Chronicles of 7th Grade, week 16
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dmxratedDecember 13, 1998 (Sunday)
I really want to use the Christmas Carols that we sing in Sunday School as the end music in that game each time we sing one of them, such as “O come all ye faithful.”
Today in the second half of Sunday School, we were making a handprint, and we were supposed to keep one hand in a plate of cement for fifteen minutes. Everyone else complained that it was too cold, but I didn’t say anything. After we were done, I went outside, and I saw some little kid on the walkway. I thought she was a baby, and I gave her the finger. Later, she’s like “That’s my Dad.” I then ran into the woods, and then came back.
Tonight, I was playing Super Mario Bros. 2, but then later, Dad came in and started watching something. I left the Super NES on while he was watching TV. While he was watching TV, I asked him “When can I play?”
“Probably tomorrow,” he said. “Don’t expect me to be nice.”
Later, he did get up. “Here. You can play,” he said.
“It’s okay,” I told him. “You can keep watching.”
“No, I’m just being nice.”
I continued playing Super Mario Bros. 2. Later, while I was doing my Health homework, Uncle Dennis, Aunt Allison, and Cousins Dennis and Steven came over. I still had some homework to do, but they only stayed a few minutes though. Mom told me that they only came here to pick up a turkey.
Later tonight, Marie was playing Mario Kart 64 with me, and we were battling in Big Donut. I was calling her names and cursing at her. In one match, she was down to her last balloon, and she’s like “I’m gonna become a bomb,” so she drove into the lava, but since we were playing two-player mode, I just got a win. I kept cursing at her, and she’s like “Mom, Eric’s cursing at me.” Mom’s like “First of all, Eric, you are to watch your mouth, and second of all, Marie, you are not to tattle unless it’s and emergency, like he’s gonna cut his foot off.”
December 16, 1998 (Wednesday)
Today on the bus on the way home, I saw John and Anthony in a fight, so I joined them by throwing John on my seat and sitting on him. Soon, the busdriver came up to us, and I told him I didn’t join the fight. He knew I was lying, and I then confessed, but I didn’t get into trouble.
December 17, 1998 (Thursday)
Today, we had a full chorus rehearsal 8th Period. Reggie was changing the words to “Keeping the Dream Alive,” and I pushed his head with my hand and yelled “Don’t make us look bad!” at him. Everyone laughed. Later, Ms. Schimf was like “Sit up, uncross your legs, and start singing.” She then started playing “Solitary Snowflake.” In the end, she told everyone “This is the worst performance since the beginning. I thought it was gonna be the best. It changed from ‘Yippee!’ to 'Ppllbbtt!!! What happened?’” Mrs. B. was standing by the door, and Mrs. Schimf told her about my behavior.
“What do you have to say to Reggie?” Mrs. B. asked me.
“I’m sorry I hit you,” I said to Reggie.
“You hit him?” Mrs. B. said.
“No, he just went like this,” he said.
“And I’m sorry I yelled at you,” I said.
While we were walking in the hall to my locker, Mrs. B.’s like “Looks like you’re not going to New York City.”
On the bus home, Lina asked me to sing “Solitary Snowflake.” I sang the first part of it.
When I got home, I told Dad about what happened in Chorus.
“You’re not gonna tell Mom, are you?” I asked him after I finished.
“I am gonna tell Mom,” he said. “She’s your mother. She deserves to hear.”
I went inside and did my homework, and then later played Super Mario Bros. 2. James came over while I was playing Nintendo. He and Brian played Mario Kart 64, and I also played.
I kept playing Super Mario Bros. 2 after James left. Tonight, while I was playing the game, I heard Mom and Dad watching Beavis and Butthead in their room, so I turned it on in the living room and got Brian. Mom and Dad found out a few minutes later, and they told me to turn it off.
Back to the present.
Yesterday, Dad had asked Marie to vacuum. From what I overheard, she was apparently doing a half-hearted job with it, and he told her to take pride in her work. She told him that she's gonna write in her blog what a meanie he is, based on how she perceives I write about him in Co7G. When I came out of the bathroom, Dad teased her by unplugging the vacuum, and she's like "Do you want me to vacuum, or do you want me to vacuum?" I walked into the office with him, and he's like "Good joke, isn't it?"
