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Friday, June 24th, 2005
2:05 pm	I miss everyone! Dammit, I knew this was coming, but I didn't think it would be this hard. So many people disappearing, getting jobs with schedules that all happen to be offset my own. And then there are the people that just don't seem to want to talk or hang out. It is painful! Dottie works until her wrists grow "things", as the nurse put is so medically. Matt and Josh can hang out, but they play World of Warcraft until their eyes bleed, and I'd rather hang out in person. I haven't seen Christina in far, far too long, and I still have her comics. Come get your comics and say hi, at least! Bunny, though... you've gone and disappearededed. It makes me cry waterfalls, like an annoying animé character. ::wipes out a small city with tears:: So, yea, whoever happens by this lazily updated life log and is my friend, you ought make time for me, you heartless never-there peoples! ::refuses to admit his attention-whore-dom:: </whine> Alright, let's see... video game updates look bleak for me. No new Final Fantasy stuff to speak of. New Zelda, though, which looks to rock terribly. New consoles are on the horizon, which hurts me with happiness. The PS3 will probably cost around $500, which makes me laugh at Sony for being such pompous jackholes to attempt such a stupid move. I've been a PS whore for about six years, but my Square Enix and lifelong Nintendo fanboy-ism is far stronger than their corporate stupidity. Nintendo's revolutionary console is coming, and Square is with the X-Box 360, so screw you Sony. And damn you for having Devil May Cry 4 and Metal Gear Solid 4 to taunt me with. I started back up at Valencia with a Summer class. Retaking Intro to Digital Media. It'll be cake this time, considering the teacher is awesome and I know the stuff pretty well anyway. The teacher wanted everyone's X-Box live account names so we could hook up for Halo 2 and stuff. That's awesomeness. My job is pissing me off, and I'm desperately looking forward to getting a different one, ESPECIALLY if my parents follow through with starting a local arcade. That would make me horrendously joyful. I'd have the most kickass birthday hangout. Um... I'm lonely, and video games will soon be my friend again. So, uh... thanks for paying attention to me while the game industry got back on its feet again. See you when another gaming dark age comes. Or someone else. I guess it all depends on who cares and who remembers. Come on, moment, don't fail me now. </angst> Stay well, all you crazy mofos. -Ty Campbell PS My uncle died about a week ago. I don't want anyone overconsoling me, though I won't deny the occasional "so sorry for you". Unless you killed him, in which case I'd have to kill you... after asking how you managed to cause someone's gall bladder to inexplicably rupture. Note: NO ONE deserves that kind of death. No one. Current Mood: Not smiling is all. *shrug* Current Music: Random stuff by Prodigy; they just understand me right now (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 8th, 2005
10:44 pm	Quasi-depression... a bad dog that won't sit. I'm kind of trapped at the moment. I still refuse to be angsty or revert to the emo crap I used to dwell in, but it seems as though life is throwing dozens of reasons at me to do just that lately. Girl troubles, death surrounding me at many turns, and the fact that I just can't seem to finish anything I start. I've got some plans going, but I always end up needing to rely on someone else. Not to disrespect you friends that I do rely upon, but honestly, I cannot rely on you at all. Very few of you have shown me that you can be completely trusted with care over anything. Ultra Brawl collapsed solely because I gave several people greater power over the site, and rather than abusing it, you didn't use it at all. No one is consistently around. I have to do things myself, and there are a lot of things I can't do, which is why I turn to you guys. I can't really trust anyone but myself now. Trusting myself seems pretty awesome at the moment, though, because I've realized what an awesome person I am. Ego aside, I have looks on the higher end of the spectrum, I'm smarter than I am dumb, my common sense is really starting to kick in lately, I'm becoming more down to earth and less prone to getting really moody, and I'm great to be around. Why the hell wouldn't people want to make sacrifices to hang out with me? Oh well, their loss. More me for myself. Or something. I feel a rant coming on. Particularly, I'm wondering why the world can constantly tell me that I'm a genuinely good person, something that the world at large pretends to laud with great vigor, yet continue to neglect me until I become genuinely more than good. Do I have to become famous or cure a disease before I'm worthy of attention? I'm not an attention whore, but the lack of it that I receive can't be healthy for my social viewpoint and sanity perspective. Sure, it encourages me to become better. There's a limit to that, though, where I realize that getting better doesn't mean I'll ever be good enough. Strive for perfection, and settle for excellence, right? Somebody tell me what excellence is, and I'll strive beyond it, because apparently just trying to help everyone I can in this world and do as many appreciative, nice things I can won't cut it. It doesn't make sense, but it certainly helps me realize what Jesus must have gone through. And please, zealots, don't think I'm comparing him to me. I just happen to understand his situation from a first-hand perspective, albeit drastically lower on the totem pole. ::sigh:: No good deed goes unpunished, as they say. I need some cheering up, considering the amount of work I'm scheduled for this week. I'm getting more and more pissed at how Subway is treating me. Why can't I have... I don't know, a weekly schedule? The kind that doesn't change every single day? Gotta get a new job quick. Maybe Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic 2- The Sith Lords will have the answer. Wow, that's a long name. The Elder Scrolls III- Morrowind Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic 2- The Sith Lords Yikes, I thought ES3M had the longest name! Way to go, Lucasarts. Stay well. -Ty Campbell Current Mood: still smiling Current Music: A lot of Linkin Park... not sure why (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, April 28th, 2005
10:23 am	Go with the gods, Kratos. Go forth, in the name of Olympus! God of War is the best action game I've played in a long time. Well, that and Devil May Cry 3 and Ratchet and Clank: Up Your Arsenal. They're so awesome. Some companies really know what they're doing in the action game genre. One thing is missing, though. GODDAMMIT, GAME COMPANIES. DON'T YOU GET IT? COOPERATIVE PLAY, PLEASE! Okay, let's see... things have been going generally good for me. School is screwing with my social life, and will until this terms is finally over. Can't wait. Man, I'm just repeating stuff at this point. I'm in a generally good mood, and I'm dealing with internal conflicts that I can't talk to anyone directly about... at least, not without making things uncomfortable. See, I'm currently at a cross-roads where my interests are diverging. This extends even to a moral battleground I've been fighting upon for ages, which involves my ex-infatuation with the opposite gender. NO, I'm not swinging the other way. I refuse to be completely obsessed anymore, though. I mean, I can momentarily be entranced, but no more permanence until the other person shows any interest. Geez, I always start feeling guilty harping about this stuff, despite this really being the place to do just that. Anyway, yea, I finally see that I shouldn't trap myself by allowing all of my attention to be drawn to one person at a time. That's often why group gatherings always mess me up. I selfishly gathered the group just so I could get one person around that I felt a bit awkward hanging out with alone. Boo on me. I would say that I'm moving to a happier subject, but to me that subject is pretty happy. I'm not addicted to obsession. Redundant but effective phrasing. Moving on, though, I cannot wait to commence my Summer projects. Ultra Brawl will become great, the Forum War will actually take some precedence in my schedule, and I have thoughts on another RP site ::voice cracks:: I know, I know, stop making them. Honestly, though, I just want to keep making new ideas. Persistence eventually pays off. Maybe one of these random ideas will catch the eye of some coherent and sensible potential members. Besides that, the RPing of others is a great resource for Web comic and video game ideas. Web comics coming to mind, if anyone from the crew comes up with a short two-to-four frame script for a comic or two, reply with them. I always have trouble remembering comic-illustratable moments unless they're happening. Just a little requested help would be appreciated. And the people who are in the comic need to actually meet up so I can do the comic. I want to attempt the photo comic idea, because I can't draw. Alright, I'm a bit distracted at the moment, thinkin' about someone, as usual. I'll probably have more to talk about once Summer kicks off and I hear more from everyone. Man, I miss some of my less-seen friends. Christina, Alli, Chase, you all need to get more time. At least Chase ditched his job and has some time now, but I want to hang with everyone, even just a little. Stay well, friendly friends. -Ty Campbell Current Mood: From happy to ecstatic Current Music: God of War orchestral ambience (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, April 15th, 2005
