How are you?
"Don't want to sound like a fanboy, but I am with you. I'll buy it for sure, it's just a matter of for how long I will be playing it..."
- Silvast, Battle.net forums
It is by caffeine alone I set my mind in motion. It is by the beans of Java the thoughts aquire speed, the teeth acquire stains, the stains become a warning. It is by caffeine alone I set my mind in motion.
And if I could find some god damn tin! 
Now I'll be chilling at home, and attempting to get at least 25 over the weekend for my warrior.
I level slow.
I'm feeling kinda fuzzy. It's not bad, but it still feels unclean. THIS MUST BE RECTIFIED.
(This may have been another excuse to camwhore.)
Faz, you're upset because your kung fu skills are going to waste. Maho, you're irritating everyone.
Faz, kill Maho.
Nice work, Rodent King, what's so exciting?
Sentow, did you ever quit your bad job?
Vorbis, how's college looking?
MrGains, no.
But thanks for asking. 
quote:
Zaeron wrote this stupid crap:
I have work in 8 hours and 20 minutes. And my girlfriend should have been online about half an hour ago but was not. I am blah!But thanks for asking.
WHO ARE YOU WHY DID YOU POST HERE NOBODY KNOWS YOU WHY WOULD YOU POST HERE DO YOU JUST GO INTO PEOPLES' HOUSES THAT YOU DON'T KNOW AND GO IN AND SEE WHAT THEY'RE DOING AND MAYBE HAVE SEX WITH THEIR WIVES IS YOUR GIRLFRIEND HOT AND WHAT'S YOUR JOB DOUBLE CHEESEBURGER, I WOULDN'T HIT IT BUT MARADON WOULD HE'S PRETTY FUCKING DESPERATE
quote:
There was much rejoicing when Mr. Parcelan said this:
WHO ARE YOU WHY DID YOU POST HERE NOBODY KNOWS YOU WHY WOULD YOU POST HERE DO YOU JUST GO INTO PEOPLES' HOUSES THAT YOU DON'T KNOW AND GO IN AND SEE WHAT THEY'RE DOING AND MAYBE HAVE SEX WITH THEIR WIVES IS YOUR GIRLFRIEND HOT AND WHAT'S YOUR JOB DOUBLE CHEESEBURGER, I WOULDN'T HIT IT BUT MARADON WOULD HE'S PRETTY FUCKING DESPERATE
I was doing pretty well, although this kind of gave me a shockupo 
Disclaimer: I'm just kidding, I love all living things.
The fastest draw in the Crest.
"The Internet is MY critical thinking course." -Maradon
"Gambling for the husband, an abortion for the wife and fireworks for the kids they chose to keep? Fuck you, Disneyland. The Pine Ridge Indian Reservation is the happiest place on Earth." -JooJooFlop
It was nice to just blow some time away.
I'm real excited about it, but sorta sad to see my teenage years dwindling by so quickly.
10 hours a week outside of class just to make business decisions for our fake company. I didn't sign up for this at all. 
quote:
nem-x had this to say about (_|_):
I'm not liking BUS453 at all.10 hours a week outside of class just to make business decisions for our fake company. I didn't sign up for this at all.
Better than MA404-C where you get shafted as the Producer of your groups film because you were sick and have to do all sorts of monetary calculations and discover the class will cost each of you around $500...
quote:
Mr. Parcelan had this to say about Duck Tales:
WHO ARE YOU WHY DID YOU POST HERE NOBODY KNOWS YOU WHY WOULD YOU POST HERE DO YOU JUST GO INTO PEOPLES' HOUSES THAT YOU DON'T KNOW AND GO IN AND SEE WHAT THEY'RE DOING AND MAYBE HAVE SEX WITH THEIR WIVES IS YOUR GIRLFRIEND HOT AND WHAT'S YOUR JOB DOUBLE CHEESEBURGER, I WOULDN'T HIT IT BUT MARADON WOULD HE'S PRETTY FUCKING DESPERATE
A lurker, I felt like it, I don't care, I was bored, no, no, ick, yes, answering service, what?
quote:
Sentow, did you ever quit your bad job?
Not yet, but it's coming, man. Upper management has had a pretty bad attitude in general about my return to school. I only get 6 or 8 hours a week, even though I could do 15+ easily (at times when there's otherwise minimal or no coverage at my position). This was kind've cool at first, since it gave me a chance to get acclimated... aclim... get used to being in school again, but the hilariously small paychecks are going to catch up to me eventually.
Plus, I'm a 23-year old fat male college student who likes video games, fantasy epics, and Warhammer. I work at a place where 98% of the employees are either hot young college girls with no interest in dating me -or- old women with hobbies that include knitting, QVC, and rambling on about their grandchildren with retarded names. After a day of that, I'm so sick of humanity in general that I don't even want to be around people I DO like.
Oh yeah, and It's-Not-OK-To-Be-Single Day is in less than two weeks. I've never liked this holiday, but it's just agonizing when I have to work here. Last year one of our cashiers called her husband and literally demanded that he buy her flowers for the occassion.
...
FURTHERMORE, our clientele have all gone insane. People in line have started bitching about being sent to cashiers who DO NOT HAVE A LINE. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, over.
I'm praying for the day some dude comes in and accosts one of the female employees in front of me so I can unload some repressed anti-customer hostility.
Anyway, short answer: No.
Seriously though, where can I find some Tin in the Stormwind area? =\ Sentow, Maybe fucked around with this message on 02-05-2005 at 12:44 AM.
quote:
Sentow, Maybe wrote this stupid crap:
Seriously though, where can I find some Tin in the Stormwind area? =\
I should think Westfall has some.
Edit!
