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Today, I bought 2 extra gigs of RAM and High School Musical: Dance!.

Also a tacky-ass jacket and a poster of Kevin Jonas (DON'T JUDGE ME. It was on sale. DON'T JUDGE.)

I'm being responsible tonight and not trying out Sims 3 on the RAM-upped computer, because if I start playing I'll never stop and I'm tired. BUT JUST YOU WAIT, SIMMIES.

an astounding lack of foresight

Note to self:

Before you buy games with large peripherals that require a sizeable amount of clear floor, perhaps you should ask yourself "do I have the space for this? Can I make the space for this? How much work will it be?"

Of course, I could just...not be a slob. And then I'd have been able to skip straight to the rearrange-furniture step rather than spending all day cleaning in the zomghumidity.

But! I don't care that I'm hot and tired and cranky, I WILL play my dancey game tonight. REST ASSURED.

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Sister has been using brother's room for a living room, since he's got a couch & tv in there, and she's using the living room as a bedroom so why not use the bedroom as a living room.

Anyway, problem with that arrangement is, the working tv in brother's room is mine. I let him use it when he was having trouble with his when he was home, because he watches more tv than I do and at the time I wasn't using my PS2 at all (so I also let him use that). Buuut since I need a tv to play my dancey game with, today after I'd cleaned/rearranged I went and got it back.

Sister wasn't home when I did that. When she eventually got home, she came in asking where "her" tv was; I told her I'd taken mine back and if that's the one she'd been watching then sure, I know right where it is, I am standing on a DDR mat looking at it.

She went whining to Mom and Dad about it. Because, y'know, in the midst of having these huge arguments trying to convince them that yes, you are old/mature enough to move out on your own (with no plans, no goals, never having held a single job...) the best thing to do to really hammer the I Am Mature point home is to go bawwwww to them about the world's pettiest (and most easily solvable) problem.

Soooo Dad comes upstairs, looks in our room, sees that the tv that is accurately described as my sister's is sitting unused in the corner, asks if it works, I say yep. At which point Sister goes completely flip-shit and starts bitching about how she can wait for TOMORROW and NEVER MIND. Dad tells her to chill, he'll bring the other tv in for her, and TOMORROW. NEVER MIND. *GIANT SIGH* *EYE ROLL* NEVER MIND.

WTF did she expect him to do, come in and take my tv that I bought with my own money away, leaving me with the $20 rummage sale tv that doesn't hook up to the PS2 (rendering it COMPLETELY USELESS for me) but is actually better for casual tv-watching 'cause its screen is about twice the size?

IDGI. And I know it's cruel but ohgod I can't WAIT for her to actually have to deal with reality. She's gotten all ~dramatic~ about how this town is KILLING HER DAMMIT, and I'm horrid but CAN'T STOP LOLING because it can't be all that bad if the amount of effort you're willing to put in (beyond coming up with completely unfeasible half-ass plan...things) is zero. HAVE FUN WITH THAT.