There is no spoon!

I got Twilight Princess!

But I didn't get the Wii. So I can't play the game.

WHATEVER. The sound of the plastic cellophane coming off the box was enough for me, thanks very much. The box, the disc, the pamphlets (one in French and one in English)... All of it... So purty. *drool*

If only I could play it, though.

Well, at least I have the game. I'm 50% there.

In the meantime, when I'm not admiring the purty, very purty box with gold foil and stuff, I decided to finally get my ass on the track and advance in OiH. Because, in case you hadn't noticed, I'm falling behind. Soon I'll be unable to post one chapter every week, which would suck even more than not having the Wii, I'm sure.

(Note aside, why does ff.net suck so badly at sending mails and everything? Sometimes I wonder. So what if their suppliers fail or whatnot? SEND ME MY REVIEW NOTIFICATIONS. I'm getting a backlog of like, two weeks, here! It drives me nuts!)

I mean, it's one thing writing down a chapter in my French/Video Tech notebook, and it's quite another to actually type it up and realise I messed up a few paragraphs and should add more of this and cut a bit of that. God, I hate it when that happens. It's so long! I prefer typing directly to the computer. But then I can't work in class.

...

My life is so complicated. I was made to live in careless luxury, I just know it.

Aside from that, Bass seems to have backed off since Saturday. Not that I'm complaining. He was unfortunately starting to get on my nerves. Because, hello, anyone who disses the Wii then finds out I want one and suddenly changes his opinion has to be fishy.

Slim says he's broke but wants one, and I know he isn't saying that just to accomodate me. He says he wants to play SSBB and TP, claiming that any game that makes him drool witlessly has to be good. He also says he saw the game in motion at a friend's house, and that it kicks too much ass to be legal.

Which, you know. Is awesome.

It was a nice change, by the way, to enter the cafeteria today and not be mauled by Bass (who saw me come in but was busy talking to other people), and instead being greeted by Slim, who actually looked glad to see me. He had his coat on with his scarf hanging on his shoulders, and said he had a team meeting but his teammate was late.

I told him my French class had been cancelled for the day. He said I better head home, then. I said I wasn't sure what to do. Unable to hold in a grin, he yelled, "GO HOME!" adding that I didn't know how to appreciate my luck.

Well, bugger.

I stayed anyway to see if his teammate would come. He told me he was planning a 3:00AM Drink n' Risk night with some of his friends. I asked him what that was. He laughed.

"It's kind of an inside joke between the guys and I. I never played Risk before, right, and they told me they'd teach me.
"By ten, we still hadn't started playing. I asked them if maybe we should start a game, seeing as it would probably last a little while. They said it was against the law to play Risk before 1:00AM.
"We started playing at 1:00, then played and played and played, until finally we were too tired to make any sense of what we were saying to each other, and I glanced outside and the sun was rising." I kind of stare at him skeptically.
He adds, "So I decided to make it EXTREME."

"How so?"

He smirks broadly. "It's self-explanatory, really. We're gonna get drunk and play Risk starting at 3:00AM."

I stare blankly. He can't help but laugh at my expression.

"You know," I say, "you're the only guy I can imagine who would make a boardgame into an extreme sport."

He shrugs and glares. "Watch what you're saying. I know where you live."

I smile. It's the first time he uses one of our common experiences as an inside joke. I comment, "I'm still impressed."

He looks glad.

At this, Josie looks up and squints. "What does that have to do with playing Risk?"

We both turn to look at her. I'm trying not to smile too broadly and give away the fact that his remembering-where-I-live-even-after-like-seven-years gives me the fuzzies (especially when he reminds me of it with that adorable grin).

Slim just says, "Long story, inside joke."

Josie raises a brow but adds nothing. It's rare for Slim to explain inside jokes to people anyway, so it would be a pointless crusade for her to beg him to elaborate. She sends me a dubious look when I refrain from laughing.

Slim turns back to me with a secret smile and an eloquent look.

FUZZIES, alright? FUZZIES.

Things are looking up.

I hope. ;P

Love,
CM