Deal or Die Trying

"One of the few constant facts in life is that you have to deal with life or else it will kill you. This is simply common sense. If you can not deal with the situation then your screwed. The art of warfare is moving opponents into situations they can't deal with. Either they deal or if they can't they die trying to deal. This is reality"
The General Rules of Combat

And so begins all manner of hell. All manner of hell I suppose starts two days ago, not yesterday, but yesterday was just as painful and starting there allows me to complain about life from a couple days ago. So we all win in the end, right?

Yesterday I went to the orthodontist. They decided that I didn’t have enough braces and so decided to put another one on one of the teeth they have brought in. They then used the same spring as before for a placeholder for one tooth when it was designed for two. Needless to say, my mouth hurts like crazy. However, it didn’t at the time (takes a couple hours for the pain to set in) and so I headed to future shop. Future shop wasn’t open at 9:00 in the morning however. I hiked to the bank and took out $80.00 to pay for my driving lesson. Hiked back to future shop. Still had to wait 15 minutes for it to open. Went in and gave the guy my laptop. The computer warranty ran out a week ago. The extended covers it but they have to send it to Toshiba, which means that I’m now without a laptop for 2 weeks. They replaced the game, which I surprised by. The refunded me 11 dollars to. In the time between purchasing the game and wrecking it (2 days) the price had dropped 10 dollars. Another brilliant event.

I went home and took some Motrin for the pain. Washed my car, which was uneventful, although wet. Tried to wash the windows but the Windex evaporated before I could wipe it off, leaving me with weird streaks. Went and ate lunch. The driving instructor arrived about half way through lunch, exactly half an hour early. We went driving, which I’m not sure was entirely useful. He corrected my lane position and helped me with my over steering but other then that he only told me to scan and do right shoulder checks. I felt like an idiot. He suggested more lessons. I couldn’t see why. The lesson was 85 dollars, which means I didn’t have enough to pay him. Said I had another lesson booked and I would pay for both at the Bestway HQ. Which gives me one more thing to remember.

Dad came home from his fishing trip with 2 big boxes of fish. We had some for dinner. Mom got angry with him because she thought he was coming back the day before and stormed out of the house. Summer is way to stress full for her. Went to Mr.Freeem’s and played warhammer. Space hulk, yikes. Played an elitist style of nids and got buried under bolter fire and termies. Hormagaunts destroyed termies however and the really expensive genestealers made a mess of the tactical marines. I spilt my army in half and went for the two separate objectives. I captured the engine room with hormagaunts and genestealers and used Stumpy with a barbed strangler to hold tactical marines at bay. Beat the librarian one on one to end the game due to the fact that even thought Stumpy was my only unit left I had captured the engine room, resulting in a win for me. Little irritated by Mr.Freeem’s librarian and fury of the ancients killing over 100 points worth of stuff by shooting through walls and Pokey’s inability to hit. Probably deserved to lose.

I suppose that stuff doesn’t really encompass the ideal of deal or die trying. No, the day before does that. I have to deal with the lack of a laptop mind you, but I can blog on my desktop. I just won’t be on MSN as much. Or most likely not at all, since this computer has issues with MSN. I’ll try and fix it, but no promises.

On the day before yesterday I logged onto MSN pretty happy. Ok, scratch that, very happy. While I had opened that day, and was fairly tired, I had gone with Mr. Medieval to the Brazil v. Spain soccer game. Brazil scored two early goals within two minutes of each other. Nice goals to. Spain then sunk an ugly one off a missed handball in the box. Two to one going into the second half. Spain scored another ugly one off a fast foul before Brazil was ready. Two all at the end meant two 15 minute OT. Spain scored a beautiful header in the first ten and then held it. With two minutes left they scored again, succeeding in beating Brazil, the favourites to win. We sat in the front row behind the player’s bench. A very superb evening and money well spent.

Opening at work goes poorly though. There is no way I’m going to be able to do this stuff by myself. Have to try without help on Tuesday and do it without help on Wednesday. I see failure and lots of it.

