I just want to throw out there that I am personally insulted by the commercial for Wrong Turn. It’s so cheesy, that it just bothers me how little effort was put into it. It may be the writing for the whole movie, and it bothers me that some guy is getting paid to crank out to most unoriginal shit in the world. “They’re COMING!!!” “We’re gonna die!!” “I’m right here, COME GET ME!!!” First off, that is taken DIRECTLY from Jennifer Love Hewitt’s I Know What You Did Last Summer. “WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR??!!” Ugh, it’s just…dumb. And sure, it’s probably scary, but does it take much? I mean, that kind of scary is not actually interesting, it’s just a collection of cheap shots. Granted, I haven’t seen the movie, and I probably won’t unless I’m bored with a friend one night, and we decide to do something stupid together.

Anyway, I own the Sims now. I finally joined the Sims world, and I’m a proud owner of a Sim’s family. It’s seriously strange phenomenon, this game. I mean, it’s not fun, like “Hey, I’m having fun,” but you can’t stop playing it. I’ve lost SERIOUS sleep over this because I can’t stop building additions on the house, decorating the walls, making them dance around and go swimming. I’m hooked. I got two of my characters to get married, so that’s pretty exciting. (wow, I’m lame). I don’t know, I just really enjoy it, but I don’t think I could ever love a game more than Super Mario Brother II. I miss that thing. My Nintendo broke my junior year of college when my roommate tripped over the chord, and I haven’t played the game in years. I miss it. I always pick Luigi, even though his legs go everywhere when he jumps. The princess jumps for a long time, but is super slow at picking things up. The little toadstool guy picks up, but can’t jump for long. Mario…I don’t know, he’s just a mediocre version of Luigi. Once you figure out the leg thing, you’re fine. Man, the first time I won that game, throwing the veggies into the big frog guy. That was actually easier than most of the stuff you have to do before it. Anyway, you find out that it’s all a dream Mario had, and I found that to be horribly disappointing. I think it’s mean. Like the finale of Newhart (not that I watched it). If it’s all a dream, it almost means that I haven’t been playing the game. That all those hours I put into winning it, it was like I didn’t do it – it was a dream. It’s stupid, but that’s how I felt. Anyway, the music on that game was so great, and I am proud to say I know a guy who can play it all on command. Sean. It’s very fun.
I’m feeling a bit strange today. I can’t remember my dream from last night, but I think I enjoyed it, and that is rare. I dream every night of my life, but they are usually not nice. They’re not nightmares, but they’re stressful, or boring, or too complicated. I know that dreams are for sorting out subconscious activity, but why can’t I get a nice, fun dream? I mean, I feel that if I could have a simple, pleasant dream, I would feel better about a lot of things in general, and then I could work out my problems with a refreshed mind. Don’t you think you’d be SO refreshed if you had a night of warm, happy dreams? Wouldn’t that just change your whole day? There was a time my freshman year in college where I had great dreams all the time. I took these naps that were only 20 minutes long, but they felt like hours and hours, and I had vivid, wonderful dreams. It was just one week when that happened, but what I nice week. Imagine getting excited to go to bed because you would go on some beautiful, fulfilling adventure?
I’m disturbed by how much joy I get from a new highlighter. I just love them. I don’t know if I person is supposed to think that highlighting is cathartic, but I do.

God, I HATE automated messages. GIVE ME A HUMAN BEING!
Ugh, I’m tired now. My coffee high is really winding down. You should have seen me this morning. I was jumping all around my desk. I’m seriously winding down…

So, I’m not trying to think about how weather.com is predicting thunderstorms in Boston JUST for Friday thru Sunday, which are only the three real money-making days in my week. I really am going to try to not concentrate on that fact.

