@ Louise - It's okay. She's starting to become more tame to my commands (insert evil laughter here)
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Entry 2 – Commitment Non-IssuesThank you for all the comments! I'm glad to see that I'm not the only one who's been struck with the Watcher plague. In Riverview, no one ever believes me when I talk about their conspiracies! Many of you are from the Valley, apparently. I guess it'll be on my places that I should never venture...oh, and @ AnglerofSteel007, I am so sorry. I never realized that one Sim could be used by so many Watchers.
Anyway, my observations continue. As some of you have guessed, the Watcher has paired me up with a man named Hal Breckenridge, of the local police department. If I had any Free Will (which she insists is high), I wouldn't touch that man with a ten foot pole. But here I am, asking of his eligibility for marriage.
In a quick interview I do for work, I learn that Mr. Breckenridge is quite a heartbreaker. He's commented on his prowl for women are amplified by his flirtiness and, by his accounts, a great kisser. He schmoozes them until he gets what he wants, and then moves on to his next target. Talk about prime father potential, Watcher. Well, he's also a Coward, which makes absolutely no sense as to why he's in the Police Department, but he says that his father had wanted him to be one, to keep family traditions going. My Watcher says that he'll probably need a SWAP when he moves in, but I can't even imagine wanting to be in the same room with this disgusting Casanova, let alone ...children. It's not that I don't like children, believe me. Just not for long periods of time.
In the last week, the Watcher has directed all of my attentions into wooing this man. I feel like there might've been better options (even my boss might've been better! Seriously!), and I kept wishing to work on my novel and read a book. But no, just woo, woo, woo.
She also told me to invite him over to my place. I think I may have failed to mention that this is a one bedroom house...
At least she allowed me the pleasure to rock my new Rocking Chair. After all that craziness, I needed to nod off and rest somewhere...
I ended up having this bizarre dream that there was an Alien on my front yard. Note to self: finish that Sci-Fi novel asap.
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It's Day 4 in my new house, and my Watcher's been kind of nervous lately.
The Watcher: You're not even romantic interests yet, Shells.
Constance: Well, his commitment issues don't exactly help with your crazy project. And also, my house went on fire.
I'm just a little tired. 'sides, when you use your Watcher Technology or Power or whatever to force myself to flirt with him, he tends to dislike it. And Shells? Really?
The Watcher: Constance isn't the best name to make a nickname out of. It's kind of a joke in itself.
Constance: Is your real name any better?
The Watcher: ...you better get to
constant romancing, Constance, before we have to redo this whole thing all over again.
Constance: And when's my book time? I haven't finished Where's Bella? Or The Adventures of Raymundo! My backlog is heavily increasing, you know!
The Watcher: When you have that child, you'll have plenty of time. You've only got five days left to get him or her. Now get to it.
She never informed me there was a time limit to this baby making thing! We've gotten to be 'Good Friends', I suppose, though we've only known each other for a few days. The only thing we've got in common, I think, is that we're both new to Riverview. This is a match made in the ninth level of --
Constance: You want to live here? I need some, uh, roommates for rent.
Hal: As long as I got a separate room for me and my honeys.
Constance: (to her...my...self) I hate my life.
The Watcher: Maybe I should've researched my options first...
Constance: You think? You really think so?
There's also pesky, non-romantic things, like paparazzi, and zombies. They said the zombies came when the moon reinstated itself in the sky...but paparazzi are eternal. Eternal annoyances, I mean. They came because of Hal's celebrity status. I guess he's famous for being such a flirt...
Not sure why he's thinking about about my coworker, Hannah Jones, though.
I'll admit, he's pretty good. At flirting, I mean, since he's not really good at anything else. He's charmed me at points. But not because I wanted to be! He's ...good with words. And being a bookworm, I like a guy like that. But that's it. Okay? I'm only agreeing to do this because my life and well-being are at stake.
As you might also have noticed, the Watcher looks over him sometimes. Thankfully. But most of the time, she uses me for romancing and...most things. But the main benefit I've got out of it is his celebrity status. The celebrity points help a lot, though I haven't gotten anything out of it yet. However, we've got to get down to business. We need that child and for that child to come we need to...um...
...it was...enjoyable. Like I said, he's good at what he does. But if he leaves eventually, it'll probably not affect me one bit. I feel nothing. Really. I just want my books, all my books...and maybe one more night with him...I mean I did not mean to write that Watcher stop stop
stooopThe Watcher: Hee hee.
Finally, on basically the last day this was possible (The Watcher: Actually, it wasn't!), a nooboo awaits. Finally. I can curl up and read and let Hal do whatever he wants...
I mean, after we do this...it was totally the Watcher's idea...stability is good for children, you know? Not that I couldn't do it myself. Surprised he even
agreed to marry in the first place. But he said something about how he always wanted to be friends first with a girl, and I was the first person who tried to respect him as a human and not some one to woohoo with. Guess he's more decent than I gave him credit for...
Since it's my 'dynasty', or whatever, Hal's actually changing his last name to Shelley. So I suppose welcome Mr. and Mrs. Hal and Constance Shelley to the married couples of Riverview. Breckenridge is just too clunky a name for me to have anyway.
...but you think that I haven't done rebelling? Thanks to you fine readers, I've learned that ugliness is a good way for Watchers
not to choose your household. Although, I wouldn't know why people like TheHandsomestBunch would wish to be used by more Watchers. Unfortunately, ever since she made over my wardrobe, and Hal is, um, not the ugliest man in the world, my future Heir is probably going to suffer as much as me, if not more, due to those requirements she spouts on about.
Thanks for reading! And someone send me a key lime pie,
- C.S.
Update:
His name is Gatsby. Gatsby Shelley.
