Video Game Healing

My mind having recovered from the video game binge that was last night, I can finally do a proper entry. That thing before was a half-assed attempt to put something in here and I really shouldn’t write in this thing unless I have something to say. Right now I have a little something to say…

So far today has been one of those days when you can just think things kind of worked out for the best, there’s not much else I can do about the date now, I’ve made preparations and all I can do is make sure that they stay enact until tomorrow, I did tell her to meet me an hour later than I first said, with good reason.

We both need time to get ready and I hope that she dresses up because I saw her the other day all dressed up and it was like looking at an angel.

Okay, well that’s all I’m going to say about that, now I’d like to talk about something I call the Fellowship of the Auto—what that basically means is that me, Evan, and Rickey have formed a pact for doing missions. We are the best at what we do, Rickey flies and drives, I shoot, and Evan takes care of any other challenges that may come to rise.

Last night we boosted a helicopter from the army base on the island that we shouldn’t have been on yet, which meant that the FBI was trying to stop us and the army sent Harriers to bring us down. We got the helicopter home despite the critics, namely PJ and Evan.

The helicopter was armored, it could take at least two missiles, but it was slow and we later found a Maverick helicopter, a familiar vehicle for you GTA faithful out there. We flew around until we had sufficiently bored ourselves and then decided that it was time to work at the missions. We did a mission marathon that found us underwater, jumping boats, killing pimps, driving monster trucks, and leading blind men around. I used every form of unorthodox over kill I could think of (like rocketing a speed boat out of the water from a distance because I was just too tired to chase it down proper.)

I had a chance to get my mind off the stress I was feeling because of what happens tomorrow. So as I said…I’m ready now—things couldn’t make more sense now.

I have a test tonight too, so that makes me a littler nervous, but it’s the last until the final, so its good this is almost over.

24 hours…33 minutes…45 seconds…that’s when the date begins—

Until then umm, I guess its GTA time