Jaz's journal

I was close to tears when Scott Kurtz finally revealed the mistory of his current storyline. I literally prayed for it to be Brent. I'm happy!

Brent is the only believable male character in all literature ever written. If you're a guy you can feel his pain in every single panel. Yeah Brent, we all know and understand you.

It has to be said: Brent getting Jade back is a victory for all menkind. Justice has been done at last.

I figured I forgot to hand in my last excercise sheet for maths the days before Christmas. When I saw it still sitting in my ring binder today it was kind of a ... bummer.

This sucks since usually my whole weeks centers around this stupid sheet. Every time you (rough and ready) mastered the previous one after about four days you're presented with a new homework that's again total gobbledygook for you.

I probably still have enough points to be permitted to the exam next year, even with skipping a sheet or maybe two, but I feel terribly stupid for having done the work and not getting the credits.

On the bright side, I finally started learning. The math book I wished and got from my parents this Christmas is a godsent. Some things appear much less difficult when you read it.

So I guess my maths professor doesn't suck after all; he probably just doesn't know how to communicate with terrestrians.

I'm off to it starting tomorrow morning. It's all but impossible to learn at home with all those distractions around you.

When I was at home in Augsburg I strictly seperated learning- and living-space, which worked very well. I usually spent at least two full days in the library, learning. When I set my foot out of it, living-space began for me. I never learned at home.

I didn't think I'd ever say something like that, but I'll probably stop playing GTA 3 because it's too violent.

In the past decade I have decimated gazillions of virtual monsters and villains with every kind of weapon you could imagine. I have fought in every bloodshed of mankind's history. I have commanded fleets the size of solar systems in epic battles for the destiny of the galaxy, without ever turning a hair.

GTA is different. In the games I use to play there's always a clear distinction between good and bad. Here you go, Gordon Freeman, you're the good guy. Now fight off the alien invasion and save mankind! This is how it goes.

But, as I said, GTA is different. It's virtually impossible to complete a mission in GTA without running over at least 20 innocent passers-by. You get jobs where you have to murder innocents. You have to kill policemen as to not get caught and fail the mission.

Adding to this is that the game looks so freaking real and gives you almost total freedom. No levels, no stages, just this really big city where you're allowed to roam and do as you wish.

All this seriously begins to trouble me. This is the first game I ever feared might be able to mix with reality in a moony minute.

Maybe it's wise to pull the plug now and go back to saving the galaxy.

I really ought to start learning for my tests, but I just keep putting it off and the stack of paper seems to grow higher by the day.

Wow, what an exceptional problem I'm having here.

Funny how the amount of spam I'm getting dropped to zero over the holidays. I suppose Mr Spam is now sitting at home, stuffing his fat, ugly belly with the roast goose he bought with my money.