The Sims 3 and Pasta

Well, finals week is just over halfway done. I have been telling myself for the past 6 and a half hours that I really need to start studying for my exam tomorrow morning. But guess what I have been doing instead?

That's right. I've been playing the Sims 3. Isn't it sad that we play video games where the only goal is to live your life? Shouldn't we just go out and live our real lives? Well...I guess I play it to escape from my life and live somebody else's. Someone who lives in a really nice house with a hot wife and a great career. These are all things I do not have.

Speaking of things I don't have, my cupboards are getting kind of empty. I concluded today that all I have left in the way of food is pasta. In the absence of everything else, I actually have a surplus of pasta. More than I know what to do with. Of all kinds. So lately, whenever I get peckish, I usually end up eating pasta. The thing I always forget is that a little bit of pasta goes a long way. So for the umpteenth time, I put way too much in the pot and then I end up with a bowl that looks like this:

That's a lot of pasta.

Don't worry, though. I ate it all. I forget to moderate my consumption when I am all wrapped up in what my Sims are doing. No wonder I have so much trouble sticking to my diet!

If I had to pick a color to describe today, it would be the color of blue. I just feel a little blue. To quote one of my favorite musicals, "I'm feeling a little blue myself. You know, a little anxious for no particular reason. A little sad that I should feel anxious at this age. You know, a little self-consious anxiety resulting in non-specific sadness. A state that I call 'blue.'" And for those of you keeping track, that musical would be?.... That's right, The Drowsy Chaperone.

Now I fear I must turn my attention to studying for my final exam. It is not a typical exam, of course. It is an acting class, so I need to memorize a scene from a play and two monologues, write an analysis for each of them, and then perform them in front of my professor and the rest of the class in the AM.

GROAN.

Cody M. Logeland