No, I didn't jump on the bandwagon with this one. I always thought it'd be neat to write in a blog, hell, half the world does anyway. So, here I am on Day 1!
Well, today I ended up being coerced into taking my brother, Collin, and his friend to Sky High. It's a nifty place: lots of trampolines, foam pits, a snack bar, arcade, the works. I'm a little too hefty for the puny stuff they have, so I ended up playing some air hockey and Whirly Word. After a while I got bared, so I stopped and just kind of zoned out. I started thinking about what I still need to do to settle my claim from my accident, but my thoughts turned back to that fateful October 17th.
It was a typical day, a little cloudy, some slight rain. I was on my way to work, and instinctively got off on Carmen, heading left. I rounded that turn and briefly glanced that In-N-Out sign. "Hungry, but there's no time". I glanced at my speedometer, 43. Then, she happened. I was watching her, knowing she had the capability to do something amazingly stupid. That red van sticking out of the left hand turn lane. Sure enough she made that turn, my Civic heading straight into her at 43 MPH.
At was at this time my mind began blaring with all sorts of chaos, this incessant drone of...just inward noise. It's difficult to explain really. I remember thinking: "Oh shit, we're gonna hit." "Can I turn a certain way so I don't get killed." "Remember not to brace too hard, you can snap your arms." "I could have my legs broken if my engine jams back far enough." "If I die here, I'm sorry. Everyone." "I never got to tell her." "I never accomplished anything." Thinking back, this really wasn't a life or death situation. But, it sure as hell felt like one in the heat of things.
What happened next, I don't remember. The faint memory I have is of some force trying to rip the bones from my body. A sudden painful jolt, searing chest pain, the crunch of metal, the chemical tang of fire and metal, and the urge to scream. I opened my eyes and took one painful breath, sure as sugar, I was alive. First thing I did was groan, fuck I hurt bad. The chest pain was gnarly, so I took it easy, I didn't want to aggravate any possible fractures. I called my Mom, and told her some girl hit me on Ventura and the freeway intersection, and to hurry. If anyone was going to round up my family and be there in a flash, it was Mom. I opened my door and resisted the force of falling sideways.
My little reverie ended there. I began ponder why I thought the things I did, without real rationale. Besides my obvious acceptance of the situation, and my screaming survival instincts, why did my mind turn to what I hadn't done with my life, rather than what I did? In their final moments, when people think they're going to die, what do they think about? Their family, children, life's goals, accomplishments? I guess I won't know, even if I wanted to. What I do know is, I don't like that feeling. The feeling that you're about to die, and the odd dichotomy that is the acceptance of death and the will to live.
Besides my philosophical tirade there, my day went rather smoothly. We left Sky High, went to Carl's Jr for lunch, came home. I finally got my Dad to try Mortal Kombat, since he doesn't really play any of them besides Ultimate MK 3. He like it decently enough, as I expected he would. Dad's my opposite when it comes to fighting games. While I'm the experimental combo-fiend, Dad's more of a stick-to-ye-olde-basics kind of guy. He does well enough, but never beats me or Collin.
I'm probably going to jump on the Xbox tonight, try to farm my damn Healing Mail for Castlevania HD. Last night I managed to score Minerva Mail and Impervious Mail within a few runs of each other, which is nice. I'm just aiming to have the rare armors in my possession, in case I feel like toying with some new builds.
Upcoming dates of importance:
June 7th is the Super Street Fighter IV Arcade Edition DLC, and the Mortal Kombat DLC. It'll be awesome being able to play as Klassic Reptile.
June 8th is VGL. Stoked because Yasunori Mitsuda is slated to be there, and there's going to be more Castlevania music this year. Please play something good, PLEASE! Shout out to my completely unknown road crew (cept Ryan-san!) ^_^.
I'm also hoping that they announce a new, not suck-tastic, non-Kojima based Castlevania at E3!
Kojima needs to stay the FUCK out of my Castlevania.