11:33 pm	Ready to kick.some.ass. I'm positive there is stuff to update here, but at the immediate moment, I'm at a loss. My brain keeps doin' flips between subjects I don't want to brandish on the Web and stuff I should talk about, but am too scared and immature to say. Huzzah, I compressed all of my angst into two sentences. The rest of the post should run smoothly. Keep your eyes peeled for turbulence, however. I've had a startling revelation about this Web comic idea of mine. Every time my friends and I say "this should SO be a Web comic", we forget to write it down. It's amazing. Damnable schedules are keeping everyone from hanging out at once. The odd intervals are killing my material. If we were all hanging out at my place again like we used to, just six or more people sprouting out from the woodworks to hang, we'd be spitting out and listing ideas like mad. Plus, I've had my uber confidence boost lately, so I'd possibly be FULFILLING these idea lists rather than saving them somewhere on this hard drive and never seeing it again. And speaking of that confidence, this enhanced ego of mine has brought on something undesired. It's challenging the hell out of my usual thought-processes. You know how you'll be in an English class or something and learn a new vocabulary word, and suddenly it will actually show up in a book you're reading or be said on the news, and you SWEAR you've never seen it before until you learned it in class? It's as if the world just learned it, too. Everyone says "oh, you just didn't notice it until you knew it," but I'm skeptical. Well, the same has happened with my confidence. I just learned how to be a bit care-free while still holding true to some tact, yet now I'm... uh... let's just say that me getting hit on is a new word. I'm positive it wasn't happening before, and that I'm now just noticing it. Please excuse the random jumps in my writing at the moment. As I said, just splattering stuff as it comes to mind. You know, all that really doesn't matter, anyway. I should just be enjoying my wrecklessness for now. It's just hard to let myself go after being reserved all these years. Reticent was my word until certain people recently caught a peek of the real me and decided to pull out the heart-shock paddles and revive it. If this weren't the internet, with the creepy old guys who hunt for little children to sate their sick desires, I'd put up my number for the ladies, just to prove how confident I am. But then I'd just be a smarmy little punk, now wouldn't I? And that just isn't Campbell. Doesn't suit me. I'm the chivalrous knight. I live to politely serve women. Just recently realized I'd been neglecting a certain service. Okay, yea, it's late and I'm tired. I'd never say something like that (on livejournal). At the moment, I'm discussing the revival of UltraBrawl.com, a failed RP site that I'm going to revive with a vengeance once Summer starts around here in about two weeks. I cannot wait! I shall have free time! EVERYONE will have free time! And we'll actually get to do fun stuff together and possibly accomplish things! I just really, REALLY hope that a lot does actually get done. Every Summer up to now has been "we're gonna do stuff!" and has ended "we did a bunch of nothing, but we did nothing together." Basically, we were compromising due to laziness. No more. Caffeine pills, don't fail me now. Just need to get in contact with my friends that can contribute to the delinquency of minors. Sure, I'm the designated driver so I don't touch alcohol, but... well, the only fun the driver gets is watching everyone else get hammered. I can't be denied of such pleasures. Watch them as they can't stand up straight! Baaahahahaha! Yea, I think there's something wrong with me tonight. Very wrong. I'm missing something... something I desire greatly. Ah, of course! ::downs a bottle of Yoohoo:: Ah, yea, that's the stuff. Stay well, folks. -Campbell, Ty Current Mood: RAWK! Current Music: Me, beatboxing out loud in my room (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, April 2nd, 2005
12:27 am	Poked again. ::sigh:: Such is life. A little delayed in updates. And boy do I have a lot to talk about. Note that I will likely be jumping between subjects at random. I don't want to make a list of updates, and I'd rather not overuse transition words because... um, my English teachers have me hating them. Well, I realized that I use "Well" at the beginning of a lot of sentences when typing. It's become a nasty habit, sticking that little extra few symbols in to make the following words sound more sophisticated. Alas. Oh, why must every female poke me? What is so fascinating about twitching when poked in the side like that? Now, don't get the wrong idea. I enjoy being poked just as much as anyone. Tickling is fun. I just wondered if I was giving off a "poke me" vibe or something. See, that's something I'd rather not be giving off. You know, in case those creepy 50-year-old men who used to grin and stare at me at arcades when I was eleven decide to show up again. "Poke me" isn't the sign I need on my back. ::is poked repeatedly by Dottie, Bunny, Katie and Tracy:: Can't say I don't enjoy all this attention, though. I need to go see Sin City. I really hope it meets the hype that I created in my mind about it. Please don't be another Van Helsing or Halo 2. Speaking of Halo 2, I purchased it's superior prequel for the first time, a rather long time to wait to get Halo: Combat Evolved, seeing how love I've had my X-Box. Along with it I got God of War, which is fantastic, Ratchet and Clank: Up Your Arsenal, which has the most polished action-game mechanics I've seen in years, and The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker, which I feel ashamed not to have played yet. Yes, deep-down, there is a little Nintendo fan-boy in me. Don't be fooled, however. Dante and Sephiroth both continue to hold me from complete fandom with a vengeance. Devil May Cry 3 owns my soul. LEGO Star Wars is a horribly fun and innovative game, and I must buy it. The small amount of enjoyment I've gotten out of it through my current rental is enough for me to require ownership of it. Co-op play ALWAYS gives a game an edge. Also, don't consider the game Red Ninja: End of Honor for the X-Box. The hot animé chick on the cover is enticing, I know, but don't bother. It wants to be new and interesting, and instead has a bunch of annoying errors and "I wish I were Ninja Gaiden" moments. And a camera angle problem beyond even the usual action-game camera. Please either stop reading or find a gaggy bag if you're not a romantic soul and can't stand the sappy stuff. Bunny, you are currently in ownership of one "Ty Campbell's Heart (TM)". Now, I really don't mind you having it by any means, but the human body does in fact require a heart to function. For the sake of fairness, can I assume that yours is mine for the taking? Or did you leave it here at the house and I just didn't see where you left it? I'm blind like that sometimes, you know. Lack of blood probably isn't good for vision, either. Gah, I just wanted an excuse to use that metaphor. Seriously, though, I'm yours. You're going to have to pry me off and distract me with something else if you plan on getting away... although you seemed to make it abundantly clear that I was the one not getting away. ::shrug:: Mutual entrapment sounds fine to me. A apologize if I'm taking a lot of time on this subject, but when someone possesses a vital organ of yours, you'd be hard-pressed to think about anything else, either. I mean, I'd give just as much coverage if my friend, Chase, was holding my lungs ransom. I'd HAVE to, because I'd have to type to say anything. You know, because I wouldn't have lungs to speak. So I... yea. ::ahem:: Now, for another topic not remotely so important, but probably more widely concerned about. I have planned on starting a Web comic for a long time now, figuring that the antics of my friends manage to keep me in stitches all the time, and I don't even require drugs or alcohol to find it all funny, so I might as well attempt to entertain the annonymous world with it. However, I am a horrible artist, and when it comes to story-board artwork such as comics, the artist has far more control than in other scenarios, so I'd rather not let another person draw it all. Therefore, I decided to do something that probably isn't original, but I've yet to see it popularized. I'll be doing the strip a la Max Payne; real photos. What better way to represent my friends and I than with actual shots? I truly hope I have enough material to kick it off, and I think if people open their minds to the senseless humor, violence and lack-of-intelligence we often bring to a boil, it could be pretty popular. I just don't want it getting into pop-culture too awful hard, of course. Fight the corporate power! Right. Stay well, my friends. -Campbell, Ty (I didn't change the name too much this time, see?) PS Do you see a cherry? I don't see a cherry. Not any more. ::shrug:: Never really liked it anyway. ::continues to grin like an idiot, as he has done for the past few days:: Current Mood: swayin' in and out Current Music: Strong Bad Sings! And other type hits! (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, February 27th, 2005