Anyways, I logged onto MSN pretty happy. And received a message from Miss.Emo, who of the three people I talk to on MSN regularly (Miss.Emo, Miss.Britt’s, and Miss. Tiff) was the only one online. We start talking per usual, the whole how goes the war thing. Were both AP English students although at different schools and we sling metaphors, sarcastic remarks, and emoticons at each other for a while. Miss.Britt’s logs on. And starts chewing me out. And I have no idea why. She’s angry with me because I talked to Miss.Tiff about what she said. I blink. I blink again. I’m fairly sure I haven’t done such a thing. In fact, I’m fairly sure the last time I talked to Miss.Tiff was a couple days ago. I try vainly to defend myself. Miss.Tiff logs on. I receive the usual pleasant greeting. Unfortunately, for better or worse, I’m more then a little angry. Miss.Britt’s is angry with me and I don’t understand why. And Miss.Emo won’t tell me, which isn’t helping my cause at all, since usually she’ll offer some sound advice. I suppose the irony is that usually I ask Miss.Tiff for advice, accept that she’s part of the problem. Or is she. I’m confused. Unfortunately I’m still angry. Which means my greeting is “What in the nine hell’s did you do?”

Miss.Tiff appears confused at first. I eventually work out that she emailed Miss.Britt’s telling her that Miss.Tiff and me were just friends, that I in fact don’t have a crush on her. I chew out Miss.Tiff. Why in the world did she do that? Because there has got to be something else to this to make Miss.Britt’s angry. It boils down to that Miss.Britt’s is angry at me for telling Miss.Tiff and that Miss.Tiff responded instead of me. I curse rotten luck, forgetting that the blog, my anger release point, has screwed me over. Actually that makes two tactical errors. When Miss.Emo asked who I would save from a burning building at 2 in the morning I replied Miss.Tiff. I based this on two assumptions. One was that I would rather have a friend then the girl I’m chasing who sadly I have no chance with and two Miss.Britt’s would probably be about as happy as me to die. Bad assumption I suppose. The fact that Miss.Emo told Miss.Britts, and the fact that I obviously should have said Miss.Britts makes it a tactical blunder on my part. I suppose I probably ought to have answered Avatar, but it’s all kind of irrelevant now. Deal or die trying, right? So I try hard to dig myself out of this hole. I apologize to Miss.Britt’s who decides she’s being hypocritical considering she runs everything past Miss.Emo and accepts that. She tells me not to be angry with Miss.Tiff, which is only slightly late. I quit yelling at Miss.Tiff and we go back to having a normal conversation. Sadly though, everyone’s motivations are a little fuzzy. Miss.Tiff cites that she wanted to create the argument so that it would force me to tell Miss.Britt’s I like her. This seems like an idiotic thing to do considering how much she pushed telling her in person. Oh the lovely irony. Miss.Britt’s cites Miss.Tiff is simply looking after my mental health, which in all reality I could care less about. Miss.Tiff agrees to this. I realize my mistake in the blog; writing with suicide in mind when I’m depressed has gotten Miss.Tiff worried. I suppose that is to be expected; in fact I’d probably be a little worried if she didn’t do anything about it. Should have seen something coming in retrospect. Managed to make nice with both Miss.Tiff and Miss.Britt’s. Miss.Britt’s was far easier then Miss.Tiff, who I’m still not sure has forgiven me.

So I guess the question becomes “What will I do next?” And this is a perfectly legitimate question. Obviously I have to find some way to apologize to Miss.Tiff. That is the most important event. Second is deciding what to do about Miss.Britts. Deal or die trying I suppose. Miss.Tiff put is eloquently when she said that she either wants me to go after her or give up, not sit on the fence and wait. Problem is that I’m to much of a wimp to go for it and to much of a romantic to give up. I suppose I’m screwed then however. So it becomes time to deal or die trying. Unfortunately without much communication this is going to be a little hard. Time to do something intelligent. I suppose I was hoping that summer was going to be a break from the mind games. More warhammer, less Daes Dae’Mar. Looks like I’m wrong. Free on Saturday, probably ought to try and get together with Miss.Tiff. Not sure what we’d do though. I wish Avatar were in town. Have to close tonight. Wow, only slightly avoiding the subject.

So I guess it comes down to a general rule of combat. Deal or die trying. And the question becomes, how in the nine hells am I going to deal. Time to go back to playing Daes Dae’Mar, to outthinking those around me. Two is too many tactical errors. Time to start thinking again. Time to go back to being cunning and sneaky and brilliant. And so with that, to war or something like it. Goodnight!