Video Game Collection Pt. 5

I have had this game since I was a child. I remember spreading out the glossy paper map that came with it, and looking over the types of monsters in the game. I still have the original manual; it’s missing the cover and in shreds because of my constant handling of it. 

This is such an underrated gem for the SNES. I know it’s partly nostalgia that blinds me, but I have played this game so much, and I never tire of it. It’s one of my favorite games, easily. 

It’s a pretty simple game, and quote bare bones for a RPG. It’s alot like Zelda: LTTP when it comes to combat, and the visuals of the game. Maybe that’s why I love it so much; I played both games at the same time when I was a child. 

You play as young Will, who lives in a small village on the coast. He stumbles into an adventure across the world that involves saving a princess, finding a golden ship, and ultimately, finding his way to the Tower of Babel.

What it lacks in gameplay it definitely makes up wit story. The story is rich with detail, and focuses on complex ideas. Constantly making comparsions to light and dark, and showing the player realistic examples of that. For example, slavery is a common theme throughout IoG, and shows how humanity can be so cruel to one another. 

I can’t campaign enough for this game. I wish everyone could play this forgotten game and fall in love with it. Please, if you need a new game dive into this one.

Music Playlist #1: Feeling Emotion Through The Headphones


  1.  The Naked And Famous – The Mess
  2. Jimmy Eat World – Just Watch The Fireworks
  3. Brand New – I Am A Nightmare
  4. Radiohead – Fake Plastic Trees
  5. Smashing Pumpkins – 1979
  6. Yeah Yeah Yeah – Modern Romance
  7. Neutral Milk Hotel – King Of Carrot Flowers Pt. 1
  8. Sunny Day Real Estate – In Circles
  9. The Airborne Toxic Event – Sometime Around Midnight
  10. The Shins – Caring Is Creepy

Writing is a piece of you. Your words are some clue as to how you feel at that point in time. When I write, I usually have music that mirrors my own. When I’m in an emotional, vulnerable part of my book, I listen to these songs. This is a glimpse, mind you, and I won’t go over what each song and/or artist means to me.

I will, however, warn you:

There will always be one Jimmy Eat World song on each playlist.

They are my favorite band, and have been since I was 10. Their music means so much to me. There is alot of emotion that just punches you in each album. Their sound is a testament to my personality: melancholy as fuck. The one thing I love and hate about Jimmy is you don’t know what the meaning is behind each song, but at the same time you do. It’s like a vaguely described situation most of us has been in. 

Seriously, you need to check them out. Start with Static Prevails, and just listen to everything after that. 

Some of these songs are reminiscent of my teenage years. I went through an emo/scene state; I was lost, confused, and had so many unchecked emotions. I was battling untreated depression and anxiety at the same time. Music was absolutely my therapy. I would just cry my eyes out while listening because it was my emotional outlet. 

Don’t judge the music before you hear it, it’s not like ‘Oh, I hate life’. This music really explores emotions. 



Video Game Collection Pt. 3

I didn’t grow up playing RE (Resident Evil). Being a 90s baby, it was hard to not see the excitement around this series. My parents, however, did their best to keep me from violent video games. My first encounter was when the game just came out. A friend had the game, but looking at the game case scared me out of playing it. 
My little child self couldn’t handle the 32-biy polygons. 

My first true experience was RE 4 at a friend’s house. I remember my hands sweating and shaking as I was approaching the village for the first time.

For those who haven’t played this wonderful game: There is a village you encounter at the state of the game. it is one of the most terrifying experiences I have ever had…gaming wise.

You equipped with a handgun and that’s it. Not only do hordes of villagers attack you, but a villager comes after you with a chainsaw.

I saw Leon’s head roll several times.

It feels like it is neverending. To this very day, I get anxiety over this area 

Since then, I have played most of the RE games. I own multiple copies of these games, and I have way too many copies of just RE 4. RE 4 is one of those games I could play anytime. It’s weird, I know. But I love Leon and killing the shit out of the Las Plagas. 

Video Game Collection Pt. 2

I have been extremely sick for the past couple of days, so video games are my only solace. I don’t feel like doing anything. Hell, it’s hard to even will myself to type out this blog. I felt like I needed to do this.

Crash Bandicoot (PS1)

If I ever wanted a comfort game, I don’t have to look any further. Besides Resident Evil 4, I can play Crash anytime. Most people have played this series; even my mom played it. It’s so easy to get sucked into the incredible level design. With vibrant stages and great platforming, you needn’t look no further.

Crash Bandicoot 2 will always hold a special place in my heart. I remember my dad buying this game from my cousin when I was probably 6 or 7. I was so excited to have this game. I played it for hours and hours. I couldn’t put it down. I remember being so impressed with the graphics and how funny the death scenes were. This is my original copy, and I would be hard pressed to get rid of it. 

With that being said, I can’t wait for the remake on June 30th. I may just cry. 

Getting The HELL out of Dodge. 

I traded humid, unpredictable weather for cold winters this past September.

From Kentucky to Minnesota, a 16 hour drive with a U-Haul and animals. 

It fucking sucked.

The most exhausting day of my life. Being on the road from 4AM to 8PM. THEN taking 3 hours to unload the U-Haul. Had a crying session, then went to sleep around 1AM. 

