Blog Banter-Move Over Hott Boy, I Want to Play.

Welcome to the latest installment of Blog Banter, the monthly blogging extravaganza created by bs angel and coordinated by Game Couch. Blog Banter involves our cozy community of enthusiastic gaming bloggers, a common topic, and a week to post articles pertaining to said topic. The results are quite entertaining and can range from deep insight to ROFLMAO. Any questions about Blog Banter should be directed here. Check out other Blog Banter articles at the bottom of this post!

TOPIC: Gaming with your Significant Other.

Well to be truthful I’ve actually never had a serious relationship. Basically, I’m a single senior right now (in college), and dating is yeah, well fun, but at this point in my life I’m focusing on my career first, and hott boys second, which realistically means, all kinds of different boys, randomness, and no serious relationships.

Anyway I’m going to talk about playing with a boy I find extremely attractive, and a few tips I would want my boyfriend to do if he was playing with me.

A few things about me:

1. I really like first person/third person shooter games.

2. Halo and Gears of War are my two favorite right now. 360 Represent!

3. I’m a terribly sore loser. Can’t help it. :-X

When I get the opportunity to play video games with  hott boys I never hesitate. I always jump right in because even if I do suck, I’m definitely way better than all of the other girls he’s seen play, which are most likely limited to 1 or 2. This automatically gives any gamer girl a huge one up. O yeah. If he asks me what kind of game I would like to play I always use it to my advantage. Never pass that up. There’s obviously some games that you obsess over  (halo) and if given the opportunity you want to be able to use all of your skills to the max. So you pick. [If he doesn't have halo this is the point where you thank him for his time and his hott body and you make a quick exit.] haha. Just playing, if he doesn’t have one of the games you are the best at, then let him pick.

Now when you play, just tear it up. It doesn’t get any better than that, playing your favorite games with hott boys. But, for some reason I am such a sucker for this and I can’t explain it at all. When gaming, if I am in deep shit, which is usually always the case, I really like to see a little effort from hott guy to save my ass so that it doesn’t get incinerated. Although I am extremely bad ass alone, having a little help from hott guys virtual character while I sit next to hott guy on the couch, is well… exciting. and hott.

When I do play games I am a sore loser, but really only with the video games I think I should be good at and only if I’ve been playing for long periods of time. If its really not my day, then shit. On video games I’m learning I always stay positive and I make jokes all the time about how ridiculous I’m being and how sucky I am. I don’t care. I think guys like that because they don’t want to play games with someone who’s going to be uptight and a ticking time bomb if you make a joke about them. Inside, deep down, far into my soul, I am a terribly pathetic sore loser, but… you would never know. I can even bow out graciously and admit when I just am not good enough. Since I am able to do this, any boy, whether it be my boyfriend, hott guy, or friends, better be able to do the same thing.

Sore loser’s just look bad. Keep your composure. One of the worst ideas is to play video games with your significant other if you two are both extremely competitive people. Don’t forget that someone always has to loose and that loser will most likely seek satisfaction in getting revenge back in the real world. I’m going to tell you right now if I was playing with my boyfriend and he totally obliterated me, showed no mercy, and pissed me off, the first thing I would revoke is sex. Next, most likely his second favorite thing and so on. So don’t test me. ha.

There’s a very specific medium when you play video games with people you have a special attachment to. Just don’t cross over that line and all is well. Cross over it and pay dearly away from the video games, because they will make you pay in something they are much better at. Guaranteed.

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Left 4 Dead. So Sweet.

Yesterday night was my first time playing left 4 dead and it was Totally Awesome! As someone who is quite jumpy and screams uncontrollably at scary things, I was freaked out the whole game. What I really like about it is the fact that you are a round as a human and then you are a round as a zombie. Obviously the zombies are super easy to kill so during that round you spend most of your time respawing but it is still really neat to strategize and try to get those humans.

The zombie I enjoyed/hated the most was the smoker, AKA tongue guy. He always seemed to get me and it was terrible. This zombie has an extremely long tongue and when you become him you put your tongue on a human target and then the tongue flicks out and it will pull one of the humans away from the group. Its really really good if you can get a straggler because then when you pull them away the others can’t help them and they will die. It is very effective especially if you stand at the top of a building to do it because then its harder for them to shoot you and you can pick off the humans if they get too close to the side.

