Sims 2... and Lock Out

The Sims 2
Ok, so my blogging went to pot because the Sims 2 came out and I am totally addicted. Not really surprizing...I knew it would happen. However, I am a bit more addicted than I'd like to admit... just like with the original I am becoming caught up in the simulated lives of people I create. I haven't killed any of them off yet, but I've had a great deal of fun with the growing up process! :-D
Lock Out
Oh, now to the second part. Amanda and I took a walk tonight and ended up getting locked out of the house. It was really quite amusing and we ended up over at Alan's house talking to his Dad. Alan (the older) was very cool about the whole thing, I knew he would be. He's an amazing individual really. I've always had a great deal of admiration for him. Anyway, he played some of his compositions for us and we had a great time of being locked out. Then I came home and called Alan (the younger) and it was one of those conversations where I felt like I was a total bitch because I had said something that lead him to believe something that got him into some financial trouble. This of course being piled on top of car failure, computer issues, job issues, and of course the good old fashioned school issues. At the end of the conversation I felt like Alan was basically telling me that I don't really give him the support he needs because I'm too far away and there is nothing I can do to help him anyway. This of course made me feel pretty much like shit, nobody wants to be told that they suck at doing the only thing they thought they were any good at. So, yeah...I'm doing something about that. Hopefully it will be helpful rather than being just another motion that screws things up. Heck, I don't know. Maybe I really am a failure at supporting people. I never seem to do that great of a job anyway. If I get myself involved I usually screw things up. Bleah, that sounded whiny and I didn't really mean it to. I guess I just took it a little personally. Then again, if I told Alan that he sucked at being supportive I'm not sure how he would react either. I guess I'm being hyper-sensitive about it. That's nothing new. I'm hyper sensitive about everything :-P... Ok, rant over.