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OMG 80!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I participated in the battle for Wintergrasp the other day. For those unfamiliar, it is a giant lots of people PvP battle to control an area in Northrend. Apparently everybody who participates is level 80, as opposed to my at the time measly 75.

By the way, leveling past 60 suckssss without RAF.

So anyway, the whole thing lasts about 30 minutes, and you die about 20 times overall. Once I realized you can make tankzorz the whole battle got a bit easier, though I still died like a noob. Our efforts, of course, were useless, Alliance defended Wintergrasp. Alas, perhaps next time.

So anyway, more important things. I started messing around in Freeworld3D, which is AWESOME. Terrain mapping is sofun! Apparently I’m like, actually good at it or something, which is kinda awersum. It’s just fun, digging ditches and making big cliffs. Then eventually someone will come in with some models and put trees and stuff in it. Eventually it’ll be playable. Fun. My very first terrain was a snowy field with patches of dead grass. Very emo of me. I’m working on my very first full-size terrain with intent for play. We’ll see what happens lololol. I’m switching over to Bryce, because apparently it sucks less.

Today the servers are performing super maintenance or something because apparently stuff went wrong. Le sigh. I’ve been gone most of the day at class, I wanted to get to level 79. I also wanted to do some super farming. I’m so patient when it comes to that stuff, not to mention my luck skill is OVER 9000, that I should be making oodles of gold. So how come I’m sopoor? ; ;

Today, however, is more about the atrocity of something I witnessed earlier this afternoon. Now, I know this has nothing to do with video games, and it really only applies to ladies, but LEGGINGS ARE NOT PANTS! I saw one girl in particular, out of the two today who were demonstrating this fashion sin, who was wearing knee-length black leggings. They make your thighs look ginormous, your knees knobby, and the lower half of your legs super pudgy. Just don’t do it, you look dumb as hell. Girls apparently think it’s a new retro 80s trend, but as much as I like a lot of old fashions, this one died for a reason. Put it back in it’s grave and move on. You’re not exercising, you’re not in a yoga class, you’re in public. Put on pants.
I rest my case.

Hokay, so I did nawt plai much of teh WoWz tonite, mostly becuz we cleend teh whoole apartment aftur teh piepz burst, but I turned in a few questz and maed it to 63, jes. Took me two quest turn ins and a butt-load of stupidbutt Bog Lords, which, by the way, NEVARRR drop those stupid squiggly things that you’re supposed to bring to some little wussy guy. Riddle me this: How come when you kill Zebras for their hooves you only get them once in a blue moon? Don’t all Zebras have hooves? (I don’t mean real Zebras, I mean the WoW Zebras) And shouldn’t all Bog Lords have their little squiggly thingys on them? And in the quest log, it specifically says that the little brat wanted them in order to prove how many I killed. BUT! I killed sooo many of them, and he only knows I killed six. Laaaame. I should have gotten sooo many squiggly things in return. I’m just sayin…

In other news, aside from my unfair return of squiggly thingys which resulted in my demise at least once, I am also playing Rune Factory! Such a fun game, in case you were wondering, they literally made Harvest Mood with butt kicking involved. It’s a bit tough, you have this weird Rune Power that no one really explains to you, at least in the beginning, because heck if I know what that jazz is all about. It depletes pretty much anytime you do anything, and quite frankly, I’m not sure if your rune power increases as your level increases, which basically means you kill five things and then have to go rest up, which you can only do once per day. I think the game was specifically designed in order to frustrate the poo out of me. All I want to do is court some sexy, rural, country chick and grow strawberries. Is that so much to ask? I didn’t think so.

And Puh-leeeeese Rune Factory. Why can’t you just give me the dumb hammer already? I have the axe and the scythe (or sickle? I prefer scythe) and the… other.. thing….. yeaah. So why can’t I have a hammer, too? I need it for hitting things, maybe getting ores? For… stuff? I JUST WANT IT, OKAY! >.> I have talked to every townpeeplez in the whole town at various times of the day and all they’ve given me is useless words of encouragement. Le sigh.

Tonight was a gewd night for teh gamez. I WoWed all day again, as I had been my entire MLK jr weekend. I had to hang around the apartment today, even though it was a school day!, and wait for the maintenance guy to show up and fix the burst pipe in the kitchen and turn the water back on. Long, sad story there.

Anyway, burst pipes aside, teh gamez were grood. Got another three levels today… I think. It’s getting hard to keep track since days of gaming kind of just merge together in the brainz. I finally got to do some Burning Crusade dungeons! — I hate them. I hate doing dungeons through the dungeon finder now that I’m above level 58 because you seem to ALWAYS get slotted with a DK. I HATE DKs. (That’s Death Knight, for those of you not familiar with teh WoWz) Everyone I have partied with thus far has had no idea how to play their class. What I believe has happened is that they are most likely between the ages of 12-16, probably young boys, and finally hit level 55 on their Orc warrior and said, OEMGEE, IZ TIEM TO GOW N PLAI TEH KEWL DETH NITE NAO because all they seem to do is spam buttons and take aggro away from the tank, who then struggles to keep aggro himself, all the while, the poor shaman healer is fighting her slow healing wave cast time to keep everyone alive while a group of level 60 elites destroy the party. *ahem* Pardon me for that rude declaration of probable truth.

As I was saying, I got to run the Burning Crusade dungeons, which, aside from the minor setback, are all pretty cool. I honestly don’t remember the names of either dungeons we ran, my head is pounding from a migraine. (I love WoW so much I fight physical pain to play) We ran the dungeon where some jerkfaez yells at you the whole time, which in my opinion, is just a little bit rude. Something about his blood, I don’t remember, as I said, I was fighting to keep the DK and pally boyfriend alive. The DK always made it out alive… the pally… yeah, don’t sit next to the tank when you’re the healer if you don’t think you can keep everyone not DED.

The point is, Outlands rocks!, even if I have to be a scrub again. It’s way worth it to be low-level in Outlands than high level in Lamezville McNobodysthere Land. And Outlands is way cooler looking than most Horde places in Azeroth. Hellfire is not really pretty, but Zangarmarsh is all blue and hazy and stuff. We took a picture there, too! If you ask me, it’s adorable. Tomorrow I think we’re going to have a picnic there. … What?

Huggles atop Giant Shroom

A wonderful thing happened last night. I became level 60! Big whoop, you say? Well, as I am but a lowly noobie in the world of WoW, this is my first character I’ve leveled up from 1 all the way up to the big leagues. It feels good. Or shall I say, grood.

Teen Girl Squad!
I want to be What’s-Her-Face.

I had ventured into Outlands once before on a Death Knight, which are way overhyped, by the way, when I had the old account of the boyfriend’s friend who said he was never going to play again, but as even more of a nub, I was hopeless. Also, as Alliance, I was even more hopeless. FOR THE HORDE! So I wandered around wondering what to do with myself until I gave up and went back to my level 30 Draenei shaman.

But! All hope was not lost! After spending roughly 48 hours leveling up my new shaman, we made it to Outlands. Now, had I been soloing, even if I could have somehow kept the RAF bonus (that’s Refer-A-Friend- 300% exp from kills AND quests!), I would have taken at least twice the time. Following a Paladin boyfriend who has had 5 years of WoW experience boosts your productivity by about six kajrillion percent.

Needless to say, I’m proud of myself. One does not simply walk into Mordor. Er, Outlands? Er, yeah. Basically I’m pimpin now and don’t you forget it!