There's just some days we're simply blessed with. Today was one of those sanctified moments, those pleasant days where nothing seems to go wrong.
It started off with a simple fact: I was off. Man, those days are rare and far between these days. When I get these days where I don't have to work- simply become lazy and do whatever I want- I LOVE it. I actually slept in today, getting up at 8. That, to me, is a BIG thing. I normally get up at either 6 and 7:15 on the days I'm off. I really, really loved just having that extra hour of peaceful dreaming.
I managed to get a whole bunch of my writing and editing tackled. Normally I only get an hour or so, if even that, daily to do this. I managed to correct nearly five chapters, editing names and facts. I've even begun the final process of printing out the chapters, finalizing it into a "book" form. Even tweaked one of my half demon. His appearance, before, was too bland and I wanted to spice him up. I had no idea how to do it, but I wanted him "better" than he was currently. Well, about three weeks ago I had someone waltz right into our store. Of course, he was, well, more of the Gothic-punk bike type of fellow. Right away my cashier at the time was talking bad about him, pointing out how he was dressed. In response, I went out of my way to help him. I found out he was extremely sweet, even polite. He was about 29 or so.
His appearance and fashion style is hinted in my newly reformed character.
Besides writing, I managed to get a little quality time with my parents, especially dad. He works so often that I rarely get to spend any free moment with him. We went running around, doing odds and ends, mostly chores. One of the things I had to get was a money order for something I had finally gotten on Ebay. I've loved these things for a while, and I really think highly of the master of weirdness, American McGee. I had found, on Ebay, for cheap, a pair of figurines. Who were they? Alice, with her blood stained dress and equally, if not liberally, splatted butcher knife, and her companion the Cheshire Cat. Now, this cat isn't the cute purple and pink striped fellow you see in the (botched) Disney classic. Oh ho, no, this guy is different. Think something totally twisted and warped. He's emaciated beyond belief, and you can see every single bone in his body. Tattoos adorning his gray furry flesh, he's got a symbol for males on one ear and the symbol for females on the other. He's fantastic, and I've always loved his design. So, yeah, last night I won him. They stopped creation of those figurines, and, well, they can get pretty hefty in price. I wanted to snag one before Tim Burton released his film, and the hype for all things Cheshire Cat would begin anew.
Ever have any of those videos and games lying around you don't need? Yeah, so did we. Dad and I went over to a brand spanking new BuyBack store (it's like a Block Buster, but more advanced, dealing in everything from games, movies, CDs, etc). I admit, we didn't have a lot, and there were some pretty outdated movies there. Still, we got a whopping $51! Holy cow, dad and I couldn't believe it. So much for old Star War and Indiana Jones movies! While there, I snagged a "new" (although clearly used) game on my part. Played if for a bit when I got home.
I love going to Gamestop. Apparently they had had a game just come in, one that I was looking for. Lynx told me about this series, and I was thoroughly interested. Problem? The game is EXTREMELY rare. When I mean rare...well... I tried several places to find it, but to no avail. Gamestop had one arrive listed as "used". Shrugging it, I went. I was seriously wanting to play it. Lynx claimed that this game would most likely give me ideas for my novel which I wouldn't mind.
Well, I went. Took them awhile to find the game- they had to pull it from a box packed to the brim with weird, oddball games. They weren't kidding when they said it had just arrived today! What's funny was when the cashier looked at it.
"This is strange," the cashier, Terrance, said. I have a really keen eye, and that's what I remember his GTAIV ID tag said.
"What?" I was a little worried when he started chuckling.
"If I had known this was going to be bought right away," he said, holding the game in his hand and looking longingly at it, "I would have gotten it first. This looks brand new."
"Whoa, you serious?"
"Yeah, look."
We took a look at it. Sure enough, there was only a single small mark, much akin to a slight scuff mark, on the back of the case where it had simply rubbed up against another game during it's shipment. It was otherwise glossy, unmarked, and when he opened it it had that satisfying SNAP! that newly opened games have.
"Yup. It's new. Dang, you're lucky."
After I had bought the game (dad picking up a baseball game for himself and Return to Castle Wolfenstein, a remake of an old game me and my family used to play a lot), I turned to dad. I asked to see the game real quick before we started (I hate looking over merchandise I've just bought while someone else is driving). Still, I was curious.
I examined the case. Yup, pristine condition. I carefully opened up the game case and could get a whiff of what I call "that new videogame smell". It's from the plastic of the inside case. Anyway, I took the booklet out and opened it, noticing the pages were sticking from being new. I looked along it's spine- it hadn't any worn edges. Brand new.
I had to carefully take the CD out. Anyone buying a new DVD, CD, etc will know you have to be careful the first few times you take it out of it's case. It's sort of stiff, right? That's how this game was. I looked on the back. Not a single fingerprint.
I had just bought a rare game, brand new, for half of it's original price just because someone, while never playing it, just turned it in for quick cash. Man. Life is good.
Tonight dad's grilling. He's the master and grilling steaks and hot dogs. I can't wait! God, today's been great! I have a light step in my walk, and a smile on my face. The sun's shining, my plants are beginning to poke their small green heads through the loamy soil...
Can life get any better than this?
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P.S: Here is a picture of American McGee's Cheshire Cat to all of you who are not familiar with it.
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