More communications and Zags!
By popular demand, the Aliens have come back to speak with me. They left a big "Fuck You" in my head. It's just as well, I'm going to kill them one day, all of them. I'm going to do it by making their heads explode. I know it's been done before, but they really deserve it. In fact, the headache hasn't gone away yet, i've been up for almost all day and I'm still in pain. Die Alien scum.
Speaking of Aliens, I checked out the new Destroy All Humans game on Xbox. I'm enjoying it a lot. The graphics are nice but a little chopy at times, but after all, I am destroying tons of objects on screen at one time, I can't expect the Xbox to render all of that with perfect precision. The game is just too much fun. I love killing a bunch of humans and hearing a lot of conspiracy stuff. It's almost like Grand Theft Auto: Aliens. There isn't as much open ground though, that's pretty much the only difference, oh and you can't hijack other vehicles. I suppose that is the real purpose of GTA, but who's counting? ARE YOU?
Zags. They were the name of a fictional civilization that I created in my Uncle Joey's sawdust. Apparently, the Zags ate sawdust and my Uncle was their King because he fed them. Don't ask me why, I was a creative kid. Anyway, I took my dad out to eat today and at the resturaunt, they had this candy bar called the "Zagnut", which is what my Uncle use to call me when I would start talking about the noble Zags. Don't ask me how they became noble, I'm a creative person. So, I bought the candy bar and I'm going to bring it to my Uncle when I go on my trip.
As I said, I took my dad out to lunch today. I don't know what came over me, but after hearing that Richard was going out to dinner with his folks, I decided I should take my dad out to lunch for Father's day since I didn't get him anything. We went to an old resturaunt that was actually pretty nice. We ate and no arguing insued. I was happy. The only thing that bothers me is that nothing I say is funny to him. He only laughs at things that he says. I try to be myself, but nothing I ever say is funny to him. That actually makes me feel pretty bad. I'm worried that he'll die and never actually know me. I'm sure he still thinks I'm a failure and that I'll never achieve anything. I don't know why it bothers me all of the sudden, but it does.
My Paw Paw is coming up to Oklahoma. On his way up here, he ran into a divider on the highway. I'm worried that he can't see or something. I going to call my parents and see if he has made it yet. Depending on how bad the wreck was, we might have to bring him back with us to Louisiana. I don't mind my Paw Paw, but I don't think he would be the best rider on a trip. He's just so use to driving, I think it might be hard for him. Who knows, maybe he didn't really wreck. Maybe he just his a curb and the Aliens told him that he was in a 12 car pile-up. By the way, these are the same Aliens that are fucking with my head. Will they ever leave my lineage alone?!
Speaking of Aliens, I checked out the new Destroy All Humans game on Xbox. I'm enjoying it a lot. The graphics are nice but a little chopy at times, but after all, I am destroying tons of objects on screen at one time, I can't expect the Xbox to render all of that with perfect precision. The game is just too much fun. I love killing a bunch of humans and hearing a lot of conspiracy stuff. It's almost like Grand Theft Auto: Aliens. There isn't as much open ground though, that's pretty much the only difference, oh and you can't hijack other vehicles. I suppose that is the real purpose of GTA, but who's counting? ARE YOU?
Zags. They were the name of a fictional civilization that I created in my Uncle Joey's sawdust. Apparently, the Zags ate sawdust and my Uncle was their King because he fed them. Don't ask me why, I was a creative kid. Anyway, I took my dad out to eat today and at the resturaunt, they had this candy bar called the "Zagnut", which is what my Uncle use to call me when I would start talking about the noble Zags. Don't ask me how they became noble, I'm a creative person. So, I bought the candy bar and I'm going to bring it to my Uncle when I go on my trip.
As I said, I took my dad out to lunch today. I don't know what came over me, but after hearing that Richard was going out to dinner with his folks, I decided I should take my dad out to lunch for Father's day since I didn't get him anything. We went to an old resturaunt that was actually pretty nice. We ate and no arguing insued. I was happy. The only thing that bothers me is that nothing I say is funny to him. He only laughs at things that he says. I try to be myself, but nothing I ever say is funny to him. That actually makes me feel pretty bad. I'm worried that he'll die and never actually know me. I'm sure he still thinks I'm a failure and that I'll never achieve anything. I don't know why it bothers me all of the sudden, but it does.
My Paw Paw is coming up to Oklahoma. On his way up here, he ran into a divider on the highway. I'm worried that he can't see or something. I going to call my parents and see if he has made it yet. Depending on how bad the wreck was, we might have to bring him back with us to Louisiana. I don't mind my Paw Paw, but I don't think he would be the best rider on a trip. He's just so use to driving, I think it might be hard for him. Who knows, maybe he didn't really wreck. Maybe he just his a curb and the Aliens told him that he was in a 12 car pile-up. By the way, these are the same Aliens that are fucking with my head. Will they ever leave my lineage alone?!
posted by GhostMaster at 5:53 PM
1 Comments:
First off, I hope your Paw Paw is alright. Secondly, you gotta remember that if your dad doesn't ever really get to know you, it's his loss. As you know, my dad is not a mean person or anything, and he's got a sense of humor, but truth be told, he's never in any way stated that he was/is proud of me, or anything like that. I think it's just an old guy thing, if they actually admit to it, then they get vaporized, or the aliens come in and steal their brains from their heads while the sleep or something dreadful like that. But anyhow, my point being that although he doesn't act like it, I'm sure your dad loves you, just in a very different way.
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