Monday, March 31, 2008

top five most ridiculous romance titles in a single order

1. Paging Dr. Daddy
2. The Spaniard's Pregnancy Proposal
3. The Italian Billionaire's Pregnant Bride
4. Expecting His Love-Child
5. One-Night Love Child

I've figured out one of the formulas for a romance novel:

The [Profession/Ethnicity/Ethnicity & Profession]'s [Amount of Wealth/Prengnan/t/cy] [Bride/Lover/Secret Lover]

I'm learning so much!

Sunday, March 30, 2008

in which i pause for a moment and abandon being self-reflective for at least a paragraph

I've been on Spring Break for the past two weeks, so I've had quite a bit of time on my hands (when my brother wasn't here). I've been spending some chunks of that time playing through Splinter Cell: Chaos Theory, which, although it didn't get great reviews, is a lot of fun. There is one particular thing that bugs me though:
If I can pick off a covert agent from tens of yards away even if he's run deep into the shadows, you'd think I'd turn if someone opened a door two feet away instead of continuing to walk from one desk to another/smoking an entire cigarette. After that, sneaking up behind someone and then quietly dragging him to the shadows is considerably less satisfying.

That's pretty much it. Stuff about school comes tomorrow, after, you know, I'm done with it.

Also, Tom Nook is a cheap bastard.