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Well, the box has been X'd, and you've all heard the song, so I figured it's time to go back to What Gowdey Didn't do On New Year's...
But first, my messed up dream last night:
*cue "Dream a Dream" which is one of the WORST SONGS IN 4TH MIX*
I was first walking home from the bus when all of a sudden I get thrown into that whole COPS scenario, where there are dangerous killers somewhere in my neighborhood and they could be coming by in a van or something any minute. They eventually do come in a van, a few terrorists jump out, the police then jump out from behind bushes as well, and I get thrown into the fray between the cops and the terrorists. I eventually kick somebody, and this gets about four terrorists pissed off at me, so I'm forced to hide behind a tree with bullets ripping into the bark on the other side (fortunately, like most FPSes, they didn't actually think to walk around the tree and shoot me). After it's all finished, I end up getting a bullet wound in the shoulder, and, like any good Samaritan would do, start kicking the ass of a dead terrorist with various wrestling slams.
I woke up, fell back asleep, and ended up in some park with the boys and girls cross country team. The only people I recognized were Henry, Szabo, Sos (<- in tree), and inexplicably, my friend Nate, who doesn't even do cross country. We all got separated from our run from the girls and our coach, and ended up pegging each other with tennis balls by a kiddie pool, which somehow turned into a Disney character 4 way between--okay, I'll stop there. I blame this part on Kingdom Hearts.
I woke up and fell asleep one more time. This time it involved me/Bryan/Sophie/ Henry/Jam and Nate, and we had apparently spent the night in this huge, rustic looking house owned by a kindly old guy. After waking up, we horsed around in the guy's living room, which had giant couches and pillows. Bryan showed some little kids how to hump a couch, and Jam nearly killed me in a 10 second "fight," much to Sophie's delight, who took pictures of us with a disposable camera. We then walked outside and found a ridiculously huge breakfast buffet, complete with oversized muffins, bagels, coffee cakes, Oreos, and--I shit you not--bags of Hungry Mother brand cashews.
We all piled our plates with stuff and sat down, and immediately, Nate "accidentally" slashed Henry's nose open with his fingernail. Sophie took a picture of this, too, but then spilled her cup of milk all over her lap, along with her plate of Oreos. Henry was fuming and about to do something at the time I woke up. Teh-nd.
What does all of this mean? Damned if I know, but it was fun. :)
New Year's began at Bryan's house. He has the most awesome "den" setup of anybody I know: Dreamcast with a stash of good titles, PS1 with modchip and DDR mixes (PS2 used here), a fuggin' Killer Instinct arcade unit, and a G4/ghetto 80's cam combo which can record DDRage. I used this last item to my advantage and finally got a couple (TERRIBLE QUALITY) videos of myself improv freestyling online. "Check me out. No really, check me out":
Take It to the Morning Light
Let the Beat Hit 'Em ~Classic RnB Style~ (A wigguh is you! >_<)
After much gaming (Rush 2049, KI, DDRMAX, and SAMBA DE AMIGO~!~), we headed on over to Hannah's house with the 70 minute MAX2 nonstop mix blasting, where things might be more interesting.
No dice.
No, really, there weren't any dice.
So instead of that, we (plus Hannah's friends Daniella, Jane, and Daniella's brother who I'll refer to as Some Guy Drake from Florida) played the next best thing...uh...Scrabble. Fun was had, pretty low key except for the obligatory Hannah outbursts and bouncing. I would've spelled "PRON", had the word value been a little more than, uh, 5, heheh. Jeff tried to dance on her DWI/MadCatz pad setup, but after being spoiled by Stepmania and our modded pads, he got fed up and eventually got Stepmania working and vowed to buy her a new pad. Hannah's actually shown some interest in freestyle, so who knows, she might get better and enter the tournament.
