It's technically my birthday right now. Yay me! I'm seventeen now, which means I can buy more stuff than I used to be able to.
Jerks ruin everything. I was playing World of Warcraft and someone kept yelling at me for doing something that made sense and wasn't doing any harm. What he was APPARENTLY telling me to do was be long range when I am a melee fighter. >.> And when I didn't understand it, he kept yelling at me. So I'm done with World of Warcraft for a while. Great start to my birthday, jerk. That was after someone thought I was arrogant and snappy for one comment I made that was not meant with any malice at all and immediately stereotyped me and put me into a category of people he hated. Great night, guys. I might not interact with too many people from now on.
But, a funny story now. Apparently, some parents let their nine-year-olds play this game. Our only healer was one such person. His attention span showed it. We died maybe two, three times because he, the healer, wasn't healing. That made it very hard to not die.
Enough World of Warcraft jibba jabba. My dad's birthday was (technically) yesterday. My brother Jon and his fiancee came over for supper. For his birthday supper, he grilled turkey on our gas grill, which was aaaawesome! Man... Good food puts me in such a good mood.
Anyway, I'm going to go read a book I bought with my birthday money about assassins. Good night!
Jerks ruin everything. I was playing World of Warcraft and someone kept yelling at me for doing something that made sense and wasn't doing any harm. What he was APPARENTLY telling me to do was be long range when I am a melee fighter. >.> And when I didn't understand it, he kept yelling at me. So I'm done with World of Warcraft for a while. Great start to my birthday, jerk. That was after someone thought I was arrogant and snappy for one comment I made that was not meant with any malice at all and immediately stereotyped me and put me into a category of people he hated. Great night, guys. I might not interact with too many people from now on.
But, a funny story now. Apparently, some parents let their nine-year-olds play this game. Our only healer was one such person. His attention span showed it. We died maybe two, three times because he, the healer, wasn't healing. That made it very hard to not die.
Enough World of Warcraft jibba jabba. My dad's birthday was (technically) yesterday. My brother Jon and his fiancee came over for supper. For his birthday supper, he grilled turkey on our gas grill, which was aaaawesome! Man... Good food puts me in such a good mood.
Anyway, I'm going to go read a book I bought with my birthday money about assassins. Good night!
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