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Sup. Another day spent wisely as I remembered that I hadn't read the latest Feist novel so that consumed my time (sucker for that kinda stuff). Huge cliff hanger ending going to make the wait until the final instalment next year even more painful TT. Best book of his in a lonnnnnng time for me. Going to try and read more "real" books this year, will see how that goes.

Holidays soon, but that means exams even sooner. Cram cram cram. Someone teach me about Machine Design, Automation and Control, Microeconomics and Organization and Business Management .



- Not sure if being on a first name basis with the guy who works lateshift at 7/11 is a good thing or an awesome thing

- I should go to sleep lol.

- Buying three Mias from Pizza Hut only actually saves me two dollars and isn't worth the subsequent stomach ache.

- I've finally resolved to playing Persona 3 sometime in the next month. Apparently it's awesome, and it sounds like it's right up my alley

- I can never remember when to take my gasses in TvP. My ten minute bio push isn't awfully scary without stim or medivacs

- In some way, shape or form, chocolate will be my downfall

- Colour printing is expensive and should be avoided at all costs

- Urge to go on an adventure rising buuuuuut

- Going to Singapore, Malaysia and Thailand with my parents at the end of the year. Should be good fun, seeing as the furthest I've ever travelled is to Queensland


Pack rolled over and reached for his Playstation 5 controller. After some fumbling, he found it underneath the mattress and sheet he liked to think of as a bed, and pushed the X button before dropping it. He found humour and comfort in the notion of just how much effort this seemingly trivial task required.

The next thirty minute CGI sequence began. Pack remembered back to when you actually had to play Final Fantasy games. When FFXIII launched, critics criticized it (as critics tend to do), calling it out as “a glorified movie, barely a videogame at all” and by the time XVII had rolled around, it was clear the the developers had dropped the pretence of this being an interactive experience at all. By no means was this a good ‘game’. Pack didn’t mind so much, even though he knew he probably should.The graphics were pretty awesome after all. And he was a sucker for this Japanese shit, being reduced to tears by the melodramatic plot lines on more than one occasion.

Ten minutes passed before Pack paused his game/movie and rose from his nest. He’d taken to playing videogames, his preferred mode of entertainment, from his bed. It was warm, and he was less likely to be disturbed. The clock on his screen told him it was 3:43. Peeking through the curtains at the world outside, he confirmed that this was in the AM. This didn’t phase him, he had nowhere to be the next day anyway. To be fair, he never really had anywhere to be.

Pack was a drifter. Living off his parent’s money, he’d taken to living in a small one bedroom apartment in the mortal realm, taking each day as it came. Somewhere between his third and forth unfinished degrees, Pack had found himself in at a crossroads in life. But after stopping at this intersection for a piss break that had lasted the better part of four hundred years, Pack possessed little desire to move ahead, content with merely existing in the most basic sense of the word.

It’s not like he had nothing to show for the last quarter century. There was a half finished screenplay in one of his drawers and two songs that he produced during his DJ phase on his hardrive. But even to the self-proclaimed, misunderstood artist, the screenplay was too pretentious (don’t use the word ‘Requiem’ in your title, or ever), the heart warming coming of age story turning into a full blown space opera somewhere in the third act. After the second musical number involving a plant-like alien species, a time travelling robot and a box of Froot Loops, Pack shelved it indefinitely. And electro had fallen out of fashion, rendering the tracks on his computer useless. To be fair, they were also pretty awful to begin with.

Pack went for a cigarette. Despite, or perhaps due to, his demon heritage and growing up in a realm of sulphur and brimstone, he found the smoke and ash that came with the vice soothing. It also made him look like a badass, if he did say so himself. Butting out his smoke in an old Coke can, Pack remembered that he hadn’t eaten since this time yesterday, and decided that it was best he did the groceries, and departed for his supermarket of choice, 7/11.

To be continued…(probably never)

I'M GOING TO BED ^^