It's been awhile.

I haven't posted a blog since my KYT session. I don't know why though. But, I'll try to post more. Anyways, I am so psyched for my niece! My sister is due in April and they're giving her a Hello Kitty themed things! Of course since I'm the Japan fanatic, that makes me really happy! And, I'm gonna try to teach her sign language while she's a baby.

Anyways, it's New Year's! Oh yeah, I've been partying alright. No, that's not true. I've been at home all day and I went grocery shopping. What I really wanna do is play DQ IX! But what's weird is that it doesn't work on the newest firmware for R4s with YSMenu, patched or unpatched. And I have no idea how to downgrade. I'm a bit technically challenged. (That's my way of getting the same question I already posted but never got an answer to.)

So, I will leave now. I have to go lurking. (It's my thing. I've been on GameFAQs too much.)

I just remembered! I've been having these psycho dreams lately, and I actually remember one clear as day. I made a note of this on my phone and I got this so far,
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"There's the one we want."

I ducked under the table as I saw, in the corner of my eye, my friend being dragged by his foot out of the resturant. "Kill the rest."

I pretended to lay dead as I heard the screams of people being shot, stabbed, and battered. When the noises stopped and the door had opened and closed, I waited 5 minutes and got up. I should've kept my eyes closed.

Dozens of people, dead. None had survived. No man, no woman, no child. I collected myself and tried to walk outside. My mind kept trying to formulate a plan. I walked to the country where the law had no standing.

People stared at me. It's not like I was a criminal, in their town. "Is there anyone kind enough that would let me stay at their house for awhile?" I asked.

One woman stepped forward and said, "as long as you got the muscle to work for it. Just one question. Who are you hiding from? Many people come through this town, but some stay with us. They are nice, some do have the occasional skeleton in their closet. Before we accept you, you need to lay everything out on the table."

"My friend is being held in prison because he looks like me. I don't find that fair. I'm the one that's supposed to be there. He should be with his family. I need to lay low and think of a way to save him."

"Well, okay then. We all believe you. Follow me to the house." These people were so trusting. I didn't like having to have to be there cause I was hiding.

The next day, I went straight to work. She and her family had to work too. It was the only way the could have the law butt out of their business.

A couple weeks later, I was called to work on a broken sink. I was just about finishing up when i could hear a voice through a bullhorn. "Come out of the house with your hands up!" The client rushed toward me and told me to hide somewhere.
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