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In an utterly bizarre turn of events, I ended up telling Her everything. The utterly bizarre part is, she completely understands. We even laughed about it. She called me a player, and I called myself a dork completely in over his head. I swear to God, it ain't like that. I'm a fucking dork for crying out loud! Nothing makes me more happy than trying to remember which corridor I didn't go down in Dino Crisis. It's just that I do some really stupid things in February.
I'm not even sure why I chose Her as a shoulder to cry on. For some strange reason, I knew she'd understand, and I was right. In fact, it sorta broke the ice between us. She knows I'm not thoroughly obsessed with her and it's not like I'm writing about her on the Internet everyday or something... Ho hum... Anyway...
I told her about Coke Fiend, and how even though I chickened out at the last minute and didn't do a bad bad thing, I've still been getting pages real late at night, and how I would have an extremely hard time explaining that had I been at Ball And Chain's.
Hopefully Coke Fiend was just going through some sort of Valentine's Day Insanity/Loneliness syndrome. I noticed that when people realize that I wasn't kidding about being a doofus, they tend to get a bit tired of me, so I'm totally counting on that one.
I'm really hoping that I didn't give Her the wrong impression. I really wanted to explain that I actually cared about Her, and with Coke Fiend, my body was thinking with an entirely different batch of chemicals. But then I figured, why ruin the moment. I actually made Her laugh again.
What I really need to do is find a nice girl who doesn't live past the Tripler cut-off. I guess it's kinda like those Chinese horoscope posters and how they list how Dogs don't get along with Roosters and stuff like that. I just seriously don't match up with people that live pass the Tripler cut-off. I just wanna find a nice girl who lives in town and who doesn't bitch at me about every single little thing and who wouldn't mind me buying her a Sega Dreamcast for Valentine's Day, which if you think about it, is really the gift that keeps on giving because their version of Marvel Vs. Capcom allows for tag-teaming.
Oh God, I really am a dork in over my head.
Monday, February 21, 2000, 6:09pm
Okay, I totally did something I shouldn't have done today. BUT, in my defense, it was President's Day, I was all by myself... It was just one of those spur of the moment things that just happened and I knew if I didn't just seize the moment, I probably would've chickened out later. I'm not gonna try and justify anything so all I'll say is that I'm in a really vulnerable place right now and I needed something to make me feel good about myself for a little while.
Yes that's right I finally gave in and did it. I bought a Sega Dreamcast. Crazy Taxi is such an amazing game. Totally what I needed. And I also bought Marvel Vs. Capcom. Do you realize how refreshing it is to finally be able to play that game at home with the tag team option?! I'm Spider Man. Now I'm Venom. Nope, now I'm Spider Man. That's so cool.
And while I was at it, I picked up a used copy of Gran Turismo 2.
I just lost my fucking mind at Toys N Joys. But the damages wasn't as bad as it reads. Most of what I purchased was used except for the two Sega games and the extra controller. If there's anything I'm miffed about, it's the controller that came with the used system. It's this purplish neon blue. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Actually, I do know how I feel about that. That color is the reason that I'm not driving a Toyota Tacoma right now. But as a game controller, I guess I can live with it.
