let's go shopping
We're only four hours in, and I believe we have a contender for the shittiest week of my life. It seems Alicia has returned to old boyfriend Neil. She has previously described him as being "cute, but dumb as a brick" and said that she knew another relationship with him "wouldn't last long." Isn't that interesting, kids? I was admittedly feeling pretty low when I was informed that she had found someone else, but that familiar sinking feeling was replaced with hysterical laughter the moment I read the name Neil. I'm not sure why I laughed so hard. Maybe it was just nice to forget how sad I was moments before. Maybe I just think it's funny that I waste so much time and feel so anguished over this pointless shit. I'm trying to stay a kid, but you just can't resist that pull.
So, after all of those good times, I kicked back and listened to some music while I browsed the internet. I just happened across the R5 Productions site (they're responsible for the booking of shows at Philadelphia's First Unitarian Church), and it seems that the final Atom & His Package show has sold out. FUCK. I know, I should've had my tickets already. FUCK. Since then I've been reading rave reviews of Atom's shows and making myself feel worse about the whole ordeal.
I'd just down that full bottle of Prozac I've been saving if it wasn't for F-Zero GX shipping tomorrow. Alas, this game looks too amazing.
Yesterday I marched into Gamestop with an armful of used games and some birthday money in my pocket. By the time I exited the store, I had pre-ordered $200 worth of video games. (Soul Calibur 2, F-Zero GX, Final Fantasy Tactics Advance, and Otogi: Myth of Demons.) If there's a void in your life, you have to fill it with something. Most people opt for sex or drugs or alcohol, but I've always been a fan of useless material shit. Who needs happiness when you can have designer dinnerware, celebrity endorsed jeans, and a jar of overpriced assorted jelly beans?
C'mon, there's 26 flavors.
So, after all of those good times, I kicked back and listened to some music while I browsed the internet. I just happened across the R5 Productions site (they're responsible for the booking of shows at Philadelphia's First Unitarian Church), and it seems that the final Atom & His Package show has sold out. FUCK. I know, I should've had my tickets already. FUCK. Since then I've been reading rave reviews of Atom's shows and making myself feel worse about the whole ordeal.
I'd just down that full bottle of Prozac I've been saving if it wasn't for F-Zero GX shipping tomorrow. Alas, this game looks too amazing.
Yesterday I marched into Gamestop with an armful of used games and some birthday money in my pocket. By the time I exited the store, I had pre-ordered $200 worth of video games. (Soul Calibur 2, F-Zero GX, Final Fantasy Tactics Advance, and Otogi: Myth of Demons.) If there's a void in your life, you have to fill it with something. Most people opt for sex or drugs or alcohol, but I've always been a fan of useless material shit. Who needs happiness when you can have designer dinnerware, celebrity endorsed jeans, and a jar of overpriced assorted jelly beans?
C'mon, there's 26 flavors.