music: “Polonaise No. 5, Op. 44 in F sharp minor,” Maurizio Pollini
Okay, I’m addicted. This is the sadness that I call my life. I was bored last night, so I went over to JamesOr’s and he loaned me “The Sims.” Now, I normally do not play computer games. I think of them as Beelzebub, cursing them and all who play them. But this game has me hooked! Really, it’s so sad.
It’s just that I love making the little people clean up after themselves so much, and oh they hate it so! David said that the only reason I love it is because it makes me feel like God, and for that reason it was invented specifically for me. I wanted to smack his head. But he lives in Italy now so that was somewhat difficult.
I’ve had a headache all day. I think it’s because I can’t remove myself from that glorious game. I just can’t help it! My brother complains that it’s a boring game, but I am addicted. Engrossed. Obsessed. Enthralled. Thanks to the glories of my thesaurus, I could go on for quite some time.
But I’ll spare you.
Today I discovered that if you take Cool Whip Lite (15 calories per serving, tastes like ice cream) and douse it with Diet Coke (0 Calories per serving, tastes disgusting) then you have a 15-calorie black cow. The following conversation ensued:
Marjorie: Look, I’m drinking a black cow!
Mom: Um, don’t you mean a brown cow?
Marjorie: I don’t know, do I? Yes, maybe I do.
Mom: No wait, a brown cow is chocolate.
Marjorie: No, they’re both vanilla.
Mom: No, I’ve never heard of a black cow but a brown cow is ice cream with chocolate.
Marjorie: No, a brown cow is a root beer float.
Mom: Then what’s a black cow?
Marjorie: A coke float.
Mom: Well, I’m pretty sure a brown cow is chocolate on vanilla ice cream.
Marjorie: Then what’s a root beer float?
Mom: A root beer float!!
/sigh. But the point is that I’ve discovered a semi-edible dessert for only fifteen calories. Yay me! I should write one of those best-selling weight loss books, become a millionaire, and then laugh at all the people who don’t lose weight on my plan. Because that’s what everyone else who writes those dumb weight-loss books does. “Lose Weight Now! Eat Only Grapefruits Until You Die!” Or, “Dr. Fabulous’s 347 Tips and Tricks to Easy Weight Loss. Buy Now And Receive A Free Banana Split To Celebrate Your Lost Poundage!”
Ahem.
Going to Cesar’s tomorrow to watch the Spurs game. We’re up by one. Jennifer might go, she said she definitely could if the Spurs sweep in four, but since they haven’t, she may end up actually going to the game. Depends on if it’s here or in L.A. Silly polluted cities.
Well I have to get back to packing. I got a letter in the mail today that said I was guaranteed a room for next academic year, since I applied for housing so early. *dances* I’m so cool!