I'm here and waiting for you

nurseniknak @ 2010-01-06T16:38:00

2010-01-06T21:38:54Z

I'm getting everything set up for my DC birthday trip. This year, I'll be going up there on April 2-5, right smack dab in the middle of the Cherry Blossom Festival. Hopefully this year I can catch all of the beautiful trees. I will be visiting Hillwood Estate this time, too!

Only problem is, the only hotel I want to stay at to make the experience right wants me to prepay the $450 3-night cost. :\ It's a bit much to prepay for a room, but I guess I don't have much of a choice. No big deal.

Trying to figure out what to cosplay at Animazement and Otakon. I kind of have some dumb ideas, and my list of "if I lose weight" and "if I don't lose weight".

Anyways, off to work on Etsy orders. <3 I'm really excited about being published in The Escapist...

nurseniknak @ 2010-01-06T00:24:00

2010-01-06T05:24:45Z

In this dream that I had....
"You can't kill heroes"-that's what we said to them
"You can't kill us"
With our instruments broken before us
And the boys in the line they begin to count to five
And the trigger pulls
The bullets pepper the brick wall behind our heads
And the smoke, it fills the air
The captain yells to cease fire
And the squad begins to wait and stare
As the dust clears the air, and we're still standing
With smiles on both our faces
We spit their faulty ammo to the ground
And remind them once again that you can't kill heroes

nurseniknak @ 2010-01-03T10:47:00

2010-01-03T15:47:12Z

It's the new year, right? I basically spent my new year playing Shattered Memories (second playthrough) and eating mac n' cheese with Brett. This is our sixth new year's together (WAT).

I'm here in Ohio for another day or so, but while Brett's at work, I might as well do some New Year resolution stuff, right?

My new year resolutions:
- Draw once a day, even if it's a sketch
- Lose an additional 25 pounds by my birthday, then another 25 by Otakon. I've still lost 50 pounds since new year's last year, so I accomplished my goal for this past year.
- Actually cosplay something I want to this year. I may do Heather Mason for Animazement. Unknown for Otakon.
- And then I have like 3 or 4 personal goals that I won't be sharing here.

Yeah, boring as always. Did finally watch the WoW freakout kid.

nurseniknak @ 2009-12-30T16:39:00

2009-12-30T21:39:05Z

I want to see Ichi the Killer and Oldboy, but Brett says they're extremely violent and gore and I shouldn't watch them because it will give me nightmares.

Is this true, y/n?

nurseniknak @ 2009-12-30T14:22:00

2009-12-30T19:22:07Z

Eolande!

Aww!

and

Awww!

nurseniknak @ 2009-12-30T00:13:00

2009-12-30T05:13:51Z

If I had a lot of money, I'd buy Disney stuff. There's a lot of things I don't have that I've wanted for forever, that I've just never got around to buying. Like movies. I would love to have:
- The Little Mermaid
- The Lion King
- Lady and the Tramp
- Pocohontas
- Bambi
- Alice in Wonderland
- Robin Hood (yes, with the fox)
- Aladdin
- Beauty and the Beast
- Hercules
- Hunchback of Notre Dame
- Toy Story

And I wouldn't just get these on DVD. I would get like, the licensed figures and stuff. I've just never had the money... Disney is really expensive, and I've barely been able to buy plush Simba and Bambi on sale. As retarded as it sounds, I've always wanted a nice Little Mermaid music box... like this one, or this one. With the little pop-up Ariel and Prince Eric. *sigh*

Anyways, I'm a dork. Been really sick the last couple of days and just trying to get by. The infection has moved to my chest, so it's hard to breathe and I cough a lot, but I've weathered it this far and will just ride it out. Thank goodness for Nyquil.

nurseniknak @ 2009-12-29T13:06:00

2009-12-29T18:07:01Z

Plans for today:
Do Setsuna22's OC meme
Fill orders
Drink fluids

guuuuh.

I feel better today than yesterday though.

nurseniknak @ 2009-12-29T00:37:00

2009-12-29T05:37:35Z

I couldn't help myself. It was too beautiful, especially at only $10.

