i’ve had so many serious problems with my eyes already that i worry something really serious and life affecting will happen to my eyesight when i’m older.

i rarely remember to brush my teeth before i go to bed, which is the most important time to brush them. i worry that my teeth are going to fall out, and i’ll have to get false teeth like my granddad.

how do you spell granddad? granddad looks silly.

back problems. sometimes i think that maybe i carry heavy things in bags too often, and even though i make a conscious effort to walk without slumping to one side, i still think i might end up with back problems when i’m older. i sleep all curled up and spend so much time slumped over a computer, i worry that my spine might go funny.

with long hair, i brush my hands through my hair regularly. i pull out many hairs on a daily basis. this has me worrying that i’ll become one of those men with whopping great receding hairlines. nearly all the people who spring to mind when it comes to receding hairlines either have or had long hair.

i suppose most old men have them to some extent – just like most old people in general have stiff backs, eye problems, and yellow teeth… but maybe that’s because most young people don’t think about the way they sleep, or treat their hair, or carry heavy bags.

it’s unfortunate and disconcerting to know that a lot of the time, we only realise we’ve done something wrong when it’s too late.

you know i won a ps2 and a copy of time crisis 3 last year?

you should do, because i told pretty much everyone. but just in case you never heard about it; i won a ps2 and a copy of time crisis last year.

it was a little promotional tourny held at ye olde union, to which i turned up with a mate. we entered the doubles / coop tourny, which meant that there was only one round to play through, due to the small turnout. we came first, winning the aforementioned ps2 and time crisis 3 each.

we won of course, because i’m brilliant and fantastic and sexy – not because the two really good players happened to enter the singles category or anything like that. just in case you were starting to think along those lines, it’s not true. i’m great.

but enough of me boasting about how great i am – you don’t have to read through my journal to hear about that. i could tell you on msn sometime. i’m bringing this up again now because i recently turned up at a similar promo tournament for ghost recon 2, and this time i’ve won myself a copy of the game and a cheque for £250!

yay!

again, this was because i’m sexy and great. it wasn’t because my teammate was really good and managed to compensate for my lacklustre performance.

grrrr.

but the moral of today’s story is: practice makes… good. and accidentally exploiting the presence [and absence] of people who are better than you can mean cash prizes!

yay!

as part of my course at uni, i have to develop an idea for a game and write the first part of a game design document, along with coming up with cover art for what the box might look like.

a couple of weeks ago, as a joke, i came up with an idea for a political zombie game called president evil, and even had a quick dabble in photoshop to make some mildly amusing cover art for it:

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if only i was silly enough to actually go through with the idea. all that potential for witty allegory gone to waste…