Those Boring Weeks Before Summer Begin...

So with not much else to do these last couple days. Well, that's not true. I could be doing those senior projects that are all due next week, but as of now, I honestly could care less. With that said, Jean Paul Sartre's quote: "Every man is condemned to freedom," is better re-written as: "Every man is condemned to boredom." Or in the words of master Yoda, "The boredom is strong in this one." I even vowed to not play COD4 for a while, so instead of that lets examine the extent that I've gone to keep sane.

Hmm...well, first off is poker. Not real life poker, well not yet. Stupid legal gambling age. So online it is. But when I tried to deposit money into my account I was prompted for an ID check, and obviously my birthday wouldn't match the one I signed up with. So, once again, my plan has been foiled. 89 more days until I can melt in front of this computer screen and legally gamble online.

Next in line--Sim Tower. Yes, that game from ages ago. Even the quest to find the CD case took over half an hour and after finding it did it dawn on me the true ancestry of this game. Just from the system requirements: "Requires Windows 3.1 and Windows 95," does it give you a sense of the time it spent under piles and piles of other junk in my room. But, quickly, after my nostalgic trip down memory lane, I installed the game, and made a tower. I had forgotten the frustration and anger that this game brings. First off, your tenets have to be the biggest douchebags ever. No joke. Every 5 minutes of they get angry for some absurd reason and demand that you lower their rent. Now, normally this wouldn't be a problem, but you have to individually lower EACH office/condo/hotel room. And once you reach 2-3stars, we're talking high double digits/low hundreds. Now I don't care how good your micromanagement skills are, but this is just ridiculous. And also maids. Maids. These gals have to be literally mentally retarded. I've put a cleaning station on each of my "hotel" floors, and even still they fail at cleaning effectively, and within a few rotations, the whole fucken floor is infected with roaches. I guess they're too busy being whores instead of doing their fucken job. So when the time comes and I'm prompted with either a "bomb threat" or a "fire" and given the option to either pay off the terrorists or pay for immediate fire rescue, obviously I decline both options and laugh as my mentally retarded-douchebag-faggottron-asshat tenets run around aimlessly in terror as their surroundings implode on themselves. Now that must be why I used to play this game.

I'll never play that game ever again. Ever.

Guess bad habits die hard. Time for some COD4.