Because it’s fun to blog when I have something to complain about, here I am again! Yay! I’ll lead up to my complainy bit with small talk though, so bear with me. (and that’s not a pun referring to Grizzly)
The last few days have been pretty good. I’ve been trying to be nice to townies and do favors for them. I fulfilled Barold’s fantasy of seeing who would win in a fight, me or a shark, by bringing him a shark and proving that it’s no contest: I win.
I’ve indoctrinated both Aurora and Grizzly into the fold by letting them call me Sparkles.
On Friday I had a small gathering and opened up Hanabi for the first time in ages. Two people visited and it was fun seeing Hanabi through new eyes.
Saturday was the Bug Off. Because Kokuto and I had attempted to go to the Ramen/J-Pop Festival in San Francisco I didn’t have time to participate and thus didn’t check in on the contest until after it had ended. I supported my townies and cheered for the winners just before the deadline.
After the ceremony I wandered around to say hi to everyone and that was when tragedy struck in the form of a staked out plot of land. It was in the worst spot ever, It cut into my path and into the little hideaway where my log bench sits. I was livid. It was pretty much the closest I’ve come to rage quitting in ACNL.
The villager moving in: Elvis. Little bit of trivia for you. Elvis (the real king, and not this lion) died on my birthday. Granted I was one a the time and not like he died and I emerged triumphant into the world, but there you go. I also really really hate Elvis. When an ex-boyfriend’s mother gave us an Elvis Christmas CD as a present I thought it was a joke. It wasn’t. So, me and the lion, we’re not off to a good start.
Today matched my mood. It’s raining and thundering. I have to go get signatures for Octavian’s valiant cause: “Learning to Shush” and I think I’ll try to go back and forth a few times to Kasen for it to drive up the visits.
I sucked up my rage and introduced myself to Elvis today, though I’ll admit I didn’t wipe my feet before entering his house.
I spent the better part of the morning trying to salvage Elvis’ landing spot. I’m pretty sure I failed, but I need a couple hydrangeas and some more pink roses before I can decide. The secret log bench is now exposed right next to Elvis’ house. Remind me to turn streetpass off. And not to wifi… (Even though Elvis didn’t come directly from either of the people that visited.) I’m gonna hold out for Marshal or bust next vacancy!