Xevious

This is the 1980's game I've been obsessed about. Enjoy! [This verison is sligtly harder then the one I'm used to]
Z = Fire
X= Bomb

Play Xevious

My new Ipod! and 1980's games.

Frank gave me his old ipod. Oh yeah, that sounds promising. He warned me too. He says if you start to hear this [sounds like bad futuristic missle zapping noises] just hit it a few times, not to hard, but a good hit. So excited that I finally have an ipod, even though I went over it in my head that sometimes I want one and sometimes I don't, I think this model is too heavy, and also if this is the ipod for me, I mean, wow, there goes one small goal accomplished...now what?...I took it home, plugged it in today, and of course, I got the frowning ipod icon. I think that sums up life pretty well. Also my little game box of magic that has 5 1980's games, I think its breaking or is broken. I was playing it, even beat the bad guy that I've for so long tried to beat, and I thought maybe I entered a secret code that no one knows about, cause all of a sudden the bad guys were firing in the opsite direction and not at me! I thought I would then beat the game, but then it froze.

Trying to escape the Jersey City void to get to the airport and back home.

So after spending two weeks in Jersey City, the original plan was for me to spend 4 days and then wish Frank good luck at the airport on his departure, but somehow he convinced me to stay 7days, and then an additional weekend, and then I started to drive home, but found his phone in my car and I forgot two overdue library books at his house so turned around and drove back, I was halfway home when I realized all this, and somehow all that turned into 14 days. I don't know how I survived cause alternate day parking is one of my super-hero weaknesses, that and Frankie Sizzle, I drove just Frank to the airport. His mom and grandma and all the luggage was taken in another minivan driven by Frank's uncle, who I accendently called aunt in spanish. [Way to get on the good side, eh?] I'm proud of myself for not crying when we said goodbye, and I most certainly laughed as I watched Frank push a small cart with too many suitcases on it, and dragging a suitcase following two short Cuban ladies into the airport. I'm also proud of my car not over heating. And I'm also proud cause I don't miss him too much, but I think this is all because it hasn't set in that Frank just moved to Belgium and it hasn't set in that there is no offical date for my departure. All I have to comfort me is games from the 1980's which totally kick ass, such as Mrs. Pac-Man, Mappy, and Xevior. I'm tired and probably could fall asleep anywhere anytime after the hour of 5pm. I also started making a new sketchbook then proceeded to burn the edges, God I love book binding. After spending 2 weeks with Frank, and not really having a computer to waste my time on, and nothing to make anything artistic and only watching tv and playing videogames, an artist tends to get ant-sie and want to create. So I think that's why the book was started. I think I'm really tired cause my heads straight but feels slanted, also the keyboard feels like I'm resting my wrist on a half-pipe. I have no idea how I accomplished this. I hate alternate day parking!

Frank go bye bye

Frank go bye bye