Spuddy Buddies

be careful what you wish for

My nose is screwed up and I feel like crap.
FML.

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Reflex is not as good as Jumper. Sure, Jumper was about child abuse, crying, wars, relationships and complications but Reflex only had one or two storylines and that was all. This side was all about David Rice trying to escape from the people who kidnapped him and that side was all about Millie trying to save David.

End of story.

Each part was described inch by inch in a really long, boring way and I was itching to jump to the next few pages. The action scenes were pretty good but overall, there weren't as many moral values and the story was so-so only. The torturing parts were.. torturing and scary and slightly sickening.

Millie being able to 'jump' was just ridiculous. Just because David had teleported her around for a decade then she can start 'jumping'. So that means their kids were eventually start 'jumping' and their kids' lovers will start 'jumping' and their grandkids will start 'jumping' and so on? How ridiculous.

Conclusion : I don't like it. The ending didn't even make me swell with pride like I did for Jumper because he made good decisions and the ending was so simple - "We jumped."

I'm sorry but I feel like I lost my interest for this book. Now, I'll just wait for the second movie to be released.

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I've been playing Batman : Arkham Asylum these days and I find it pretty interesting. Very good storyline and realistic graphics. I'm not done with the whole game but for now, I think it's really nice.

But I really miss playing Modern Warfare 2. I mean, I know a lot of you don't like it but I really enjoy the story and everything.

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I'm not gonna upload any pictures today and I'm not even sure if I'll do a top ten for next week because I haven't been listening to much music and there aren't many new songs these days. At least new songs that I will actually like.

I don't have a favorite song. Anymore. I don't want to have a favorite song. I don't feel like having a favorite song.

My nose is noisy as hell and there's a mountain of tissues building up on the floor. I feel like flinging the tissue box against the ceiling but I won't because it'll get chopped up and it'll be all my fault.

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I just know that there's nothing to cheer me up.

How depressing is that?

Later.