OH MAN, Kingdom Hearts: Dream Drop Distance is a crock of shit.
I bought this fucker at the airport a little while ago and I’m playing it a bit now, and HOLY SHIT is it terrible or what
It’s added about twelve extra completely pointless mechanics just for the sake of making it feel ‘updated’
It’s shoved The World Ends With You into fucking TRAVERSE TOWN
It has some sort of new neon/raver style heartless things that look COMPLETELY fucking out of place in comparison to the level design and the characters. And they don’t even fucking DO anything for you if they’re your ‘pets’ - you STILL have to use the fucking card system holy fucking shit I can’t believe we’re still doing that bullshit
And the levels are essentially the BARE FUCKING MINIMUM versions of the old levels. You know, where you could always find a little detail, could always jump on everything and go in little doorways and find hidden chests, because THAT WAS THE POINT OF KINGDOM HEARTS. Immersing yourself in your favourite disney movies, atmosphere, fun.
This game is like someone set a bunch of raver fursonas loose on a bare stage with a bunch of painted backdrops, and then your favourite characters have to go and beat the shit out of them.
tHIS SERIES USED TO BE GREAT, DAMMIT
oh my god, I am so fucking done with extreme Republicans right now
I’ve had my allotted dose for the year
I’m so ready to go back to the UK
my dad, aunt and uncle just ruined my birthday/leaving dinner by shouting Fox News/Glenn Beck talking points in my vague direction and talking over me whenever I tried to explain, defend or counter their bullshit
my dad, when he was explaining how I was now an international student to my uncle, tried to make the NHS somehow responsible for the fact that I don’t have indefinite leave to remain in the UK.
NO. IT WAS MY STEPFATHER NOT EXERCISING HIS TREATY RIGHTS AND WORKING FOR TERRIBLE COMPANIES AND POSSIBLY HIDING AWAY MONEY IN OFFSHORE ACCOUNTS TO TAX-DODGE. THERE WERE EIGHT OR NINE PROBLEMS WITH MY VISA APPLICATION, IT WASN’T JUST THE FACT THAT I DIDN’T HAVE HEALTH INSURANCE FOR FIVE YEARS.
MY VISA ISSUES
FOR YOU TO SPREAD YOUR IRRATIONAL HATRED OF THE AFFORDABLE HEALTHCARE ACT
I explained how it was Fergus being a douche (more articulately, of course), but it fell on deaf ears because the NHS ruining my chances of living abroad was what my aunt and uncle wantedto hear, so it didn’t matter what I said. I tried to debate everything civilly, I tried to agree to disagree - and they told me to my face that they wouldn’t accept my opinions.
My flight back to the UK is at 9 pm tomorrow, and I’ll be back with my girl in the next 48 hours. Thank fuck.
there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home…
ugh, day two of thirteen for Bikram
because all I need in my life right now is more sweat
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, STEP OFF, ACCOMMODATION
I’m living in halls at UEA for 50 weeks
AND CLEANERS CAN JUST COME INTO YOUR ROOM AT ANY POINT AFTER 9 AM ON A WEEKDAY TO TAKE OUT YOUR BINS
It is your responsibility to maintain an acceptable level of cleanliness in your room. The vacuum cleaner is kept locked in the cleaning cupboard on your corridor, so you will need to request access from your cleaner when your carpet needs vacuuming.
• If your room falls below an acceptable standard of cleanliness,
the housekeeper will issue a notice asking you to take action by a
• If your room has to be cleaned for you, you will incur charges.
A) ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME
B) I’M NOT A CHILD, I CAN HANDLE MYSELF
C) MY ROOM IS NONE OF ANYBODY ELSE’S BUSINESS AS LONG AS I’M NOT SETTING IT ON FIRE, AND UGH UGH PEOPLE COMING INTO MY ROOM WHENEVER THEY WANT, WALKING IN ON ME WHENEVER I’M DOING STUFF OR SLEEPING, WHAT SIDHFJKSDLJFKSDJFLKDJF
WHAT IF THEY COME IN AND JUST… MOVE STUFF AROUND
There isn’t even an option to leave your bin out in the hall, because it’ll ~cause a fire hazard~. Whsdkfjsdklfj
I don’t know if I’m some insane privacy freak, but WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS
and yeah, fucking right, like I’m asking PERMISSION to have PEOPLE STAYING IN A PLACE WHERE I AM PAYING RENT.
it’s like I’ve time-and-place-warped to an American university, or Bizarro World England or some shit.
hnnng invasion of privacy and personal autonomy so I can live on campus what the fuck is this hnnnng
(next thing you know, I’ll have a bloody curfew! Whaaaaat. I’m nearly 22, what is this.)
I’m about to chew off my own hands out of frustration
UNIVERSITY OF EAST ANGLIA
YOU PROMISED TO CONTACT ME THIS WEEK ON MONDAY OR TUESDAY
IT IS NOW TUESDAY AT 6:30 PM
WHAT THE FUCK
NOW I HAVE TO CALL YOU TOMORROW FOR THE THOUSANDTH TIME TO BE TOLD THAT I HAVE TO WAIT TO CALL AGAIN ON FRIDAY AND THEN I’LL BE TOLD TO CALL AGAIN ON WEDNESDAY
I NEED TO FUCKING KNOW, UEA
YOU HAVE BEEN STRINGING ME ALONG FOR OVER TWO FUCKING MONTHS
AM I IN THE MASTERS PROGRAMME OR NOT
I KIND OF NEED TO KNOW, UEA
IT’S SORT OF IMPORTANT
UEA -still- doesn’t have an answer for me.
Sent them my full, final transcripts - so now they know about the C that I got in British Writing in the 1930s but at least they literally have EVERYTHING, including my A- in Adapting to Film and Media and my B+ for my dissertation skdjfkdfjgkjsdklfj
CLOSURE, MOTHERFUCKERS, I NEED IT.
Yeah, so, I’m getting ill. Milady has been sick for a while and I’m getting the same thing she’s had, with the coughing and the phlegm and the dizziness and YAY. Which means that I can’t do the pirate reenactment on Saturday, probably. Being ill is dumb. I’m not really the sickly type, tbh - but I know that my throat is going to be totally shot by the weekend. Hnng.
This has vaguely put off the planned update of VH, but I have made progress and things are a bit faster with writing now. I literally just jotted down two pages of dialogue / bits of prose from a particular section that I’ve been struggling with (and by literally, I mean ‘within the last 10 minutes’), so that chapter will hopefully be finished in the near future.
IDEALLY I’ll have it done between today and Sunday-ish, depending on how it goes. So, uh, yeah. I’m just gonna lie in bed with my notebook and my leopard for a while.
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Afro Circus/I Like To Move It mash-up.
Don’t mind me, I’m just silently sobbing into my hands.
TRIGGER WARNING: THIS WILL CURSE YOU FOR LIFE.