"No," I said.
"It isn't?" he asked.
"If you did it to me, I'd punch you", I responded.
He then stood there and asked me to do so. I punched him in the rib, but couldn't hurt him much.
Coincidentally, Mom was reading some back entries of Chronicles of 7th Grade, and we looked at the entry where he and I had a dispute over chocolate milk and dinner (Week 12, part 2). Dad then said that the whole world knows, and joked that he did a bad job raising me.
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Ever since I was playing Super Mario World, I've noticed that the TV now has a tendency to sometimes go black and white. At the time, though, it only happened in certain parts of that game, and even then, just by turning it off and coming back later, the problem would solve itself. This also happened with Kirby Super Star, but yesterday morning, it happened when I was about to play Super Mario Bros. 2. I came back to the game later, and the color was still lost. To rule out the possibility that this was a console problem, I turned on the Nintendo 64, and the same thing was happening with Star Wars: Shadows of the Empire. I called Brian over, and he suggested that I jiggle the wires in the back while he watch the screen and let me know when the color's back. I did manage to get the color back with his help, so I know what to do from now if/when this happens again.
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Not that this is gonna make any difference, but here's one thing I'd like to clear up anyway, regarding a dispute Jake and I had about Parasitic Trio yesterday morning:
By "to simulate a game", I did not mean that the fic in question would feel every bit like a game, detail for detail. Rather, it would be like writing a novelization, but for a game that doesn't actually exist. Snowboard Kids, 2 Years On would be a fine example of this, as its summary follows:
This effectively is how a group of friends and I would write the plot for Snowboard Kids 3. What started as just a fun race at Dizzy land turns out to be a big event when Richard Maltinie is done with his arrangements...
So, even though things like experience levels and other parameters will be acknowledged (in their case, identifiable by a Pokedex), the actual fic wouldn't feel so rigid as an actual game. That's exactly the whole point of the fic: gameplay-like rules and aspects apply, but not to the point that it doesn't feel like a story anymore.
I really want to use the Christmas Carols that we sing in Sunday School as the end music in that game each time we sing one of them, such as “O come all ye faithful.”
Today in the second half of Sunday School, we were making a handprint, and we were supposed to keep one hand in a plate of cement for fifteen minutes. Everyone else complained that it was too cold, but I didn’t say anything. After we were done, I went outside, and I saw some little kid on the walkway. I thought she was a baby, and I gave her the finger. Later, she’s like “That’s my Dad.” I then ran into the woods, and then came back.
Tonight, I was playing Super Mario Bros. 2, but then later, Dad came in and started watching something. I left the Super NES on while he was watching TV. While he was watching TV, I asked him “When can I play?”
“Probably tomorrow,” he said. “Don’t expect me to be nice.”
Later, he did get up. “Here. You can play,” he said.
“It’s okay,” I told him. “You can keep watching.”
“No, I’m just being nice.”
I continued playing Super Mario Bros. 2. Later, while I was doing my Health homework, Uncle Dennis, Aunt Allison, and Cousins Dennis and Steven came over. I still had some homework to do, but they only stayed a few minutes though. Mom told me that they only came here to pick up a turkey.
Later tonight, Marie was playing Mario Kart 64 with me, and we were battling in Big Donut. I was calling her names and cursing at her. In one match, she was down to her last balloon, and she’s like “I’m gonna become a bomb,” so she drove into the lava, but since we were playing two-player mode, I just got a win. I kept cursing at her, and she’s like “Mom, Eric’s cursing at me.” Mom’s like “First of all, Eric, you are to watch your mouth, and second of all, Marie, you are not to tattle unless it’s and emergency, like he’s gonna cut his foot off.”
December 16, 1998 (Wednesday)
Today on the bus on the way home, I saw John and Anthony in a fight, so I joined them by throwing John on my seat and sitting on him. Soon, the busdriver came up to us, and I told him I didn’t join the fight. He knew I was lying, and I then confessed, but I didn’t get into trouble.
