Nuzlocke Update 4

Made it to Azelea, beat Team Rocket.
Rt. 33 chick: Spearow "Chocolate"
Boxed Pidge
Killed the Zubat in Slowpoke Well.
SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN TOWN BECAUSE I GOT DEFEATED BY THE RIVAL. I HATE EVERYTHING.

5:11 I'll never get back.

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Nuzlocke Update 3

Finally beat the first gym.
Bro=11, Cotton=11, Bear=11, KUNOWN=11, The Vine=9
Got the egg from prof's assistant, BOXED
Rt. 32 dude: Pidgey "Sir Pidge"
Union cave dudette: Sandshrew "Lydia"
Boxed Cotton, Team: Brosephine=11, The Vine=12, Bear=12, Sir Pidge=12, KUNOWN=12 (with Psychic Hidden Power, btw), Lydia=6

Play time= 4:14

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Nuzlocke Update 2

Oh, my god. I let my cyndaquil die. The final guy in the sprout tower (OF ALL PLACES?!) Raped him with a hoothoot. I feel so stupid....

Have yet to go to the gym. Now that i only have 3 level ten guys, i need to beef them up.... Nah, fuck that.

Sprout tower dude: Rattata "Bear"
Rt. 36 dude: Bellsprout "The Vine"
Ruins of alph thing: Unown K "KUNOWN"

Play time= 2:42

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Nuzlocke Update 1

Rt. 30 Dudette: Spinarak "Brosephine"

Strategy: Bro poisons while Cotton synthesizes and gets XP

Mr. Pokemon quest and back, beat Rival, beat first trainer's Rattata.

Levels: Ty=10, Cotton=7, Bro=7

Rt. 31 Chick: Poliwag "Polly" DIED OF POISONING FROM MY OWN DUDE

Dark Cave Chick: Geodude "Geolly" DIED OF POISONING FROM MY OWN DUDE

Made it to Violet. Ty=10, Cotton=8, Bro=8

Play Time= 1:42

It's Official

I’m Nuzlocke Challenging on my Crystal ROM.
(Thank you, Android Market, for bringing me such gifts as Tiger GBC and Tiger GBA)

Mandatory Nuzlocke Rules:
>Any Pokémon that faints is considered dead, and must be released.
>The player may only catch the first Pokémon encountered in each area, and none else. If the first Pokémon encountered faints or flees, there are no second chances.
>General consensus rule: players must also nickname all of their Pokémon, for the sake of forming stronger emotional bonds.

My Additional Nuzlocke Rules:
>Adjusting the first encounter rule to ban duplicate captures (I ain’t havin’ two Pidgeys).
>Considering a black out/white out to be “game over,” even if there are Pokémon left in the PC.
>Banning the use of potions and healing items, relying only on Pokémon Centers for healing.
>Banning the use of held items.
>Banning the use of Master Balls.
>Battle style to “Set”
>No legendaries

My Adventrue so far….
Name: MARLO
Starter: Cyndaquil “Ty”
Rt.29 Dude: Hoppip “Cotton”
Now in Cherrygrove.
FUCK YEAH.

(In other news: I’m raising a bunch of dudes on Yellow. Just beat the first gym and I have Butterfree, Mankey, Nidoran male, Spearow, and Pikabitch. Level 10+)

Testing

Seeing if my new android app works.

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Dear Nintendo

We need a Pokemon Massive Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game (PMMORPG).
Not want, NEED.

Think about it. With Black and White, there are now nearly 650 Pokemon. With Colosseum/XD and the Ranger series, there are about 10 different areas in the Pokemon Globe. And considering the Mystery Dungeon series, there are many more playable character options than just 'trainer.'

Primary Main Objective: A Pokemon MMO with ALL playable character options (trainer, ranger, snagger, mystery dungeon squads, etc), ALL map areas (main version areas plus Orre, Fiore, Almia, Oblivia and maybe even the Orange Islands), and ALL Pokemon (maybe even an online-exclusive one to round it up to 650). And while you're at it, include every item ever created and side character ever showcased. Then charge like 50 bucks a month... because for some of us, it's worth it.

Nintendo... get on it.

Much PokeLove,
Marlo

Alkaline Trio Lyrics for a Project

Goodbye Forever
And we say goodbye, and go underground
Or up towards the sky, up in smoke, burnt down to size.
At least we're still friends.
At least we're still alive.

