Nintendo ds bs

Tony surprised me with my very own nintendo ds yesterday. This shit is bananas! I’ve been bumming off of my niece and nephew for who knows how long. I finally have my very own. For some odd reason, he assumed I would prefer the limited edition version and Pokemon of all things! Along with a huge pink carrying case, kung fu panda game & super mario cart. MEN!!

I appreciate his thought, although I still think it’s an attempt to shut me up for a few. Still, Pokemon, pink, kung fu panda? WHAT?! I would’ve preferred …

or any of it’s brain age affiliates

Last I checked, I was going to China!

Or maybe some sorta game that will occupy me for some time on the airplane without me having to pull my hair out or dislocating my fingers. I miss the good old zelda, mario, super nintendo games. OOHHH!!! I just found a travel kit, yay for travel necessities.

Speaking of China and Chinese
hahahha, Fa Kin Su Pah!

So for today’s reading…. I decided to read my freshman year history book. Hoorah for Republican National Convention. Don’t ask, I don’t know which political party I am in, for now I just party.

Back to the ds, what the hell! How the heck do I do a 4 power-slide turbo boost. I sat there youtubing this crap and I still can’t figure it out.

Mother! Gotta wait for my nephew to get back from 2nd grade tomorrow to teach me. He beats me in every game, damnit.