This is it. This is the last thing I’ll ever do for this class. Wow, what a relief. The end of an era some might say. It took so many things to get me to this point, so I guess a round of thank yous is in order. To my teacher: Professor Janet Johnson, thanks for letting me write about stuff that ultimately doesn’t matter, I mean, what are blogs for, right? To my glass of water: Thanks for keep the old whistle wet, without you, I might have died from dehydrated. That would’ve sucked. And finally, to Austin: I beat you, ha ha ha, now stop playing l4d and get your blogs finished. PEACE!

Austin is racist. But, instead of embracing his own primal nature, he instead chooses to lash out against those who aren’t, saying that they are so he can feel better about himself. Also, I’m pretty sure he is dyslexic, seeing as instead using the word “say” he used the word “same”. I dunno, you call it. Anyways, I wonder why he does that? Why would he feel the need to drag me down with him into his ignorance? Why would he look to tarnish my good name with ill will and insults? Could it be that he has nothing to write about and is only trying to up his post-count? Maybe, but I suppose we’ll never know. Regardless, there is nothing as bad as a racist who claims the holocaust didn’t happen. And that’s what Austin happens to be…

Steam. Steam was a good idea. The guys at valve decided to come up with a way to keep people from stealing games without being too invasive on your systems hardware. I friggin’ love it man. Also, it saves all my settings and games on one program so that I can log into my profile from any computer with steam and the games on the hard-drive and play them? The stuff right there is beautiful. I swear, Newell must’ve been talking to God when he thought this one up cause there is no way that Steam was birthed from a mortal mind. Simply impossible.  And they embedded a messenger in the program? Genius.

What Austin just posted was a truly ignorant rant that could only be seen as a major step back for this generation. The whole thing reads like an NWA quotable with idiotic comments flowing over the rim of his cup of stupidity. For example: “so lately i’ve been getting some heat about my use of the n-word. oooh, n-word. i gives a (expletive deleted).  they say, “austin, it makes people unfomfortable when you use that world.”  because your comfort is important to me. like i’m a sleep number bed.” Now why I must admit that I chuckled at the sleep number bed line, this whole post is just preposterous. Who can he go on to justify his use of the n-word? It’s just unacceptable. And this is probably this most ridiciulous post share that we have ever done…

P.S. Loved the poem. Idiot.

I won’t get to come back to CMC anymore. Now, this may come off as one of those, “I’m going to miss you guys *tear*” posts, it isn’t. I thoroughly enjoyed spouting jokes in that class and all but let’s be real, class is class, and no class means no work. Gotta love that. I will miss Professor Johnson, seeing as she put up with my crap all the way through the semester without kicking me out of her classroom. That was nice of her. And I will miss master hottie, because she is the physical embodiment of most adolescent male fantasies. But other than that, I’m glad I won’t have anything to do at 4:00 pm on tuesdays and thursdays for a while. In other words, It’s been real and it’s been fun, but it hasn’t been real fun, if you know what I mean. PEACE!

(kidding of course, I’ll miss you guys. *tear*)

Y’know, I never did the whole “my web traffic” thing. To be honest, it’s not all that impressive.  I get online, and I head straight to sneakernews.com . Then it’s off to kotaku.com, followed by nicekicks.com, the shoegame.com and sneakerfiles.com, in that order. Then it’s on to espn.com. After that, I’m rather aimless, googling my heart out for shit that doesn’t really matter, like “unmotivational posters” or graffiti stuff. It’s really kind of sad now that I think about it. I’m such a creature of habit that I don’t even check sites if they aren’t listed in my url history. Crazy huh? And with my iPhone, I don’t even type gmail.com into the url bar thingy(technical term) anymore. It’s funny the things you realize about yourself once you start paying attention.

You know what’s great about these late night blog sessions? You get to war with your roommates over them. Right now, Austin is busy writing a reply to a blog I posted at 4:31 am. Little does he know I’m writing another one that he’ll find as soon as he tells me to check his latest blog post out. What’s that about anyways? “Hey, check out my latest blog post. Give a damn about me! You are so cool Steven, I want to be you…” I copied that down word for word straight from austin’s lips… Sad isn’t it? You know, if he spent as much time blogging as he did begging me to read his blogs, he might be finished by now…

In a marathon posting bit, I’ve found myself to be incredibly tired. Sometimes, just sitting at a computer can physically drain you, leaving you almost nauseous. You also find your mind running on empty, telling you that there’s nothing left to talk about but the simple things, like what you’re doing at 4:31 in the morning… Right now, Austin is going on about ome homoerotic fantasy and begging me to read his blog. Why do I do this? I need to start prioritizing schoolwork over video games and other B.S. Oh well, here’s to next semester… w00t college for life suckas!!!

When other people have to fill up their blog posts with responses to your own blog posts… I won’t name names, but let’s just say I could physically point and whistle at the guy right now. I mean come on, dude. You’re better than that. Tell us something we don’t care about again, like your opinions on the bailout, or a heroes update (!). Stop riding my blog and get your own material. I know you want to be me, but it just isn’t possible, not with todays primitive plastic surgery efforts.  Also, you responses suck…Stop biting my style and get your own. I can’t stand living with this guy.

I have to admit that I don’t play this game as much as I did when it first released anymore… And for that I blame left 4 dead. Regardless, this is a great game to play alone or with friends. The co-op campaign was great, even if the last level was a little easy, and the new horde mode is really cool if you have four firneds to join you. Unfortunately you have to deal with the assholes on xbox live if youw ant to play competitive multiplayer, but it’s still a good service… I mean, who doesn’t like eharing twelve year olds call you a pussy in a robotic voice? It just adds to the amusement… Bottom line, play it, if you don’t own left 4 dead.