Hello everyone! My plan for this blog is to post every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, since I have an amazingly long amount of time on those days in between my classes. I haven't deciced the overall themes yet for my weekly/daily postings, but Fridays will always be Freaky Fridays.
Why? One: It sounds cool, Two: I like alliterations.
Once upon a time in a land kinda far away was a little girl. Obviously, she was me. Being the last in the family, and having a huge 9 year age gap between me and my brother, this meant that play time with siblings was a big no-no, especially since they had tickling powers, swirly powers, and the power to bring over their equally big and scary friends. So, I played by myself. Besides, no teenage boy would be caught dead playing Barbies with his little sister. My own brother wouldn't let me watch my shows after school. He had to watch stupid shows like Jeapordy (if I spelt that wrong, please forgive me).
Around 1997 (maybe more like 1998, I don't know, the exact year is fuzzy), my brothers pooled their funds and purchased a Nintendo64. Now, we were strict SEGA people. We had the Genesis, that other console whose name escapes me right now, and the Game Gear, a ginormous handheld device that could probably kill a small dog if you dropped it from high enough. At this time, my brothers were beginning to get into gaming. I would watch as they played Warcraft (you know, the big game BEFORE WOW ever existed), Starcraft, and fearlessly as they played Diablo (Okay, I did get nightmares once in a while...). Since I wanted to play too, I picked up that awkward N64 Controller and played Mario Kart, easily sailing past my brothers into the the beyond.
Okay, that last bit, total bull. I actually couldn't figure out that stupid controller for the life of me. With my brothers lapping me, and my cute, beginner's luck streak ruined before I ever got a chance, I threw the controller down in frustration and marched away, claiming it was stupid.
Well, I did pick the controller up again, and I eventually got the hang of it. But I refused to play with my brothers (side note, I do have a sister. She just was at college when all this took place and she thinks video games are stupid anyways). After all, they could easily beat me, and I had a very bad case of soreloseritis. My infliction was so bad, I once rigged the Sorry game so I could get all or most of my pieces out on my turn. They have never let me forget this.
Sore losing aside, there were time where I'd sit and watch my brothers play, just as they did on the computer. Occasionally I'd pick up the controller and pretend to play along. Turns out on some games that activated co-op mode, though I didn't know what it was called then. For me, it was "Oh-my-gosh-what's-that-noise-is-that-me-making-the-robot-move-I-can-shoot-with-this-cool."
But before long, I was left on my own again. Mostly because my brothers left on missions (Yes, I am Mormon. If that's an issue, go read someone else's blog.), and went to that big scary place down south: BYU. Or college, in general. And since that left me all on my ownsies, I had to start entertaining myself again.
Well, that leaves me at the end of part 1. Part two will be coming sometime in the future, as will some of my doodles.
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