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2009-08-27 10:58 p.m.

I'm an advocate of owning up to things. I'm competitive. I admit it. I get irrationally but genuinely angry when I lose/am losing - in any situation, whether it be just a game or real life.

I think the only time I've ever really been mad at Christina was during a high stakes game of Cranium. She was supposed to hum the theme to Baywatch, and confidently bounced up to play. She realized that she had imagined the theme to Beverly Hills 90210 in her head, and couldn't for the life of her remember the Baywatch theme. Her face went from pompous to blank and ended crestfallen in twenty seconds, and she spent the rest of the time sitting on her hands, helpless. I must have nervously chewed my lip to pieces as I looked contemptuously at her and the timer taunting me. Later I cheated to try to make up for these painfully lost points. Christina and I have never really gotten in a serious fight; it's a running joke that we have literal misunderstandings between us. We hear the wrong thing, or interpret the wrong meaning from innocuous, passing words. Luckily we usually realize our mistakes quickly and laugh it off. Thus, the seriousness of the Cranium debacle.

For some reason, my edge gets worse with friends than with strangers. This isn't to say that every time a gameboard is open in front of me you become my frenemy. Nope. You become my enemy. I'm only a small percentage of kidding.

I'm trying to think of how I can dilute this entry and not sound so malicious, but again, good to be honest and cop to it, innit?

Some people have since figured out that all it takes to get me to do something is to present it as a challenge. Cap ou pas cap? I don't remember who, but someone once remarked with some disdain, "You are really into food contests, aren't you?"

Nothing like a little competition to get me moving. I'm going to really try now.

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