My brain literally feels like scrambled eggs. And there is no reason why. I did nothing today that overally stimulated my brain. Unless you count trying to get the DVR to let me watch Real Housewives of Beverley Hills.
Maybe it's the lack of sleep. Or maybe it's the fact I hang out with a puppy all day and I think I am going to permentaly start speaking "puppy talk" to regular people. My voice goes up about 10 octaves around dogs/animals/anything with fur. It's annoying and I literally can't help it. As if Molly can understand me any better if my voice is high-pitched.
She's funny though. She'll go in the backyard and start throwing around a stick and then chase it. I don't need to do anything, she is completley self sufficient in the catch-game. And if I do feel the need to get the stick, she runs around me in circles, making me dizzy until I give her a treat. Also, if I stare at her long enough, she'll make this funny noise...like a groan and then yelp at me. Occassionally, she'll punch me in the face. She might win at the stick game, but I'm the reinging champion of staring contests.
In other news, I've been getting back into the Sims. I didn't play for almost a year, cause I broke the disc, but recently I've acquired a new disc...so back to that. My mom thinks its sad, because I've been playing some version of the Sims since I was 12. And even before that, before the Sims was even made, I would draw a family on MS Paint and pretend they were moving and would act out their lives. And when I say "act out their lives", I would just run the eraser madly around them, pretending it was some terrible...thing...and then go in and fill in the spaces with a different color..."scaring" them, if you will.
That's...kind of weird.
But yeah, so the Sims was a fresh of breath air to that MS Paint family. But now that I think about it, there is a lot of "God complexes" relating to the Sims. I mean, the controller (me) is acting as a type of God, controlling the peoples every day actions. And when God (me) gets bored with the family, the people might just end up taking a dip in the new backyard pool, only to find the ladder being taken out. And we all know, there is no way you can get out of a pool without the damn ladder.
Or you know...the delete key. But there is zero fun in that. Because we all want ghosts haunting the shit out of the next owners. Even though in reality, if there was clearly a very, very visible cemetary in your backyard, would you really move into that house? Like...if you looked out your window, and saw a huge tombstone, would you be comfortable sleeping? Unless you were a ghost hunter and jizzed with excitment at the thought, I'm guessing no.
Random thought of the night: If you have glass eyes, do you still blink? And I'm talking two glass eyes. Clearly if you had only one, you would still blink with both eyes, unless you felt like having the most perfect wink known to man kind.
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