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Thursday, 16 June 2011 11:35 amSomehow, events that have me in the sun and/or heat for more than about an hour always end with me dehydrated, no matter how well I worked to avoid that.
What this means is that I probably shouldn't have gone to the grad night party, because I was really not doing all that well after four hours of being stuck in the sun or, alternately, being crammed into a room that was never meant to hold nearly three hundred people. I was tired, I was cranky, I was nauseated, and I had a killer headache. But I went to the party anyway, because I'd put $20 toward it and there was supposed to be a Pokémon jumper house. (There was. It was Destiny Deoxys.) I only stayed for two hours, though, because I couldn't knock the feeling that I was constantly about to throw up. /:
Of course, now I'm at home, having slept for seven hours and lounged about for another three, and am wondering what the hell I'm going to do with myself. I've completely revamped my tumblr, complete with random not-poetry description (and more-accurate description describing exactly what I post that sounds disparaging but is absolutely true). What I should do is just suck it up and play more ME2, get the hell off of Horizon so that I can recruit me a justicar and an assassin, and do some loyalty missions so that maybe everybody doesn't die at the end.
If Garrus dies I'm so replaying the entire damn thing. ...of course, I was already planning on replaying the whole thing anyway, between wanting to do a tech run and a biotic run and playing as male!Shepard just so I can see if Kaiden is less boring when he's not trying to get in my pants. Plus I don't have all the ME2 DLC yet; mum's buying it for me as a graduation gift, but I probably won't get it until the end of the month. Which is totally cool, because at the rate I'm playing, I might not even have my first runthrough done before then. /:
What this means is that I probably shouldn't have gone to the grad night party, because I was really not doing all that well after four hours of being stuck in the sun or, alternately, being crammed into a room that was never meant to hold nearly three hundred people. I was tired, I was cranky, I was nauseated, and I had a killer headache. But I went to the party anyway, because I'd put $20 toward it and there was supposed to be a Pokémon jumper house. (There was. It was Destiny Deoxys.) I only stayed for two hours, though, because I couldn't knock the feeling that I was constantly about to throw up. /:
Of course, now I'm at home, having slept for seven hours and lounged about for another three, and am wondering what the hell I'm going to do with myself. I've completely revamped my tumblr, complete with random not-poetry description (and more-accurate description describing exactly what I post that sounds disparaging but is absolutely true). What I should do is just suck it up and play more ME2, get the hell off of Horizon so that I can recruit me a justicar and an assassin, and do some loyalty missions so that maybe everybody doesn't die at the end.
If Garrus dies I'm so replaying the entire damn thing. ...of course, I was already planning on replaying the whole thing anyway, between wanting to do a tech run and a biotic run and playing as male!Shepard just so I can see if Kaiden is less boring when he's not trying to get in my pants. Plus I don't have all the ME2 DLC yet; mum's buying it for me as a graduation gift, but I probably won't get it until the end of the month. Which is totally cool, because at the rate I'm playing, I might not even have my first runthrough done before then. /: