Saturday, January 27, 2018

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      Bro told me a funny story yesterday; he had called for a cab, and when the taxi driver saw me standing outside he called me the scary Albino chick. It's the cutest thing anyone's ever called me! I'm going to make that my new username. Maybe get a special mug.

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

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      I can't believe I haven't written about this yet, but a few nights ago I had the weirdest dream. I was playing the controller, and all I could see of myself were my thumbs. The screen took up the rest of the view, but you couldn't see a screen; it was more like Super Mario and I were in the same room. Anyway, I'm running over bridges, and they fall away once I get to the other side. He's got the raccoon tail and I'm making him fly when I don't make him jump far enough, but there are a bunch of mushrooms all over the place, and when I land on the tops they shoot me off-screen.
      Here's the weird part. When I get to the boss, there are actually three of them. One of them is Santa Claus. I can't defeat them, but I blast my way through them and actually finish the level. And the next thing I know I'm me, in the real world, inside a school; running through hallway after hallway looking for a teacher named Mr. Solomon; meanwhile the Nintendo bosses are still chasing me.
      Oh, and here's another weird dream. I'm living at our house on Blueberry with Mom and Bro, except the western wall in the living room has been torn away and there's a giant audience sitting there. The cast of Friends is there, and Monica and Phoebe are acting like a couple. Anyway, we get a call that our "baby is ready for pickup", and Mom and Bro head out; next thing I know he's knocking on the door with an armful of laundry. Then we're walking through this experi-menting room, and people are testing out all kinds of equipment on themselves.
      Actually, not as weird as I remember. I've had weirder. Like jumping off the Ptarmigan 2 porch that has no rails and flying away; and then, the next night, standing on the same porch with rails, knowing I can fly but frustrated because the rail's in my way. Breathing underwater. Changing my appearance by just thinking about it, and then losing control of the ability and not being able to stop changing my appearance; kinda like Cassie in The Reaction, I guess.
      I think the weirdest dream is the one where I'm hiding in a closet with twelve newborns, watching these furry monsters invade the house. That was weird. Or the one where I'm in a glass elevator with my husband (I don't even actually have a boyfriend yet), shooting out one baby after another, and this elevator isn't even in a building. It's outside, everyone can see me (eesh!), and it doesn't even go anywhere. It just...keeps going.
      I think if I stopped dreaming, I'd have a better chance of feeling rested in the morning.

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

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      Lately I've been getting 20 minutes to 2 hours of sleep each night. Naturally, my attention span is destroyed during the day and I take naps. I heard you can only go as far as 14 days without getting any sleep at all, and then death. I'm wondering how I've made it this far, but I'll do whatever it takes to at least make it to see all the good movies coming out.
      Anyway, my last nap was actually pleasant. I've had three naps today and the first two were okay, as far as dreams are con-cerned...Except they only gave me three hours of extra sleep com-bined, and I was woken up by thumping and banging. Apparently I'd built this strange home in Sims 3, with a tall tower in the middle of a platform with stairs going up to the ground. And then I had to fence off the stairs because there were two zombies and a burglar on my lot.
      My third dream was....pretty cool, actually. Shame it ended so soon. I was playing Sims 3 again, using the lifetime happiness cheat. (Fun fact; in real life, I used it to get to 2 million.) Except, somewhere along the line, it got mixed up with Avakin Life, and I was using the cheat to get limitless coins. I went crazy buying stuff. And then, naturally, I woke up and was disappointed. Ughh...Coins are so hard to come by in this game. Unless you have real money you can blow on it. Which I don't, sadly.
      It was a good pick-me-up, because in my dream I'd read an article that Helen Mirren had died. Just sucks, how expensive everything is in this game. Oh, sure, they finally added that waitress job, so you're not getting 250 coins every 5 months, but a simple name change costs 5,000 coins. A car, which has zero function, costs up to 199,999. For my goal I need 2,696. Sometimes people don't order. Or they do, and then leave before you can bring them their item. You can earn as little as 3 coins per job. My highest has been 30. Sometimes you meet generous people who order all damn day; I finally got up to 567 coins. Near my goal? Not at all.
      I'd say it's not worth it, if I had something else going on. I'm busting my ass trying to write books, and no one cares. I'm trying to be excited about how far I've gotten, but I'm not even sure if they're half-decent.
      Long story short, this affordability problem is exactly why I planned a game where everything is free until you click Save. It's an awesome game. It's so modern and smooth. The character's wrists wouldn't cave in like the Sims' wrists do. You could grab the character's hair and move it around to make it curl however you want. All name changes free forever. I just want a game where you can use your imagination without worrying about fake finances! Where do all these fake coins go, anyway? I'm not putting real money into it, so how does it benefit the company? Is it like a Bitcoin deal?
      There's this feature called a Build Machine. If the item has a blue box in the top right corner, you can use the Build Machine to slowly lower its price until the item is free. Very handy; I garbed my girl for Halloween and Christmas at zero cost. But you have to wait as long as a month to get a dress. And if your game is like mine, one day the dress will disappear, never to be found again even though there is no delete button. You can't sell anything you own; which sucks, because I know I won't reach my goal. Well. Maybe by next year. How sad is that? I remember a time when I completed my New Year's Resolution on the first day of January. Bought this computer. Now it's six years old.
      Oh, I know, I know. No one cares. Why did you read to this point? Look at it all! It's a longer block of text than my book had been for the first 11 years of its life!