another time.)

What got me into video games? Well, as I’ve shared with you before, I have an older brother. And for those of you with siblings, more-so older siblings, sharing is one of those things that your parents begged you to do for the sake of their sanity, yet you insistently disregarded it and continually raised hell just to drive them closer to their graves. My brother is actually ten years older than me, so you can imagine that there was a pretty large disconnect when ever we wanted to play together. When I was five, my brother was fifteen; while I was just starting elementary school, my brother was beginning his high school career. Not to mention that boys play differently than girls; there was no way I would have been able to wrestle with him without breaking something. Our age gap made the chance of us actually playing together almost nonexistent.

However, Christmas rolled around, and with it came the solution to our problem:

The Nintendo 64 was revolutionary in our household. As a child, I loved (and still love) my brother dearly, but it always saddened me that we weren’t as close as the other sibling in the neighborhood. No older brother wants his little sister to tag along with him and his friends all the time, so I was often left behind. Yeah, we talked, but the things we could talk about were severely limited due to my young age. But then, we were gifted with a Nintendo 64 and a game called Mario Kart 64. Its often joked that Mario games break up friendships, but in my case it brought my brother and I closer together. We now had a topic that we could talk to each other about! And soon, we had a close bond that I still cherish to this day. And with that, my love of video games grew because it helped bridge the gap that I feared would never be crossed.

My current obsession with games stem from the happiness I felt as a child playing video games with my loved one. So when I ask you, “Oh, do you play any video games” the question is more personal that what you may have once believed.


Time Flies When You’re Not Doing Much

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I am a relatively simple person; it doesn’t take much for me to have a good time. I enjoy piece and quiet, and as such, I enjoy pastimes that promote this. I’d rather curl up with a good book or video game system than party any day of the week. “Relaxation is key” is my personal motto. So when the weekend rolled around last week, I decided that instead of getting a head start on my homework, my time would be better spent relaxing from the stress of the week. And by relax, I mean play video games until my eyes rolled out of my head from staring at the screen for so long. I know that many would deem this a poor way to spend ones time, and honestly, I kind of did as well. “You could be doing something productive with your time,” is the thought that often danced in my head whenever I looked at the time. I could practically feel the guilt gnawing at my chest as hours quickly melted away. I literally had to stomp the guilt away by justifying that I probably wouldn’t have the chance to relax for a while so I might as well as take advantage of the time. And that’s how I spent my Friday.

The next day I decided that I would spend my time in a productive manner. I have no idea what came over me. I rolled out of bed around seven in the morning and dragged myself over to my laptop; music in the morning always gets me pumped. I decided that it was time to give my room a deep cleaning. My mother always complains that whenever I’m home for the weekend, it takes not a minute for my bedroom to look as if someone has lived it for weeks without cleaning. And she’s right. I’ll be the first to admit that I have a bad habit of tossing my clothes around. In my defense, it is my room. But on the other hand, there is only so much disorganization I can stand. Let it be known that cleaning my room is typically a three day work in progress for me simply because of how easily distracted I am. My short attention span surely didn’t fail that day. Not even an hour into cleaning, my youtube music playlist I stumbled across a video clip of a couple dancing on the show So You Think You Can Dance.

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I was simply in awe of the talent of the dancers. I myself cannot dance. However, I can definitely appreciate the beauty and elegance of someone who can. Dancing is a performing art; an art that I wish I knew more about. My art expertise lies within studio art. Yes, I can create things with my hands, but arts such as poetry and dance have always been out of reach. Or have they? At that moment of cleaning, it came to me that as a young woman, I should learn how to dance formally- something along the lines of the waltz and the like. And that’s when it hit me! Forget cleaning my room! I’m going to learn how to dance! At the time, I envisioned that the rest of the day would look something like this:

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Or this:

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In actuality, it ended up looking more like this:

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Pokémon Training to the Extreme! Yeah Right…

The fact that I am a Pokémon fan is the first thing that people tend to notice about me. Usually, I’m walking around playing the game on my 3DS with my eyes glued to the screen rather that paying attention to what others are saying or doing. And if I actually take the time to speak with someone, there’s a 95% chance that I will in some way, shape, or form, mention Pokémon within the first ten minutes of the conversation. I don’t put a lot of stock in the card game; I much prefer the video games simply because I enjoy the feeling of playing through a journey and raising my Pokémon companions to become the champion of whatever region the game takes place in. And of course I watched the show growing up— I still do from time to time if it’s a particularly interesting episode; although my dislike of Ash is what has been turning me off from it as of late (last 10 years or so). My love for the game, however, has in no way diminished over the years.

Before spring break started, a few of my friends and I decided that we would have team battles once school resumed after break. I was immediately excited. It’s actually pretty rare for me to battle against real people. I’m easily intimidated my others because of my lack of in-depth strategy. In game NPCs are easy enough for me to defeat because they’re so predictable and easy to overwhelm with brute force. Now, while I don’t expect this to be a full blown metagame, this time I actually have to put real thought into my actions if I want to win. It’s time to consult the almighty helix fossil!

So after checking out my friends’ PC boxes, I came to a glaring conclusion: my Pokémon suck. I had never realized that they (my friends) EV and IV trained their teams for perfect stats. Sadly, my pokémon teams are utter trash compared to theirs. There was no way that I could ever hope to beat them when we battled. It was then that I vowed that my entire spring break would be dedicated to training them for competitive battle; something that I have never done before. So when I arrived home Thursday night before break officially began, I immediately put together a list of the pokémon that I planned to use during the battle. I had never realized how difficult it was to choose only six pokémon that would get me through anything that they managed to throw at me.

I actually favor bulky Pokémon because they can take hits. So Pokémon with great defense and special defense is a must. That automatically puts Bulbasuar and Snorlax on the team. Other than that, I decided to breed a bunch a pokémon to train for the week to get them into fighting shape.

I was totally getting amped up for the 27th to arrive!

But the very next day I went out and bought a new game, Fire Emblem: Awakening because why not? I should have known better. Pokémon Y was immediately tossed to the side as the battlefield tactics of Fire Emblem quickly consumed my attention.

Pokemon battle? What Pokémon battle?

See ya!

P.S. What Pokémon do you guys think would make a great well rounded team?