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So I got new headphones today for my computer
just a little headset with a mic and stuff attached so I can Skype and listen to music etc etc
so I put it on and start listening to music and decide OH HEY LET’S LISTEN TO STEAM POWERED GIRAFFE TODAY
turn on Automatonic Electronic Harmonics (which I can say like a pro but can’t seem to spell)
OH MY GOD BAD IDEA ABORT MISSION ABORT MISSION SAVE THE OVARIES
CAN YOU GET PREGNANT FROM THIS????
so yeah basically the headphones work amazingly.
Playing Pokemon Sapphire.
Finally caught Kyogre without a masterball after hours of stress and trying not to just break down and use the masterball.
I gave him a name.
I never name my pokemon.
His name is ASSHOLE.
I am now starting a routine where when I go to bed, if I want to play Pokemon, I am required to do sit-ups while I train my Pokemon.
I’m not sure which will happen first: me get into good shape, or quit playing Pokemon.
Currently laying under a giant green blanket playing Pokemon Sapphire on the new Gameboy Advanced SP I just bought today
I’m a giant five-year-old.
so today i dressed up kinda like a hipsterish old woman (high-waisted flower-print skirt, tan tanktop and a little brown cardigan thing) and i had to go down and meet my sister and halfsister for lunch near UAB and on the way i decided, hell, i have some summer reading books to buy so let’s just stop by fultondale’s books-a-million and get it over with.
so i get this guy to help me find the books and i’m carrying them to the desk and i’m like ho shit, i forgot my wallet in my car, so i ask them to hold onto the books for five seconds while i go get my credit card, feeling like a complete idiot for forgetting the key ingredient for buying things, being money of some form.
so i come back in with my wallet and locate the counter where they are ready to check me out and this middle-aged woman has my books, and me being the kind of idiot that wants to be friends with ~*everybody*~, i make a little small talk, telling her that these two books are summer reading that i needed to get while i was on the way to birmingham and that summer reading books always suck.
she’s like “well i actually enjoyed these two books when i was younger, maybe they arent as bad as you think” and i’m like “yeah, i hope so, i love when the school picks good books. like, by some freak of nature, i actually liked to kill a mockingbird” and she’s like “oh i loved that book too! did you see the old black and white movie for it?” and then we got off on a tangent about how atticus is simply the best character in that movie and eventually i just had to leave so i said bye and walked out the door.
as im walking out the door, there’s this young woman rolling a stroller with a little baby down the street, most beautiful black woman i’d seen in real life a while, and as she passes and i walk behind her to get to my car on the other side of the parking lot, she turns back to me and with this big beautiful smile she says to me “you’re so pretty!” and i’m so caught off guard and flattered that all i can do is kinda laugh and try to tell her thankyou
and i’m just left bouncing back to my car just laughing to myself and being so happy that i had a good conversation about books and that this young woman called me pretty even though i was wearing clothes closer to those of an elderly person and i have acne on my eyebrows like a fucking fatass football player that’s on a diet of pure chocolate and
god today was a good day.
I just stayed up until 4 in the morning searching for bad Homestuck roleplayers and Homestuck weebs on Facebook to put into a queue for that new blog.
I have lost control of my life.