I'm so addicted to $10 tees.

nurseniknak @ 2009-12-28T13:39:00

2009-12-28T18:39:58Z

Repost from Robaato: ONE MAN created this. ONE.

nurseniknak @ 2009-12-28T02:08:00

2009-12-28T07:08:58Z

Oh, WOW.

Just saw Avatar (3D). Wow, wow, I am speechless on how amazing that movie was.

I was actually entranced by it. I felt completely consumed.

Now I'm unimaginably tired and will update tomorrow.

nurseniknak @ 2009-12-27T16:37:00

2009-12-27T21:37:11Z

Continuing.

2009-12-24T05:42:55Z

It was chemistry. It had to have been. It was the air about her, how he even noticed her long eyelashes and that she had freckles on her lips. Less than three hours of knowing this woman and he was absorbed with the smallest details - how her ear lobes were attached, how her nails were not manicured, and that her feet had high arches.

Sitting poised by the brass-framed window, he watched the redhead carefully as she skirted around her apartment, cleaning up the mess from the night before. She called the "Clean Up Man" to dispose of the Blue Snake's body, and the sooner the better, because it was starting to smell funny under it's white sheet.

She ran the blender with a fruit smoothie, not so much as offering her guest a cup of coffee or water. Her robe fit tightly around her body, tying in the center with a secure knot. The fleece fabric looked as warm and tender as a mother's love, and he imagined it helped ease her tensions. Pouring the fruit concoction into a glass, Ember took a seat at the bar and sipped on it with closed eyes.

"Tired?" He spoke up, clearing his throat afterwards.

She nodded slightly and stopped sipping long enough to mumble, "My leg is killing me."

"Did you put anything on it?"

"You sound genuinely concerned," she huffed, rolling her eyes. "Gauze. I'll need to get it stitched up before the clotting sets in."

"I can do it."

And there she sat adjacent to him on the couch, fifteen minutes later, a leg perched delicately on the seat next to her. Sitting near her only a few feet away on the same stick of furniture, Almeter took her injured leg into his lap and used the side-table near him to hold the needle and thread. The needle, fresh from an autoclave pack, was one of the many sterile 'utensils' Ember kept in an undisclosed location in the bathroom. It's curved shape made the stitching easier. He tried not to focus on the fact that she was still in her robe, and had chosen to wear a pair of simple black bikini-string briefs for panties. One glimpse caused him to prick his own finger, so he was intent on staying focused on the task at hand.

"Lucas usually does stuff like this for me, the stitches and first aid," she droned out, staring at the procedure with the void eyes of a veteran, used to the pain and numbness and bleeding and tugging and -- with a hiss, she could never get used to the feeling of the thread pulling through skin, tightening the gash closed in a series of zigzag lines. "Day five... If he were alive, he would have contacted me by now," she grunted at the dull ache, resting her head on the arm of the couch, "I don't even know where he went."

Almeter kept quiet, partially listening, partially noticing how smooth her legs were as he gripped them and continued working.

"I don't understand why he didn't... didn't at least tell me, or have some kind of failsafe, or," she began choking up, from both the stitching's hurt and the feeling of unimaginable loss. "He's probably dead in some abandoned mill, or some dark alley. Maybe those damnable White Rabbits caught him and, oh God, what if they're torturing him?"

She couldn't take it, and turned her head to bury it in the couch's suede arm. At first, Almeter thought she was simply in pain from her leg. She was silent, motionless, but a sharp intake of breath and a hollow weep that followed muffled into the plush cushion. The sobbing was nearly silent, and Almeter realized it was a conditioned method of crying... taught to her to prevent her from losing composure when she was hurt, or being injured, to keep silent and not blow her cover in case she was injured and hiding.