Bleeder
you came to me like a dream, the kind that always leaves.
Just as the best part starts, it ends so abruptly.

One thing that I've never said, I'm truly happy in my heart and in my head.

I Lied My Face Off

i lied my face off when i said that i would be okay.

Cooking Wine

sorry i'm late. i was out spoiling my liver. i couldn't wait... the sun was up for far too long today. and i can't see straight, but the two of you look awfully pretty. and i couldn't wait... been awake for far too long today.

Sun Dials

Day or night
Fuck if I know
Hard to tell with no fucking window

Nose Over Tail

Crack my head open on your kitchen floor
To prove to you that I have brains

Private Eye

But at the right place at the right time
I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine
And I won't have to quit doing fucked up shit
For anyone but me

Stupid Kid

Remember when I said I love you
Well, forget it I take it back
I was just a stupid kid back then
I take back every word that I said

You're Dead
Cause if assholes could fly
This place would be busier than O'Hare
There's proof in the sky
It's as thick as our skulls yet it's thinner than air

Armageddon

Armageddon, let the light in
Before we say goodbye give us something to believe in
Armageddon, we're not begging
For too much I don't think
Just need a goodbye kiss
Before we sink

Crawl
Never had a drink that I didn't like
Got a taste of you, threw up all night
I got more sick
With every sour second rate kiss
Everything I never would miss again

This Could Be Love

And I found you tongue-tied in my twisted little brain
You couldn't crack a smile
I didn't catch your name
I don't blame you for walking away
I'd do the same if I saw me
I swear it's not contagious
In four short steps we can erase this

I'm like a broken record
I've got a needle scratching me
It injects the poison of alcohol I.V.
I don't blame you for walking away
I'd do the same if I saw me
I swear it's not contagious
I swear to God it's not contagious

We've Had Enough

In the darkness where the angels cry
Give us water, give us back our eyes
Our bed's this concrete floor, and it's all we have left to live for
A day we'll never face
We're only second-handed, sick, and lonely
Fighting back the tears and every urge to Van Gogh both our ears

100 Stories

You're in the next room sleeping and I'm shouting out a song for you
I shouldn't wake you over the furnace, but I should swear to someone you'd have loved every note

Continental

So close to perfect, swear to hell, thought it was you
This bouncing baby boy's now turning baby blue
I've got your pictures on my walls
I've got a long list of calls I must make to your existing family

I often wonder what it feels like to be you
A mess like this stuck on your hands with crazy glue
Ran out of time, no kiss goodbye
Wish I could learn to let this sleeping dog die without lying to myself

All On Black

What's black and white?
What's read all over?
This tired book, this organ donor

What's upside down?
What's coated in silver?
This crucifix is my four leaf clover

Emma

A poinsettia in poison rain
Traded true love for insult and injury
We washed it down the drain with one silver bullet and two vicodin
We watched the sun fall crown on a city that sleeps in a world upside down
A slow ticket straight out of town
You went out with a bang when you took with you all my dreams underground

Every Thug Needs a Lady

I know it's dark here, you know that I'm scared too
For some reason right now, of everything but you
Right now you're all that I recognize
You know I came here when I needed your soft voice
I needed to hear something that sounded like an answer
Now I wait here, and sometimes I get one

You know it starts here, outside waiting in the cold
Kiss me once in the snow, I swear it never gets old
But I will promise you I can make it warmer next year
You know I came here when I needed your soft voice
I needed to hear something that sounded like an answer
Now I stay here, and everyday I get one

Blue Carolina

Someday I'll burn this bed
Only two feet wide, but where I'll hide for the next 17 days
I will ask myself, "How badly do I want this?"
I really want this

Donner Party

And I wanted you to know
It was you that we were thinking of as we quietly died in the snow
A place we'd never leave
A place we'd never want to call home
A place we'd call a final resting place in piece

If We Never Go Inside

Same place, same hello, same goodbye

Blue in the Face

And I don't dream since I quit sleeping
And I haven't slept since I met you
And you can't breathe without coughing at daytime
And neither can I
So what do you say?
Your coffin, or mine?

