Aaaaahhhh! We have one (1) day to finish everything before we leave for Taiwan and I'm freaking out! The house (my in-laws') looks like a tornado hit [Note to in-laws: everything is fine! Enjoy Europe!], we cleaned the Bonneville out and now there a ton more crap to box up--I feel like we're moving again, we have to re-pack some of our suitcases because we just got to the point where we threw whatever in so we could move out of our apartment, we still have bills to pay and services to cancel and AAAAAAAHHHHHHH! Paul also wants to go to a movie tomorrow morning. I think he is stark raving mad. Oh, and I took the GRE. I think I will have to retake it, but I won't know for sure until the third week of July when my in-laws open the letter and tell me. Talk about upping the ante. [Note to in-laws: Nothing personal, I just like to keep my more-public humiliations to a minimum.]
In attempt to alleviate my stress, I turned to the Sims2, which I have recently purchased along with many add-on discs. As it turned out, my Sims' fondest desire in the (virtual) world was to have a child. I figured, what the heck? It gives oodles of points (points=good). Unfortunately, actually caring for an infant drove both of my Sims to the brink of insanity and suicide. Even after hiring a maid and a nanny, my Sims were still whacked out because they didn't have enough time to eat, sleep, or shower, let alone socialize. [Insert your own joke about life with babies here.] In desparation, I handed my laptop to Paul to see if he could save my Sims. (He did. Turns out parent Sims get their fun and social interaction from playing with the baby instead of leaving it on the kitchen floor. Oops.) Mainly, I was depressed that even my destressing activity was stressful. How sad is that?
6 comments:
hahahahahahaha! you forgot all the OTHER stuff you did to your poor Sims like burning down they're house.
btw stress is spelled with a "r".
Ha ha! I may have misspelled "stress," (under heavy stress you'll note) but that least my knowledge of English grammar remained intact, little Miss I-can't-tell-the-difference-between-contractions-and-possessives. I also still managed to capitalize the first letter in each sentence. People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones (unless they're [note the correct usage] trapped, in which case they should).
Yes Jen. However, you happen to be the 23 year old college grad and I am the lowly highschooler. I can make mistakes. You however, may not.
IN YOUR FACE!!!!!!
I find your aggressive attitude odd and puzzling. I decline to continue this conversation.
I note that you did this in a way to make me look bad. I must admit, I am impressed.
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