November 21st, 2010

Moa: The King of Destruction

McRib.

I played some of the new games last night - namely, Enslaved and Castlevania. They're both fun, but I haven't upgraded my characters or gotten to the interesting parts yet. I got a lot more involved in Assassin's Creed, now that I have two sequels I need to get to. In fact, I spent pretty much all of my free time today playing it, muting the football game when I wanted to hear what someone was saying, not that most of the stories they tell really help much. Also, I don't think I still remember much of the story, and I'm picking it up again as I go. And collecting a couple of flags here and there.

I don't understand things tonight. Nothing makes sense. All the facts are in the right places and stuff, but they don't mean what they're supposed to mean. I'm pretty sure it's all right for what it is, since that's the way it was the last time I had any handle on it, but something's off about the whole thing, and I'm pretty sure it's just me, but that's not much help. It's not a "what does it mean to BE" type question, because who cares about that, but states of mind, like happiness... they don't make SENSE. I mean, they're there, but I can't explain them to someone who doesn't understand them, like me. At least, I figure if I could understand them, I wouldn't need to explain them to myself. You know? Of course not. Nothing makes sense, least of all this bit of drivel. You see what I'm getting at? It doesn't FIT. I'm going to go see if I can figure out how to enjoy a thing. It's a thing I enjoy, but when I'm trying to figure out how to enjoy it, I find that I don't know. Sort of like involuntary breathing. I do it most of the time, but when I try to do it, I can't. I've stayed up late nights trying to remember how it works. Seriously. Someone explain it.