recently, Jay has introduced me to a new passion: playing video games.
I never knew before just how beautifully they pass the time. My infatuation
actually began early. Having three older brothers who all had marvelous
eye-hand coordination, my family started with an Artari, and then progressed
to regular Nintendo. I was mad about Duck Hunt. I got really good at it,
too. Then came Super Nintendo, with Super Mario World, Zelda ( until my
brother gave it away to my cousin-Stephen, I still resent you for that!),
my first encounter with Sim City (which had a wonderful cheat code so you
would never run out of money), and my all-time favorite (give me a break, I
was itty-bitty): Aladdin. I had the commands to that game burned into my
fingers. I did it without thinking. I learned all the codes to the different
levels (the one to Genieís Land is Genie Jafar Aladdin Abu, but thatís the
only one that I can remember), and I beat it countless times. Ah, the good
olí days. Then came the Playstation, and a particular car race game that
captured my attention. I got in trouble many a time for playing that game
when I should have been doing homework. And then there was that one game
that I tried to play-something about Zombies. Iíve always been sensitive to
images, and it contained some scenes that gave me nightmares for a week. And
that was the last time that I ever played on a console. Playstation 2 came
out, but my brothers had all gone to college, so my parents didnít buy one,
and I fell out of touch with the gaming world. Until now. And boy, have I
been missing out! Jay got me started with Kingdom Hearts, thinking it would
be a nice starter RPG for me, and we played it together for hours. We beat
it together, but I still have yet to conquer the optional bosses. My
relationship with Jay will be put to the test next year when the sequel
comes out. Iím sure we will spend more hours fighting over whose turn it is
to play than we will spend actually playing the game.
Another great time waster that Jay has
introduced me to: web surfing. I am slowly becoming addicted to different
websites. When I find myself bored at work or home (which this summer is
very often, since Jay and I are living apart), I just click on the wonderful
little browser icon, knowing that a plethora of information (much of it
useless) is just waiting for the click of my handy little mouse. Recently, I
began posting in the forum on RR. After my first post, I was hit with a
sickening realization: I am morphing into Jay. Albeit a much less
hairy version, but the Jay characteristics are there, nonetheless. What are
the symptoms? Well, hereís a few.
I no longer want to get up in
I procrastinate terribly.
I spend waaayyy too much time
surfing the web.
Iím becoming resistant to
change (ďbut I like the womb. Itís warm!Ē)
Iím watching unhealthy
amounts of video footage, much of it campy.
90% of the music I listen to
can be labeled FF.
In my dreams I am playing
I find myself browsing the
comic book section of Books-A-1x10^6.
Iíve started skipping classes
I have reset my internal
clock: the day does not begin and end with the sun. Rather, my days
resemble those of a vampire.
And folks, those are just the beginning symptoms. Why, I shudder to
think what I shall be like after 20 years of living with him.
None of these things, however, can
compare with the realization that I have just spent 45 minutes of my life
(that I can never get back) and whatís worse, 45 minutes of my youth
(which is all too fleeting) to write 3 pages of brain ooze that is about
nothing but myself for all 9 fans of Reddie Rants (a.k.a the Ranters
themselves). Oh God!
Leigh Anne Ė ďIím not apathetic, I just
Currently reading: The last updates
Currently watching: SHARK WEEK!!!
Currently listening to: angry chick music (to remind myself of who I
used to be)