10:31 pm	WHOOHOOOOHOOOHOOOO! MegaCon- Serial Fiasco. And a damn good time. Man, I wish I weren't so damned fucked up in the head recently, or else I would have enjoyed the moments more. Still, that ish was righteous. Day 1 was slow, as I mentioned, but the rest... well, yesterday, I made it back in time for the highlight of the outing. Dottie and Tracy, the lovely ladies of the relic known as UltraBrawl.com, won a judges award for their Dark Chi and Light Chi cosplay duo right out of Chobits. They got the "stuck like string cheese award" for being literally connected the whole day. After that, it was downhill, watching the other half-assed cosplayers go on stage. If I see ONE MORE GODDAMNED NARUTO OR INU YASHA COSPLAY GROUP, I WILL SHIT A BRICK, AND THEN CHUCK IT AT THEM. Come on, people, be original. Maybe we should put in a three-person cosplay limit or something. If you're denied, tough shit. Actually, I feel that, if you are sick of a cosplayer, and you are in cosplay as a character who would beat someone into the ground, you should be allowed to do so. That's why I'm doin' King of Fighters cosplay next time. Uber popular Americanized animé cosplayers are going DOWN. Okay, that's harsh. Seriously, though, people, mix it up a little. Sunday is THE day for buying stuff at this 'con. Close-out prices are my friend. $15 double-bladed sword-type dealio, and $20 for a well-crafted, full-tang ninja katana (straight blade). I also snagged a big 'ol book of funny as hell comics of the series "Arsenic Lullaby". This is dark humor at it's best. Plus, I got an extra free comic for calling my counterpart Lunchbox and punching him. We were Jay and Silent Bob, and Bob's nickname is often Lunchbox, so... yea, they must have been fans. But, yea, mad props to that. After getting thoroughly PWNed in the Super Smash Bros. competition (no tournament should ever have a time limit, only stock), I watched my silent cohort do extremely well, making it to the finals. Sadly, he was beaten, but the guy who won is now a good friend, and he's an awesome sport. Plus, HE PUT ICE CLIMBERS ON THE MAP. Of all the under-appreciated, unplayed characters from Super Smash Bros., this guy beat two people playing as Shiek (Zelda's fast and fierce and easy-to-be-good-at counterpart) and Reno/Silent Bob playing as Samus. That is skill. This guy is as hardcore a gamer as me, if not more. Afterwards, we all had dinner at the Pac-Man Café. That place rocks. We then wasted some cash upstairs at XS, a kickass arcade. After that, we headed back to my house so everyone could pick up their cars and stuff, and... well, here I am, typing. Kind of wish I could have forced a short interlude of time to go visit my new favorite book store, Barnes and Noble at the Mall at Millenia. ::uneven, mischevious bishounen grin:: Sadly, life wouldn't allow for that. Now I have to head back in to work at Subway again tomorrow. Eat fresh. Working from ten to six is no fun, but I gots to make that money so I can buy them games. I really, REALLY need another few interests or hobbies. Any suggestions? And no, Reno, Bunny is not a hobby. ::sigh:: Sometimes you deserve to be hit, man. If I weren't half your size and a quarter your strength, I might try, too. -Stay well -Campbell PS I didn't even bother with the Psycho Le Cemu concert. I don't know, their whole concept just didn't appeal to me. You have to like them by judging the book by the cover, because they don't get much deeper than that. I don't like the cover art. I heard it wasn't really all that great, anyway. Current Mood: Not listening, or not caring? Current Music: Computer noises mingled with the beat of my clock. (Comment on this)
Friday, February 25th, 2005
10:53 pm	Gah! Part II I'm just an updating machine. I'll probably go through rapid-fire post phases like this. Anyway, I'm mainly posting because Bunny told me to. And that is NOT a bad reason. And I was going to write here anyway. ::continues that mantra a few more times:: Alrighty, today was hectic as all get-out. My crew headed to MegaCon, and today was kind of like a sad prequel or something. I mean, first off, I couldn't stay very long. I had to be home for classes tomorrow, and I got a friend who needed to get to class. I hope they have fun for the rest of the weekend. I won't be back until tomorrow afternoon, so it looks like I'll miss all of Saturday, or at least the most size-able portion of it. Oh well, I couldn't manage my cosplay anyway, so I'm just a background member of the crew. Next year... next year will be much different. Sunday is gonna rock, though. Full day of MegaCon, including a concert of Psycho Le Cemu. Never really got much into their music, but a concert's a concert. I think I saw some old gamer friends today at MegaCon. Our last meeting wasn't all that pleasant, so I didn't say anything, primarily because they had all bought swords there, and I was unarmed. I'd rather have something in hand. Shite, my mom can get mad easily. I feel like a prisoner at this point. Bunny, I think I'm ready to go for that independence you mentioned. Make some room at your place. ::snicker:: I'm so lazy and disorganized, I would get kicked out of a hobo's box for my demeanor. Ugh. Well, much love, my friends. Stay well. -Campbell (I'll pick one name and stick with it eventually, I promise) Current Mood: w00st! Current Music: Random game soundtracks... not even paying attention (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, February 24th, 2005
7:32 pm	Gah! Holy ish. That entire last post, all about how I should be more aggressive, and that me evolving into a more aggressive person is a great thing, was one MASSIVE PILE of passiveness. Totally against its message. I tried to bat around a subject that will just have my emotional side contorting in pain. How... unsuccessful. Aright, aright, aright, have to be aggressive. ::puts on a blindfold and begins typing:: Uh, that paragraph in my last update about this person that's been makin' me so happy lately... yea, that was about Bunny. You are totally awesome, and hanging out with you is the snazzy. In fact, if this friendship could be more, I would fight for it. Or something. ::reads over notes on aggressiveness:: Okay, okay, yea, I got that right. Now, let's not this destroy or unsettle any of the friendship we have, but if I could get a positive or negative response soon, it would get me out of my fearful slump. Even a maybe, so long as its swaying in one direction, would help. ::finally exhales:: Now that I got that out of the way, I'm changing the subject so that the passive, apathetic and fearful side of my brain doesn't have a siezure. I need to update the days events anyway. I woke up, I ate a Nutri-Grain bar, I took a shower, then I went to school. WHOO, my mornings are exciting! Upon getting there, I wandered haplessly into the Bunny. I really don't know how I got to where we were... I don't even know what part of the school that was. I'm glad I DID find her, because I might have been lost. Anyway, I tagged along as she got her tires checked out, and we found Game Gear games at a pawn shop! That is totally kickass, if you didn't realize. Of course, they were five bucks a piece, so we both felt cheated and somewhat raped to a degree. But then, I got Shinobi II. I can take a little abuse for Shinobi II. Then to Target. She needed to shop, and I... had to go with because she had the car. Met up with Reno, more prominently known as the Shaman, after eating, and we trounced through the store in our trouncy way. What does trounce mean, anyway? I'll look it up later. Anyway, the Shaman increased my love/hate relationship with him beyond what I thought was socially, mentally, emotionally or physically possible. Kind of like beating someone to death with their own skull ("AH! This doesn't seem physically possible!"). After that, I kind of zoned out for stage lighting class, which is revealing itself more and more to be a course in which students are given basic math (we're talkin' arithmetic here) and then used as free labor for the art program to set up lights for plays. Whatever gets me my credits, I suppose. Then came sword class, and my boken almost broke. We did our first hard-core boken-to-boken contact drills today. I really, REALLY started enjoying it, to the point that the sensei was worried about the Satsui No Hadou, something Street Fighter Alpha fans would know about. Maybe I should ease up. My veins should never be as big as they were, and I should never have such a large grin when taking a swing at someone with a boken. The Orochi is growing in me... mmhmhmhmhmmmm... And now I'm home, gonna eat some spagetti and converse with the parents, seeing as I won't be seeing them for the next big weekend due to MegaCon. Last minute cosplay! I'm gonna be Iori Yagami from King of Fighters, but not the usual one. Instead, I'm doin' him from the cut-scene, red trench coat flailing and sexy black outfit pimping. Yea, I should be shot for that last sentence. Alrighty, I suppose that's it. Later, folks. Stay well. -Corey Current Mood: Harder,Better,Faster,Stronger Current Music: FF Rock Cover Band, the Black Mages (ROCK ON, UEMATSU!) (Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 23rd, 2005
10:48 pm	Spinnin' rims! Dey be spinnin'! Awww dawg! Nervous breakdowns are not fun. I'm flipping in and out of good moods and bad moods. Basically, the bipolar disorder I inherited from my mom is actually apparent now. It's bad because I'm being mean to people I shouldn't be mean to. Not cool. Luckily, there's one person that has been keeping my mood from falling downhill completely. In fact, hanging out with this person puts me beyond cloud 9, whatever that is. I can't feel any better, but I'm not really sure if I should. Do I like hanging out with this person, or do I flat-out like this person? Am I actually typing this outloud!? Quick, brain, do something! ::mode change:: Devil May Cry 3, God of War and the new Musashi game are all coming out in March! Holy frig, yea! My video gaming fingers are twitching with delight. Reserved and waiting, can't wait... ::shivers with flavor:: Just wish FFXII were coming out sooner, as well as FFVII: Advent Children and Dirge of Cerberus. I'm an FF addict and collector without solace. Drives me nuts. And MEGACON, THIS FRIDAY! SHWING! I can't wait to go. Wish I had a last-minute cosplay, but I suck at this. I don't have enough experience to know characters I can pull off. Alas. I should have planned for this way earlier. Uh, I guess I'm feelin' better, though. I found out something I'd been thinking on lately, about how I dealt with the world, and why I became angsty and stuff in the first place. I've been a coward, in fear of losing stuff. Everyone gets that way sometimes. I was so afraid of losing friends or relationships of any kind that I made it impossible to obtain more. You can't make friends when your life is devoted utterly to those you already have. I became an object. People can have fun acting on objects, but people don't enjoy action and reaction as much as something far more important. Interaction. Only recently have I realized this, along with several other awakenings (spiritual, scientific, logical, video game-al). This realization has also revealed why the search for a deep relationship along the lines of "de ladies" (commence gagging; I know I am) was fruitless. The following is a Final Fantasy VIII reference, so read a GameFaqs.com walkthrough if you get lost. I turned myself into Squall, who never got