December 17, 1998 (Thursday)
Today, we had a full chorus rehearsal 8th Period. Reggie was changing the words to “Keeping the Dream Alive,” and I pushed his head with my hand and yelled “Don’t make us look bad!” at him. Everyone laughed. Later, Ms. Schimf was like “Sit up, uncross your legs, and start singing.” She then started playing “Solitary Snowflake.” In the end, she told everyone “This is the worst performance since the beginning. I thought it was gonna be the best. It changed from ‘Yippee!’ to 'Ppllbbtt!!! What happened?’” Mrs. B. was standing by the door, and Mrs. Schimf told her about my behavior.
“What do you have to say to Reggie?” Mrs. B. asked me.
“I’m sorry I hit you,” I said to Reggie.
“You hit him?” Mrs. B. said.
“No, he just went like this,” he said.
“And I’m sorry I yelled at you,” I said.
While we were walking in the hall to my locker, Mrs. B.’s like “Looks like you’re not going to New York City.”
On the bus home, Lina asked me to sing “Solitary Snowflake.” I sang the first part of it.
When I got home, I told Dad about what happened in Chorus.
“You’re not gonna tell Mom, are you?” I asked him after I finished.
“I am gonna tell Mom,” he said. “She’s your mother. She deserves to hear.”
I went inside and did my homework, and then later played Super Mario Bros. 2. James came over while I was playing Nintendo. He and Brian played Mario Kart 64, and I also played.
I kept playing Super Mario Bros. 2 after James left. Tonight, while I was playing the game, I heard Mom and Dad watching Beavis and Butthead in their room, so I turned it on in the living room and got Brian. Mom and Dad found out a few minutes later, and they told me to turn it off.
Back to the present.
Yesterday, Dad had asked Marie to vacuum. From what I overheard, she was apparently doing a half-hearted job with it, and he told her to take pride in her work. She told him that she's gonna write in her blog what a meanie he is, based on how she perceives I write about him in Co7G. When I came out of the bathroom, Dad teased her by unplugging the vacuum, and she's like "Do you want me to vacuum, or do you want me to vacuum?" I walked into the office with him, and he's like "Good joke, isn't it?"
"No," I said.
"It isn't?" he asked.
"If you did it to me, I'd punch you", I responded.
He then stood there and asked me to do so. I punched him in the rib, but couldn't hurt him much.
Coincidentally, Mom was reading some back entries of Chronicles of 7th Grade, and we looked at the entry where he and I had a dispute over chocolate milk and dinner (Week 12, part 2). Dad then said that the whole world knows, and joked that he did a bad job raising me.
-----
Ever since I was playing Super Mario World, I've noticed that the TV now has a tendency to sometimes go black and white. At the time, though, it only happened in certain parts of that game, and even then, just by turning it off and coming back later, the problem would solve itself. This also happened with Kirby Super Star, but yesterday morning, it happened when I was about to play Super Mario Bros. 2. I came back to the game later, and the color was still lost. To rule out the possibility that this was a console problem, I turned on the Nintendo 64, and the same thing was happening with Star Wars: Shadows of the Empire. I called Brian over, and he suggested that I jiggle the wires in the back while he watch the screen and let me know when the color's back. I did manage to get the color back with his help, so I know what to do from now if/when this happens again.
-----
Not that this is gonna make any difference, but here's one thing I'd like to clear up anyway, regarding a dispute Jake and I had about Parasitic Trio yesterday morning:
By "to simulate a game", I did not mean that the fic in question would feel every bit like a game, detail for detail. Rather, it would be like writing a novelization, but for a game that doesn't actually exist. Snowboard Kids, 2 Years On would be a fine example of this, as its summary follows:
This effectively is how a group of friends and I would write the plot for Snowboard Kids 3. What started as just a fun race at Dizzy land turns out to be a big event when Richard Maltinie is done with his arrangements...
So, even though things like experience levels and other parameters will be acknowledged (in their case, identifiable by a Pokedex), the actual fic wouldn't feel so rigid as an actual game. That's exactly the whole point of the fic: gameplay-like rules and aspects apply, but not to the point that it doesn't feel like a story anymore.