So me and Diana bought a tv. our old one was a tube tv, it was kinda small, it only had one set of inputs… etc, etc. We wanted to get one with our wedding money, but seeing as we had to get some other stuff, we waited! and now we have it. And I have a few realizations.
First: Mario looks HUGE. It is almost harder to play, just because you need to use your peripheral vision to detect obstacles! This is the coolest. I’ve always wanted to play video games on a big TV in my OWN HOUSE. In my old apartment, we had an old big screen that weighed more than my car, but it wasn’t high definition and it’s bulb was nearly burned out, so this is quite a different story.
Second: I cannot believe the amount of guilt I have for buying this TV. I don’t know where it is coming from… I don’t know why it is here. Is it commercialism? Is it finding happiness in possessions? Is it just sorta lazy to have a nice TV instead of buying an exercise machine? I don’t think it’s any of those things… is it a legitimate guilt, or is it me just not being used to spending money on something that isn’t necessary? yikes. in any case, CNN seems to think it’s alright.
so i was watching some youtube videos on the fonz. Don’t get me wrong, they are hilarious. That being said, a couple thoughts crossed my mind. One, who would ever think the fonz looked tough? He didn’t look tough at all. He looked kinda scrawny. Two, actually i only had the one thought. I’ll probably post another one later today, cause i forgot to post this one yesterday! fail.
I once drank a whole glass of orange pop… about half way through drinking it, I put it down for a second, and when I went to pick it up, I couldn’t find it. I could only find a half-drunken glass of coke. So anyways, long story short, it turns out I wasn’t drinking orange pop, I was drinking coke the whole time. The last two stories make me look a little crazy i think? ah well.
Read the comic first! The story wrecks it.
Yesterday, me and Diana went to the beach. She was in a swimming mood, I was in a sit on the beach and bake type of mood. I always take my car key off of my key chain and bring just the key along, so i can tie it into my bathing suit or whatever. I don’t want people stealin’ it! Anyways, so i’m sitting there, thinking about skipping rocks… and I have the key in my hand, and a hyundai key feels very much like a smooth stone.. and so I stood up, not even thinking, about ready to skip my key across the lake, and I was about to throw it when I realized what it was, and what I was doing, and how hard that would of been to explain. I’m kind of an idiot, i guess? I mean, who almost skips their keys across the lake?