close enough to be hurt if a friend did something wrong or was lost. It took Rinoa, the incessant whiner, to break him open and learn about him. People like Rinoa do exist, and I thought that's what I wanted. I was wrong. Rinoa is annoying as hell. However, I have discovered what I am looking for. I didn't want someone that would break me open. I wanted someone who would set me off. Interaction happens when a person responds, usually in kind, to stimulus from another person. I've not always been the submissive person I am now, and used to actually respond like this. I used to be terribly open and fearless, and I went by the name of Corey. I buried this Corey, and that was stupid. He was aggressive, and got what he wanted through effort. I'm lazy and scared. Therefore, to connect this to the relationship thing, I was looking for someone who would be forceful with me, and cause me to be forceful right back. Example: I would never test the limits of allowable sexual innuendo jokes with someone I haven't known for at least a full year and have hung out with on numerous occasions. To do so would mean someone was setting the fuse. I just hope someone realizes that they're setting it. Hell, it would be FANTASTIC if they were conciously doing it. That having been typed, it can safely be said that I am becoming Corey again. I still hate the name, so call me Campbell, but deep down, I'll always be little Corey, the second-grade, Power Rangers and Ninja Turtles fan who made fifth-graders cower in fear. ::echoing evil laugh:: -Steven Corey Campbell PS Note that if a post actually has a subject title, it will likely not be terrible melodrama. If it doesn't, you might want to skip it. See, this post has a title! And it is upbeat! Whee! Current Mood: Again, Acapella DDR tunes... Current Music: Acapella DDR tunes... just... weird (Comment on this)
Sunday, February 13th, 2005
12:31 am	I can only take so much. I guess this is where I break. I almost decided to drive off the road and get in an accident driving home tonight. That is, after this night over at Reno's, after observing a game of capture the flag from my car. Thought crashing into a tree would have felt better than how I was feeling. Never thought I would be this low. I feel like I'm trapped in one of those horribly depressing songs Linkin Park writes. I thought I was above this angst. Well, it's not angst. Angst doesn't build up over the course of several years. Angst doesn't necessarily lose you friends. I only hope someone forces their help upon me, and I really don't care who, because I don't see much point in life right now, and I know I would regret suicide if I could look back on it after the fact. I can only see the present, though. And by the way, this isn't a fucking poem. (Comment on this)
Monday, February 7th, 2005
10:46 pm	I don't even know anymore. Current Mood: Horribly confused (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 11th, 2005
10:32 pm	I'm grinning. I won't say why. I want you to ask me why. Today, my first return to college classes. Introduction to Stage Lighting is going to be quite the BS. Just another stupid prereq on my way up, though I don't mind learning something new. Iaido class turned out to be way more rigorous than I anticipated. So many pushups. I don't care, however, because I now have an excuse to walk around with a boken and karate gi around campus and have a perfectly understandable explanation for it. Finally, Mythology class opened up my mind within the first day of class. To sum it all up, I finally realized that there is no such thing as right and wrong. There is good and bad, but it's always right. The only real "wrong" that can exist would be things that didn't happen, or ways something could have happened that weren't followed. If it happened, it had to happen, so it was right. Better to say it just was. Deep ish. I got to school early today, actually. More than an hour early. I decided to just walk around campus for a while. Made sure I looked menacing. Walking around looking menacing is a hobby of mine. Keeps my uptight neighborhood on its toes. I caught one glimpse of Bunny, the person who I was basically searching for. It pains me greatly that we don't and due to schedules seemingly can't hang out more. Our 3-or-so-hour conversation was one of maybe three truly successful and interesting conversations in my life that didn't completely revolve around video games or angsty, puberty-induced non-sense. We must meet up and hand out! And play DDR! And eat food and drink YooHoo! So it is written in the Book of Rage! *ahem* I'm typing a lot today, for some reason. I rarely update this journal here, if you hadn't noticed, and here I am out of nowhere, doing it again. I'll try to keep a steady update. I promise. I know there are only about four people that even pay attention to this blog, but for those fans, I will work harder. I'm sure you're totally interested in the daily paces of my chaotically complex yet remarkably simple life. What else springs to mind to talk about? I started actually paying for Final Fantasy XI online recently, which has given me a much greater motivation to actually play my money's worth. My level 6 White Mage calls out for use. Instead of that game, though, I've been playing FFX-2, which actually is an okay game if you mute your television occasionally. I want to see the ending with Tidus, and I screwed that up last time. Lucky for me, there's that whole "New Game " thing, keeping all of my snazzy items and abilities from the first play through. Very cool. By the way, my usual emotional roller coaster is taking some more loops, but I think I'm getting more used to it now. The infatuations with some members of the opposite sex I have are still there, but I'm taming them. That is, I'm keeping them in check if only to avoid awkward situations with people who have no interest. I'm sorry to all the ladies whom I ever thought I had a chance with and didn't. I'm sorry for ever bringing it up. We'll continue to pretend it never happened. I won't say any names. If you honestly don't know if you're on the list (and remotely care; note: this is not a cry for pity), ask me straight up. I have nothing to hide anymore, but every reason to be cautious. ::shifty eyes:: I KNOW NOTHING! ::commences computer system purge:: /inane By the way, I demand more hugs. I now notice how wonderful they are. More hugs. Everyone, look to the nearest person you wouldn't mind hugging and hug them. Do it, by order of the generally nice guy who likes to keep a LiveJournal intentionally leaving parts out of his life problems so you can speculate as you please. Stay well. -Steven Corey Campbell Current Mood: HAADOOOUUUKEEEEN!!! Current Music: Understand the Concept of Love- Jet Set Radio Future (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, December 13th, 2004
3:21 pm	Lock the door. And hope they don't have blasters. Greg needs to stop impaling me through the gut with pickle spears. It was a simple RP joke that went too far. No more pickle spears. No more impaling. No more innuendo. It's final exam week at the college. I just did my English exam, which was merely an essay. I love writing, and despite the pathetic topics we had to choose from, I think I wrote a fine paper. Tomorrow is more job stuff, and Wednesday I'll have my Psyche, Student Success and Digital Media exams. I'm looking forward to niether. My boss has removed the employee discount at Subway until his food costs (also known as his bonus check) comes back in. So if people suddenly start asking for more vegetables than usual on a sandwich, I lose my discount, which is in my employee handbook. Just snazzy. Also, Student Success is finally going to be over, but not until two more senseless hours of the teacher giving us the answers and thinking he's not. Then disrespecting us. ::sigh:: Onward, to glory, for I now (finally) own an X-Box! And Halo 2 as my first game! Rejoice, world, for I am whole again, with aspirations and inspiration for making the gaming world better! Fear not, for the games I create will revamp gaming culture as you know it for the better! Man, I'm so jazzed about my choice of career! How obvious I'm making that point! Ahhhahahahaaa! I just wish I had at least a little of the expertise right now so I could splurge all of my ideas out right now into some coherent, possibly playable mish-mash. I also wish that even those stupid, lame game making programs cost so much damned money. Grar. Okay, I'ma go do some RP-type stuff. Tracy requested I confess my love to all of your readers, so... I love you! ::huggles and shiz:: No worries, folks. This will NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN. ::finally relinquishes Tracy's vice-like grip:: Stay well. -Steven Corey Campbell Current Mood: HURT ME MORE! Current Music: ALOIVIA - Zone of the Enders: Anubis OST (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, November 25th, 2004
