Are Wii Having Fun Yet?

It started out like any other Super Mario Brothers. I was short, I was red, I had a moustache. I was even 2D.

But then things got weird.

Not only was I rescuing the princes, but I was rescuing Bowser as well. There was a purple and black void in the sky, and I was being followed around by "Tippi" the butterfly, who kept blurting things out to get my attention. I'm magically transported to the world of "Flipside." The only way to reescue the princess (and Bowser) was to collect "8 Pure Hearts."

My enemy is named Bleck, he has a "minion" named O'Chunks, and another minion who "is always up for a good chunking." And another that keeps transforming into different gendered characters, while the other minions make fun of his/her cross dressing and sexual orientation.

The next thing I know, I'm picking up "Shroom Shakes" and "Pal Pills" and being taught a "transdimentional technique" by a guy who insists on judging me based on the size of my 'stache.

I start to wonder who's bad acid trip I wound up in by mistake, so I look at the game box again. It says "Super Paper Mario" on it. It says "rated E for everyone."

o.O

I think I know why they call it a Wii now. Because the developers were so hopped up on LSD all they could say when corporate asked what to name the thing was "Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Things That Make You Go "Ummm"

So I get on the elevator at the second floor, and press the 5th floor button.

After I do this, the only other person in the elevator (who has obviously pressed the 4th floor button) says to me:

"Uh, it's going UP"

I look at her and say:

"Yeah, I know. See how I pressed the 5 button?"

Silence ensues.

*shakes head*

Life is weird...

When I was a teenager, and deep into my Christian phase, a friend and I made a local Christian bookstore our hang out of choice. They had a great music selection (as in, rock music, not just your typical gospel stuff), and on Friday nights, they had live performances. They also had a coffee/juice bar, so we could basically hang there until we decided we were hungry enough to go find food somewhere.

In the course of hanging out there, we got to know the owners, who were all really sweet people.

Eventually, my friend got a job there, so we all hung out there even more than before, and became friends with the owners. One of them especially, went out of his way for us, opening up the coffee bar early, or opening it up just for us even when it was supposed to be closed all day. He was the sweetest guy...

I still have fond memories of getting a couple friends together and heading over there on Friday nights to see local Christian performers live, for free. And I remember how the owners were nice enough to sell another friend's band's album without much of a markup, so the band got to keep most of the profits (I still have that album somewhere... They were actually pretty good). And I loved how they didn't mind a group of teenagers hanging out in the store -- they encouraged it in fact. I guess they rathered us hanging out there, in a Christian environment, than going somewhere less... Well, less Christian.

Last week there was a small plane crash not too far from where I live. The names of those involved were not publicized, so I didn't pay too much attention to it. Planes seem to crash every now and again out here... We have a lot of small airports, and a lot of inexperienced people flying Cesnas.

But I just heard from a friend this morning that one of the people killed in this particular crash was one of the owners of this store that we spent so much time at growing up. Her old boss, and our old friend. The one who was extra nice to us.

Life is just so weird sometimes...

Weirdnesses...

You ever have those days where things just felt... Wrong? You know, that "the milk smells fine, but I think its bad anyway" feeling?

My morning started out crappy.

The BF's cell phone made the speakers buzz at some insanely loud volume at about 5am. It didn't wake him up, but it snapped me out of sleep so hard that I just sat there for a good 15 minutes before being able to try and go back to sleep.

Then, at 6, the office line rings. This does wake the BF up, and me too of course, as he climbs over me to get out of bed... And the discussion that went on after that was loud enough that it kept me from getting back to sleep. I recall being in a half doze and hearing "OMG, Google's being investigated under anti-trust charges" and something about database corruption.

Then, at 7:30 or so, the kiddo comes in and proclaims to me (who is still trying to get some last shreds of sleep before having to get up at 8) in an overly chipper voice "Mom, I've been up since 5am!"

I slept in the car on the way to the office... And had really weird fucked up dreams. I hope I didn't end up talking in my sleep. Though, I might have, given the really strange look the BF gave me when I woke up and dragged myself out of the car. I can only imagine what I might have said... Eep.

And so, here I am at work, after a grande frappucino, still unable to keep myself even halfway awake.

Not that anything here at work is going right either...

Someone removed a stack of paperwork off my desk before I got in, apparently because I didn't get it done within 24 hours of having been given it in the first place. Only they didn't bother to tell me that. They didn't bother to tell me anything at all in fact. The folders just "poofed" and I'm assuming that the owners repossessed them. Hopefully that's the case, and the janitors didn't run off with them.

No one can decide on what the correct overhead rates for an account are supposed to be, and they're spamming the entire department with emails about it. I've half a mind to email them all and tell them to "take it private" -- as in, not on the departmental email alias that sends messages to everyone -- but I'm afraid I might get in trouble for that one.

The elevators are on the fritz again... Apparently one of them is "too good" to stop on the 5th floor (my floor), and the other one is confused about which direction it's supposed to be going at any given time. I'm counting the minutes before the building manager sends out email saying "use the freight elevator for the rest of the day, as both elevators are being serviced for the 15th time this month."

