Call of Duty owns me

Or pwns me, if you prefer. It's true. I just can't sit at home for more than 10 minutes withought the thought entering my mind- Hey, go power up that magical box and bask in the glory of realistic modern combat fps greatness. Heck, the only reason I was able to come up here at all to write this entry is my controller died, and I didn't have any backup batteries on hand.

Guitar Hero had a great enough hold on me, what with the ever present possibility of improving my score and beating previous records for Freebird. I thought I couldn't get any more obsessed than that, when the only thing that kept me from it was the frequent build-up of pain in my fingers, my body's way of saying "What the fuck, man?! Cut it out already!"

But then I got Call of Duty 4, and my willpower went out the window. At first I was just enjoying the single-player campaign, where I knew eventually I would get tired of my hopeless attempts at beating Veteran level. But then I opened my very own Pandora's Box of gaming: xbox live multiplayer. I had played Halo online before, so I thought I knew what I was getting into. I quickly learned how wrong I was. If you don't know already, CoD4 has totally awesome gameplay and design, which would be enough on it's own, but the guys over at Infinity Ward apparently didn't want anybody to ever stop playing this game, because they added a feature to this game that is so addicting that there should be a warning from the Surgeon General on the box.

The rpg elements of CoD4 taps into my greatest weakness: leveling up. I don't care how bad it is or how many times I've played it; as long as I have nothing better to play, I will not stop obsessively leveling in whatever crappy game you throw at me. Normally a game with a character leveling system has a storyline and quests and sidequests that you eventually tire of and at some point it's just not worth raiding the goblin's cave again. But put those rpg elements into a dynamic multiplayer experience where nothing is scripted and each game is unique and I don't think I'll ever get tired of this.

Alas, my epic fail.

Things My Warped Mind is Convinced is Wrong With Me

Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder
Schizotypal Personality Disorder
Assorted Phobias including but not limited to needles and people without eyebrows
Schizophrenia
Diabetes and various other illnesses that I know nothing about
Racism
Bipolar Disorder
Anxious Personality Disorder
Some sort of speech impediment
Self loathing/pity
Insomnia
ADD/ADHD
Cancer
Kleptomania
Pyromania
Not human... ness
Neuroticism
Hypochondria
Munchausen Syndrome

Total Lame-o

If you've been reading this blog you've probably decided that I'm just that person who starts a blog, journal, sleep diary, whatever with the forced conviction of keeping up with it on a regular basis for all of forever, but then just flakes out after just a few entries and tries to just forget about it and watch TV. Well you're right; I am that perrson. I hate myself for it, but it's true. I come up with excuses that usually involve me forgeting about it, but the truth is that I'm always thinking about the things that I should really be doing and what I can do to stop thinking about them. At any given moment I'm thinking of one to two (out of about 7) of the things I should really be working on at the same moment. Right now the only reason I was able to get myself to write this is that the show I'm watching on here needs time to load. Heck, right now all I can think about is wrapping this up without actually finishing my thought because I know it's fully loaded now.
I'm a weak person, so I'll just do that.