This Is So Embarrassing (A Story About Me)

I have to tell this story on myself.  And it's so mortifying.

(deep breath ... here we go)

I killed my car battery yesterday because of my Candy Crush addiction.

(okay, that wasn't SO bad)

Candy Crush ... the game where you try to match up similar candies to beat the level and progress to the next one ... the game that has taken over my life.  Specifically level 35.  It's straight up killing me.

Who ever would have thought that such a silly game could be so dang addictive.

What happened, you ask?  On my lunch break at work, I decided to go run an errand, and before popping into the store, I thought, heyyyy -- great time to whip out the iPad and play a quick five games to see if I can beat this horrid level. 

Yesterday was warm, but I was running low on gas, so I just turned the car on enough to keep the AC running but not the engine.

Bad move, people.

After losing those five games, I noticed my AC wasn't as cool as it once was, so I went to crank up the car to get a little bit of cool air.  Um, wouldn't crank.  Just click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click.  I muttered a few select words and knew exactly what I'd just done.

If you follow me on Instagram (@alizadventures) then you saw a photo of me with my new Triple A pal, Jose.  Want to talk about impeccable timing?  We'd just renewed our AAA membership last month after letting it lapse for maybe half a year. 

Jose was great.  He told me I had beautiful eyes, and I asked him for a deeper discount on a new car battery.  He said no.

And $117 later, I was all set to go back to work with my brand new, non-discounted car battery.

Obviously the battery was probably on the weak side to begin with, but my Candy Crushing definitely drove the stake in its heart.

I shouldn't be surprised that I'm all over this game, given the fact that I spent 87% of my freshman year at Furman playing Snood.
  

Once I even missed class because I lost time playing Snood.
I wish it weren't true.

Missing a class at Furman, a teeny school, isn't like missing a class at a "normal" university.  We didn't have classes of 300.  My typical class was 12-30 students.  Sometimes less.  Missing class was the equivalent of skipping school in high school -- your teachers always noticed, your fellow students were afraid you were on your deathbed, and you BETTER have a good excuse upon your return.

My middle sister once diagnosed me with Addictive Gaming Personality and I took offense because of how horribly geeky it sounded.  But after yesterday ... hmm.

Please tell me I'm not the only one?!

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