"I'm sure Luke is just fine," he whispered, rubbing Ember's thigh in comfort, praying that she might cry herself back to sleep, or that the pain would put her out for a while.

nurseniknak @ 2009-12-23T15:16:00

2009-12-23T20:16:25Z

Lucas and Ember.

nurseniknak @ 2009-12-22T23:53:00

2009-12-23T04:53:33Z

He wouldn't shut up, and it really wasn't necessary for him to stand outside of her bathroom door. Slopped on the bathtub's floor was a white towel, now pink and soaked from blood, draining out from the shower. The runoff from the shower spraying the towel made red snake down the length of the tub and into the drain, gargling like a thirsty monster.

Almeter stood fumbling through his jacket, cigarette in mouth, with his back against the bathroom door. He could hear the clicking noises her shampoo bottles made as she went through them, and her hiss and grunt at the pain her leg was causing her. "You're going to need stitches, y'know," he murmured, drawing his lighter out, snapping the zippo open.

"Don't smoke in here."

He blinked at her assertiveness and fantastic hearing. He shrugged and tucked the death stick behind his ear, "You could hear that, but couldn't hear the Blue Snake in your apartment?"

"I was impaired," she whispered, scratching conditioner into her hair.

"I would say so. It was no easy task following you around the past three days. You shop too much," his shoulders went up as he breathed in deeply and stretched his hands infront of him.

He could hear more shuffling around in the bathroom, the water turning off with a squeaky knob twist or two, and the curtain drawing back. Almeter grinned, hearing the bathroom cabinet open where her robe must have been hanging, because he heard it rustling as she put it on. She must be naked. Then, the sink came on and he leaned back harder against the door, relaxing.

"You're going to need stitches in your leg, you--"

The bathroom door flung open, and the man nearly fell back from losing his balance. His hand instinctively began to reach into his jacket to grab his Beretta 92, but he could feel a cold barrel against the back of his head before his fingers found the grip.

"Lucas never mentioned a brother. In three years. I've never seen you." The confident click of the pistol's hammer made his carefree expression dull into a heartless stare. He stayed motionless. "Who the hell are you," she demanded, not questioned, holding a towel infront of her body with her left hand and the gun in her right. He couldn't help but catch a glimpse of her in the bathroom's wall-length mirror.

"Lucas never mentioned me because Father is ashamed of me. I'm technically not his... but then again, neither is Lucas. Now put that thing down and finish getting clothes on."

She hesitated. She fought in her mind, and snarled, and felt confused, but she refused to lower the gun. Something in her gut...

"Is that a magpie?" He questioned, holding his hands up to show surrender as he nodded towards the mirror. His peripheral vision had picked up on a tattoo that kissed her left hip. Her visible slender leg was stained, drizzling blood from the freshly-washed wound, now visible to be a four inch knife-inflicted gash that ran straight down her leg.

"It's a hooded butcher bird."

She lowered her gun and gave a solid kick to his lower back, sending him out of the bathroom and on his face against the hardwood. Slamming the door, he could hear the sink turn off and the hairdryer turn on before he stood and adjusted his white-bead cufflinks and jacket. The corners of his mouth pulled into a frown and he stared at the clock. Outside, the parade was coming to an end.

Part two. Yep.

2009-12-22T23:43:55Z

The booming of the band outside thumped through the walls of her apartment, pound in time with the pulsing headache that rattled her head and ached her vision. As she stirred from her slumber, she vaguely deduced that the noise must be the Christmas parade.

Somehow she had made it back to her apartment instead of Lucas'. Somehow she was in one piece. Somehow she was fully clothed, on the floor, slumped against the face of the couch with one arm lazily propped on the seat cushion. Alone in the room, she stayed put and squinted to see the door unlocked with the key dangling from the knob, and a trail of evidence that traced across the hardwood.

In order from the door to her present position: Wool peacoat in charcoal (why is a button missing?), a burgundy satin clutch (open, spilling lipstick and bullets onto the floor), her commphone (stepped on, apparently), and a pair of hot rod red heels fumbled next to the shifted coffee table. Putting two and two together, she must have stumped her toe, because her leg was hurting just as much as her head.