I spent like four hours playing this game last night and it really did wet my zombie appetite. Sweet.

Letting Researchers Use You for Research? What Do You Think?

So, I have done alot of things for money. I donated my plasma twice a week for almost four months for money, I have sold my fingerprints and had my retinas scanned for an FBI biomentric research project, I’ve proctored for the LSATs, and now I have a new oppurtunity. What I don’t know is if its going too far?

There’s a research development center in the town I live that does experimental research on humans. Go figure. Now the plasma pays $30 every time I go, the FBI research project was $40. Protoring at the LSATs $85. But this… this is alot more than that. Going to the research facility two weekends in a row, taking a pill, and then getting blood drawn will get you at a minimum of about $900. Wow. That’s actually quite alot of money. Yeah I would have to stay at the place for two weekends, and apparently eat nasty food according to a boy who has already done it. But really how much harm can it do?

I mean I’m not going to just go in there an take anything, but it could be beneficial to me to do this, but it might effect my body I guess. Who knows.  What are your thoughts? Have you ever done something like this?

In the end, I’m probably going to do it and keep it a huge secret from my rents because they probably wouldn’t want me to do something like that. But, the awesome thing is that if I do it, then I will be able to go skydiving which is my graduation present to me, from me. Wooooo! I would love that. haha. I just hope something doesn’t happen to me like on the show Testee’s. eww.

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Poontang Villa.

Blood Spatter Lab (Awesome Story)

So this morning, in my blood spatter lab we had two different parts. During the first half of the lab, we had all different wood shapes on a spring board and we had to soak a tiny piece of sponge with blood and then let the spring board snap down onto so we could look at high and low velocity blood flow as well as the blood stain pattern. (This procedure works very much like a mouse trap). Of course nobody wanted to volunteer to go in there and hold the spring board because nobody wanted to get blood on them. Of course we had full body tivex suits on so even if you got blood on you you were covered from head to foot anyway. So we had seven different spring boards and we did that. It was fun and I ended up staying pretty much clean.

After everyone was done with that part we moved on to part two. In this part we had one demonstration where they soaked a regular sized sponge with blood and then someone took a lead pipe to the sponge to see how the blood stain pattern would occur. That went well, another girl in my class performed it. The sponge wasn’t staying on the setup very well which made it hard for her to hit it very hard. We did see some good stain patterns especially from blood flying into the air and then coming back down onto the wall. It makes a much different pattern that way then if it just hits the wall as soon as it shoots up and away from the victim or from this case the sponge.

Next was the final demonstration of the day… this is where I come into play. In this demonstration someone would stand in the locker type set up and they would hold their hand up as if they were a victim fighting for their lives. Brittany is the girl who decided to be the victim. The other person (me) was going to hold a sponge of blood and start punching it right in front of her face to see what it would be like if the person were being beat to death when attacked. She stood there back towards the wall, with her right hand up.

Now to interject into the story, I was wearing a tyvek suit that was a little too short for me. My arms were practically sticking all the way out because the sleeves were so short. Go figure. That always happens to me. So Chase, one of the kids in my class (a very funny individual) says, “Cassey, Let me fix you up so you are completely protected.” We immeditely start laughing, but I allowed him to fix me up.

So he puts paper towels on my arms and starts wrapping it up and duct taping me with bright blue tape. I mean this is hillarious. So I have a completely white, full body tyvex suit on, booties on my shoes, papertowels wrapped around my arms with bright blue tape, a face shield, a hood, and to top it off he tapped a paper towel to the front of the face shield and put a paper towel on my neck. How embarassing. It was so funny. Everyone was laughing so hard at what I looked like and of course they were all taking picures. They get me set up and I’m getting ready to go in there and do some damage when I had a great idea that I should take to the streets in this get up. I should get blood all over me and then just go outside and start screaming O MY, WE’RE ALL INFECTED. ITS NOT QUARNTINED! Everyone loved this idea except my lab instructor who said no. Then Chase had a great idea that I should go over to towers (a dorm that I lived freshman year) and I should go to the brew and gold cafe and just order food like nothing wrong. It was quite comical. We laughed about it for ummm like ten minutes. I probably would have done it to. Everyone said they would follow me around just to see everyone’s reaction. Thanks to Ryan my instructor, it was a no go.

