Hey! Teacha! Leave them kids alone!
Well, it's Thursday, and I've been sick since last Friday.
Today I feel the worst, which hopefully means I can get back to school tomorrow.
I attempted an appearence yesterday, and only made it as far as half of my first period band class. I left and went to all my other classes (well, english and health, god knows we don't do anything in gve), got my homework assignments, and went home. Then I went to the doctor, got a perscription, found out I have bronchitis and a sinus infection... stopped and got popsicles on the way home, and took my meds and went to bed. Then that night I found out one of the perscriptions, a decongestant, has caffiene in it, and also makes everything drain, so my nose was clear, but I was coughing all night and I couldn't sleep at all.
So, that was my wonderful day.
I have to meet my dad at the courthouse today so we can pay off my ticket since we haven't gotten it paid off yet. He took it pretty well, considering I guess my sister got one when she was about my age too. He was like, "I hope this is a wakeup call for you that you can't speed."
Yeah right, I can't speed on State. I just take Reed home now. Bahaha.
But he even gave me my money back, which is wonderful.
My sister's birthday is tomorrow... I need to get her something.
Chris sent my xmas present already....
It's old news I'm sending him my NES, one of my most coveted possessions (next to my atari that is), but he'd probably use it more than me anyway. In other words, he better use it more than I do or I'm coming to NF and kicking his cute little butt. And then we'd do it probably.
So, I've recently become addicted to the sims. The original with a couple expansion packs. I've made three different families, and in all three, chaos has ensued.
Let me try to remember all of what happened.
The Rockafellers
Absolutley nothing happened here. I bought them a house, realized it was two story, figured that's too much for me, and quit. The man was a black businessman in a suit; the woman looked like Xena. I do not remember their names. Well, I think the girl was Anita.
The Rockenstiens
Simon and Margrat. My first real family. When I made them, I had the highest dreams ad aspirations. I decorated their house complete with vibrating love bed. Things were lovely. They get inside the house, they talk. They hate each other. Then Simon goes off to make food I guess, and Margrat goes off to look around. She hates all the art I've put around the house. She sits on the couch. I tell her to read about cooking. She is to depressed. I tell her to play piano. She is too depressed. I am about to tell her to play computer games, when this DOOM music starts playing. I find Simon. He has somehow managed to set the dishwasher on fire. Let me repeat that in case you didn't understand it the first time. He set the dishwasher on fire. There is no mistake about this. The items in the kitchen went stove, sink, trash compactor, counter, counter, dishwasher. He was I guess cutting the food on the dishwasher, and he did so poor of a job, the uncooked meal spontaneously burst into flames. Oh oh, but it gets better. After screaming a lot, he managed to collect himself enough to scream over the phone to the fire department. They came, and put out the flames, leaving a whole bunch of piles of dust as their kitchen. So I bought them a housecleaning robot to clean all that up, and they both became too depressed to do anything but sit on the couch. So then, awhile later I managed to get their little needs bars up into the green, and I was proud. Except they both wanted more social happenings. So they both changed into 'high fashion,' and Margrat picked up the phone and invited some people over for a party. Simon grilled hamburgers, and I bought a campfire and an oxygen bar and a tiki-themed minibar, and some fireworks and some balloons. The grand showing of sim partiers: a weird man with a mustache who kept standing in their bathroom going, "?", two old ladies, and a mime. Yes yes, you heard correctly. Margrat went and talked to the man in the bathroom, and then Margrat left and ther man followed her around. The two old ladies ate all the burgers and sqwaked at Simon and then went to the oxygen bar. The man with the mustache went to the campfire and just sat there beside it for awhile. The mime sood inside entertaining the sound system playing a latin song, on the lightup dance floor, by doing that box trick thing. Margrat went inside and danced next to the mime. Less than a few minutes later, the party was so boring, everyone left, even the mime, except one of the old ladies. She just sat at the oxygen bar and sqwaked at a little cat that kept walking by. Simon and Margrat went inside. And then they wouldn't sleep in the same bed, because Simon turned on the vibration and got naked and jumped in and Margrat ran away but was so tired she fell asleep standing up a few steps away. So I paused the game and added a whole new bedroom for her. And then I left that family alone.
