January 31, 2003 :: 3:45 p.m.
why video games should be destroyed
Friday, how I love thee. I should give you cookies and things, because you're the best day of the week, hands down.
Today I got to look at African art and take an exceptionally confusing quiz. Fun times, yo. The art was, anyway. I could have lived without the quiz, especially because it required me to watch K.D. Lang cavort around in a tuxedo shirt while singing about a big-boned gal from Alberta. Yeah, didn't really need that.
Oh dear GOD, please tell me that what I suspect to be happening really isn't happening. Because seriously, I'm going to find a way to plug my computer into the fucking engine of my car and just live out in the freshman parking lot. Justin is setting up some video game system for Emily. So that she can play video game 24 hours a day, and thus be here even more often than she is already. And prevent me from watching new episodes of Buffy on Tuesday nights, which is an offense that I think warrants immediate and brutal elimination. Jesus. It's like Adam's roommate switched bodies with mine, and now I've got a video game-obsessed kid who never, ever leaves the room and he has a kid who's always gone. WTF? I am not happy with this switch. Observe me being very, very unhappy with it.
Am I the only person on the face of the planet who has knows how to use headphones? Or the volume control on a TV? Because that thing about living in my car? I'm not really kidding anymore. This is just... argh. Not only will she be even more super-glued to our bedroom, but now I'll have to listen to hacking, slashing, gunshots, and cheesy video game dialogue at ear-shattering volumes all fucking day (and night, I'm sure). I welcome death. It's preferable to this.
On a much happier note, today is Adam's birthday. He's the big 20 today... scary. Even scarier is the fact that I'll be joining the ranks of the no-longer-teenagers in about 6 months. Eek. But we get to eat cake tonight, white cake with beaded icing, in fact, so all is relatively well. And hey, the boy gets presents. You can't ever go wrong with presents. The best thing about birthdays is that they're all about presents. You can't treat them like Christmas or Easter or something, all "it's a religious holiday, you hell-bound troglodytes, not an excuse for rampant consumerism!" Because it's not. It's presents and parties and gluttonous cake-eating. As such, I love me some birthdays.
Dammit, turn the fucking TV down! GRRR. I need cake. Cake, cake, cake. Cake makes everything better. And if I have ever in my life wondered why I'm fat, I must be very stupid and unobservant. Because hey, right there.
Well, I need to go get ready for Adam's Birthday Dinner #1, which will be taking place at his mom's house around 6. I'll write later, maybe, if there's anything extra exciting to report. So don't count on it or anything.
Ciao.
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