Mercy Me

It's been a long day living with this
It's been a long time since I felt so sick
I took a long walk straight back home
I could've walked back to Chicago
I used to long for time alone
I used to long for a place of my own
and I've lost faith in everything
I'm lost, so lost, I'm lost without you

Oh mercy me
God bless catastrophe
There's no way in hell
We'll ever live to see through this so
Drive yourself insane tonight
It's not that far away and I just
filled up your tank earlier today

Dethbed

They found me face-down in the street on the night you left to find,
Another place to sleep in rain and regret
They said they tried everything but it was no use
Yeah, they tried everything and everyone but you

Sadie

Go run along my little nightmare.
Your job is done here.
You've scared them all to death.
If they revive them just sit there.
Just smile dear. Make them thankful for every breath.

The sentence may seem like a lifetime,
a scream, that curdling the blood they found on you.
And your knives and clothing too.
Charlie's broken .22

Fall Victim

Down on my knees, but not to pray
Hit so hard across the skull, it buckled my legs
They told me I had hell to pay
I came, I came too close to heaven
Had nothing to say for myself
I had to walk away

Prevent This Tragedy

Here we are again with handguns for hearts

Back to Hell

Send us back to hell, we've had our fill of heaven
Give us back our sins, the deadly one through seven
Keep us from their hearts, saving us like ashes
Cut us down with dust, never trust in anything we're told

Your Neck

Well first things first, we've gotta find a way
To make the beauty of the nighttime last all day

Jaked on Green Beers

It's been a long time since I've been close to you.
It's been a long time since I've been sad.
It's been a while since I've really spent time with you.
Wish I could take back the times that I had.
The only thing that you ever really did for me
Was make me oh so miserable.
And the hope that I never see your face again
Is anything but questionable.
There was a time that I thought you were a friend to me
I think those times I was probably just drunk.
And if they offered a test about being a good friend
I'd put money down that you'd surely flunk.
The only thing that you ever really took from me were my records to
Hawk them for dope.
Now all I have left is this heart in my chest,
Your dishonesty helping me cope.

I hope this is goodbye.

I Like Pokemon

Do you remember the oldest sprites from the Pokemon franchise? I don't either because they were exclusive to Japan:

http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/picsgreen.html

Surprisingly enough, Mew is probably the ugliest one.

I found this in my drafts

I caved and got it.

Getting into a habit of Blogging instead of Tweeting

Why doesn't Nintendo start doing WORLDWIDE releases for OBVIOUSLY popular games (ie Mario, Zelda, Pokemon, etc)?

Vegetable flavoured chicken-esque broth!!

You don't have to come and confess, we're looking for you. We gon' fiiiiind you, we gon' find you.

Pokemon, help me feel better....

Going to screen my video now.
[SUCCESS!!]

I really do want Minecraft....

Why are you so awesome? Were you always awesome? David Copperfield me.

Aw, I'm awesome? =3
Thank you.
I'm pretty sure I haven't ALWAYS been awesome. I'm pretty sure I've been lame for the majority of my life. I don't know when that started to turn around. High school? But I didn't hit full blown awesome until college, most likely when I got to IUSB. =P
I think it takes time to build up awesome. Unless your parents passed along the awesome gene, in which case you're a lucky motherfucker. But I am proud of the level of awesome I have achieved so far. =]

"David Copperfield me" is what I don't understand.

Ask or tell me anything..

What I'm dealing with

I still think about you I still think about you I still think about you I still think about you I still think about you I still think about you

And it would be that way no matter which way I go.

I stay where I'm at and wonder 'what if' about the newness, the possibilities, the fun that could have been.
I go the other way and wonder 'what if' about how far we could have really gone, how deep those feelings could have continued to delve, how happy I could have been.

Nothing is forever. Sorry.
And since that is the case, technically nothing will ultimately 'work out.' One month, one year, one decade. I don't believe in forever, it's going to end sometime, therefore it won't 'work out.'
So that brings me to WHAT'S THE POINT? That's where I should choose the hole I've dug and just stay there without anyone. That's probably what I deserve but not what anybody will let me have.

Third parties call me names, those involved still think I'm a saint. w.t.f.

I HAVE TO DO THIS

I'm thinking about refraining from twitter (mostly) and just writing a bunch here.

BUT I NEVER HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY ONCE I'M FINALLY SITTING DOWN TO WRITE.

=]

You are my Gold, I am your Silver. Together, we can catch them all.