The Rockalockas
Well, I got bored, so I got online and went sim skins crazy. I went and downloaded a bunch of punx n gof skins for the sims, and then went in and played. This particular couple, Ramona and Xander, we as hardcore as you could get. Ramona bore a striking similatiry to Gwen Stefani when she had her electric blue pigtails. She wore a rosie the riviter jumpsuit. Xander was your average goth pretty boy, who wore a shirt that said "(picture of screw) u" on it, and bondage pants. They were ready for anything. Well, rosebud is certainly my friend. So after getting about 150k simoleons, I spent an hour, an hour, decorating their house and adding onto their property and stuff. I mean this place was hardcore awesome. The best part I think is decorating. So, they get inside, and these sims adore each other. Like they all wander through the house and then they kiss and they go somewhere else and they kiss. And I was just sitting there kind of perplexed when Xamder asked of they could have a baby. Well well, I thought, this should be interesting. Long story short, it wasn't. A baby appeared in their living room, which I lovingly named Brako. It cried and cried and cried and I was angry, so I put the crib in the bedroom and had Ramona tend to it while Xander went off and did god knows what. A minute or so later, I heard that DOOM music again. Well, the good news is, this time they actually set fire to the stove. Xander called the fire department, and then tried to extingush the flames, to no avail. He backed himself into a corner. The fire fighter arrived. He sprayed out some of the flames. Then Xander caught. Those polyester pants and all that hair gel... poor bastard didn't have a chance. He burned alive. So Ramona was in there screaming, the fire was roaring, the firefighter's hose was spraying, the baby was crying, and the grim reaper was chanting some sort of incantation. So, eventually the flames went out, and it got quiet, and all that was left was an urn full of Xander's remains. So Ramona, being a grieving wife and single mother, went out into the backyard, and got into the hot tub. Wasn't upset, didn't go to the baby. Just.. got in the hot tub. So I was done with them too.
So, that's about all for me. This update took a lot longer than I expected, so I'm going to go. Love and all that other junk.
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AFTER-POST WARNING
If you're going to read the comments, please take note that LYNDSIE DID NOT SLEEP WITH MR. GUITARD
although she would if she got the chance
Today I feel the worst, which hopefully means I can get back to school tomorrow.
I attempted an appearence yesterday, and only made it as far as half of my first period band class. I left and went to all my other classes (well, english and health, god knows we don't do anything in gve), got my homework assignments, and went home. Then I went to the doctor, got a perscription, found out I have bronchitis and a sinus infection... stopped and got popsicles on the way home, and took my meds and went to bed. Then that night I found out one of the perscriptions, a decongestant, has caffiene in it, and also makes everything drain, so my nose was clear, but I was coughing all night and I couldn't sleep at all.
So, that was my wonderful day.
I have to meet my dad at the courthouse today so we can pay off my ticket since we haven't gotten it paid off yet. He took it pretty well, considering I guess my sister got one when she was about my age too. He was like, "I hope this is a wakeup call for you that you can't speed."
Yeah right, I can't speed on State. I just take Reed home now. Bahaha.
But he even gave me my money back, which is wonderful.
My sister's birthday is tomorrow... I need to get her something.
Chris sent my xmas present already....
It's old news I'm sending him my NES, one of my most coveted possessions (next to my atari that is), but he'd probably use it more than me anyway. In other words, he better use it more than I do or I'm coming to NF and kicking his cute little butt. And then we'd do it probably.
So, I've recently become addicted to the sims. The original with a couple expansion packs. I've made three different families, and in all three, chaos has ensued.
Let me try to remember all of what happened.
The Rockafellers
Absolutley nothing happened here. I bought them a house, realized it was two story, figured that's too much for me, and quit. The man was a black businessman in a suit; the woman looked like Xena. I do not remember their names. Well, I think the girl was Anita.
