Gregoire

I'm definitely Team Sony. I had a PSOne, PS2, PS3, and I'm now the proud owner of a PS4. That said, I had an original Xbox and my mates and I chipped in together to get a 360. I even went into PC gaming for a brief but glorious instant, mostly playing EA titles like Mass Effect, Dragon Age, or SimCity. The reason that I'm loyal to my console is because it has pretty much consistently delivered a wide array of stories and characters that I love. Those adventures play in my mind like songs or the best parts of one's favorite movies. If I get to be the deciding authority, I'm a gamer. I can also see how I might fall into the other category though.

I was in love with Cortez's history and I'm not going to lie, my heart skipped a beat when he said "husband". As I played through the game, I definitely developed a crush on Cortez and he was a loyal teammate. Talking to him felt real, but I'd known Kaiden for 3 games--we'd been in combat together. Sure he's a little weird, but since I lost Ashley, he's been the only constant in the game for me. So Kaiden wins for me. I just realized that I may play too many video games and may have an unhealthy attachment to my characters...

My best friend and I used to drink whiskey in his dorm room while we watched TV. We were underage so we didn't really know what we were doing, but because of that Jack and the Captain will always have a place in my heart. It's not my favorite drink, but I can throw it back like it's nothing...and I like that. #teamwhiskey (I think I did that hashtag thing right...)

Dear Greg who is less than 22, Your name is Gregory. It sounds more impressive and you force people to go through the additional syllables if they want to talk to you. Always introduce yourself this way, but don't be afraid of Greg or Bell or the dozens of pet names that you'll have to hear to believe. Go on as many adventures as come your way. Be wary of the consequences, but never stop moving forward. You were never confused and you've always known what you've wanted, it's not your fault if it's everything under the Sun. You're gonna fall in love, a lot, with people who reciprocate to the fullest. Just go with it. You never stop loving her, even after you meet him. Yeah, dude...him. I didn't see it coming, either. That said, it is not waste of time to make out with girls on sofas or chairs or floors or backseats of cars or front seats of cars or grass or...well, you get the idea. Running the bases is part of life, just make that first home run count. Save it for the perfect moment. Smile a bit, stand up straight, get into fights, protect your friends, and learn to accept help. Understand that you're going to be polarizing as all get out, but they make a saying for that: Haters gon Hate. Keep chasing the shiniest thing in the room and never settle. You get a prize...man, do you ever get the prize. Dad loves us, we just need to be patient. Yeah, he hit you when you were younger, but he was younger, too. Listen to his words when he yells and when he whispers, he's never been the one to tear you down. He'll be deployed a lot and things'll change every time he comes home. He'll miss moments of your life that he'll never even know he missed, don't hold that against him. You have dark hours ahead of you and people are going to be so unfair, but he will always be in your corner. Mom will alternate between being your best friend and being, well, your Mom. Don't try to understand it and don't let her break you. She can be manipulative and cunning and cold, but so can you. Use that, you have all of her best and most of her worst. Remember all that she gave up for you, don't ever take that for granted, but don't let it impact your worth. She has so many challenges to face, and it's gonna get scary, but she's never too fragile to hug or kiss on the forehead and she's not an excuse not to live your life, she's your mother. You're not a bad kid, but you will get cut off, disowned, and made to feel alone in this world. You will bend and you will break and you'll feel like you have nothing left to live for. And things will never be simple for you. You know as well as I do that suicide is stupid, so I'm not worried about that, but someone needs to tell you not to go through your life punishing yourself for things that you can't control or things that you could control. All you can do is take responsibility and accept that what will be will be. When you can't live for yourself, live for your little brother. The little dude needs you. For whatever reason, you shape the man that he becomes, never take that for granted. Don't lord over him, it makes it difficult for him to come to the light when he's lived in your shadow for so long. Take time to spend with him, adopt some of his hobbies, call him when you can't be there, and love the crap out of him. Everything that you saw, he saw, and even when it didn't happen to him, he saw it. He'll want to protect you, but you have to learn to protect yourself so that you can protect him. Be the big brother. It's weird. I want to spoil all the best parts for you, but it's worth far more of my time to warn you of the pitfalls. You're gonna hit them and hard, really freakin' hard. And because you're not going to have many, I took a few seconds out of my time to write a letter to you. Because I love you and you are so worthy of love, but I already told you that.

[1] What is the worth of a fallen angel? Wings clipped. Earthbound? [2] Shall I be made a flower then? Forever to lean into the light, E'er divorced the shadows from whence too life springs To be grasped and departed my roots? [3] Pray, sir, that I not be a beast And please do mind your head Let not my fragility worry you, For lions and wolves disguise themselves as sheep, Sometimes unwittingly More often, maldictively Still other times with malice. [4] Be like innocence, virtu

A collection of emo-esque poetry, so I guess that makes me an esque-emo. So by my logic, if you like igloos, you'll love this. :P

I don't wanna grow up I'm a dead end kid I wasn't supposed to last this long All I have is potential And I don't want it All I know are rules And I need to break them I believed the lies And they were taken from me Now there's nothing to go in their place I played the game I played it well Way back when it was fun It wasn't supposed to last this long My body tells a story long forgotten Of an adventurous youth When smiles were real Knicks and bruises Ding

The capacity to love anything attractive, however fragile it might be, is a hallmark of psychological health. This is why I look with awe to the blossoms, the birds, the bees, the flowers, and the trees. I well up at the thought of the bodies I will never experience, the works of art that will go unappreciated. I sigh at the night sky, as well as, a well-formed sentence, for I will never achieve the effortless grace by which they navigate my eyes and ears

It's moments like these, in which discomfort knows not its own name and attempts to spell it starting with a C, that I realize that I can brave this life. Not the one I've been leading, but this amazing and awe-inspiring entity that I know in the biblical sense, yet cannot begin to explain. And knowing this life, I am offered the gift of God that allows me to feel and to go numb, and grants me that instant at which they occur simultaneously. I am suddenly aware of the

would you mind if i told you i think that i love you that you cover the whole in the wall? that all i want is acknowledgment acknowledgment that is all. i wish that i could kiss you once because that would break the spell and then you could move on with your life and i could go to hell. i'm a circle you're a line but think what we could be, everything from an acorn to happy to a tree. boys like girls but i like you. i put my foot in my mouth because yo

I can vary the days, in new and exciting ways. But at the conclusion of every tale There is only me. My scent permeates from the bottom of my mattress to the top. My headboard. My pillows. My sheets. There are no stray hairs, colognes, perfumes, bodies offering me their characteristic aromas at night. Or 5 AM. Whatever time suits me to rest my head. The monotony of this imposed monogamy that is my isolation makes me crave my vices. Cars. Skin. You. Me. Hookah. W

Three letters sum up my feelings: PS3 (two letters and a number, rather...)

Ranch, vinaigrette, caesar, or honey mustard. I like to keep my options open.

Concert. Hands down. Although, I've been told that it's wise to ignore my counsel on certain things and responsibility is one of them. But hey, take it for what it's worth.

Happy Birthday Manu. For surviving yet another year. You get...smiley barrage! :king: :2hands: :ranger: :pickaxe: (It's the best I could do on short notice)