Then tomorrow came. Just like it always does. The world didn’t end, and I felt…relieved. We had just made a long journey by ourselves, with our own money, at age 25. 

One of my goals in life was to move out of Kentucky. 

Let me just be real for a second:

I hate Kentucky. 

I can’t stand it. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a beautiful state. But…that’s it. The culture is horrible, and there is hardly any opportunity. I’m not going to sugar coat it. Kentucky needs help, but in order for things to get better, we need a social upheaval.

That’s going to take some time and resources that the state doesn’t have. 

When I came to Minneapolis, I was expecting…more choices in restaurants and clothing stores. I wasn’t expecting a totally different culture. I should of known better considering my background is Sociology. But it still surprised me.

I entered a world that spoke tolerance. A city that was trying to accept people and help the community. 

It’s not perfect. At all. But it beats the hell out of Kentucky. 

So, when it comes to my depression, I felt so much better here. Not only was I away from ultra religious, uneducated people, but I could actually talk about my mental illness. 

I couldn’t do that in Kentucky without someone throwing a stigma on me. Do people still judge me? Of course. We are conditioned to do that. But I’m more comfortable in this setting than I ever was in Kentucky. 

I’m so much happier here than I ever was in Kentucky. It’s such a. Nice change in pace. It didn’t solve all my problems, but it helped me cope with my illness.

I never get tired of the city lights. I always look at them with awe. I never get tired of just hanging out in my apartment like I did in Kentucky. Because I know that I have no obligation to hide my true self or indulge people. 

My point, Kentucky isn’t for me. A drastic change helped me cope with my depression. I still struggle, but I’m better off than I was. 

There are many other reasons why I left.

*Cough cough religion cough cough*

But that tale is for another day.


Perks of Being A Wallflower

As I’m sitting on my bright orange IKEA couch, the sun is peeking through the windows. I hate natural light, but it is warm and inviting. Instead of enjoying the great outdoors, I’m sitting with my headphones on listening to vaperwave music, writing this blog on my phone. 

I mention this glorious sunset because it parallels my life so we’ll.

I’m a wallflower.

I feel like I’m in and I feel like I’m out. I’m seeing inside and outside at the same time. I’m sitting a fence of being involved and just watching. 

I’m introverted as hell. But I like listening to people, seeing into a part of their lives. At a safe distance, at least. 

I went to an art museum this past weekend. I went for a particular exhibit. Guillermo Del Toro’s At Home With Monsters. Surrounded by eerie paintings and monster wax figures, I was immersed into Del Toro’s mind. I felt like I was the only person there, studying this art.

But I wasn’t. I was surrounded by people who I shared a social conscious with. They were fans of the same director, subject matter. 

I was part of this group, but yet I was so far.

I tried to not get too close to someone when I was looking at a painting or decor. I didn’t want to bother them or really talk to them. 

When it comes to relationships, that’s exactly how I am. I want to be surrounded by like-minded people, but at arm’s length. I want to be there for people; I’m fiercely loyal. However, I have no interest in sharing my private life.

Maybe this has to do with my depression or maybe it has to do with just how my personality is. 

There is a bittersweet feeling attached to my wallflower habits. 

I may not have alot of deep relationships, but I can come and go as I please. 

I don’t get overly attached. Part of me wants that, but part of me is just so focused on myself. On getting better, or working towards my goals. 

This is just another facet of my life I have become to accept. I will always be a wallflower. And I’m okay with that. I’m just here for the ride.

*Quick Update: I have finally started new medication that will hopefully help deal with this depression better. Send good vibes my way!


I’m a liberal. No one saw that coming right?

Before you put a foot on your soapbox, hear me out.

I used to be a conservative.

Take a moment to gasp.

I feel like I need to talk about this facet of my life because it is so important. Everything is interconnected. My political views reflected my beliefs. My beliefs are an extension of my experiences and my social conditioning. So on, and so on.

I grew up in a conservative household. Most people I interacted with were white. Most of them were middle/working class. And religious. Very religious.

With these influences, I thought voting Republican and being pro-life (gasp) was heavenly ordained.

However, it never made any damn sense to me.

I constantly asked ‘Why?’

Why shouldn’t we be helping the poor with taxpayer’s money? Isn’t that what Jesus taught? Why should I dictate what a woman does to her body?

I know I’m getting side tracked. But politics and religion are so closely related, especially in the good ole Bible belt.

So, why the change of heart?


I have always been a questioning person by nature. But, I was forced to see the other side of the coin.

Hell, I have a BA in Sociology/Criminology. I have met one conservative who majored in this subject.

I wrestled with what I believed in for the longest time.

But, let’s just break it down.

I’m pro-choice because we shouldn’t dictate what a woman does with her body.

I’m for welfare programs, and universal healthcare because not every poor person is lazy. Some are actually disadvantaged. 

I’m for Black Lives Matter, because Surprise! The black community is disadvantaged.

It kills me when people are against these things. If you are Christian, you are supposed to help right?

So, if you made it this far, my point my political stance is a huge part of my life. I feel the need to fight for people that have been fucked.

Like seriously.

This is common sense.

If I can make life better for one disadvantaged person, it will be worth it.

People need to stop using their religion as an excuse. Not using their lifestyle as an excuse.

People need to show a helping hand.

Is that so bad?