With her ears ringing and using the couch as leverage, Ember slowly slinked up into the welcoming cushioned seats - all but warm, with the suede plush freezing cold. Dragging her legs up onto the couch, she realized why her leg hurt so bad. Something was fastened tightly around her leg, but before investigating, she realized something was very wrong. Slowly, she took to observing her apartment in a once-over visual sweep. From her new perspective, she could see bullet holes pecked in the walls along the living area's artistic picture frames. The kitchen's small 2-seater table was overturned, and --

'Oh, God.'

As she peered behind the couch, leading towards the bedroom, a dead body came into view, the blood already starting to dry around the edges in the crimson pool beneath the blue-suited man's body, slumped against the doorframe. She jumped from the couch, only to fall in a crippling pain back onto the seat. Looking down, fresh blood dribbled from under the towel's tight grip around her calf.

"It's a bad habit, you know."

The voice, slithering, crept into her ears from the direction of the main front door to her (as the realtor put it), 'Lovely Suite 110 with a romantic view of main street, really something out of an old-fashioned painting'. Her gun - her clutch, the gun was gone, only bullets - and she didn't have time to grab the gun from the coffee table, so she could only look towards the door with a breathless fear.

"Leaving your keys in the door. It's a bad habit. Father sent me to watch you, until we can track down Lucas. Good thing he did," the figure nodded towards the dead body and stepped into view.

Ember looked puzzled, tilting her head, wordless. Tall and thin, the man had a few years of age on Lucas. Off-white pinstripes, tailor made suit with an open jacket. His Red Dragon tie matched Lucas', and they both had gorgeous chocolate brown hair, but this man's eyes were mismatched, a heterochromia, one blue and one green. He hadn't shaved in, Ember guessed a week, and his hair was in a messy splay on his head.

"Pardon my manners. Almeter Tranan. Luke probably never spoke of me; I guess you can say I'm the black sheep of our Father's family. I never could stay away from the stuff," he gestured towards bloodshot eyes... Ember assumed he meant Red Eye, or some other drug. "I thought Sinclair Tranan didn't have any children..."

The man sighed, a bit of elegance to his poise and after striding across the hardwood floor to extend a hand to Ember, still frozen on the couch, he mumbled, "Here, let's get you cleaned up, your leg is bleeding."

nurseniknak @ 2009-12-22T11:04:00

2009-12-22T16:10:57Z

It had everything to do with the way he carried himself, and handled his Desert Eagle.

It's partially why she hated him, and mostly why she loved him. His arrogance, his calm demeanor. Every situation they're in with some smack-talking Mafioso package boy who thinks he's the big cheese. It's Lucas who somehow keeps his mouth shut and gun hot, while Ember, a typical firey red-head, gets nose-to-nose with said package boy in some kind of, "Well, YOUR mother..." argument before Lucas breaks them up.

One would really think he would have ditched her by now. Ditched her for cramping his style, blowing his cover, screwing up the 'Visit to so-and-so who hasn't paid their debt'.

Well, this time, he did. He didn't even politely say, "Ember, look, this one I need to do alone," or "I don't want you to get hurt." He spoke with his gun on her jawline, right over the artery, with her backed flat against a wall. Spitting venom through grit teeth and growled, "Stay."

"Stay." Just like that. Just like she was some kind of house pet. Closing her eyes, she could remember. She could see his jaw locked when he spoke, and could smell his cologne and the hot tea on his breath, and how right then she wanted to melt into his arms and get lost with him, and 'Oh, God' he had such a grip on her shoulder... But the front sight of his gun was gouging into the thin skin of her jawbone, reminding her that something was desperately off with her partner. The key word being 'desperate.'

The sharp breath he took through his nose moved to his mouth, so hot each exhale melted her, and he seemed to hesitate saying more before biting his cheek and turning, grabbing his suit jacket and having it half-on before he made it out the door with a hanging-frame falling slam.

And here she was. It had been four days. Four days of no contact. Four days of neurotically checking the phone. Three days of calling Lucas' 'father' only to get a, "We're worried too, but this is the sixth time today..." Three days of sleeping on his apartment's bed instead of the couch and two nights of crying herself to sleep. One day of finding herself in the rustiest Jazz bar on Mars, drowning herself with stinging mixtures that poked her insides like a scorpion and left her numb. Every drink a potent strike that prickled at first but eased off.