Anyway, I got a little side tracked. Back to the bloody sponge. Ryan puts the sponge in my hand and pours an entire vial of blood onto it. He says okay let me do another one. So he pours another vial of blood onto the sponge. Finally he decides one last vial of blood. By this time it is just dripping down my hand (which I was wearing gloves I forgot to mention that) and when he decides that’s enough he steps back and says have at it.

I turned and just smiled at Brittany. Then I took the sponge, held it infront of her face, and punched it as hard as I could. As soon as I punched it the first time the blood sprayed out between my hands and splashed all over her face mask. Then I continued punching it and my hands were so slippery with blood that the sponge fell onto the floor. So I picked it up and punched it somemore. It was AWESOME. Finally I stepped back to assess the damage. We were both completely covered and that stupid paper towel that insisted I tape on my face probably did some good.

The class was laughing having a good time and they took many more pictures and some people even got a video. Now getting out of this mess was a little bit more complex than setting up for it. It was a double effort for both Brittany and I and taking off our bloodied clothes was difficult but after some soap I was pretty cleaned up. It smelled awful though. ugh. I loved it though. It was sooo fun. Soon I will post pictures. I don’t care how embarrassing it is. I’m easy going.

Genetics Test Today.

Yes, gene mapping, phenotypes, genotypes, all the really great stuff in the human body. As a side note I am actually enjoying this class. It is interesting and I have learned alot or furthered my insight into different genetic mutations and diseases. The test is this afternoon and I’m heading to the library in o 10 minutes so that I may go over all of my notes one more time.

After, I’m hoping to do some running on the rail trail if its not too cold. Hopefully I own the test. ha.

PT Test Completed!!! Moving on to the Security Investigation.

On Thursday, I met a cheif at the local navy office for my PT test. This is not the guy who has been working with me since the beginning, he was just there to administor the test, so we set up a meet time. On Wednesday night there was a serious monsoon outside. Wind speeds were high, trees were knocked down, and there were some serious power outages. When I woke up early the next morning, I wasn’t sure what was going to happen because I seriously did not want to run outside. That would have probably been horrible seeming as when I walked outside in the morning I couldn’t walk in a straight line because the winds were so bad.

When I got to the naval recruiting office, he told me that since the winds were so bad we were going to have to go a gym and I would run on the treadmill. I agreed with him and we went up on the hill to a gym that he works out in. I did 46 sit ups, waited two minutes, did 16 pushups, waited 2 more minutes, and then I waited 10 minutes. After the 10 minutes I got on the treadmill and he said there would be a 1% incline because the treadmill pulls you.

I started out fine, and I’m in training for a marathon, by the way, so this should have been a piece of cake. Well ten minutes in I was definitely feeling it. It was actually pretty hard to breath because there was a pull connected to the gym and the humidity was making it really hard to suck in air. I can verify this with the fact that when I was done I was completely soaked with sweat and I’m barely a sweater. (so this excuse is legit). Needless to say I made it the mile and a half, and in plenty of time, but it sucked.

Afterwards we went back to the office, I signed like 6 more papers (This is usual for processing in the navy) and then I realized that I’m pretty much finished with my application. They have already sent out reference lists to my previous employers. Pretty soon they will be calling people for the background check. The good thing is, no matter what I do, I will need a background check regardless because as a forensic scientist you pretty much need a background check wherever you go. This is a good thing. Its just that this waiting… SUCKS.

I hate waiting. This period of waiting couldn’t possibly make me more unhappy. The waiting stresses me out. Decide if you want me and tell me. Gosh.

Now that I’m done with that little rant, I’ll get back to the waiting. I’ll keep you updated of course.

Tomorrow is the PT test :-X

Yes… I most definitely passed my physical for the navy! WOO! but now I have to pass the PT test which is running a mile and a half in so much time, doing so many push ups, and completeing so many situps. I can’t believe how far I’ve come. eeeekkk! Right now the only thing left is passing that and then finishing my navy essay. After that is complete, then I’m good to go and I will apply for the naval officer intelligence community. crazy.

Wish me luck and I don’t want to write to much now because I’m very nervous and concerned. Talk to you after tomorrow about it and when I’m done with all of this crappy busy work I keep getting in every class. Byes.

TRASHMEAT– WHERE DO YOU STAND?

Come on… don’t even lie. You know that you’ve done it. Dropped something on the floor and because it was too good or you were too lazy you just ate it anyway. I hope it was a clean floor but we all know that its what we do. ha.