Why does the industrial section of Leth always smell like playdough? Playdough with extra salt, I mean, what the heck makes that smell? *shudder*
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Well, my server keeps crashing or my mac sounds like it’ll explode everytime I try to play Second Life so I have been unable to procrastinate my last two essays with that pastime (last time finals came around, I developed a neurotic obsession for Paper Mario on the N64, I think it’s simply the NEED for procrastination, I spent at least 20 mintues watching As the World Turns today…that’s pretty long for a soap opera, and Dr. Phil yesterday…). Therefore, as I drove home through the rain, in my mind formed a waking dream that will never come true… …. …..
If I lived in Second Life I would be one of those people who listens to techno on a regular basis. Not because it outshines indie emo but because it would go so much better with the anime-like world. And when techno comes out of a computer, it seems to make more sense. If I lived in SL, I would hit the jazz bar some evenings even though I hate jazz because they have the most awesome dance moves. If I actually lived in SL, I would remember how to access the dance moves and people wouldn’t laugh at me when I walk in a venue because I end up sitting on the middle of the dance floor instead of shaking my bootay.
If I lived in SL, I would learn how to make something people would want to buy. And because it’s SL, they would probably buy anything so I’d make juggling equipment because it’s just that fun. I would make wobbly, flubber-like objects that you can juggle and you don’t drop them because you program your avatar to juggle perfectly. So then I’d be rich. And I’d buy a log cabin and put it in the middle of a metropolis and only have beanbag chairs for furniture. I would drive one of those stand-up scooter things that make you look like one of the X-men.
If I lived in SL, I would be smart enough to only take part in clean living. I would have learned from my first life that gambling and wild sex and all those other things are just going to come back to you in the form of a horrid virus like Micro-iphylus or Mac-herpes. Though you really can’t help it if you accidentally teleport into a crazy bunch of people dressed in cat suits doing something you never wanted to watch through your brown eyes that were purple yesterday and green before. If I lived in Second Life, I would be the snazziest, fittest person ever. I would smoke like a chimney and never die of lung cancer, eat McD’s everyday and never get diabetes, and heck I’d just fly around a lot.
But I don’t live in SL. My avatar looks brand new still because he glitches everytime I try to change his appearance. He took his shoes off and I can’t get them back on and I can’t recognize anyone because they all look like grey blobs since the images take eons to show up. And it makes Zorak (the avatar) sadder than he’s ever been. Right now he’s stuck in the floor planks of some nightclub I tried to go to before the computer starting messing everything up. And there he will stay, for the rest of my Second Life.
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Okay so the rain made me a little melodramatic… give me a break. You’re the one procrastinating and reading this… Oh wait, I’m the one procrastinating and writing this. Jeez.