WOW: just read a quick blurb about an attack on a defenseless man at a bar. One guy hit him with a hammer and the other, wielding a SAMURAI SWORD, cut off one of his hands! Yes, that's nuts, but the unarmed man (no pun, srsly) DID NOT NOTICED and, still trying to ward off the attacker, then proceeded to punch the guy in the face WITH HIS BRAND NEW STUB ARM. Holy shit. The hand was later reattached, which is awesome. But HOT. DAMN. (cracked.com)

Haven't really done much of any homework throughout the week---first time I've never even cared to in... ever. I feel terrible. I can't concentrate. But I have to get my act together this weekend. I can't handle being a failure. Not now. Not ever.

TO DO:
catching up on homework
make appointments for counselling and wellness
see advisor about transfer credits and graduation
look into grad schools: b-town or film school

APARTMENT APPLICATION

clear up my mind, make a decision

work on getting off medication

LIVE

I don't care if I'm around or not, you're watching this

Original video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_-agl0pOQfs

SNL spoof:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FGbdomlBnJM

You're welcome. =]

...

I'm going to start writing more once we finally get internet at the apartment (different from last apartment).

UPDATE: Got the internet today. And I really miss German exchange students.

How would you feel if you discovered that you were an Antichrist-like figure destined to bring about the end of the world?

...

Ask or tell me anything....

What is your favorite Pokemon?

Terrific question, sir.
However, it is not easy to answer.

Back when the first games came out (RBY), I was a young child, easily impresisonable, and in love with cats. Therefor, Meowth, Persian, Mewtwo and Mew were my favourites, Mew being in the top spot (because I had [and still have] a white cat named Snowball).
But since then, there are several that spark my interest, including Bulbasaur, Beedrill, Arbok, Exeggcutor, Rhydon, Scyther, Kabutops and Dragonaire---reason for most of those being that I could never get them in the first version I played (Yellow... yeah, I couldn't afford them when they first came out).

Gold and Silver are still my favourite versions---I owned a Japanese copy before it came out in the states. Cyndaquil was my first chosen starter, so I love him. Other favourites there were the new dark and steel pokemon as well as Lugia and Ho-oh. Favourites now also include Croconaw, Xatu, Heracross and Tyrannitar (don't forget Skarmory).

I liked Emerald a lot. Blaziken became a love of mine. Favourites: Gardevoir, Aggron, Shedinja, Flygon, Seviper, Cacturne, Armaldo, Tropius, Salamance, Metagross, Skitty and Rayquazaaa.

Pearl was boring. But I liked Piplup, Shinx, Drifloon, Spiritomb, Garchomp, Rotom, Dialga, Giratina and Darkrai. Out of the new mass of evolutions, Magnezone is probably the coolest.

Now, the task of OVERALL favourite is the worst.
Kabutops is awesome, but I still love Mew.
Cyndaquil's my baby, but Tyrannitar is badass.
I really like Metagross, but Rayquaza is awesomeeee.
lastly, Garchomp really is the bees knees---but so is Darkrai.
Them's the finalists.

And being able to look them over, Rayquaza probably is my overall favourite---even though I haven't been able to use him very much. I love the colour green and he was probably the first pokemon I liked from the 3rd gen before I even knew that much about 3rd gen (had quit Pokemon through high school). Also, I named my first 'quaza Tek Jensen (from Colbert Report).

tl;dr RAYQUAZAAAAA

Ask or tell me anything....

pasta?

Is that supposed to be a joke?
I oughtta find you and severely reprimand you.
I RUINED my pasta-in-a-bag the other night. Was quite furious about it considering it was supposed to be easy as fuck to make---boil cup and half water, half cup milk, dump bag in, cook for ten minutes, done. But I used the wrong size pot and it BOILED OVER EVERYWHERE. Smelled like shit, too.
End of story: I ate my failure. Ate it right up. I deserve nothing less.
Bad times. Goodnight.

Ask or tell me anything....

Would you rather bust a drug kingpin after being undercover for years OR catch a squirrel with your bare hands?

That's a great question, sir, and allow me to explain why:
On the one hand, I crave legitimate attention and want to be known for something respectful. On the other hand, I love cute, fuzzy animals and like to pet their fur.

SO, the real question is if I want to finally feel proud about something I've done and that many people know about, thus ultimately boosting my self-worth to normal levels OR do I want a sensory overload and have my hands accomplish the greatest feat they could ever possibly achieve.