11:03 am	Hunker down, here comes a rant! I'm getting pretty sick of all these self-righteous, perpetually depressed people who feel it necessary to drone on to me about problems. Coming to me with a problem and asking for help is one thing. However, if you have no intention of letting anything I say sink in, letting someone's advice actually help you, then go away! You're just looking for pity. I've about had it with people who seem to lose enthusiasm for life. When people show sincerity, these people keep their cynical facade through thick and thin. Hell, I have a friend who is more cynical than any other person I know. You know why? Because you can compare his cynicism to how he really feels. Listen, if someone cares about something, and you can only think of something detrimental to say, say it nicely (it's called constructive criticism) or shut up. You're not helping, and if hurting is your goal, you'd better admit to yourself that you're a horrible person now before someone along the line informs you through the loss of a friendship, job or possibly worse. All done with that. Life's treatin' me pretty dandy, as it seems to have been for a long time now. Plus, I'm looking back at my days of angst and I'm getting angsty about how stupid such a mindset was. I missed out on a lot of fun stuff by being too shy and offish to say "I don't care what other people think" and just up and do stuff. Can't change the past, have to look forward, but that doesn't mean I can't lament a little. Oh, and at the moment, I'm in Kentucky visiting relatives for Thanksgiving (50 minutes and counting). Luckily, I'm picking up a rather solid wireless connection out here, as you can see. Ah, the wonders of errant signals that are likely giving us cancer. Hanging with my brother up here is completely awesome. His band of friends and himself all give me a culture shock every time I'm around, with their strange taste in music. It's awesome taste, but it doesn't seem to fit the image that their band gives off. A three-fingered jazz guitarist is inspiration for an exagerrated parody punk band? Whatever works, I guess. Which reminds me... I need to put together a friggin' band. I miss making music. I miss rocking out on the saxaphone, with Josh waling some wicked riffs on the drum set, and an angry, German-speaking band director giving himself a heart-attack yelling at us because we're off tempo by two beats a minute. Ah, the memories. Um... I suppose no one really cares about my thoughts, so this journal is just for me anymore. Still, if you have some nugget of humor or inspiration you wish to get out to me and others, smack down a comment. I appreciate them as much as the next too-shy-to-talk-in-person-so-I-made-a-livejournal guy. Stay well. -Steven Corey Campbell Current Mood: Extreme longing for cake Current Music: ZOE2 OST- Beyond the Bounds (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, November 18th, 2004
12:45 am	Forced habit I feel that I should really be keeping up this journal on a regular basis, though my bland humor and lack of creativity at the moment somewhat removes any hilarity I might be able to come up with, which is something I've always wanted to provide for people. Meh. Anyway, there isn't too awful much to report. I still need to get off my ass and save my grades last-minute like I always do. I still need to sit down and really push for my new RP sites. I still need to create a game idea to kick off my future as a video game creator. I still need to... um, no, after thanking everyone and getting my emotions vented, I don't need anything else. Although actually asking out this new lady friend will be my newest challenge of obsession. And I thought I was addicted to Final Fantasy games. ::huff:: Um, I played Halo 2. It was good. I am not. I will forever suck at FPS games. With friends who have such high calibur skills in the genre, I'm never able to play with people on my level and improve. I just get slaughtered before I can figure things out. I mean, I can play and move perfectly well, and my aim ain't bad, but they have these maps and weapon cache locations memorized before I know that the game has initiated. I don't stand a chance when they have a rocket launcher, a plasma sword, and accuracy fueled by caffeine induced semi-coma stillness. Paintball, I could maybe see myself doing well at. This game... if you see me before I see you, I lose. If I see you before you see me, I might still lose. I don't even try anymore. No improvement for the stubborn. What else is there? Uh, my half-brother in law (that's my half-brother's half-brother; both parents not mine, but one parent the mother of my half-brother; hope you understand to some degree) is staying with us. Cool guy. Older than me, with a large attention span. That always helps. Moves around a lot. As in physically. He fidgets like he has a disease or something, but he's just really hyper, I guess. I guess that's all. Due to my work-or-school-every-day schedule, I haven't seen any friends lately, and I really need to give Tracy this damned book (The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy, great book, but definitely damned) before the almighty Alli puts a plague upon my game room or something. Too bad I haven't heard from her (Tracy) in weeks now, save for her ordering a sandwich at Subway two workdays ago. Eat fresh, by the way. ::sigh:: They've turned me to the dark side. Now I have to kill Jared to become the new master. Doesn't sound too awful bad a deal. Stay well. -Steven Corey Campbell Current Mood: asi asi Current Music: The Murderous Geese, my half-brother's band (Comment on this)
Thursday, November 11th, 2004
11:12 pm	DANKE, EVERYONE! Thank you, Josh. You're currently my closest friend, basically a brother at this point. Your video games are mine, and mine are yours. Speaking of that, you ought to borrow my FFX again so you can finish it up or something. Anyway, your cynicism has opened me up to some humor I used to only minorly understand. I still laughed, but I didn't know what to label what I was laughing about. Also, you are an intelligent human being a majority of the time, and you have the same interests as myself, so I can have decent conversations with you about the stupid shit that pops into my brain, and I can respond with feasible replies to the shit that pops up in yours. You are awesome. And we need to start a band. Or something. Yea. Thank you, Dottie. You're possibly the best friend I've ever had, at least when considering the small amount of time I've known you. It didn't take long for me to realize what a genuinely nice person you are, as well as how smart you are... um, when it comes to the things we talk about. Of course, we both go into those "we're really stupid" modes, but those don't count. Tripping over a tree root or your own feet isn't a level of smartness (however, using a word such as "smartness" is often a pretty accurate negative indicator). As if the world didn't know it, I fell for you in terms of the dreaded L word, "like". Can't say that's ever going to disappear, obviously, but I'm glad that you are a cool enough person for it not to interfere in what we have; a friendship that can only be described by the term "badass". Much love to the Goddess of Water, Peace and Chastity. ::bows:: Thank you, Alli. I haven't known you directly for a very long time, less than most of my friends, but it didn't take long for your reckless disregard for most logic to hook me as a friend. Moving from one topic to the next with the fluidity of shattered glass is something not many people can pull off, so I suppose there's a level of awe in there, too. Blast to hell my hormones, which through another curve into my "must find a girl to like" stage. Luckily, you are also cool enough for that to have passed as smoothly as those really wide, seemingly pointless speed bumps they put in some parking lots (they're not even high enough to hurt your care if you speed!). Much love to the Goddess of Dreams, Destiny and Despair. ::bows:: Thank you, Chase. You're quite possibly the biggest asshole I know, fighting for the lead with Reno, Josh and a few others. You're also one of the best friends I've ever had. We've known each other since the days of the original Power Rangers (which continue to be horribly better than today's shit; thank the TV demigods that they at least brought Tommy back). We've both diverged greatly from each other, where we used to play video games all the time together, and now you play action games and want to be a Navy SEAL. I continue playing RPGs and intend to make... um, RPGs. RPG to me means roll-playing game. To you, it is ROCKET-PROPELLED GRENADE! Despite our different interests, we just meshed well, opposites attracting, sort of. Plus, your sexiness is par to Reno. Thank you, Reno. You are the pun-master, which is annoying as hell, and you kill more jokes that way. However, your mental systems and gaming attitude (towards video games and life itself) are wonderful. You disappoint sometimes with your lateness, but that's always excusable for a friend who buys his friend Diablo II just because. And for a friend who spills acid in his pocket, burning away a pair of jeans and leaving a trail of burn-bleached tile along a school hallway. NOINCH. Besides that, you will be the Shaman and I will be the Typhon, and we will forever rule the world of Ultra Brawl, now matter where it leads, so I'll see you when we make it big, my man. Snoogens. Thank you, Dawn. A rather recent friend you are, and unique even with my motley crew. You have more role-playing games than I could hope to have (I think I fell in love with that collection for a moment when I first saw it), you know games in general, and you manage to tackle me nearly every time I sign on to AIM. I really don't know a lot more about you, except that you agree with many of my friends that Japan is the source of awesomeness. Much love to the Goddess of Death. ::bows:: Thank you, Tracy. You're a friend that I can't forget, no matter what. It's utterly impossible. The scientists made the attempt, and my memories of you broke the mind-eraser machine. Your jumpy, purely positive attitude and outlook makes the world so much nicer when you're around. You're beautiful, as always... which... goes... for every goddess, but still! Plus, you're my ex... my only ex... and we're still really close friends. I will always hold that love for you, so when Tasty needs a hug or a shoulder, I'm here. Same goes... for... every... goddess.... crap! All of this is generic goddess stuff! ::sigh:: Well, it doesn't matter. You're important in your way. And you give good back massages. I could really use one right now, in fact. ::rubs cramped body, cutting finger on diamond-hard tension from constant insomnia:: Right. Much love to the Goddess of Fire, War and Sex. ::bows:: Thank you, Ashley. Just met you in college, and you forced me to be your friend. I'm submissive and shy. You are dominant and assertive. We're both friendly and un-stupid. It was inevitable. Glad to be in your group for that God-forsaken class, Student Success. I hope I can work up the nerve to actually risk hanging out with you other than just at school, though. ::is frightened of clubbing:: I'd rather sit down and relax in the warm embrace of an ULTRA LOUD, CAFFEINE-FUELED VIDEO GAME ARCADE! But that's my only "goin' out on the town" thing