I really want everyone in the Crew to have a routine by the tournament date, but that doesn't seem too likely. Ideally, Bryan would do Let the Beat Hit 'Em ~RnB~ as a wiggah, Soy would do Cowgirl in a ridiculous silver cowboy hat like she once considered, Jam would do a kickass Kung Fu routine to Tsugaru, and Hannah would do some ultra-happy routine to a bouncy song like Love Love Sugar. But heck, I still don't even have a song yet. Kind Lady seems more and more likely, I guess. I just don't know if I've got the time to memorize a 4 footer =\ (and please, nobody remind me about guys who can STEALTH MAXX UNLIMITED and SO DEEP. That's disgusting).
Anyway, the clock struck midnight, the year turned over, people unfed like rabbits worldwide, and we all got booted out the door as soon as we had come in by Hannah's mom. After Jane, Daniella and Some Guy Drake (the latter having crushed all of us in the backseat) had been dropped off, Bryan 'n Jeff 'n I talked for the whole ride back about the worst songs in DDR, and came to this conclusion (I think you'll all agree):
Worst Song Select Sample: *3-way-tie* Let them Move/celebrate/Tell Me Tell Me
Stupidest Background: Love this Feelin'
Worst Ending: Love this Feelin/So in Love
Worst Song Overall:  (just...listen to that)
Wow, two MORLON links in the same blog.
Jeff then played Kingdom Hearts a little past where Donald goes "ya big palooka". Yep.
Quick note: Utada Hikaru's "Simple and Clean" gives me warm fuzzy shivers. I barely ever go for pop, but this, when combined with the KH opening movie, is something else...download it (Japanese, English, shortened techno remix, 5:00 original, whatever).
Bryan's helluvillegal stash of his brother's burned Dreamcast games provided a bunch of quality fighting titles that I got to "test-drive" through and cuss at thanks to the lack of a joystick or decent controller: Guilty Gear X (finally), MvC, MvC2, and Busty Moves, er, Dead or Alive 2. We also played old favorites Incredible Crisis and PaRappa in the morning before I filmed my videos that I linked to earlier, then left. Shore was a lot of gaming. *snaps overalls*
Would I have rather spent New Year's at everything-free-for-New-Year's-Scandia? Yes. The PVD rave? Yes. A giant party filled with sorry drunk foolz I don't know who fall over each other and make out in a designated room? Meh, still doesn't appeal to me.
As it's been announced that DDR Extreme will come to Starbase next week, last Friday was the final farewell to Starbase's DDR 4th+ machine. Chris, being a nice guy to the loud, annoying kids that we always are, set the machine to 5 song freeplay. We had most of the whole gang there at some point or another, minus Brad, and of course Adam, who was still in Florida. I hadn't seen Levi or Simon in a while, which was cool. Jam still can't read Rhythm and Police (so we all laugh at him), but has gotten a lot better from the last time I saw him play. Sophie mentioned this Wired article about a guy who has hooked his DDR pad up to his DJ set, and somehow mixes by hitting arrows. I really wanna read about that...although it could just be some guy playing Beatmania on a DDR pad. XD
Boring bragging time...I beat Jeff and Bryan at Rush 2049 by a hair for the first time ever ("I AM TEH KING-NG-GH"), got a personal best of 3 Goods and 2 Misses on R&P, beat Orion.78 on Flat with 50 Greats and about 3 Goods at most, and tried a new Friday Night Drink (I've made it my mission to try every sugar-pumped beverage from the local liquor store at least once) called Clearly Canadian ("natural sparkling water from Canada", YES).
It was all good, and better yet, it was melon flavored.
I can't wait for Extreme to come. Despite the doubled price of $1.50 (ugh), and despite having dropped So Fabulous, So Fierce and Drifting Away (two great MAX2 songs) and leaving out Never Let You Down, Cafe, and Gotcha from the 4th mix song section, it is, bar-none, the best mix ever created. If you haven't seen the songlist yet, bust this (heh, Chasing Amy).
BREAKING NEWS: Soy dyed...her hair red (LMAO). I'm one of the only ones so far that responds with a giant =\
This is just prep boy me talking, but I've never found anything other than the 4 Basic Food Hair Groups to be attractive, and Artificial Red isn't one of them. Eh, it could've been worse. -_-
Oshit, school's back.
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