Save Slot: 1
William   5/13/09 5:53PM
# of Saves: 3
# of Playthroughs: 1
# of Deaths: 1

"Now saving your game. Please do not turn off the power until the save has-"
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щ(ﾟДﾟщ)   F*** you, runies! f*** you all!!!




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"Game save complete."
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William   1/31/09 1:50AM
# of Playthroughs: 1
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Today, this week, this month as been busy. However, something extremely significant happened tonight. After months of not posting an entry on my blog, I finally decided to post when I came upon the sudden idea of posting my blogs like a game save, in commemoration of my friend James, who calls me to tell me about his life against my will... therefore saving his game. (We still love you, James.) Now, after going to xanga, I look at my subscriptions for the first time in a long time. I run through Patrick's updates and laugh, and I continue to scroll down the subscriptions list... and I finally come to my friend, Daniel Tran's, blog. What started as mute curiousity and what third parties would observe as sheer boredom (it's actually procrastination), I embarked on one of the most enjoyable reading experiences since reading an excerpt on Rule of Cool at TVTropes.org . The sum of his blog is that he's taken a lot of punishment and isn't afraid to look at it, angst for what it's worth, and continue to try and move on. I'm not afraid to admit it. He's homosexual, but he's still my friend. I think I need to re-post what I wrote in response to his 2008 retrospect so that I can look at it again and re-evaluate myself relative to what I wrote in the heat of the moment.

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I'll be posting about your 2008 retrospect here since there wasn't any option to do so (for good reason I guess). I will say this, you did effect me in a very definitive way. In high school you once said to me that I'm "the same" as I was. Never changing. I don't know what you thought I thought, and I don't know what you meant as "the same." However, I will tell you now that it gave me a ton of more confidence as to who I am, my convictions, and just my personality as a whole. To this day, I look at myself to see how much I've changed, for better or worse. While I haven't changed conviction-wise and my arrogance in my laziness has lead to plenty of complications that I know I will fully feel soon, if not immediately at the end of this next month, I'm also never regretting what I interpreted from your observation.

What this leads me to is the event in which you announced your sexual orientation on your myspace. No, I don't have a myspace. Yes, I will never, ever get one. I'm content with my xanga, for what that's worth. Patrick (freaking Van) was the one who told me about your myspace entry. It was a really big thing for the IB students to gossip about, and, frankly, I couldn't even muster the will to see what they were saying. My initial response was "no way." HOWEVER, this was not because I hated homosexuality (I feared to some extent, but not enough to hate), but because I had spent years defending your sexual orientation in the blind assumption that it was defending your good name (I do this a lot in retrospect, apparently). It was like admitting to myself that, damn, I have to take back my words. The masses were right, I was wrong. My arrogance in being your friend was shattered. Hahahaha. Silly stuff. My own stupidity aside, I would resolve later the next day, after hearing of your blog entry, to still believe in you. That's how I treat my friends. I believe in them, and that will never change. Ever. I've told Patrick this, but I think I should type it here and now. There is one belief that I've kept since 3rd grade that I will never give up unless you break me with an epic mind-screw. "I don't care if they hate me, don't believe in me, or don't consider me their friend at all. Even if they're not my friend, I'm their friend." It started as a mantra to keep myself from self loathing at not having many friends, but it sooned turned into the core of my persona. Overdramatic? Of course. Fun? You bet it is. After I reaffirmed myself, I immediately typed to Patrick: "Ah man, who cares if he's gay. I promised that man I'd play pokemon against him and, damn it, one day I WILL." Ok, maybe not in those exact words, but you know what I mean.

-When my sister mentioned that she wanted to room with you, I said: "That's awesome. Do it." Hahaha, of course my dad immediately says "A guy is a guy. No."
-Patrick told me that everyone in IB thought I was gay freshman year because Jason was/is my best friend. Thanks to tackling my ego involving you, my reply: "HAHAHAHAHAAHHAHA! They wanted that to be the reality and they know it!" Laughed so hard that I could barely breathe.
-Today, reading your blog. It's freakishly entertaining because you're a good writer, always have. Just, you never put effort into your blog back in high school (not that I'm one to talk) so I never cared to check even through the 2 years leading up to now.  Regardless of what you think of me now, thought of me, and/or think of people in general, I'm still proud of you. I don't know why it's "proud," and not "making fun" or "dismissing." To be honest, the same thing happened when I met Nick after so long and saw how much taller he had gotten (in addition to how much his voice deepend). It just feels really good to read about your thoughts, trials, and tribulations (yay, Pheonix Write reference). "A life's story is never boring." It couldn't be more true here, but it also needs to be said that maybe I'm too arrogant of being a "watcher." That's what I used to use to feed my ego back in middle school. Hahahaha. Ah, but that aside, I'm proud of you. Freaking proud. I would never regret being your friend, no matter how bad we treated each other in elementary school, or how many times you would or will ever throw my lunch box up a tree.

You'd better keep that DS. I may not give you a fight to remember, but damn, I'll give it my best shot. Take care, Daniel.
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I hope I get to meet Daniel again so I can not only look at his Pokemon setup, but play some Brawl... It's awfully hard playing alone. -_-
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"...Game save complete."

Bring on the thunder.