"I'm sorry Sarah....but we have to pull the plug"

About three weeks ago something amazing happened. While searching for a dvd, I discovered that Andrew's old Nintendo was collecting dust in the corner of my basement (how he managed to leave just a jewel is beyond me). So anyways, I did what any girl would do and hooked it up and started playing 4-6 hours of Dr. Mario and/or Tetris a day. Before this, Willis and the Elliots had a Nintendo so my playing was somewhat regulated. When Erin and I studied, Dr. Mario was our reward for a completed chapter. When I would hang out with Will, I would sit in Dylan's room and play Tetris and he would usually play guitar or read or something. When he asked to play sometimes I would want to leave. Then he would throw the controller at me and say "no! play, play! Don't go home angry!". Needless to say, Nintedo is my selfish indulgence. For awhile, I had the novelty of knowing that I was the only person who could make the castle take off at the end of Tetris. Then one day I was talking to Willis on the phone and he was playing Tetris.
"Hey, I did really well, I didn't get the rocket.....I got a little space shuttle"
I knew what was coming....
"I....I....I MADE THE CASTLE TAKE OFF!!!!" (followed by loud cheering)
*click*
I was so angry and jelouse that someone had gotten to my level that I just couldn't handle it! I hung up on him. When he called me back I pretended that I was joking.

But I wasn't at all.

Anyways, I knew that my problem was getting worse when I started not taking phone calls or msn messages while I was playing. Then I started fighting with Allison when we would play Dr. Mario. WE have this thing we call the "Victory Dance" that each of us do when we win. One day Allison started doing it and I just THREW down the remote and yelled: "IF you do that DANCE again i'm NOT PLAYING!!!"
I had lost control.

So that evening I was in my bedroom reading and my dad knocks on my door. He enters. His face looks solemn and he's clearly nervous about something.
"Sarah...."
"yes?"
I was petrified, my Dad is never serious and when he is serious, he's talking about cars or the monarchy.
"We need to pull the plug"
"nooo"
"I absolutely forbid you to flunk your third year of university as a result of that....that...GAME"

So naturally, I ignored him.

But last night was by far the worst. I had this huge 8 page Shakespeare essay due and I played Dr. Mario on level 20 (where there are like 80 of those frigger germ things). Anyways, I was loosing repeatedly and I kept getting angrier and angrier (heavy sighing, feet stamping, fist clenching). I was angry with myself for three things: playing Nintendo when I should have been writing a research paper, loosing Nintendo, and not having the self-control to shut off that life-ruiner Nintendo set. Finally, after 2 hours, I beat the level.

Then I stayed up all night writing about Shakespeare.

I need to stop this.