I am doing pretty good. WoW is good. Resume for a possible second job is in. Got an $.80/hour raise recently. Can't complain! Though I am missing the family Super Bowl party Sunday due to working 6PM-Midnight. Alaan fucked around with this message on 02-05-2005 at 01:02 AM.
I get to go to a Vs. Pre-Release on Sunday.
Then I get to be lazy for the week.
Then I ge to sit in a chair and get 100 bucks on saturday.
Then I'm going to hang with a friend.
Then I ship to boot camp.
You poor poor girl.
Fuck it.
*makes a neopets account*
Alaan, sounds like you're pretty stable. Just never mistake stability for happiness.
JooJoo, I think I'll go to Chili's tomorrow. I enjoy their bonless buffalo wings.
Aani, sounds like a good idea.
Trent, if it's leaking important stuff, might want to get it checked out. If it's just tearing up, though, no big.
ECP, you will fail.
Pvednes, give me your Australian women.
Nicole, ye shall write a grand tale and give it to me.
Therefore you fail.
I want to kill my Software Engineering group for all being fucktards.
Other than that, same as usual...summer is approaching, which means I need a job or I go back to Kansas, which will probably drive me totally insane.
Once upon a time (because fuck it, I have no better beginnings) there was... a man. You can call him whatever you want, but I shall call him Trent, because that's the first name my finger fell on and fuck I'm too lazy to think one up.
He was not a rich man, nor a poor man, nor a happy man, nor a sad man. Not terribly strong, nor weak, nor was he courageous or timid. He was almost normal, in almost every single way, except one: all his body parts were sentient.
This was a boon in some respects, as it turns out his feet were the reincarnation of opposed masters of kung-fu who had committed wrongs in past lives, and I mean, jesus, what do you have to do to get reborn as a FOOT. However, it also posed some very real problems. His left hand was a sassy gay black mama, and his right hand was Hitler. Jeez, that has to make dinnertime conversation uncomfortable. Not to mention the inevitable wank desire. Some were gentle body parts, such as his left eyebrow, who spent many afternoons reading to children in parks, and some were mean, such as his buttocks, which spewed acid. And Trent spent many years in company and chaotic harmony with his body parts, talking to them, forging alliances, and using his magic genitalia as cheap pickup lines. But one fateful day, it all went wrong.
For Trent was, despite all that was right but peculiar in his life, unhappy. There was something missing, something he felt was lacking in his existance. After a long period of soul-searching, he found out what it was: boobies. A quick trip to the plastic surgeon, and that was all fixed, but for one problem. His boobies, like his other body parts, were sentient. And they hated him.
After many days of struggling with his breasts, he eventually came to the conclusion that their hate was baseless and, unfortunately, unfixable. They raged and fought against him at every turn. Whenever he tried to cop a feel of his wond'rous new appendages, they would jiggle, droop, and on rare and painful occasions, invert, which wasn't so much painful as really quite freaky. His nipples would sing odes to crack cocaine when he passed policemen; his right breast grew a long, black beard and claimed to be Rasputin; they attempted to lead a mutiny of his chest hair against his head; they wiggled and wobbled and stretched so much that they eventually looked like skin-colored fruit roll-ups. By the end of a week, his breasts had exhausted him... but Trent was torn, for he loved those breasts, and did not know what to do.
It, like all bad stories, ended up in therapy, which showed some initial progress, but then the breasts realized the true depth of their hatred for poor Trent, and rebelled by splashing in his morning cereal and playing his penis like a one-note xylophone. Late one night, they showed the ultimate rebellion, when his long-suffering left boobie grew so angered at his presence that it exploded, showering Trent with a viscous mass of blood, saline and nipple. His misery, it seemed, had reached a new low.
Fortunately, though, saline-covered uni-boobs were the right breast's secret fetish, and Trent capitalized on this to gain a new understanding of and friendship with his one remaining boobie. His life afterwards was pleasant, and he eventually moved to a house by the sea, where he eventually died when his nads, inspired by the noble sacrifice of his mammary, declared jihad on his brain - and succeeded.
But that is another story and shall be told another time.
quote:
Mr. Parcelan had this to say about Pirotess:
Nice work, Rodent King, what's so exciting?
I got home tonight at 6:15 from work, and began playing WoW. It's now about 5:15 saturday morning, and I've gotten up 3 times to make a pizza, and two bathroom breaks. Along with playing WoW, I've been watching a bunch of anime I recently got in a big box of it that was waiting for me as I got home.
(Infinite Ryvius is 
)
I recently got up to 29 on my priest, and I was able to take this picture during my time tonight:
The image of me dancing in a Michael Jackson-style with an alter boy, while playing a priest class, had me rolling on the floor laughing.
Now, I've got another 6 to 10 hours of leveling to get done, I'll keep everyone updated.
And i'm allowed to go drinking tonight.
The first issue of my school's paper released. I was complimented on doing a good job as managing editor by many people.
I currently am sitting on a 3.758 GPA that will increase a good bit after this semester. I'm going to be aplying to the University Honors College soon.
And I have been together with my girlfriend for...3 and a half months now. Day after Valentines day is 4 months. Things have been great between us.
So, I'm very happy now. How are you?
I go to work in less than an hour. Saturday, at Subway.. Glee! Who knows what surprizes will be in store. At leats its only four and a half hours.
Only good thing to look forward to is that I have the next two days off to rectify an entire week of doing nothing at all. Not even playing very many games! Imagine that, a game geek not playing games.
Summary: I still feel good, I mean.. It could be worse! At least I'm making money~
Got my license back two weeks ago, which is awesome. Bought my dads truck off him for $500 +the cost of getting a few things fixed(84 Dodge ram 1/2 tonne).
Still having fun with WoW, it's a rather amazing game fyi. Started playing Call Of Duty online again, that's a fun one. Just finished a game at 21/9 kills/deaths 
That's about it. So things are decent.
