I've just come to the realization that I'm a game board whore. Seriously.

If the game is on sale I will probably buy it.
I stalk the aisles of all stores looking for board games.
If I see a game on sale in a store flyer, I will probably go out the next day to buy it.

Mind you, these games have to be ones I want; not just any random game will do.

The game that started this mess of thought was Trivial Pursuit Pop Culture. See, I was at Zellers and saw that it was 40% off so I had to have it. Except, when I scanned the bar code, it was regular price. Turns out that was last week's sale and I MISSED IT. Bleh. How? How could this have happened? With all my diligent scouring! So I didn't buy it. And now, I REALLY REALLY want it.

I've lost all self-control. I'm a board game buying addict. I have a problem. I need BGBA. Is there such a thing? Well, there should be!

So far I've accumulated:

Scrabble:
*regular
*travel

Monopoly:
*regular
*Disney
*Powerpuff Girls

Trivial Pursuit: I loooooooooooooooooove TP. Hee.
*Totally 80s
*90s Edition
*Genus 5
*Volume 6
*Baby Boomers
*Millennium Edition

Clue: I love love love Clue. Except no one will ever play with me. I wonder why that is?
*Simpson's

The All Canadian Trivia Board Game Millennium Edition: got this for $1. It's hard. It's very hard. All I know is the Red River (which is the answer to about a quarter of the questions). And only because I now reside in the 'Peg.

Cheap-Ass Games: These are awesome fun. And cheap.
*Before I Kill You, Mr Bond
*Unexploded Cow
*Kill Dr Lucky

Mahjongg: And I'm not talking about the cheesy solitaire game either. I love this game. I know, I've said that like 900 times already, but I do. I love this game.

Uno: Not technically a board game, but I'll include it anyway to help exacerbate my insanity.
*Elvis
*Care Bears
*Harry Potter
*regular

The Newlywed Game: I love this show. The game is just okay.

The Game of Life:
*Simpson's

Operation:
*Simpson's

Can You Beat Ken Jennings?

Tri-Ominos

Wheel of Fortune

Jeopardy

An Evening of Murder Party Game

Still looking for:
Cocktail-opoly
Whoville-opoly
Trivial Pursuit DVD Pop Culture
Trivial Pursuit Book Lovers Edition
Spree!
Witch Trial
Give Me the Brain
Cube Farm
Devil Bunny Needs a Ham
Get Out
Electronic Battleship
Magnetic Hangman
The 80s Game
The 90s Game
Word Sweep

So if anyone feels the need to buy me a Christmas gift, please, go right ahead.
Don't celebrate Christmas? I will accept a "You're the Best Blogger in the World" gift. No, really, I will.

I have no shame.

So I'm in class today. A class called Perspectives and Communication. Basically a glorified grammar course and officially the worst class EVER in the history of all classes that came before it and all that shall come after. A class designed to make you fail solely on the basis that you can never find anything that you need to find in the APA Manual.

So anyhow, I'm snuggly ensconced in a corner of the room, safe from the evil darting eye of the Grammar Nazi, MSNing with New Homeowner. During lecture, of course. Good forbid I should actually listen in class.

All of a sudden, in the middle of Grammar Nazi's lecture on the Library Cataloge (by the way, blogger seems to think catalogue is not a word and most definitely misspelled) and how to "Google" in this new "information age", I hear her say "Does anyone remember what a floppy disk is? Anyone?" A scant few people raise their hands, as I slowly and furtively slip my floppy disk back into my bag.

Oh. My. God. Where am I? How OLD am I? Just what the hell is going on here that NO ONE knows what a floppy disk is. Did I miss the flash drive gravy train or something?

Though come to think of it, I was in the computer lab the other day, and I totally heard this girl squeal: OMG!!!! Is that a disk you're using??? That is SOOOOO Old School!

As if!

Just so you know, this is what I look like when typing an essay.

Well no, not really. Let's amend that. This is what happens when I type an essay. (And never mind that it says Toffee Latte Macchiato at the bottom of the screen.)

Cowkitty apparently feels it is his indomitable right to lay across the keyboard and slap, with his gargantuan paw, any button he darn well chooses.

So my essay on human nutrition and its effects on obesity becomes something that resembles:

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meow North euw9thw3 America
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MEOW
exercise meow gore3yq0598yguh
zzzzzzzzzzzz*snort*zzzzzzz

Frankly, it's a wonder I've passed any of my classes!

(Okay, okay, fine. I wasn't writing an essay. I was goofing off. So what: THERE'S A CAT ON MY KEYBOARD!)

Citrusboy and I just split a Kit Kat Chunky. I looked at it, then I looked at it again. Then I took a bite just to test the waters.

It was completely solid chocolate inside. Not a speck of wafer to be seen.

Weird.