So my day today has been whittled away, all thanks to my recent endeavor to beat Bioshock, which I feel like detailing here. I chose the title Shocks because the name "Bioshock" reminded me how my mother asked me two days ago what a "shocker" was. Naturally, I refused to tell her.
    My experience with Bioshock started off poorly, though not because of the gameplay; my latest video card seems to hate the game and so I was forced to switch it out with an older video card that worked properly. Now, rather than fighting silhouettes and being blinded by walls of what was supposed to be water, I can actually see what's going on in the game. Trust me, it's hard to enjoy a game when all of your enemies are invisible.
    After resolving that issue, I've quickly come to love the game. The game doesn't feel like it breaks any new ground as far as gameplay itself is concerned; when it first came out, I actually said it looked like Oblivion with guns, and for the most part, that's how it feels. However, the way the developers implemented this with such an immersive environment and a wonderful story makes me giddy. I think that's why this game has become loved by so many; while they don't break new ground in any specific area, it takes everything - the gameplay, the characters, the world - and puts in so much detail that game begins to feel more like a story. Nothing makes me happier than finding those little audio recordings spread throughout the world.
    The game also does a great job at establishing a lonely, creepy theme. Many games like to do this, namely because most gamers get rather peeved if they have to escort incompetent NPCs to each objective, which can severely hamper the experience and remind you that you're not Super Badass World Savior - you're Nerd Boy, protector of virtual peoples. In this, any friendly characters I've met have either turned on me (and subsequently died. I'm talking to you, Peachy. I sure was retarded, though. "Hur hur hurrr. You sound mean and Atlas says you're going to shank me. Have all of my weapons."), have run off (Tenenbaum, why not, you know, take me with you? Save me from the hordes of masked death?), or simply have not made contact with me (Atlas, you sound so badass, though I can't help but feel like you're hiding from me). On the creepier side of things, I hate Big Daddies. That's all.
    Anyway, I keep getting distracted while I write this, so I'm just going to end it. It's time for me to go play more Bioshock and see what other plasmids I can find. Wee!

    Ahh, my first Livejournal post. How refreshing! I feel that I write less and less ever since my AP Lit class finished all those years ago in high school. By years, I mean year.
    Now, time for me to get back on track; I'm submitting this entry with the title "Inspirations n' Stuff" quite simply because I'm filling this with the topics of:

1) Inspirations
2) Stuff
3) General Awesomeness

    The third bullet in the previous list hasn't been listed in the title simply because I'm implying that all of my posts will contain it, therefore it would be excessive to always point it out. Noooo, I'm not acting like I have a huge ego. Not one bit.
    As of late, I've noticed a strange trend where I talk to my good friend Heather about some activity and then feel compelled to take action about said activity or mirror her actions on it. Let's take a trip to example-land: she plays Pokemon, I stumble across a DS, I buy Pokemon; she starts watching Battlestar Galactica, another friend brings up the series, I start watching it; she falls in love with Bioshock, I hear about the upcoming movie, I start playing Bioshock. she tells me to post in my LJ, I post in my LJ. It's as though she has this strange control over the course of my actions, which leads me to one simple conclusion: she's a witch. Now, I'm not saying she's evil. She can just exert magical control over the fabric of the universe. That's all I'm saying. Please, spare my family.
    For the "Stuff" portion of this post, let me fill in anyone who may stumble across this post a la "Last week, on Alex's Life" style: my spring semester ended, just as I started seeing a girl from a nearby town. I chose to move back home for the summer and try to find a job to start paying off the mounds of debt acquired thanks to my carefree and lazy lifestyle of the past 9 months. Such debts total over $19000, but I need be only concerned with about $8000 of that at the moment. That's still not a pleasant thought. Since moving home, the job market in my town has hit a snag, my dad has lost his job, and so much of my time has instead been spent searching for a job and cleaning the upstairs of my house, all while catching up with old friends and struggling with my inability to inspire myself to do more with my life. Now, we catch up with myself as I write of current events and attempt to improve my situation...
    Whew, that last paragraph didn't sound depressing at all, did it? Meh, I get by! I'm actually rather pleasant right now. However, rather than continuing this post, I think it's time I go back to working on my job search. I'll see about writing another post another time. See ya, sucka's