10 Days

Filling out my forms for my name change. Not exactly the most fun thing about wedding planning. I can't just call Homeland Security? No, I have to notify everyone with forms I have to get by filling out more forms. Bleah.

I've joined a credit union. Banks have to give money to shareholders. Credit unions don't. Banks charge for checking to make up for the gap created by the government trying to stop them from screwing people over. Credit unions don't. Banks do things like involve themselves in toxic assets and high-risk mortgages. Credit unions don't. All pluses on this side, it seems, so hey, fuck the banks.

Chris and I put together our ceremony and are working on our vows. I'm excited. Things are really coming along. Rehearsal dinner this weekend to get the last details straightened out. I think I know where I'm getting my shoes, finally. Ten days. My goodness.

I'm a little stressed. I was getting sleep this week but still feeling tired in the afternoons, so I made some coffee tonight at around six and here I am still up. I'm not worried, however, as it seems that no matter how early I go to bed, I still feel tired the next day. I'm thinking this will pass. What will also pass is my inability to cook certain things. I somehow burned brockwurst tonight while trying to cook it on a George Foreman Grill (would have work with kielbasa) and had to go out instead. Chris and I enjoyed a meal at Rostini's, a little pasta joint at the Marketplace. All's well that ends well.

Chris got his free PS3 games from the PSN. Now that his papers and finals are done, he can unwind from the quarter by playing them. That means a lot of down time for me, as well, tumblring and doing my general time-wasting (like right now). Fun stuff. I'm ready for summer, for being a wife, for going to Disneyland, for finally getting back to beating L.A. Noire. Right now, I'm ready for bed. Goodnight world.

Super Mario Bros. 3

After a long night of jumping and flying through worlds and still losing all my lives in a game that I've played since I was little, I've come to the conclusion that games were harder in the '80s than they are today. Black Ops? Pussy shit. try level 5-6 on SMB 3. Master Chief has a purty new suit, you say? Mario can turn into a frog. Just sayin'.

Chris and I have hooked up the N64, the NES and the Genesis and it is clear that the most challenging games are from these classic systems, not the console worth hundreds with a built-in blue ray player gathering dust in our cabinet. Some games are almost too hard to play, such as Battle for Olympus on NES and The Lion King on Genesis. Some are nostalgically fun for about ten minutes, like Super Mario 2 (which wasn't originally a Mario game in Japan and is nothing like any other Mario game in the world). Some classics, though, are close to the heart and challenging without being too hard. SMB 3 is one of those games.

So while our Playstation sits there, we're moving on to games like Sonic 3. Peace out everyone!