I am soooo getting one of these
When I get back to Bryan after Christmas, I am so going to get myself a guitar and Guitar Hero for PS2. I convinced my mother to buy my brother an XBox 360 and 2 guitars and Guitar Hero II for Christmas, and that is the COOLEST game ever (thanks Chris for introducing me to its awesomeness).
We have decided though that I have the advantage in the game. Where I have improved greatly very quickly, my brother (with only a little less playtime than me, and all of his was soberish) is still stumbling along (although probably not for much longer). The reason? Because I played piano. My left hand is well-trained to act without looking and to play many notes at once. I’ve always been a terrible sight-reader, but when the notes are just colors and my right hand isn’t going anywhere - man, I am ROCKING at this game.
I may be missing for a while, but at least you know where to find me. In front of the TV. Guitar in hand. Now if only we could coordinate the Star Power.
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I just want to make the comment that I love how some people really introduce me to some great music. I’m always open to suggestions of course, that is if it fits within my narrow confines of what I consider “music”, but I love it when I get a winner. Now if only I had a way to burn this stuff onto a CD for my car. I have to run some errands for my mom today because she’s sick and I think parental induced slavery needs some good loud music. Folk just isn’t cutting it for me this week.
Oh yes, and we found out that Beau is afraid of women in yellow skirts fishing. Just those, and no other kind of fishing human, despite my explanation to him that she was hunting fish, not puppies.
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I was watching an episode of Scrubs the other day and I came to a sudden realization. In that sitcom I had previously most often identified with J.D., mostly because we’re both kind of dorky nerdy people who don’t realize it, we’re both kind of clueless about how much we affect the people around us, and despite both of our longings to be different, we can’t help but be ourselves and be happy that way. But in this episode I saw the other day, I identified more with Elliot. She recently acquired a new boyfriend, some guy who brought in an elderly woman neighbor who fell, and he stayed to make sure her wishes were carried out by her family. But the premise of Elliot’s relationship with him versus all her previous ones was that he got her craziness - he understood her insecurities, he accepted her faults, and even if he thought she was being silly, he didn’t admit to it, he helped her with her qualms. I may be romanticizing the episode a bit since it has been a few days since I saw it, but when I saw that I suddenly realized that I can identify with that feeling, that feeling of wanting someone to get your craziness.
I’m a complete ball of psychoses, a mess for the most part, but I like being who I am. And I look at my dog, who is my constant companion, one I have yet to get tired of. He doesn’t get my crazies, he can’t after all, but I get his. I understand his neuroses because I know his background. I am patient with him when he gets nervous and flighty and twitchy, and I don’t ask him to do anything he’s not ready for. People don’t understand why he doesn’t like people, they think there is something “wrong” with him - but I don’t care if he doesn’t love anyone but me. I don’t care if he’s not brave or strong or friendly. I love him for who he is and the happiness he brings me, the quiet look of understanding when I’m stressed out and the infinite patience when he wants a walk but instead I’m sitting here on the floor with him typing in this blog.
Maybe one day someone will get my crazies too.
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