other than the mall and movies. Maybe I will think outside the box and go on such an adventure, but note that I'm dragging the damned box with me, just in case. Thank you, Candice. You are NICE. That's the real meaning of the word, not the horribly perturbed, meaninglessness that is has become due to overuse. You said hi to me, sat next to me when you noticed I was shy, and we had fun with that stupid "get to know your classmates" thing in English Comp. Usually, that turns out really awkward, and I exchange the information nonchalantly with the partner I'm forced with. Instead, we made it interesting, and I'm glad. Hope a deeper friendship arises. Who knows, maybe the likes of you and the above-mentioned Ashley will join the ranks of the goddesses? Well, you are goddesses, but maybe you'll get titles and stuff, too! Thank you, Christina. You are so totally awesome that my body is shaking and shivering with glee just typing about it. Okay, no more creepiness. But yea, you're really cool, you care about your friends while managing a world that you have to live in, though tonight was the first time a lot of us have seen you in what seems like ages. We need to have another outing to Oriental Trading or something (and if things screw up with directions again, which they shouldn't, I have a failsafe, roundabout way I know, just in case). You're really cool, and the only female who has refused the title of goddess successfully. I'm impressed. By the way, despite my excellent stealth skills (as in total lack thereof), I harbor some feelings for you. But then, you're not interested in dating, so I'll just let it be known. It can't really hurt me if it's just there. Least, it hasn't yet. ::bishounen grin:: Besides, nothing can pierce my impervious to true pain heart save the death of a friend or family member... for I am the mighty SQUALL OF... um... IMPENITRABILITYNESS! Yea, sure. Much love to the Warlord of Snack Foods. ::bows despite being ordered not to:: Thank you, Mark. You introduced me to a world of import gaming and DDR that I had totally overlooked and never had the chance to delve into or understand. I am now a DDR fiend as you are, though I need to get as good as you. Despite my unending endurance, you're still the best at individual songs. Damn you. ::shakes fist half-heartedly:: I need to get ahold of you and hang out again sometime soon because... well, I don't remember when you said you'd be heading to the whole military thing or whatever (free college, damn fine incentive), but I didn't think it was supposed to happen this early. I hope we can indeed hang out... as I just said. Must end repetition! Thank you, Aaron. Despite you being a green bastard (Namekian scum you are) and calling me a gunblade bastard (SeeDian scum I am... uh, yea), you were a cool friend, and still are, if I ever see you again. You seemed more of the jock type, though. Well, not so much that... you seemed more the "I actually have more than six friends" type, so I anticipated getting a tad drowned out. I hope I happen to see you signed on sometime soon. I guess I'll hope for that. Oh, and primarily, thanks for being someone who actually understood the story and novelty of the Dragonball series', at least where it seemed not to suck to me. Like, towards the beginning. Before it did suck. Yea. Thank you, Eric. I first met you in middle school, and you introduced me to Vampire: The Masquerade, and table-top RPG. That eventually lead me to the Web RP fanatic I am today, so thanks for that. Also, thanks for being a friend despite how little we hang out, or how little we really have in common. You're the kind of person I can actually have inane conversation with, and it turns out interesting enough that it doesn't seem inane. It's like we're war buddies, and we can always pick back up where we left off... and we DID kind of survive the marching band war against the mighty Dictator Reinecke and his minions, Ellis and McLaughlin (don't care if I spelled that right). Thank you, Kristy. Well, thanks for the moments we had, I guess. You seem to wrapped up in your own world to really pay attention to me as a friend anymore, but I'm glad we had what we had. I really wish you wouldn't have just dropped off the face of the earth once you started dating people. I also wish you had dated me at some point, just to give me a shot. Alas, I remained and still remain the friend that is always there. Well, as a friend, sure, but any girls who turn to me as a possible boyfriend ::gasp:: will have to try pretty hard. Crawling into my lap and humping vigorously is about the only sign I'll trust anymore, and that could just mean you're having a seizure... so if that comes up, please clarify by expressing if you can create coherent speech or not. But, yea, Kristy, you were a great friend, and if we can ever hang out again, you will continue to be such. Much love to the Goddess of Ice. ::bows:: Thank you, Maria. You are... the sexy. Without you, I wouldn't know what Latin fire was any more than the horribly skewed news and shit like MTV would tell me it is. You're remarkably friendly, which (no offense) I didn't expect. I'm afraid of people who are assertive (OBVIOUS) and thought you would just find a reason to dislike me, but your kind attitude is very refreshing behind that "check me out, I'm proud for a reason" attitude. I really wish we could hang out again, like the old days (Junior Year in Physics were some of the best moments of my life). Much love to the Goddess of Earth, Animal Spirit, and Latin Fire! ::bows:: Thank you, Matt. That is, Matt Dail. We've been friends... hell, for as long as I can remember knowing Chase. Long damn time. You're a little... unreliable, at times, and you've gotten under my skin on many occasions, but you always manage to mask it all under a facade of lovable stupidity that I can't fight. You're the man. I can still remember our exploits in writing worthwhile Sailor Moon fanfiction (worthwhile and Sailor Moon being two terms that rarely belong together). Ah, those were the days. Also were the days back in elementary school when you came to the music class with that band of carolers and threw in that solid "boy, are they mad!" No, I'm not gay. That was adorable one way or the other. And yes, if need be, I will explain that further for the use of blackmail should such a necessity be required. ::grins evilly:: You probably don't give a damn, though. Thank you, Alex. Full name: Matt Alexander Ervin. Occupation: Badass and Game Connoisseur (don't care if that's spelled right). You were at one time my mentor, and now just a great friend. I honestly don't think my obsession with long hair came from you, but you having long hair was probably a factor. Anyway, you're a badass in many ways, and your Web RP information and general genius in other regards has been an invaluable asset to much of what I deem as important in my life. Thanks for being the man. And damn you for creating the Skull F*cker. Thank you, Rae. Being Alex's fiance instilled a fear in me that I would immediately not amount to a friend with you, because I think negatively of myself too much. Thanks to you, I'm working on that. I'm also generally more open because of our conversations, as well as that one very intimate RP. Typhon's a little more relaxed anymore, anyway. But, yea, thanks for the convos, and sorry that I didn't even try to be a friendly person at MegaCon. That has changed over time and AIM. Hope you and the man can get down here for the next MegaCon. It will be a blast even moreso, as I'll save up a large amount of cash with which to lose rapidly for overpriced products! Thank you, James. Mr. Swiss, as you're commonly known in our RPing, you have become my favorite person to talk to online after all of my dirty, disturbed cybersex buddies. Yes, I'm kidding. You've pulled me through some tough emotional moments, and your modest level of genius has given many of my projects exponentially greater chances of success. Your writing is above par in just about all aspects I can think of, and I'm really glad to be your friend, and to be able to consider you one of mine. Thank you, Janaye. We actually only met... twice, maybe three times, but I've talked to you a bit on AIM. You're a great person, in general, which is more than I can say for most people, especially considering how much I really know about you. I hope that we can someday develop a cool friendship to go along with our joint general great-person-ness. Thank you, Crystal. Dottie's sister, and jovial noise to add to any situation, I can't ever think of a moment when I wasn't glad to see you or have you around to hang out with. We really should become closer friends than we are, considering your sister and I are such great friends, and you're right there, available the hanging out. Also, not really a friend so much as an acquaintance, but that other girl who accompanied us to Xcess (or however it's spelled) was cool. If you have other friends like her, or she has as much free time as we all seem to have, join us and gather! The more the merrier! Thank you, Amanda. Tracy's sister, melodrama award winner, and happy person, when hanging out, anyway. Despite your swap between being depressed online to being extremely happy and fun when in person... well, I guess that contrast is what makes you who you are, and I can appreciate both ends. Just know that all of that depression can often be beaten by really considering the value of what is making you sad when realistically compared to life itself. Often, one can find that it's not really that big of deal, and while it seems big, forcing yourself to believe it's small can bring out solutions that one would normally miss. Thank you, Cliff. Without you, I wouldn't know how much of a badass Superman, Green Lantern, The Flash, and the other Justice League members really are. Those cartoons rarely do them justice (ack, pun!). The comics show their true prowess. Oh, and I didn't mention Batman because EVERYONE know how much of a badass he is. But yea, thanks for your comic knowledge (in smaller doses would be nice, though), video gaming insight and semi-cliche but original twist