I actually thought of something exciting to rant about early this morning as I was rolling about in bed, half annoyed with the sun and half content with the languor of the residues of my sleep that didn't help my attempt(s) in getting out of bed.
Of course, that was cut short when my cellphone blared... only to be cut off half way because yeah, the battery's retarded. Eyes crusted with shit and all, there was really no way I could tell who called... and my phone, being my phone, has no memory of whoever called.
So, if you called me at 10-ish this morning, it's not because I hung up on purpose :p I would've called back... but I didn't know who to call >.<
However, I did try to induce the whole inspirational-roll-trying-to-get out-of-bed moment once again this evening as it rained. Getting to sleep was no problem; it's waking up to the sound of a crabby old neighbour screaming in hokkien that totally kills. And by the sound of it, she seemed to be beating a poor child on his/her head to death.
Or she could have been merely tenderizing meat to pulp on her prehistoric chopping board.
Who knows, really?
Oh, lately it's so quiet
I've decided that despite all my past bitching, ignorance is bliss and I've succumbed to the devil that is the Burning Crusade.
It's been two weeks or so since the WoW addiction has latched onto my will power with gigantic suction cups and have since refused to let go. Even though I may turn purple soon, I'm not 70 yet. Sadly. Levelling is so painfully slow I do believe everyone else's alt is going to beat me to 70.
Doesn't help that you have to level in that shithole called Nagrand (take a guess what level I am! :P). Yeah, awesome. It's the crackwhore version of Stranglethorn; kill thirty of this, kill thirty of that, run all the way south when the quest giver is up north in some decrepit hut, kill thirty more of this blah blah crap bullshit and then you have that agony of a trampoline quest. The dev that came up with the idea (wrote the algorithm, whatever), needs to have his brains examined, fingers hacked off and degree revoked.
Or maybe, which is possibly true, I'm just really bad.
Did I mention the rep grind I have to look forward to when I hit 70?
And I despise Blood Elves. So very, very much.
On another note, what is it with people who've got pride SO HUGE and nasty it ultimately destroys all forms of logic and sanity? For fuck's sake, if you don't know something... just say you don't know. If you made a mistake, just MAN THE FUCK UP and admit it.
It doesn't make you any less of a person just because you don't know something or made a mistake... but when you cover that up with little lies that eventually catch up to you and bite you smack in the ass -HARD-, then it's a whole new ballgame.
I sound like a broken recorder... very reminiscent of the whole e-mistress drama which I believe was madder than the Mad Hatter at his own tea party. But I digress.
Speaking of which, I used to know this guy (past tense usage is recent too!)... and really, don't ask me what's wrong with him because even though I'd love to share, I really don't know what happened to him.
He went from an intellectual, much-liked CAPABLE young man to a UNBELIEVABLY disappointing, irresponsible, disrespectful, dishonest sack of shit.
Maybe he had a lobotomy sometime in the past year or so, who knows? Boggles the mind really, the gaping chasm of irresponsibility he created and hovered in. Then again, maybe it's the pride issue (see statement in the paragraphs above). I'm more inclined to think it was pride... especially when it came to financial issues and the whole "Mom, be proud of me" syndrome.
Look, I understand you don't want to be a disappointment to your mom/parents/relatives/uncles/pet dog but I don't think that gives you a right to fuck the people you're around 24/7 at that point in time over either. Ugh, still can wrap any logic around how as long as you're not a disappointment to your parents, screwing everyone else over is "OK"?
It's not like none of us tried to help. Apparently he was too good for our help.
Anyway, back to Nagrand to elevate my goat killing status.
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Sean Sean Tan;
sarcastic wordsmith, dirty in oh-so-many ways, fun-loving IE-hating CSS worshiping markup "engineer", anime-styled arm flailing expressive communicator, proudly self-initiated member of the cult of milk and caffeine, snotty pink crayon lover, tree hugging hippy organic designer, pole dancer wannabe, swing-a-ling lindy hopper, rabid arcane mage/bitchin' disc priest/annoying resto druid--sometimes spazzy, often giggly, always loud.
20% sugar, 80% kink.