When DDR is hungry I feed it money.
So there's this guy named Jeff who goes to Southland Mall. He's Asian, wears a blue uniform, and looks to be in his late twenties. He waits for me and whomever I'm playing with to finish our game of DDR (today I played against a high school girl, a middle school boy, and a boy who was apparently special ed; he played Difficult mode and failed. I put him on Light mode and he failed. I set him on so many handicaps to make sure he wouldn't fail, and somehow he still managed to fail, as in, he did not hit a SINGLE ARROW. EVER). After my game with the middle school boy, this guy Jeff steps up to the plate. I saw him yesterday as well.
I am telling you about Jeff simply because JEFF OWNS. He's been playing for six years to my one week, and he goes there every day, and he tells me to avoid the center and play on 1.3x. Therefore, I have named him Coach.
Aside from another three-hours of mind warping techno music which is sure to have me dreaming of colorful upward-bound arrows in my sleep, it has come to my attention that not only is blogging just a journal stripped of its privacy, it is also time-consuming, and very seldom do I have interesting things to talk about. Therefore I feel like I need to explain to the world my need to blog things.
Aubrie's reasons why she blogs like a maniac (Condensed)
1. I am a geek and think typing is fun.
2. It gives me reasons to come up with extensive lists explaining my annoying habits, which only bugs friends and family even more.
3. I have revelations and use blogging as a virtual soapbox.
4. Everything I say is golden and needs to be chronicled online for all to access.
5. My ironic coincidences also need to be recorded, ie. the Hunter's Point incident.
6. Someday, all this will make a kickass novel.
7. It turns out to be good poetry material.
8. One could actually make friends with blogs. No, really.
9. It's lightweight journalism practice.
10. Because I can.
And now we'll move on to the Frequently Asked Questions.
Q: Don't you have anything better to do?
A: I have my first political science exam tomorrow at 11:00 am and I have barely studied. Yes, I have plenty better to do. But that doesn't mean I'm going to do it.
Q: How is going to the mall and playing DDR going to make for an interesting novel?
A: If Mary Wollstonecraft can write the most angstful and badly-constructed novel of all time (Frankenstein), I can write about a 16-year-old (genius) in a love triangle between a 23-year-old with a fear of timeliness an 18-year-old with a fear of being anything other than perfect. (Sounds like a bestseller to me!)
Q: Who cares?
A: Your mom.
Q: How many people read your blog?
A: Not many at all. Passersby, mainly. People who Googled somebody's name who I happened to mention, usually. I had a blog once over on Xanga.com which got fairly popular within a couple of years, after I'd gotten out of my preteen "who am I?" stage where all I did was complain and post my Quizilla results.
Q: Why would I WANT to read your blog?
A: Good question.
Oh, and in case nobody's noticed yet, you are all my characters. Each and every one of you. And there's nothing you can do about it.