The Junk Heap

I said I'd write a blog entry about this tomorrow but dear God am I amazed at just how much the developers seem to be enjoying tormenting Lara. Were the entire team behind this at Crystal Dynamics populated solely by the survivors of the species Lara nearly forced into extinction in her last games?
 
Really good fun though. 

Also: A very good reason why I attend anger management.
 
Because really, if you decide to use your Wednesday lunchtime going to a newly formed Creative Writing enrichment class (And more importantly, you decide to sit next to ME) then here's a tip for you. When everyone's sitting with their heads down, pens scratching the paper and a focussed look on their face, that is the cue for you to JUST! SHUT! UP! Stop talking with that giggling gaggle of girls you've grouped yourself with and most importantly, don't talk louder than all of them combined. When everyone's trying to write, the reason we  came to the bloody group in the first place, you should probably join in with them. Oh, and never announce to the class you're a hipster who loves rap. That was the siren that caused me to text some friends and warn them they may need to tell the court that the murder was just. I have Enya on my phone for a very good reason.
 
And the teacher didn't appear to know the definition of third person. I really don't think I'll be returning. 
 
Siiiiiiiiiiiigh. Okay, that's out of my system. On a lighter note, I sold an old iPod for £50 today, so I'm off to go play the new Tomb Raider. I'll post my thoughts tomorrow.