Mr. W and I have been playing LA Noire recently and are really having a good time with the thing. Boy, I tell you what, once we got that walk through going and knew all the right interview questions that game has become a breeze! That’s definitely a game that I don’t mind cheating on. Not that my cheating bar is set very high. I cheat on games just because I can, not necessarily because I need to. Unlimited health? Lots of money? Where do I sign up?
Speaking of money, if I’m investigating a crime scene and find some money on the ground and make a comment like, “Not important” or “Seems irrelevant” then I should be able to put said money in my pocket. I keep trying and the game just does not understand. YOU TOLD ME THE MONEY WAS IRRELEVANT, SO NOW I WANTS IT. Also we love being able to commandeer vehicles. We will commandeer a car, then get back in our police car and drive off. Suck it, unsuspecting citizen!
Again, speaking of money, every once in a while I just get this urge to spend money. For the past week or so [and especially today because it is payday] I just want to buy something outlandishly expensive. Like a laptop. Or an iPad. Or something. I don’t even know exactly what I want to buy, but it needs to have the following three characteristics:
1. Shiny (this is almost always a given)
3. Has lots of buttons (or touch-screen simulated buttons)
I should probably just hid my debit card until this urge passes, because no good can come from it. I’ve been saving money for a little while so that next weekend, on my birthday, I can go to Barnes & Noble and splurge on books. I am very excited about this. I can’t wait to treat myself to a Cafe Vanilla Frappuccino and browse through books. If you have any recommendations that I simply must read then let me know. I might believe you.
Doubly exciting is that I will be doing said browsing with one of my best friends, Stephanie, who is coming into town that weekend. Yay! This makes up for Mr. W missing my birthday again this year because he insists on having a life and doing things. Pssht. I don’t remember giving him permission for that.
Steph and I had originally planned on seeing Coldplay at Lollapalooza, but what with her being pregnant and my being cheap I think we are going to skip it. I will just play all my Coldplay mp3s really loud in the apartment while we play board games or something. We can turn the air conditioning off so we are sweating. Maybe the neighbors will invite over whoever it is that smokes weed at their apartment and we can leave a door open to get the smell in the apartment. That’s most of Lollapalooza right there.