Oh yeah, and half the doors didn't unlock this morning. No, I don't mean that out of 40 doors only 20 got unlocked by someone. I mean, the electronic security system, which automatically locks and unlocks the doors on campus decided that it was only going to unlock the left hand side of all double doors. I may have hurt my shoulder by trying to open one of the right hand sides before becoming painfully aware of the fact that it was still very definitely locked shut.

*sigh*

At least I can go home soon, and spend the rest of my evening rescuing the most adorable Sporelings from Starving Bog Lords and Marsh Dredgers. I did that yesterday, and was most kindly rewarded with recipes for "sporeling snacks" and "clam bars." Yummy =)

Confruddost?

So today has been a weird day, as evidenced by my last post. But it seems like a lot of days lately have been weird days.

Two days ago, I get a call from my ex asking me for money (which I did NOT give him, btw), then telling me all about his "girlfriend" the "model" who's in jail --again-- for a reason that is so far fetched, I have to wonder if it's made up. The things I'm hearing just don't add up, and given my ex's propensity towards creating fictions that are so elaborate even he believes them... I can't help but think this is another one of those situations. Either that, or I have to believe that both a) he is stupid enough to want to have anything to do with someone who lands themeselves in jail for really BAD things, and thinks I'm going to be okay letting my son be around that too, b) there is some girl out there who is so incredibly stupid that she is either lying to him about who and what she is, or that she's really THAT stupid and THAT desperate to want to be with him -- who she's never even met face to face before.

Do I want to believe any of that? No, not really. But what choice am I left with? I hate thinking the worst of someone. I'm always the one wanting to think the best, the one giving more chances than I should, the one having faith that the "real" them will eventually shine through... But I can't afford those delusions when it comes to my kid, even if those delusions are the reason my kid even exists in the first place.

Then yesterday my ex calls me AGAIN, begging for cash AGAIN. Like I'm some sort of millionaire. Like I have money to throw around now that I'm the one supporting my son full time. Sure, I have a job that pays pretty well. But a third of that check is taken out in taxes, and I've got debts of my own. I can afford to eat out a lot of the time, but thats only because I make myself afford it because I hate washing dishes so much. I eat out instead of buying myself new clothes (which I sorely need, btw), or buying new music, or buying movies (I buy maybe one a month, if that, instead of the 6 or 8 that I used to). Maybe the money I spend on eating out would be better spent hiring a maid to wash my dishes for me... I dunno. That's not the point really. The point is I live from check to check. I don't have extra money to just throw away on loans that won't ever be re-paid. And the sucky thing is that he didn't want to take no for an answer. He kept on with the "I'll pay you back in 3 weeks" and the "but it's only $350" and all. Hell, he still owes me $200 from a previous banking problem... Like I'm going to give him more...

And I've just been out of sorts anyway. Friday night I got a really horrible muscle spasm in my neck and left shoulder. One so bad that I had shooting pains down my arm. The BF ended up having to run out and get me a tube of Bengay just so I could try and get some sleep before going back to work on Monday.

Things have been stupid weird, and stupid weird always makes me feel uneasy. And feeling uneasy makes me stress out, which makes me over anxious, which makes me depressed... So I cry for no reason. Or I cry for a reason that I can't quite make myself verbalize. That happened Monday night... And the BF still hasn't learned quite how to handle me when I get like that, so it ended up in him getting pissed off at me, and me crying myself to sleep.

Sad thing is, all I really wanted was to feel good for 5 minutes... But I couldn't bring myself to say that. I couldn't bring myself to admit that I was feeling miserably bad, both physically and emotionally, despite the fact that I was sitting there crying while trying (to no avail) to massage the knots out of my own neck and the muscle cramps out of my legs (from sitting at my desk for 8 hours).

Of course, the BF has a really bad habit of trying to get me to talk while I'm in tears. He asks me "is there anything I can get you?" and "what's up?" and actually expects an answer. I mean really. I'm crying. Why don't you try to calm me down a bit before asking me questions I don't know how to answer. Why not just hug me, and hold me, and stroke my hair, and wait for me to stop sobbing first? And why doesn't he think of that on his own?

I shouldn't be surprised really. Most of the time I have to ask for hugs and kisses. Most of the time I have to ask for him to cuddle with me. And even then, I get half assed hugs, kisses, and cuddling in response. It's like now that we're living together, he's lost any interest in being passionate with me. Not that I'm saying we don't have "adult time" -- we do. But I'm always the one to initiate it, and it always takes a TON of work to get him to realize what I want (at least, thats what it seems like. Maybe he's just playing dumb?). And then, just like the hugs and kisses, his side of things are half assed. It's like he's not even really trying. I know he's not trying. Cuz when he does try, the whole world disappears, and all I can do is --feel--... *sigh*

Wow, now I'm really rambling huh. I guess I'm more ... I dunno... What's the right word for what I am right now? Frustrated? Confused? Lost? Befuddled? Confruddost?

Anyway, I'm more of whatever I am than I thought I was, and I just threw it all up into your laps now didn't I. *sigh*

I need a break.