She always knew it would happen. Something like this. He was like a stray cat, you try not to think about it, but the realization is that one day he won't come home, or one day you'll find him dead in the road, or chewed up by the neighborhood dog. With red-rimmed eyes, she bent an arm over the bar's counter and there rested her head, staring at the warped world through the walls of the empty shot glass. Gravity jerked her tears from the corners straight down, across the bridge of her nose and landing on the glossy wooden counter with a 'plip.'

"Stay." Nothing about not wanting her to get hurt, nothing about it being any kind of personal mission. Nothing about how he felt or- and damn, she was aching again. Not moving from her comfortable relaxed position, she rustled through the pocket of her jacket only to remember she had given the bartender her Credits Card. She was glad she had stopped smoking, and she even had stopped drinking for a time, but the only non-drug induced way to keep her sane was to forget.

With a hard sniff, she pushed herself up to a sit and rustled her red hair with her left hand while her right lightly tapped the table to catch the Bartender's attention. Cleaning a glass from across the aisle, the older man turned and sighed sadly at Ember and her slurred words.

"Another. Something stronger. I want to forget."

nurseniknak @ 2009-12-21T11:27:00

2009-12-21T16:27:12Z

Whoa.

The Escapist Magazine wants to interview me for an article on geek crafts. WTF. OSM.

nurseniknak @ 2009-12-20T13:48:00

2009-12-20T18:48:48Z

I finished my Pyramid Head pendant! I'm so proud of him. :3 I'm thinking of doing Valentines series in January, for V-day in February. Cloud/Aeris, Squall/Rinoa, Link/Zelda, Pyramid Head/James, Mal/Inara, and maybe a few others. They're called "wibbles". I introduce the first in my wibble series, Pyramid Head! Pyramid Head Wibble Charm by =nursenikki on deviant ART

Shattered Memories beat!

2009-12-18T21:11:35Z

Well, I just beat Silent Hill: Shattered Memories.
The Cons:
When I first started the game, I was kind of like, "Meh." I felt as though while the controls were great, I was disappointed with the combat being gone, as well as the (technically, multiple) type of child monsters and the fact that there was only one kind of creature to run from the whole game. Of course, at the end, this all made sense. The running from the monsters was intense. Sometimes confusing and causing multiple restarts, I was disappointed at the fact that I couldn't really explore the things there were to look at because of being chased (ie: the forest area).
The character designs, at first, disappointed me. I was sad about how much they changed from the original - but once they took off Harry's glasses, all of a sudden, it was like D: dayum.
I don't feel as though there were enough puzzles/keys/locked doors to make this have the same Silent HIll feel as all the rest.
Um, the whole... sex thing weirded me out. I'll leave it at that.

The Pros:
Wow, where to begin. First, I love how custom this game was. It really DOES profile you - taking your personality, your attitude, even your choices in therapy activities to decide what happens in the game. Lisa's death, the color schemes, and even sexuality played a part. This made the game SO personal and SO cool.
The way the monsters changed over the course of the game. How they 'grew up' and morphed into a horrifying set of monsters.
Wow! I really loved how interactive the few puzzles were. From unzipping clothes, opening boxes, turning wheels, and pulling curtains. It really made the game more real, and more fun to play.
The soundtrack. Oh my GOSH. I could listen to it all day! Added with my like.. 8 other Silent Hill albums, this soundtrack is really unbelievable. I think Yamaoka really went out with a bang by making this OST. Song #4 on the soundtrack is my favorite.
The ice world. Some folks hated it. I think it was a fresh outlook, especially since we've had the rusty hellworld for umpteen games now. It made the game a bit more frightening and scary, I think. The next to last stage - when Harry is running through the bedroom, and it keeps changing. It morphs upside down, on it's side. Now THAT is Silent Hill. Thanks to the creators for adding that creepy element!
I really enjoyed the therapist sessions. They were so intimate and personal. Being able to look around, shake or nod your head, and zooming in on the environment made it feel more real and lifelike. Of course, being my first playthrough, I got the good ending. Harry comes into the therapist office, Cheryl is sitting on the couch, Harry says he'll always be with her, and then he turns to ice the same way all of Cheryl's memories did. The video of Harry leaving really brought closure to the ending, and I will admit: my eyes watered just a tad.
There were classic Silent Hill elements that made me smile. Lakeside Amusement Park was still there, and of course the whole feel of the town remained the same. Midwich had a really interesting take on it, and it was really awesome getting to see the NPC ordeals and 'memory' spots. That's what I always loved about Silent Hill (and Resident Evil) : finding those peculiar letters or messages left by people now dead or gone.