ideas that you create. Good to know you, glad to have met you, and I'll have a voice-acting job waiting for you once I start making them video games of my own. Thank you, Billy. Your blatant disregard for people's feelings and the stupidity of many of life's troubles makes me laugh so. I guess there's not really much more to say. Your philosophies are interesting, and you don't care if you piss people off with your politically incorrect blurbs. We need more people like you. Thank you, Greg. You are not a lazy slackbitch, just one that is in a situation that makes you look like one. Posh to outward appearances. I'm glad to know your deep-thought humor and your views on... any stupid topic that makes it into conversation. If you can accept my money for once, though, I'd really like it if I could help you avoid selling your stormtrooper armor. That stuff is just the shit. Thank you, Katie H. Your sexiness, which extends beyond just physical beauty (as if there weren't enough of that), but your intelligence and determination is just HOT! Okay, enough of that. You're really cool, and we'd probably be as close of friends as I am with Dottie if we could hang out more (and Target let you out of that choke hold, at least a little). Besides, we're still supposed to make a porno, what with our... unique talents. Thank you, Katie S. We don't really know all that much about one another, but you're a sweet lady, and I love the sweet ladies. I love all the ladies! Your saxophone skill, which even parallels mine, is kickass, and you're so fun and happy that it makes my teeth hurt (so hackneyed!). I'm really glad you made it for Drum Major, along with fellow saxophone master Jessie (or Jesse, can't remember). Thanks for making the years in marching band less unbearable. Thank you, Steele. Steele Paxton, the Metallica fan who was my sax-playin' mentor. You fuggin' rock! Your slick blues solos and all that inspired me to get better, all the way up until I let my instrument collect dust when band at school was over! You still don't call the numbers I gave you so we can hang out, but I suppose that's just how it goes with that blues down in Hoss Flat! ::badump bump:: Thank you, Tanya. Another goddess, and a fairly important one, I had a thing for you shortly after I met you. Of course, your demeanor, which seemed like lightning to me, was too quick to keep up with, so I never knew where to take a chance. I probably wouldn't have if you walked up and told me a chance was there, though. I still would love to know how I apparently changed your life, and I will beg to know until the end. Be sure to expect a phone call or some sort of communication from me on June 6th of the 2006. Happy 21st when the time comes. Hopefully the world doesn't end or something. Much love to the Goddess of Storms, Chaos and Joy. ::bows:: Thank you, Joe. When you were still down here, you were a really cool friend, out of no where. Probably the first friend I met through AIM, although Cliff introduced us, your ideas pushed Ultra Brawl into a new era, and many new eras built off of that. Your recent... negative vibe I'm getting towards me is rather disconcerting, as is your lack of care to confront the problem, but I tried to resolve it. You turned away. I hope we can still be friends someday, when James rules the world and I make video games to appease the masses. Thank you, Adam. Didn't know you long, and I only knew you for a while as the angel warrior, Shisou Kurayami. You were a good writer, back in the day, and your tricks at nearly beating Superman using Auron in that most badass of RPs was absolutely... ::searches for a word he hasn't used yet:: ...stupendous. Thanks for the support of Ultra Brawl when you were around, and I hope one day we can get back in touch. Just never sure when you're actually online or just leaving your SN on. ::shrug:: Thank you, David W. Though we're VERY different people, you being of the super-intelligent, probably-cure-a-disease-or-something persuasion, we managed a thin friendship when we could. Sorry for all the crap I put you through, too. I'm sure I said stupid things that I wish I could take back. Well, I can't, but I hope I can be forgiven for them. Thank you, David L. My first and best friend in the beginning of school. My first friend ever. Because of our age, we could stretch our interests to match, because we had kickass imaginations. You said video games rot your brain. I thought sports were dumb. However, I laughed whenever you pegged someone with a dodgeball, and you enjoyed my rants about the newest NES releases. I'll always remember your love of Wolverine, Terminator and your creation, White Fire Man. I'll also cherish the memories of those stupid little games we'd draw on white roll-paper when we were in the cafeteria during Extended Day. Last I heard, you were cracking school computers, though. I don't sanction that, but... damn straight. Just... damn straight. Thank you, Ricky Ricketson. You were my best friend from Kindergarten through second grade, when you moved away. I was crushed. Never ever got to play video games with you, because we never got to hang out more than at school. Someday, maybe we'll cross paths again. I hope so. Thank you, James. James the Jew. ::shrug:: I knew thee in elementary school also, mostly in third grade. You made an impact at some point, because I remembered you when I met you again in high school. Your tolerance for the jokes assailing you has inspired me, despite me also throwing some of those jokes around. Sorry if I offend, and thanks for the life-tip of tolerance. Thank you, David V. Back in elementary, you, Chase and I were the coolest gang of young people at the school. Of course I'm biased. Big deal. I think I actually saw you at the last high school football game I dragged myself to. Lot's of memories. You were quieter than me (I was still Corey, back then, and only Chase could keep me under control), so I don't remember a lot, but you liked Power Rangers, too, and that's the most important thing there is. Thank you, Jose Vega. A fellow sax-man, you were a very interesting fellow to know. Though we conflicted horribly in every aspect, we managed to even things out with a friendly rivalry of sorts. Your views on the opposite gender (mostly being negative) were quite against mine, but you seemed to be a hypocrite about these views when you were with them, so I guess that saved us from horribly clashing. -note: I still play sax better than you. ::snicker:: Thank you, Jose Vanegas. You were my first new friend in the new, jail-like environment of middle school. I kind of wished we never lost touch, as you seemed like a really cool fellow to know, but you up and disappeared, and because of our minimal knowledge of one another, we couldn't really pick back up very well last time we met, I seem to recall. Oh well, my hope is going towards that changing some day in the future. Whoo! Typing all of this felt good. If by chance any of you people I haven't seen in forever stumbles across this, put a comment up and tell me so, and give me an e-mail or something so we can pick back up. To those who I may have said to much, tell me so. To those who see my thoughts as something totally enlightening or surprising, tell me so, whether over comment, e-mail, phone or in person. Basically, I enjoy feedback and encourage it. If I missed you and you happen to notice, again, hit me and await my apology and thank you. Stay well. -Steven Corey Campbell Current Mood: Thoughtful in a positive way Current Music: Star Ocean 2 Final Battle Theme (4 Comments |Comment on this)
10:37 pm	I've had it Yup, it's over. Sorry, goddesses that grace the female world. I'm no longer available. No, I'm not gay. Sorry to all those who had gotten their hopes up about that (you know who you are). I just give up. I could not possibly force myself to be gay, even if it were illegal and morally wrong to do otherwise. Life deems me unworthy of being straight. At least, it refuses to provide me or allow me to find when I try with an opportunity that has any pull on me to pursue my life as a heterosexual. Seeing as this is the case, screw it. I'd rather die of hormone-induced stress of sexual tension and anxiety building up until I explode than die because of self-induced stress over the fact that every girl I like isn't interested, whether it's just me or just dating in general. Oh, and for the record, though it's kind of rare, relationships with people who are uncomfortable in a date can be successful without them (just don't call them dates; go out as friends a little more often than with other people). Okay, that was my rant on my current status. I am now taking up the title of celibate unless/until life, fate or whatever decides to hand something to me. I've searched long and hard, and I can't find shit, even when I fight down my innate "submissive, shy-boy" demeanor. Alright, now on to everything else. Other than all of the anger that I couldn't really vent coherently splattered above, I can't truly complain about my life. I still live with my parents because my mom is a good cook and I'm a poor, lazy slackbitch. I make plenty of spending money for myself, and I will soon finally have a car of my own (the one I use is technically mine, but that hasn't been put into legal writing yet). I have lots of friends, and while I don't get to see a lot of them as often as in high school, I do seem to manage at least monthly visits with them, and that's often enough to keep the friendships solid. I don't hate my job at Subway (eat fresh, dammit!), and getting that employee discount is uber-pimp (Josh don't punch me for using that term). I mean, a six-inch sub, six cookies and a large drink for less than four bucks? Not bad. School is fun as hell, though my laziness is striking at me constantly, and I need to kick into gear at Screenwriting class or I will potentially fail what should be fun and not too horribly easy a course. See? My life is basically following the American dream and all that. My hormones are the only things that allow me room to complain about shit. So why have I slowly begun degrading into my old, angsty self? Why am