Post by G ♥ t h i k a l e a on Sept 15, 2009 18:39:33 GMT -5
Eyes wandering, I exasperatedly searched the air conditioned store for a glimpse of a skirt for a certain light-brown haired girl, each second continuing to deplete my patience. Tiredly, I held up yet another one; it was a pencil skirt, slate gray, and probably wouldn’t look as hideous on her as she seemed to imagine it did. The color didn’t compliment her hair as well as I wished it would, but upon wearing it, she’d have a professional, stylish look which was pretty hard to achieve on a thirteen year old teenager.
“Dude, are you kidding me? That thing is so ugly,” my friend rejected once again, frowning at the very idea of even putting on a gray skirt.
Tiredly, I snapped at her, “Sam, it’d look freaking pretty on you. Everything that I pick out you seem to turn away almost immediately! Dude, seriously, are you even looking at it? For you everything must be too long or short or frilly or pink!”
Instead of apologizing like a normal, sane human being would do, she covered her hand with her mouth, her eyes almost seeming to laugh at me, and snickered, “I told you I wasn’t getting a skirt today.”
Nearly screaming in frustration, I turned away, groaning and putting away yet another unwanted garment of clothing. That clink of metal was starting to get on my nerves; I was hearing it way too much lately.
An eternity later, we finally stumbled out of the torture and into my best friend’s mom’s burgundy van; halfway through the shopping I’d given up and let her mom attempt to find an item that Sam would wear. However, in the end, the tall girl had escaped with just a pair of gray dress pants. Grinning triumphantly, she took out a mini-version of Trouble and we immediately got involved in the game.
The ride back wasn’t bad, but as soon as we arrived at her house I winced in horror. I’d forgotten Sonic Heroes, the main reason why I had even asked to go to her house. I don’t have a PlayStation, and since one of my friends at school had given me the game once finding out about my obsession with Sonic, I wasn’t about to let it go to waste. Upon on informing her of the horrible fact, she too was a little miffed but in the end shrugged it off. A few hours were wasted by finishing Finding Nemo, a game which tested both our skill and patience. There was more than once where we nearly screamed in frustration and I even threatened to sue Disney when I grew up; we had wasted so much time pointlessly to play a game which we already knew the ending to.
However, our angry cries weren’t in vain; after countless hours we finally concluded the game and ended up, once again, bored. Seeing as this was her house, she had multiple things to do: play on her laptop, eat pizza, even play with her precious cat, Tigger, but I ended up sitting there in the basement, wondering what to do now as she checked her email repeatedly and absentmindedly stroked her cat. After a while, though, I couldn’t take it anymore and so she let me phone her dad, even though he was upstairs, to drive me back home in order to fetch the game. I wondered if it was worth it, seeing as I’ve never played the game before, but anything was better than boredom.
It wasn’t worth it; it was past that. Sonic Heroes was wonderful; this was the overall third video game I’d ever played and although it probably might not amaze others, the other two barely were up to standard. At first, both of us stumbled over the controls; X usually meant enter and O usually meant cancel, but for some reason Sega had switched the two, causing us to keep restarting. However, we weren’t idiots and eventually figured it out, and were presented with Sonic, Knuckles, and Tails in a tropical paradise; you could switch characters whenever you wanted. I didn’t understand at first that you had to use the joystick, and got all annoyed when none of them would move – but Samantha caught on quickly and grabbed the controller away from me, remarking that I would probably destroy it one day from pressing the buttons too much when it obviously wasn’t working. She ended up playing the whole first level, refusing to let me have a go at my own game; it was that addicting. Sonic was fast, and his Tornado attack was like eye candy for me; the blue streak caused by him jumping up and in a circle never ceased to entertain me. Knuckles was all fists, as you can probably judge by his name, and although he was slow, his attacks usually destroyed all of the enemies. Tails, however, was more annoying; he was used for above attacks and you had to use him usually to fly. Whenever you want him to fly by clicking the X button, he remarks, “Whee!” It’s quite amusing, actually, but after a while it gets on your nerves, because sometimes you have to click it more than once in a row, and he still goes, “Whee! Whee! Whee!”
Eventually Sam told me to stop using Tails or else she would mute it, and I had taken a liking the background music so I complied. However, probably because of the fact that this was, still, my third video game ever, I ended up drowning Sonic four times. My friend found this, for some reason, extremely hilarious which I could judge from her never-ending snickers. Since she was so good, I asked her to do it for me seeing as she had passed her own level without drowning anyone even once, but instead of putting on a good performance as I expected, she, too, killed the blue hedgehog off – earning a murderous glance from me. Nonetheless, I finally finished the level – more out of luck than skill, but whatever, it was done. We wrapped up the game, seeing as it was already nine o’ clock, and put things back where they were supposed to go, such as the bottles of soda. Since Sam actually hadn’t finished her homework or something along these lines, she wasn’t allowed to see me off and so her dad just brought me home.
When Sam’s dad is driving, it’s often hard to get bored; he often swerves and speeds up at just the right places. Not to mention, it seems like you get home a lot faster when he drives, although that might be a drawback – no one really wants a fun ride to end. However, it must, and I sighed – looking back, I had enjoyed the day so much that I didn’t really want to return home, waving at Sam’s dad, stumble into the house, or set the alarm to wake up the next morning – but I had to. Even though you may not want them to, all good things eventually come to an end. I thought of this as I trotted lazily up the stairs into my nearly barren room, switching on the radio lying on the floor, yawning as I collapsed into bed and trying to reassure myself that homework could wait for homeroom.
