I figured I’d spend some time to get a AAA rating on some light songs, since my feet hurt too much to play standard or heavy for a few days. I managed to get five AAA’s yesterday. The last one took over an hour and drove me nuts, forcing me to play it over and over again after continuously scoring 1 great. It doesn’t help that my pad’s right arrow is flickering, but oddly enough, the single great I kept getting was never in the same place, nor caused by the flickering arrow.
For this latest rant, I’d like to quote a letter forwarded to me by my former friend Becky, who apparently believes it’s fine to entice men into sinful thoughts. Please note that I have enhanced the letter somewhat to provide appropriate descriptions for certain key words.
Dear Becky:
I don’t really feel right about sending you this message but I felt it still needed to be aired. I have a boyfriend who attends one of your classes at Eden and I have learned that he has repeatedly been distracted by your appearance.
Becky forwarded me an amusing letter from someone dating a seminary student at Eden. I had a little fun with it. No harm, no foul, right Becky? ^_^
Jen applied for a job at a school in Mokena, IL. They called her this morning and she accepted with much excitement. I was the first person she called! Yay!
I’ve accumulated something like 600 songs for Stepmania, a computer version of DDR so I have a slightly more portable setup with many more songs than the PS2 version has.
Who would have thought I would get good enough at DDR to place in a DDR tournament? I certainly didn’t. Regardless of my own thoughts on the matter, my haphazard ambling was coordinated enough to garner 4th place. I watched the couple dozen other players, and from what I could tell, I should have placed 5th. One of the better players just had the misfortune to be pit against the 1st and 2nd place winners early in the tourney.
Fuck. My central air bit the big one a couple days ago, and I figured it would be a simple matter of calling the home warranty people and asking them to come out and fix it. I couldn’t have been more wrong if I’d spent five hours getting a Girl Scout high on crack, only to sell her into a seedy prostitution ring for a single delicious triscuit. I only wish I had access to a tasty cracker in turbulent times like these.