I Love My Mama

Happy Mother’s Day!

I love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love my Mama.

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She is beautiful and smart and puts her family ahead of herself–except when she’s watching Korean dramas…but she deserves to indulge after all the years she’s dedicated to making sure her children want for nothing. My Mama is also extremely patient whenever my sister and I make fun of her; she’s been super supportive of me even when I had to redo my 1L year because I was too irresponsible to take it seriously the first time around; she’s always doing her best to look after me while at the same time giving me space to grow and learn from my mistakes. My Mama is anything and everything that makes a perfect mother.

Plus, she gave birth to one of 1982’s cutest babies:

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AWW! I am so adorable!

My Mama is wonderful–and I’m sure yours is too. So don’t forget to let your mother know she’s special…especially today.

ChocoboTales

I recently started making use of the Nintendo DS’s Wifi capabilities by challenging random players to a “Chocobo Tales” pop-up duel. What’s a “pop-up duel,” you ask? Let the master teach you.

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Throughout the game, Chocobo collects these duel cards by playing mini-games or completing quests. The cards all have four circles: red, yellow, blue, and green, with the cards’ defensive/offensive capabilities labelled within the circles. As you can see in the little picture up there, the Cactuar card has defense against yellow, green, and blue attacks; the Bomb card has an offensive red skill and a defense against green attacks. The basic idea is to choose a card that can both attack your opponent’s weak color (no shield or sword) and defend against their attack. So in the above example, the person with the Cactuar card is going to get a beating because it does not have a defense against a red attack.

Man, I am super cool for being able to explain that!

Anyway, I’ve been connecting to other “Duelers” around the world and battling them, and let me tell you something: I am f*cking good when it comes to card-induced ass beatings. I mean, my opponents are probably little kids (the game is pretty lame if you’re not a child or into Final Fantasy) but who cares? An ass beating is an ass beating is an ass beating. Period.

However, I haven’t been able to capitalize on my winnings because those losers TURN OFF THEIR SYSTEMS before the score is recorded! They don’t want a loss on their own records so they act like little b*tches and turn off their DS. Do you know how infuriating it is to watch your triple-star rarity Shiva card decimate some stupid kid’s Troll card and then watch the screen go black because of a “Connection Error”? It is enough to make you want to catch a plane to Japan and hunt down the kid who shafted you of your win.

(You best careful Puuru-san…I’m coming for you.)

And it’s even more unfair because I take my loss like every good sportsman should. I’ve only had two, but still—if you’re good enough to beat me then you deserve a notch on your belt…even if I lost only because I was too busy getting my cats out of the turtle tank to pay attention to the game, and therefore did not lose because of lack of skill…but who’s keeping track, right?

If these kids insist on being super cheap about losing, then I’m going to have no choice but to challenge them, lose on purpose, and then shut off my own DS before they get anything out of it. My plan is that this will cause the kids to throw a temper tantrum, which will lead to them throwing their DS into a wall and breaking it, and then getting a traumatic scolding from their parents.

I can’t remember when I last saw a teenage mother. It must have been when I was in high school–most likely my senior year because I recall the theme of my senior prom being “Have a Baby or Die!” I might be mistaken, but I doubt it since quite a few ho-bags showed up pregnant.

Anyway, I only realized how long it’s been since I saw a child-mommy because I just drove past one. I’ll admit that I am really bad at determining a person’s age just by their looks…my guesses are usually too low; so I’m going to give a rough estimate, taking into consideration my weak age-guessing skills.

Baby-Mama was about 14-15 years old, and could not have been any more than a high school sophomore. Next her, pushing a baby carriage, was her baby-daddy. Baby-Daddy also looked as if he was 14-15 years old…and he looked miserable pushing that stroller around on a Friday afternoon. Then behind the two parents was their Goth friend who was probably planning to see “Spider-Man 3” with Baby-Daddy after school, but had his plans sabotaged when Baby-Mama’s Mama called and said Baby-Daddy needed to take his kid out for a stroll.

Normally, I would have found some sort of sick pleasure in watching these two high schoolers live their ruined childhoods, but I didn’t derive any glee this time. Actually, I felt sorry for them–very, very, sorry. It’s not so much that they are possibly going to miss out on being kids–because that’s really not as much fun as your college-age years–it’s more that they can’t do anything without being forced to think about their child. And that’s such a huge burden. I can barely get any sleep when I know I’ve run low on toilet paper and have to go get some in the morning. That’s stressful for me–it wastes precious, precious studying time–so can you imagine what I would be like if I had to take care of a child? I’d probably want to get away from the kid, but my fear of going to Hell would keep me from throwing the baby in a trashcan (the preferred method for the women of USC–and you know I’ve got school pride); I’d most likely end up convincing myself that I’m really a billy goat and run off to live in the mountains with my brethren…or wherever billy goats live. That way I could avoid my parental responsibilities without being quite so immoral. But that’s just me…

Where am I going with this? I have no clue; I just wanted to mention that I saw some teen-parents. I guess I was excited about it or something…the same way you would be if you happened to cross paths with Lindsay Lohan just before she got crushed by a bus. That’s how thrilled I was.