Overall:
I loved this game. I feel odd placing it on the same level with other SH games, because it really is SO different from the others. So, here's my updated "Ladder" of favorite games, from the top being most favorite:
Silent Hill 2
Silent Hill 4
Silent Hill 3
Silent Hill: Shattered Memories
Silent Hill Homecoming
Silent Hill Origins

I am definitely going to replay the heck out of this game, and overall I am VERY satisfied and enjoyed the gameplay like crazy. Thanks to the new team and Konami for making a great Silent Hill game after the past two bombs.

<3

2009-12-18T00:54:52Z

Well, I spent all of one day in Charleston instead of two. Due to some issues with my car, Brett (being the sweet guy he is) actually followed me back here to Burlington yesterday to make sure I got home safe. We ended up eating at a nice steakhouse here in Burlington, and doing some shopping. Getting to watch Ghost Hunters and just hang out together was awesome. We'll be meeting in Beckley next time, since Charleston is a craphole. :( I think it was more run-down than Baltimore ( I KNO NOT POSSIBLE RITE?!/11?) The mall was huge, though, and there really was a lot to do. We stayed in a very nice Holiday Inn Express, but it was soooo coooold outside.

Aw, and for Christmas, I got this gorgeous necklace from him as my gift. It's a silver envelope that actually opens has a tiny metal letter inside with a red-gem heart on it. +.+ I got him the Dragon Box and a couple of hoodies. :3

He's applying for a new job tonight. He's spent three years with the company he's with, and there's an opportunity he can take with another company that would pay more, offer full time, and give him a more steady job. I'm keeping my fingers crossed!

Otherwise, I've been unbelievably busy. I have 250+ sales in my etsy store, and have been rigorously filling and shipping orders. :) It's actually really fun, and has brought in a TON of extra money. I also got a bunch of the aforementioned journal orders in the mail! My Silent Hill shirt and pillow came in, as well as my Shaun of the Dead pillow, Stargazer Lily soap, dinosaur gloves, teal gloves, Teefury order, and capsule corporation earrings. :) I'll show them off soon!

MattG posting the new Iron Man trailer made me all tingly inside. So did The Spill Canvas' new single, Gateway Drug.

There are a few things I absolutely have to get done this week:
- Get a haircut/recolor. My hair is way too long.
- Fill all 50bajillion orders
- Email Melly some pictures
- Figure out what's up with my car
- ... Oh crap, Christmas is next week and I have all of NO presents for everyone else ._.

nurseniknak @ 2009-12-14T00:28:00

2009-12-14T05:28:05Z

Daww.

I've been Christmas shopping for myself. ._. ! I bought some cute Dinosaur fingerless gloves, and a beautiful pair of black and teal knit gloves (dah-hah, Nelia's haircolor. I'm such a dork). My favorite colors are starting to morph into teal and brown & teal and black combinations. :3 I also picked up some lovely Stargazer Lily soap (my favorite flower), a lightsaber cat toy for my kitties, and a Shaun of the Dead throw pillow. :D I picked up those Silent Hill items the other night. It's so going to be the 12 days of Christmas for me as these packages come in different days. +_+

Been really busy keeping up with Etsy orders, in between Christmas shopping, work here at John's, and taking care of the house. I managed to finish Darkside Chronicles on Friday and really had fun with it. I'm playing Shattered Memories right now, which is pissing me off. I am really not in the mood to play it tonight, I may frustrate myself with it in the morning. ^_^" I'm in the mall and just can't friggin' get to where I need to be.