The positives are obvious, but the negatives include too much work (undercover, really?) and getting rabies. However---
ADDED BONUS: both acts would probably get me laid.

Well
I'm all for short term gratification---CATCHING A SQUIRREL IT IS!!!

Note: I just had some Arby's so I'm feeling philisophical. =P

Ask or tell me anything....

this is not a question at all. just a statement: just wanted to take this opportunity to say that you are a wonderful person. you seem to be very happy lately and that makes me happy. i think about you quite often and wish you the best in all you do.

Oh my god... I'm speechless.
Thank you so much....

Ask me anything

Bawwing Badly....

He loved me from the very beginning.
I could just see it in his eyes.
The way he looked at me from across the room. The way he'd make it a point to talk to me. And then how he'd call me every other day.

I knew he was perfect for me. His sense of humour, the way he treated me like a respectable being, our syncing interests....
But I always came up with excuses not to be with him.
"He's too far away" or "I have my whole life ahead of me to settle down..."
But he always remained right there in front of me.

Why have I hurt him so much?
Why did I use him for attention? Why did I get so drunk on Thanksgiving? Why did I then ruin his party the next day by not being there...?
Why did I push him away? Why did I go out secretly? How come I made him stay in City while I flirted around at parties?
WHY DID I DO WHAT I DID?

He has every reason under the sun to hate me. For hurting him. For ignoring him. For breaking his heart. But he doesn't hate me. He loves me. Now more than ever.
He is so AMAZING that he forgave me for every wrong I did him. Through all that pain, all the unnecessary suffering... he still wanted to be with me.
And then it became clear.
I am meant to be with him.

Nobody else has accepted me like he has. Nobody, not even my own family, has completely understood that I am who I am and to change that is to ruin something beautiful. He has made me love myself for the first time. He has made me realize that I am worth something.
HE LOVES ME FOR WHO AND WHAT I AM, NO MATTER WHAT.

I am so incredibly in love with him now.
I no longer have any doubt that I should be with this man.
Never before have I had someone mutually love me as much as I love him. And never before have I been so sure of myself about something.
This is love. And it's amazing.

I still worry that I'll be too clingy, that I'll become too possessive and jealous, or that I'll get sick of him if I spent too much time with him, or that he'll get sick of me because of my ridiculous emotions and attitudes. I also worry he's going to leave me or retaliate for what I've done to him....
But he worries about the same things. And more.
He worries about impressing me, about what to do for holidays, what to do for family events. He wants to prove himself to my mother that he is good enough for me. He wants to be there for me when I'm at my weakest and give me even more of a boost when I'm happy and strong.
And I want to do the very same for him.

My god... being away from him for weeks at a time is the most difficult and painful thing I have to go through. I do nothing but worry about him if he doesn't return my texts...
Like right now.
I started writing this because I just miss him so much.
I want him to know forever just how much I love him.
Will always love him.

And I really do mean it when I say "forever."

It was the end of the party, X o'clock in the morning. I was drunk, crying with my head on the table in front of two others playing cards - the host and the opponent. I couldn't hear anything, only my own sorrow about who knows what - my hate for cards, visiting, myself, everything, nothing. Whatever it was, I was crying as hard as I could with the least bit of sound, the others hadn't an idea of what was going on - perhaps even thought I had passed out. Who won the card game is anybody's guess, but the opponent subsequently left, leaving me and the host to an empty room.

"What's wrong?"
I moved to the floor where I cried more audibly, feeling more comfortable of doing so in front of the remaining audience. I didn't dare say anything, though, because I knew what was coming - I knew all my negativity was about to flow out and infect those in range, bringing my whole world down around me. He sat next to me on the floor not saying a word but trying to listen through the silence. He knew this wasn't the first time I'd been excessively upset - he knew I often fought the most unnecessary battles with myself, though he never criticized me for having done so.

Memory failing, I spilled my hatred toward my being in an incomprehensible commentary. I hated how I presented myself, I hated how I acted toward friends, I hated how my feelings controlled my bahaviour and that the fact my emotions were continuing to prove it to be true made me even more irate. I let every word out along with a waterfall of tears and snot. I also hated how ugly I looked when I cried.

But he still put his arm around me. "I don't care," he said in a most quiet and soothing voice. "Your flaws are what make you beautiful."