My sorry ass attempt at Creppes

Here I am, playing Uncharted: Drake's Fortune. I played the 2nd one. I loved it. Witty dialogue. Good gunfights. Great story. Good stuff. Anyways, amidst this first part of a soon to be 3 part series I says to meself,
"Hey Sal."
And I say, "What?"
"You know what would be fantastic?"
"What?"
"CREPPES"
So I say, "F*** yeah brain. You're a genius!"
  And off I go to make creppes using a recipe from "Dragmire's Recipes"!

Don't get me wrong. What Dragmire makes and what I make are two things entirely different. And here's why. His stuff looks good enough to eat. My stuff looks good enough to give a mercy kill.

I started out fine. I had my eggs, I had my milk, I had my butter, I had my flo-- I didn't have any flour. What DID I have? MASECA MASA, instant corn maize flour. Yeah, mexican to the max.  So I think to myself, fine, I'll make myself creppes but they might be a bit tortilla-y. GOOD GAWD WAS I EVER NAIVE.
What I made wasn't anything I could have foreseen. Well I did foresee it. It was a crepptilla. Tortilla textured creppes that were not too delicious but could still pass off fine drowned in fruits and lotsa syrup.

 CHEK IT BOYEEE:

"KILL ME PLEASE" says the crepptillas

SORROWFUL WASH OF DEFEAT AND HUNGER

Bottom line is. If you don't have all purpose flour. You ain't gettin' creppes. Your punk-ass is stayin' hungry.

That is of course you take the sissy way out and go get Jack in the Box.

But then again creppes probably aren't too nutritious.

Neither are jr. bacon cheeseburgers...

Bottom bottom line: I'm hungry.

Drawings at 1:38a.m.

Inspiration doesn't really have the best timing for me.
Would it kill Inspiration just to show up when I want it to? Like when in class or staring at a blank paper/canvas/screen?

JUST when I want to go to bed after long 6 hrs of standing up and moving, I feel the sudden URGE to draw. And I do. I whipped out my tablet
and doodled.

Her name is Niné. Like nine. But with an accent on the e to make it sound like nina. Ha. But its nine because that's how many colors I used. I think.

 Eh. I like my linework but I feel like something is missing. I still suck at backgrounds tho : / .

It's original size so don't click it. Or do... In my eternal dumbness I thought I was making a big picture but when it saved I derped.








                                              Niné.

Just Great

So I cannot get the classes I had needed for the summer. Just a general Chemistry and any other thing would have been fine. But no. Every derp in the world needs to take Chem apparently. Sigh.

So I channel my thoughts into this picture in hopes that it will come true:

I haven't posted a lot recently but that's because of cramming and finals week. More to come soon?

Move out help and Math notes.

Class gets nearer and nearer to finals. But also to Summer Break! (Not really a break considering I will also be in Summer School.)

But I was thinking I should share my beautiful notes with the world!

 On a side note, it's pretty damn hard to get these pics lined up in little rows of four. Frustrating too.

On another side note, I am enjoying a toasted chicken sandwich. My mouth and gums are all cut up on the inside. YUM. In the future I will only toast slightly.


And not too long ago I helped a friend move! It was fun and I was straight jelly because they had a whole house to themselves now. Pics to prove it happened:

 Again. REALLY hard to get these little bastards to line up.

 That picture top left is my beautiful hand. The next pic is Brandon. He is evil. Then next is the Uhaul truck.

<-- That's Vudell. One of my closest friends. She's awesome.

I guess thisworks.

BRENNAN                                                   GARAGE                                          VU&BIKE


I'm not entirely sure thats's how you spell B's name. But it'll hafta do.


This post is horribly mashed together because of the damn lil pictures and non of the captions line up but I kinda like it that way.

L.A. Noire

It came in the mail today!

I had ordered L.A. Noire off of amazon.com and I gotta admit it's the first game I have bought for my Playstation 3. So I am genuinely excited to play the game LAN after having a long day at school what with working on a school project and having a Calculus exam done. Playing LAN has been on the back of my mind since I saw it on my doorstep this morning.


My only iffy subject is that it was developed by Rockstar and I always figured them for a one trick pony seeing as how they were stuck in the GTA niche. But that isn't fair of me. I didn't give Red Dead Redemption a chance. I have been meaning to play it since I love cowboy stories. But what's cooler than cowboys?
GANGSTERS IN SUITS AND TOMMY GUNS THAT'S WHAT!

I have seen the trailers for LAN and I gotta say they look good. I am all about the cinematic experience and L.A. Noire seems to want to deliver just that. I saw the acting of the characters and found out that they do those little dot things for 3-D recording and that got me real excited. As soon as I saw one little shoot of I DIDN'T DO IT and saw the man's face contort into an ugly look of guilt and shame I was sold.
To give you an example of how cinematic I like it. I'm the kind of guy who will make my character walk when I can run just because in that situation, that's what the guy would do. He would walk after an intense gun fight when finally given a moment of peace. Stuff like that.

Although, when it comes to games I'm a cheapass gamer. I say that with pride but it's a habit I must break. And relinquishing this title if CAG for a $60 game like L.A. Noire is something I am more than glad to do.

So here I go into Los Angeles to do detective stuff. With big expectations and tints of excitedness.

Detecting.

One change to this post: I downloaded a suit for registering with social club of this game. I find it funny that this downloaded suit will give me better accuracy with BAR gun and shotguns. Funny.
If I need a steady hand I better wear a different tie.

A year from now

Feelin' Down

   It's like Tyler Durden said (and I paraphrase), graduate high school, what now? Go to college and graduate, what now? Get a job. What now? Get married.

 We are stuck in this infinite loop. All of us. And we can only deviate only ever so slightly. When we first start out as kids we want to be a velociraptor when we grow up, then a dirt bike racer, then a doctor or a cop or a fireman, then a rock star, but then we all probably subconsciously realize that we aren't meant for greatness. So we settle for whatever we can get.

  I am doing nothing with my life. I mean, yeah sure, I'm going to college and whatnot but really isn't that what everybody is doing? It's just these loops that I'm jumping through to make my parents happy, to not deviate from the norm. Yeah, in the long run it'll benefit me and blah blah blah. But what do I have to live for really? I'm going to college to get a job that will support me until I die. By the time I'm done with college I feel as if my life will have already passed me by. I'm mediocre in school. I'm mediocre in life.


 I am going to be 20 and I still ask if it's ok with my folks to go out and grab a lunch with my girlfriend. I want to go out. I want to live. I want to be happily unhappy. I'm told that nothing but a fast food service career awaits me if I quit college. I know that. But all I really want out of my life in my naive state of mind is a place of my own. My two crappy jobs. And my dog named Pepe.

   I don't really need comforting. I don't need pity. I just need something to live for. I have my dreams. I have my aspirations. But it's a sad thing that they aren't enough to get me by.

   In my wildest of dreams I want to travel. I want to move from town to town and work till I can move somewhere else. In my wildest of dreams I want to have my two jobs. And when I'm finally off my second shift I'll ride my bike home (I don't really plan on owning a car). Plop down on the floor. And just boot up my laptop. Alone. But happy.

Alone. But Happy.