How the other half lives.

Now I don't want you to get the impression that all I've been doing is playing warcraft lately. I have been spending a lot of time playing a Draenei Hunter though (and his amiable companion Barry the Bear) and it's been...interesting.

The one thing I've noticed? The quests on the Alliance side have a bit more depth to them, but apart from that the sides are pretty much interchangeable. You get the same amount of douchebags, the only difference is that some of those douchebags I know in real life. And they play Horde. An example?

Thanks to the new Looking for Dungeon feature, you meet wonderfully random people whom you'll never have to talk to or even be nice to. One Scarlet Monastery run I met a priest who started off the run by saying "I'm going to fuck your bear if you don't keep an eye on it hunter."

That sentence pretty much defines everything I hate about random people. He has a name people, his name is BARRY THE FREAKING BEAR.

Oh, and he called my macros gay. Fucking Alliance prick.

Anyway, on the work side, it's been good. I guess. I've been doing a lot of what I call "someday" work. That means doing awesome work today that I will be paid for someday. There's that logo job I've got going (which is...I'll talk about it after I get paid) the Feminist Propaganda work and the occasional poster.

There's also this other job that I've been having some strife with the parental unit over. Like I said, some work is "someday" work, but when that someday is an unforeseeable day in the far future for a lot of work today I have second thoughts. Sometimes third ones too.

Finally, I leave you with an important thing I learned about myself this weekend. You can make out with someone all night, but if you can't dodge a little vomit you have no right being out there at all.

True story.

The spoils of Hard Work

This is a short post. Today I peeled too many potatoes to count, cooked chicken, entertained people, made and received many phone calls, and celebrated the birth of a dear friend.

It's a good kind of tired. Warm, glowy and fuzzy.

That's probably the alcohol though.

Here fishy fishy fishy

My mum and sister have vacated the premises for a while, leaving me at home alone.

So, to keep myself company and to rain love upon I have obtained a fish. He is very cool, although still a bit traumatized at the moment. At the pet store I had to choose between your classic goldfish or the angelfish they had. I had originally considered a goldfish, but after looking at the angelfish it was no contest. They're really graceful >_<

So the new love of my life is a little zebra striped angelfish named Fishsticks. He swims around in his little bowl and I talk to him about things. He's a very good listener. Also, I refer to him as a he but I have no idea what gender he is. Apparently there is no discernible difference between the male and female angelfish, and the only way to tell which is which is by watching them while they're spawning. Which I wouldn't do, I mean come on, give a fish some privacy.

I've never really had a pet of my own, so this is kind of a big responsibility. Yes, there was a pony that was given to me on my thirteenth (fourteenth? fifteenth? it seems like a lifetime ago) but I think my dad just wanted a pony and used me as an excuse. I loved Jimmy the Pony, to be sure, but he was never really mine and I wasn't really responsible for him. Also, he was pretty mean to me.

Once he managed to escape from our compound and ended up on television. Imagine our surpise when on the six o'clock news there was a story about "someones donkey or ass" (apparently no biologists were able to give their expert opinion) wandering around the carpark at the supermarket, harassing small children and shoppers. He was never the same after that, always acting like he was too good for us. Fame went to his head I reckon.

So yeah, I'm going to go check on Fishsticks now, is it too early to start teaching him tricks?

On the Radio...uh oh!

This song gives me the happy feelings at the moment. Also makes me think, hence the art.

Bring on the Beard!

The foolish friends have decided to have a beard competition. We're trying to see who can go the longest without shaving, there is monies involved. They are foolish because I am young and fancy-free. Therefore, will win. It is 3 in the morning.

Thoughts

Here are some of the ones I've been having lately.

Kniiiife Fight!

Lan Session at Wilsons was super fun. Pizza for dinner, Street Fighter 4 against Lawrence "Shoryuken" Cass, Gears of War 2 (in which we discovered that the Locust can ride other Locust into battle) and then we played PC games ^_^

I think the winnar that night (and the next morning) was Call of Duty's multiplayer. Even Apples played! She screencheats though, totally.

I didn't sleep all night. And the sunrise after a hard night of shooting pixels is quite beautiful. Even if it is just a gradient. Lack of sleep made me a bit competitive I think, I remember constantly checking the scoreboard toward the end, and trying extra hard to stay at number one >_<

Also, went to church on Christmas day, and my uncle (who was preaching) told the congregation about my e-card. Talk about being ousted in front of a crowd. Luckily I was sitting in the front, and tried to make the back of my head look as innocent as possible. Thanks for that uncle :P