The reason we didn't buy DDR was because we don't even have a playstation 2. Of course, there's a playstation 3 coming out soon so they won't even make ps2 games anymore after that. We have a bunch of ps1 games, but our ps1 is broken. We could play the ps1 games on the ps2, but the thing is, our games are mostly copied, so in addition, we have to buy this card in order to play it... which is hard to find, because they are kind of illegal, so I'd have to buy it from an independent store... however, all the independent stores are closed down because of the nonindependent store... They took away all the costumers.
Anyway, the ps2 itself cost 150 bucks, and that's only one controller. We'd have to buy a second one eventually, that's about 25 bucks. Also need a memory card, another 25 bucks. DDR game is 40 bucks, and one pad is 20 bucks... but we need two, so that's 40 altogether... So we're looking at 280 bucks altogether... and my mom thinks that it's a waste of money to buy a 200 ps2 (ps2, controller, and memory card), when we're not even going to get other games. I was actually thinking that I should bring the ps2 with me when I go to college... and that I would buy more games... there goes that idea. Anyway, I don't think $280 is that bad... I got a fucking ticket for 340 bucks. Meh... maybe if I hadn't gotten that ticket we could've bought that ps2... *sigh*
Anyway, it seems that we're spending a lot of money lately anyway...
Since today is my brother's birthday, I was actually hoping that he would be home... but he's friend came and took him away. Isn't it sad that he's only 10 and he's spending his birthday with a friend and his father rather than with family? I was so angry when I heard that, but I don't even know why. I guess I finally know how my mom must've felt when I started celebrating my birthdays with my friends... but I was 15 then! And anyway, my parents never bought me any games for my birthday. Oh well, I suppose it's cause I don't ask. That's the difference between my brother and I. I keep things like what I want inside, while my brother tells my parents and have them buy it for him.
I guess the real tragedy is that my parents believe that I don't want anything... and if they do know that I want something, they would never know what it is.