I actually becoming Squall again? Squall was an asshole (Note: I have several "selves", kind of like choice-controlled multi-personalities). I can't become Corey again because... he was an asshole, too, though far less shy. I can't become Steven because he has no social life, and school is all that matters, even above family and friends. Campbell, who I currently fall under, is the only person in me that seems to have the potential for being a successful human being. Please, PLEASE some game company give me a game so awesome, so awe-inspiring that I can make a journal post that isn't depressing! Square-Enix, I know you're listening! Just a good run-through of Final Fantasy XII could probably make me happy again. At least, it would end these withdrawal pains I've been going through. ::gamer convulsions:: Um, this is the part where I get a tad sappy. Just to note, I'm saying thank you a lot in a sec, so once you've read it once, you'll get the repetition down and it should move faster. Thank you, Josh. Thank you, Dottie. Thank you, Alli. Thank you, Chase. Thank you, Reno. Thank you, Dawn. Thank you, Tracy. Thank you, Ashley. Thank you, Candice. Thank you, Christina. Thank you, Mark. Thank you, Aaron. Thank you, Eric. Thank you, Kristy. Thank you, Maria. ::crosses fingers as he types, hoping not to leave anyone out:: Thank you, Matt. Thank you, Alex. Thank you, Rae. Thank you, James. Thank you, Janaye. Thank you, Crystal. Thank you, Amanda. Thank you, Cliff. Thank you, Billy. Thank you, Greg. Thank you, Katie H. Thank you, Katie S. Thank you, Steele. Thank you, Tanya. Thank you, Joe. Thank you, Adam. Thank you, David W. Thank you, David L. Thank you, Ricky Ricketson (I still remember you from Kindergarten, man). Thank you, James. Thank you, David V. Thank you, Jose Vega. Thank you, Jose Vanegas. For the sake of brevity, at this point (I'll give you an individual "thank you" over e-mail if you mail me, and I'm sorry I missed you at this moment), thank you every friend I have or have ever had. I had to make sure everyone had their own individual "thank you", with full punctuation and sentences. This is to emphasize the sincerity. If I did leave you out, any of my friends, please feel free to strike me in the head, allow me to apologize, and accept the "thank you" that follows. Each of you has been a great, close friend of me, maybe not now, but at some time or another. Most of you may never see this, but it's there, just the same. In my next post, moments after this one, I plan on thanking each person in that list individually, if you care to look. I have to get this down, to remember all of the friends I've had who have supported me and meant so much. ::wince:: Fuck you, emotions. I only cry for movies, dammit. ::tears up anyway:: Stay well, all. ::comically blows into a hanky:: -Steven Corey Campbell, the friend who is always there (Comment on this)
Thursday, October 21st, 2004
11:47 pm	Damn, I been gone a while. ::stretches and groans loudly:: Whoo, it's been such a long time since I've ever touched this thing. Well, I'm sure that at this point no one who forced me onto this site even pays attention to me anymore. Um, Ultra Brawl is still around... kind of. I think I grew out of my "passionate site love" phase. Of course, I want to evolve UB into something worthwhile, that in fact could grow. Being single at this point is bugging me. I guess that's the prime thing that is nagging at my brain right now. I could go off on a tangent, but you all... who am I kidding, no one is reading. Well, the girl I've been in love with (no childish crushes here, else I wouldn't be so bummed) since middle school got married a few months ago. Thought I'd gotten over it. Didn't. In fact, I've been hanging out with her a lot lately. Apparently, she's moving away soon, somewhere several hours away, so I might see her a little more before the major trip. See, her husband is a military dude, and supposedly they're going to go to Tokyo and be happily ever after and whatnot once he's done with schooling. ::big, overexagerrated sigh:: Can't heal a wound like that, so there's no point crying over it. Well, crying any more. Er, yea. Also, the other girl I've been head over heels for--well, actually, this is true of every girl I like and possibly have feelings for--just isn't into dating. Don't know what to do about all that except look forward and hope for the best. Maybe I'm just not cut out for finding a girl. Maybe they'll have to find me. If that be the case, where the hell are all of the pro-active women? ::shrug:: My video game addiction is taking a weird turn. I don't know why. I love to play, but I seem to be losing something. I want to just plop down and trudge through complex storyline in Star Ocean 3, or actually up and beat Metroid: Prime or Final Fantasy: Crystal Chronicals for once. It seems that every time I touch one of my consoles, though, I plug in the Dance Dance Revolution pad and start going for AA rankings like they were oxygen. Either that, or I replay old RPGs, particularly Final Fantasy games, to try and get that euphoric and joyous feeling I had the first time I played them (those games hit my emotions like there's no tomorrow). Watching Squall and Rinoa on the ballroom dance floor in Final Fantasy VIII was nostalgic enough to move me nearly to tears, although Tracy used to call me Squall and I called her Rinoa... yea, enough of the angsty BS. So, I seem to be a DDR addict more than anything. Coupled with my addiction for attention, social gatherings with close friends and caffeine, I don't think I'll make it through all of this "going-to-college" and "being-employed" nonsense. Um, something else to note... oh, Misanthropinon, one of my current role-play site projects, is looking to become rather awesome (link- http://misanthropinon.cnhstudios.com). My mentor or sorts, Alex, has these kickass starmaps of the galaxy in which the RP takes place, and James, perhaps my closest friend at the moment, has managed flashing those planets into orbiting animations. We could have some serious possibility for a killer all-out project, here. With Josh coding the site, James and Alex doing their thing, and me throwing imagination at the fan, this could even become the base for making my first video game. As always, stay well, folks. And guys, be chivalrous. -Typhon Took PS My real name is Steven Campbell. I'll probably ditch ending my entries with Typhon Took from now on, as I've learned to like the real me a bit more than I used to. Corny, cliché, but it fits with a lame-ass gamer like me! ::lovableness continues its rampage:: Current Mood: optimistic Current Music: Paranoia remixes from DDR (Comment on this)
Thursday, March 18th, 2004
10:52 am	Ultra Brawl-ness UltraBrawl.com, my site, isn't doing too hot. I'm working on getting things organized among the officials involved (Game Masters, as we're called), but it's still difficult. Not every member is really doing everything they can to make the site work. They shouldn't have to, but... erg, I'm just looking for that happy medium. Why am I talking about the site so much? In case anyone happens to visit and wants to join? No, it's because Ultra Brawl has become my life, pretty much. It's the first project that I've ever put this much effort into that isn't for school. Yea, I've become deeply, passionately involved with a Web site. ::sigh:: I always sound like a dork whenever I try to promote the site, so I'll stop. ::/sigh:: Aaaaaaanyway... the Spring Break stuff has been good to me. I've had friends hangin' out over here a lot, I went to work some (money ownz) and I played some video games. I love Metal Gear Solid: Twin Snakes. It's such an excellent remake (eat it, Liquid!). Too bad Very Easy mode is so self-explanatory. I always start to play a game on the easiest setting. I think I'm afraid of finding out that I'm not as good a gamer as I'd like to believe... nah. ::ego does a little dance:: Life rocks, though. I got a futon, a mini-fridge, a wireless Wave Bird controller for my GameCube, an controller extender cable for my PS2, and I'll soon own Prince of Persia: Sands of Time and the Megaman Anniversary Collection. Things are looking up very high. Um... there's not really much to speak of with my social life. That tells you a lot about me, huh? I got friends. They come over. We laugh over Web Comics and play video games, then we talk about Ultra Brawl and come to no conclusions. Ain't it lovely? Stay well, whoever has enough time in their life to read this garbage. -Typhon Took (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, March 8th, 2004
7:19 pm	Life no longer sucks Well, the title says it pretty well. I was at MegaCon this weekend. Huzzah. Didn't do any cosplaying, but I and many other people from UltraBrawl.com wore our site shirts for some self-promotion. Shaman and I owned some posers on Super Smash Bros. Melee for a bit, which was of course a blast. I didn't buy anything, sadly. I was broke after I bought Sabriel (hereafter known as her Ultra Brawl name, Lee) her ticket. Actually, you can see a pic of two of my goddesses (I'll go into that some other time) on this link: http://www.scifispace.com/assets/images/megacon2004_2.swf Ketsueki (left) and Eve (right) are on the eighth pic. Eve has a big gun. Anyway, I've got my eyes all over the Final Fantasy Ball, which will be at MetroCon in July. If I can't go, I will go. It's that simple. I will sacrifice limbs to defy reality to get there. It wouldn't be the same without the real Squall Leonhart there, after all. Or will I be Squall? Who knows. If I could pull off Sephiroth... then I'd be a part of the biggest cosplay demographic. Boring. I was thinking about taking body-parts from every version of Cid and mix-and-matching them. Coherent? No. Original? Hells yes. Or maybe I'll just confuse everybody and do Raziel, Soul Reaver. Well, whatever. That's a long way off. Right now, I have to get all of my college preperations done and finish up this high school business. Plus, I'd like to make Ultra Brawl famous. How do I do that without breaking the law, though? Stay well, and props to the cosplayas. -Typhon Took (Comment on this)