The Rockenstiens
Simon and Margrat. My first real family. When I made them, I had the highest dreams ad aspirations. I decorated their house complete with vibrating love bed. Things were lovely. They get inside the house, they talk. They hate each other. Then Simon goes off to make food I guess, and Margrat goes off to look around. She hates all the art I've put around the house. She sits on the couch. I tell her to read about cooking. She is to depressed. I tell her to play piano. She is too depressed. I am about to tell her to play computer games, when this DOOM music starts playing. I find Simon. He has somehow managed to set the dishwasher on fire. Let me repeat that in case you didn't understand it the first time. He set the dishwasher on fire. There is no mistake about this. The items in the kitchen went stove, sink, trash compactor, counter, counter, dishwasher. He was I guess cutting the food on the dishwasher, and he did so poor of a job, the uncooked meal spontaneously burst into flames. Oh oh, but it gets better. After screaming a lot, he managed to collect himself enough to scream over the phone to the fire department. They came, and put out the flames, leaving a whole bunch of piles of dust as their kitchen. So I bought them a housecleaning robot to clean all that up, and they both became too depressed to do anything but sit on the couch. So then, awhile later I managed to get their little needs bars up into the green, and I was proud. Except they both wanted more social happenings. So they both changed into 'high fashion,' and Margrat picked up the phone and invited some people over for a party. Simon grilled hamburgers, and I bought a campfire and an oxygen bar and a tiki-themed minibar, and some fireworks and some balloons. The grand showing of sim partiers: a weird man with a mustache who kept standing in their bathroom going, "?", two old ladies, and a mime. Yes yes, you heard correctly. Margrat went and talked to the man in the bathroom, and then Margrat left and ther man followed her around. The two old ladies ate all the burgers and sqwaked at Simon and then went to the oxygen bar. The man with the mustache went to the campfire and just sat there beside it for awhile. The mime sood inside entertaining the sound system playing a latin song, on the lightup dance floor, by doing that box trick thing. Margrat went inside and danced next to the mime. Less than a few minutes later, the party was so boring, everyone left, even the mime, except one of the old ladies. She just sat at the oxygen bar and sqwaked at a little cat that kept walking by. Simon and Margrat went inside. And then they wouldn't sleep in the same bed, because Simon turned on the vibration and got naked and jumped in and Margrat ran away but was so tired she fell asleep standing up a few steps away. So I paused the game and added a whole new bedroom for her. And then I left that family alone.
The Rockalockas
Well, I got bored, so I got online and went sim skins crazy. I went and downloaded a bunch of punx n gof skins for the sims, and then went in and played. This particular couple, Ramona and Xander, we as hardcore as you could get. Ramona bore a striking similatiry to Gwen Stefani when she had her electric blue pigtails. She wore a rosie the riviter jumpsuit. Xander was your average goth pretty boy, who wore a shirt that said "(picture of screw) u" on it, and bondage pants. They were ready for anything. Well, rosebud is certainly my friend. So after getting about 150k simoleons, I spent an hour, an hour, decorating their house and adding onto their property and stuff. I mean this place was hardcore awesome. The best part I think is decorating. So, they get inside, and these sims adore each other. Like they all wander through the house and then they kiss and they go somewhere else and they kiss. And I was just sitting there kind of perplexed when Xamder asked of they could have a baby. Well well, I thought, this should be interesting. Long story short, it wasn't. A baby appeared in their living room, which I lovingly named Brako. It cried and cried and cried and I was angry, so I put the crib in the bedroom and had Ramona tend to it while Xander went off and did god knows what. A minute or so later, I heard that DOOM music again. Well, the good news is, this time they actually set fire to the stove. Xander called the fire department, and then tried to extingush the flames, to no avail. He backed himself into a corner. The fire fighter arrived. He sprayed out some of the flames. Then Xander caught. Those polyester pants and all that hair gel... poor bastard didn't have a chance. He burned alive. So Ramona was in there screaming, the fire was roaring, the firefighter's hose was spraying, the baby was crying, and the grim reaper was chanting some sort of incantation. So, eventually the flames went out, and it got quiet, and all that was left was an urn full of Xander's remains. So Ramona, being a grieving wife and single mother, went out into the backyard, and got into the hot tub. Wasn't upset, didn't go to the baby. Just.. got in the hot tub. So I was done with them too.
So, that's about all for me. This update took a lot longer than I expected, so I'm going to go. Love and all that other junk.
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AFTER-POST WARNING
If you're going to read the comments, please take note that LYNDSIE DID NOT SLEEP WITH MR. GUITARD
although she would if she got the chance