I’ve been reading CNN.com because I’M ON HOLD AND I DON’T CARE, I HAVE TO READ SOMETHING WHILE I WAIT HERE, and I saw the funniest article. You know how in Bruce Almighty, Bruce is paged by God a few times with a number that does not begin with 555 (which I did think was strange when I saw it because there is a reason why they usually use 555)? Well, apparently, people all over the country have been bombarded with calls since that movie came out. Some woman wants to sue for getting 20 calls an hour on her cell phone, which I think is a good idea. I mean, I think it’s lame to sue sometimes, but I think it’s a good case because she has to pay for all those minutes. Anyway, the number also calls some Southern church where the reverend’s name there IS BRUCE!! That’s just great. This guy is all pissed off about how this movie makes a mockery of God and religion and blah, blah, blah. I hate when people think God doesn’t have a sense of humor. The article also says that some people who receive calls get messages from seriously desperate callers looking to talk to God. Stuff about repenting for this and that. Now, this is something to talk about. Stupid people. Don’t they just AMAZE you? You have to wonder how they even exist. Why nature hasn’t weeded them out by now because I have to say, I’m shocked that people can go through their whole lives being just DUMB. HOW can you honestly believe while you are watching a Jim Carrey comedy that when you dial that number, you may actually reach God. FIRST of all, if you’re going to believe the movie, you would then know that the number is supposed to go to a voice message telling you where to go to meet God. It was never God’s phone number. So, you’re dumb on two accounts now.

I haven’t told you about my pets and plants recently because I know you’re wondering. Well, I have a plant at work who is named Dismal. It’s not what you think. The plant is very happy, but he LOVES to be where it is dismal. On the weekends, I used to put him near the window, because he usually sits at my desk which is several rows away from the window, getting NO natural light, but when I come back, he’s all drooped over, miserable. Then, I kept him at my desk, not moving it, not watering it every week, and he’s the happiest I’ve ever seen him. I feel like I should water him again, but he really seems to want to be dry and dark…and dismal.

Jack and Tyson are NOT doing well, however. They are depressed. They don’t eat as much as they used to.

Wait, there is another article I would like to discuss here. It says here that these parents are suing a fraternity for the death of their son. They blame the frat for encouraging their son to drink which consequently led to their son’s dying from falling off a porch. Apparently, they were playing Century Club. Okay, I first need to say that it is a tragedy that this guy died, and I understand his parents being...an emotion I hope to never understand from personal experience, and they need something to focus on other than their loss...need something or someone to blame. I don't mean to disrespect this situation, but I would like to talk about it conceptually for a minute. I don't agree with what they are doing. I do think that Greek systems "force" kids to do things that are horrible for you, that it's a peer pressure thing, and it's very dangerous, but kids going into college and going through this experience are legal adults. They should be able to make up their own minds, and if they are in a dangerous situation, I believe they put THEMSELVES there. This boy was NOT forced to join the Century Club. We don't even know whether or not it was his idea, or if he talked other people into playing when they didn't want to. Also, though I could never join because I can't handle that much beer, I have witnessed many a Century Clubs, and I've even seen some girls get in - granted, after throwing up repeatedly, but they got in. I'm sure this kid had more to drink than just these shots of beer (which do add up to a LOT of beer). Either way, how is it the fraternity's fault this kid got bombed? I mean, how can you pinpoint them? Why not call whoever thought up the idea to play a murderer? Why not sue the school for having the fraternity to play the game? Why not sue the contractor who built the porch that the kid fell off of? I mean, they are aiming their energy in the wrong place. If these frat guys POURED the alcohol down his throat and no one stopped them, then yes, blame the fraternity, but when a college guy is getting fucked up and he falls? It's a combination of two things only - an accident of falling, and his fault for drinking more than he KNEW he should. You KNOW when you're drinking too much. We all fucking know. I've done the power hour, and when it gets too much, I stop. People have died from drinking too much and getting into accidents - you can't just sue everyone around them when it happens. Yes, I know that the peer pressure factor is big. Yeah, I know that when getting into a group, succeeding somehow or showing your worth comes into play, you are driven to take things farther than they should go. I mean, should Ellen get frost bite, PERMINANT skim damage, because she wanted to win us the bike? No, but we were put in a position where you would hurt yourself to succeed. I was told that we could sue BMP for putting us in a position to get frostbite. Well, guess whose decision it was to keep sitting? Our own. There are no excuses. You lose, you lose. If you don't get into the frat, then you're STILL ALIVE and NOT with people who make you feel like you have to do things you don't want to do. I have something else to say about it which I hesitate to do because I know it's NOT the parents' fault, but some psychologists MAY suggest that the parents are the ones who should have TAUGHT their child that he NEVER needs to put himself in a position that he KNOWS is stupid to be in.

My point, you can blame everybody in the whole fucking world. It won't get you anywhere, and it won't change the way things are. His parents are trying to just inflict more pain than there needs to be. These boys in the frat are probably traumatized, and now these parents want them to literally PAY for this tragedy on top of it? I think it's wrong.

Okay, I'm going to go be lazy now.