“Dude, are you kidding me? That thing is so ugly,” my friend rejected once again, frowning at the very idea of even putting on a gray skirt.
Tiredly, I snapped at her, “Sam, it’d look freaking pretty on you. Everything that I pick out you seem to turn away almost immediately! Dude, seriously, are you even looking at it? For you everything must be too long or short or frilly or pink!”
Instead of apologizing like a normal, sane human being would do, she covered her hand with her mouth, her eyes almost seeming to laugh at me, and snickered, “I told you I wasn’t getting a skirt today.”
Nearly screaming in frustration, I turned away, groaning and putting away yet another unwanted garment of clothing. That clink of metal was starting to get on my nerves; I was hearing it way too much lately.
An eternity later, we finally stumbled out of the torture and into my best friend’s mom’s burgundy van; halfway through the shopping I’d given up and let her mom attempt to find an item that Sam would wear. However, in the end, the tall girl had escaped with just a pair of gray dress pants. Grinning triumphantly, she took out a mini-version of Trouble and we immediately got involved in the game.
The ride back wasn’t bad, but as soon as we arrived at her house I winced in horror. I’d forgotten Sonic Heroes, the main reason why I had even asked to go to her house. I don’t have a PlayStation, and since one of my friends at school had given me the game once finding out about my obsession with Sonic, I wasn’t about to let it go to waste. Upon on informing her of the horrible fact, she too was a little miffed but in the end shrugged it off. A few hours were wasted by finishing Finding Nemo, a game which tested both our skill and patience. There was more than once where we nearly screamed in frustration and I even threatened to sue Disney when I grew up; we had wasted so much time pointlessly to play a game which we already knew the ending to.
However, our angry cries weren’t in vain; after countless hours we finally concluded the game and ended up, once again, bored. Seeing as this was her house, she had multiple things to do: play on her laptop, eat pizza, even play with her precious cat, Tigger, but I ended up sitting there in the basement, wondering what to do now as she checked her email repeatedly and absentmindedly stroked her cat. After a while, though, I couldn’t take it anymore and so she let me phone her dad, even though he was upstairs, to drive me back home in order to fetch the game. I wondered if it was worth it, seeing as I’ve never played the game before, but anything was better than boredom.
It wasn’t worth it; it was past that. Sonic Heroes was wonderful; this was the overall third video game I’d ever played and although it probably might not amaze others, the other two barely were up to standard. At first, both of us stumbled over the controls; X usually meant enter and O usually meant cancel, but for some reason Sega had switched the two, causing us to keep restarting. However, we weren’t idiots and eventually figured it out, and were presented with Sonic, Knuckles, and Tails in a tropical paradise; you could switch characters whenever you wanted. I didn’t understand at first that you had to use the joystick, and got all annoyed when none of them would move – but Samantha caught on quickly and grabbed the controller away from me, remarking that I would probably destroy it one day from pressing the buttons too much when it obviously wasn’t working. She ended up playing the whole first level, refusing to let me have a go at my own game; it was that addicting. Sonic was fast, and his Tornado attack was like eye candy for me; the blue streak caused by him jumping up and in a circle never ceased to entertain me. Knuckles was all fists, as you can probably judge by his name, and although he was slow, his attacks usually destroyed all of the enemies. Tails, however, was more annoying; he was used for above attacks and you had to use him usually to fly. Whenever you want him to fly by clicking the X button, he remarks, “Whee!” It’s quite amusing, actually, but after a while it gets on your nerves, because sometimes you have to click it more than once in a row, and he still goes, “Whee! Whee! Whee!”
Eventually Sam told me to stop using Tails or else she would mute it, and I had taken a liking the background music so I complied. However, probably because of the fact that this was, still, my third video game ever, I ended up drowning Sonic four times. My friend found this, for some reason, extremely hilarious which I could judge from her never-ending snickers. Since she was so good, I asked her to do it for me seeing as she had passed her own level without drowning anyone even once, but instead of putting on a good performance as I expected, she, too, killed the blue hedgehog off – earning a murderous glance from me. Nonetheless, I finally finished the level – more out of luck than skill, but whatever, it was done. We wrapped up the game, seeing as it was already nine o’ clock, and put things back where they were supposed to go, such as the bottles of soda. Since Sam actually hadn’t finished her homework or something along these lines, she wasn’t allowed to see me off and so her dad just brought me home.
When Sam’s dad is driving, it’s often hard to get bored; he often swerves and speeds up at just the right places. Not to mention, it seems like you get home a lot faster when he drives, although that might be a drawback – no one really wants a fun ride to end. However, it must, and I sighed – looking back, I had enjoyed the day so much that I didn’t really want to return home, waving at Sam’s dad, stumble into the house, or set the alarm to wake up the next morning – but I had to. Even though you may not want them to, all good things eventually come to an end. I thought of this as I trotted lazily up the stairs into my nearly barren room, switching on the radio lying on the floor, yawning as I collapsed into bed and trying to reassure myself that homework could wait for homeroom.