Anyways, I will be out of town Tuesday till Thursday. Brett is going to meet me in Charleston and spend a few days there. It'll kind of be like our Christmas. :) I can't wait to see what he got me!

Yep yep. <3

CHRISTMAS TIIIEEEEM NAAAAO

2009-12-12T21:35:15Z

Alright. My own Christmas wishlist!

There are a few things I really want for Christmas, but I'm going to have to choose. Part of this is my thinking that I'll re-do my entire bedroom at my house. I am going to use money I get from family and friends (and of course, pitch in myself) to get one or more of the following items for myself for Christmas this year and for 2010. :) I figured I'd live a little and finally get things I want, instead of penny pinching.

I guess I'll cross these out as I buy them. ;)

Laser Stars Projector. I think I want this the absolute most out of everything I've found online. It would be so beautiful to sleep with at night. It's on sale for $150 right now.

Tauntaun Sleeping Bag. Of course, this is one of the coolest concepts ever. This was an April Fool's joke, until they realized a million people wanted them. $100 is a bit much for an adult-sized sleeping bag, and not to mention, I wouldn't really use it. But I want it just to have it.

Zombie Attack Shirt. How cool is this? It's not too expensive, but fits every OC I've ever had. Plus, it would be awesome to wear around. I may pick this up regardless. ;) $16 at ThinkGeek.

Silent Hill Save Point Mousepad. At $12, this is a reasonably priced item. I really love how accurate the save points are, too.

Teardrop necklace. I think this is really one of the more beautiful necklaces I have found on Etsy. At $36, I'm on the fence as to if I would pay this much for this necklace, so the jury's still out on this one.

Silent Hill Robbie the Rabbit plush. As amazing as this looks, and as cuddle as Robbie is, I would love to have him sitting in my room pointing at my peeping tom next door neighbors (I guess if Henry Townshend was peeping, I wouldn't mind). At $50, he looks worth it!

Umbrella Umbrella. Need I say more? At $15, this is almost good enough to buy now.

Steel Pipe Shirt. ~~Can you believe I still haven't bought this? I've wanted it since last Christmas. Still, at $28 for a t-shirt, I should just suck it up and buy it.~~ Finally, right? :) Picked up this shirt after like a YEAR of whining about it!

James Sunderland's Secret Weapon Pillow. ~~Yes. I know what you're thinking, and you are correct, I am adding this to my cart as I type. $20 isn't bad for a throw pillow!~~ OMG I bought it!

Dinosaur Ice Trays. Oh my sweet goodness. ._. *grabby hands* At $15, I'd have WAY too much fun making ice.

Fight Club Soap Tee. The only thing I'd ever wear in pink. It's hard to find good Fight Club shirts now that aren't text or just generic soap. $25 makes this worth it, I only wonder how thick the tee is.

nurseniknak @ 2009-12-12T14:01:00

2009-12-12T19:01:39Z

I've put a few hours into Shattered Memories already, and am only at the High School exploring the classrooms. I know, I play slow.

I am having some difficulty with the monsters. :( I panic when they chase me, so instead of hiding, I run around in circles.

I don't get the hiding thing. You hide, right? But why hide when they're going to catch you and yank you from your hiding spot anyways?

The psychological things are awesome. Like the house, the couple, the car. I thought it was just joking when it said the game 'plays you as much as you play it'. I'm really having fun with it - it completely absorbs me in gameplay.

nurseniknak @ 2009-12-12T02:47:00

2009-12-12T07:47:00Z

Nikki is not allowed to play Silent Hill Shattered Memories in the Dark anymore. ._.

*hides*

Writer's Block: The One Movie Everyone Should See

2009-12-10T17:03:12Z

What one film do you think everyone should see?

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Fight Club. ... Or Jurassic Park.