I'm Sick,oh and i'm not feeling well either

okay well wednesday around noon i had a really bad headache, when i woke up thursday it felt like i was hit by a trolly. my body was sore, i blacked out, couldnt really swallow and had just no will power to do anything or eat anything. 20 hours of hibernation later its friday and my headaches gone, i have a small apetite, but my throat really hurts. i went to the doctor's and she told me to open my mouth to see my throat. as soon as i did shes like Yikes! this is a woman who deals with sick people all the time and im a yikes, so then i had to get blood work done. it was my first time and it was sooo scary. i get to find out whats wrong with me at 3 30 though! soo yeah to my fellow buddyfoote writers, thats why i havent been in school and probably wont be on monday

Album Reviews.

I was browsing through my computer today when I decided I want to bring back my song review section, but for the moment I have a better idea. I’m going to make an album review section. With that being said I am going to give the first of what I hope is a long segment. Let me know of any albums you want reviewed!

Artist: My Chemical Romance

Album: The Black Parade

I first heard of this band when I was in 8th grade, which was like 4 years ago. I liked them at the time but then I have this bad habit of not liking a band the more successful they get. So I started to get kind of tired of there dark punk sound. Then "The Black Parade" came out and I bought it. I so badly wanted to hate it I really did. Instead I found one of the best albums I ever heard. It is an album following the death of a man.

The album opens with a decent track entitled "The End". By the end of the song you notice this is a different band from the past 3 albums. Ray Toro and Frank Iero’s guitars are spot on. However, it doesn’t take a genius to realize Gerard Way does not have the best voice in the world. They cover it up well on this album. The album blends nicely with the next track, which is one of my favorites.

Dead! That is the name of the next song, and it sounds punky off the bat and then it hits you with a wicked intro-guitar-solo by Ray Toro. The bands new drummer is a pretty good addition as you will notice in this song. The verses are pretty good as is the chorus. After awhile it gets a little repetitive. The trumpets mid-song kind of annoy me but the following solo is great. The outro is one of my favorite parts, closing the song with a powerful line (If life aint just a joke then why am I dead?).

The next song is This Is How I Disappear. The guitars save this from being one of the worst tracks on the album. The verses and chorus are both kind of dull. The bridge is amazing. From the vocal part to the raw guitar that can be heard after. After another chorus you go to the next song.

The Sharpest Lives is one of my favorite songs on the album. It echoes "To the End" off of the previous album. The verses of this song are really good. The pre-verse makes me laugh with what sounds like a deliberate "Blow Me". The second verse is my favorite part, lyrically and musically.

Next comes Welcome to the Black Parade. It starts off with piano and vocals, its okay, just a little boring. Then it kicks up and reprises the lyrics but heavier, the great thing about this song and album is just how grandiose it is at times. This song has heavy Queen influences. The guitars and drums in this song are spot on. When the song kicks up into the second part it has that familiar pop-punk sound, but with good guitar carrying it there. Lyrically this is a strong song, and Gerard Way’s vocals come off rather wall. The first chorus is alright. Then it goes to the second verse, which is a great verse. (So paint it black and take it back) I personally like the second chorus more than the first because of the change in a line. That line being "And though your broken and defeated, your weary widow marches on." Then it gets to a great part of the song. The bridge with great guitar and vocals. Then the anthematic yell of "I Don’t Care!" After that is the chorus again and it closes out with the bridge lyrics. It makes up for the god awful follow up track.

I Don’t Love You is the name of it, more like I don’t love this song. Its bad. This is why Gerard Way needs to be paired with heavy instruments. His annunciation is very annoying in this song. The only good part is the last line of the chorus. "I don’t love you, like I did yesterday."

The next song is great, House of Wolves. It’s a rock song that sounds like a swing song. The intro is great and so is the singing. The chorus is a little dull. The bridge of this song is amazing. It has a powerful fast song that gets your heart racing. However, like Welcome to the Black Parade, it has a weak follow up song.

Cancer is a mediocre slow song that I believe was included for 2 reasons, it is important to the story line and it is a break between the intense songs surrounding it. That’s all I have to say about that.

The best track on this album is next. It proves that this band takes risks. Mama is an amazing song. It makes me think of Fiddler on the Roof. It starts off with despair (Mama, we all go to hell). The second part of the verse picks it up a bit. The chorus is a little weak but its perfectly fine. The second part of the second verse is AWESOME. You just have to hear it for yourself. After the chorus is a great revision of the first verse. After that is a big powerful breakdown. It is similar to This Is How I Disappear. After that is Liza Minnelli lending her vocal talents followed by a great closer to a great song. (Raise your glass high / For Tomorrow we die)

A good track is next. Sleep. It starts off with a cool recording accompanied with piano which picks up nicely. This is one of Way’s best songs vocally. My favorite part of this song is the ending how it picks up yet puts you at ease.

Next is the arena rock song "Teenagers." It’s a pretty good track. It’s catchy and repetitive with some decent lyrics. Vocals on this are great as are instruments. Kinda reminds me of an Oasis song called Cigarettes & Alchohol. I love when he yells "All Together Now!"

I pretty okay track is next. Disenchanted. It starts off with acoustic guitar and vocals and its best part is when it picks up and the first couple lyrics. (It was the roar of the crowd that gave me heartache to sing / it was a lie when they smiled and said you won’t feel a thing.) I do like this song but not a lot happens in it.

Famous Last Words is a powerful song. Its gets you angry and hopeful. The guitar is amazing in this song. The chorus of this song is defiantly the main focus point.

The album closer is a hidden track entitled Blood. Its funny and entertaining.



There you have it. Despite very very very minor flaws, it is one of the best albums I have ever heard and is defiantly a must own. I listen to this album a lot and it is just amazing. This band is gonna be around for awhile

Album Highs :
Dead!
The Sharpest Lives
Welcome To The Black Parade
House of Wolves
Mama
Famous Last Words

Album Lows:
I Don’t Love You
Cancer

Parade Politics

Hey hey, hey there. :) I guess it is about time I type up an entry. For the most part, school, chemistry, and being a part of the play occupy most of my time which leaves me with little "blog-time." However I'm on my little Spring/Easter Break now so I have no legal excuse. I like being busy like I've been, because I know if I wasn't I'd have TOO much time on my hands, but I don't know. xD Well I mainly want to focus this entry around my time at the St. Patrick's Day parade last weekend, which was a blaast!

It was last Saturday, and pretty much was all day. There was an extra big hype because Democratic Presidential Candidate, Hilary Clinton, was scheduled to attend. I think her being there was a big deal in the area. I was extra excited because I figured even more people would be there, and I may have said this before, but I extremely love big crowds at big fun events, like the parade. I think it adds more excitement to my experience, haha. :D I got up early and went to the mall for awhile beforehand as the streets grew more and more crowded. Everybody was dressed in green and political signs were being given out for either Hilary or Obama. I was never offered an Obama one..so I'm not sure where people got those but it was exciting. Not to totally support any particular person/side, but I like Hilary and I think just her running in general is history in the making so I really wanted to get a nice picture of her that day. :) I think the parade this year was one of my best times going, if not thee. :P I saw a lot of friends I knew, was not totally freezing out on the street, had a good spot, and yessss eventually did snap some good photos. :D

For some reason this blog is ending up rather short. Most of my blogs have decreased in size lately. :P Anyway, I'd like to share some of the photos I took of the parade, but forgive me because I am not much of a photographer but I think some are decent, hehe. :)

Here are some cute irish dancing girls:



Horses!



My best picture of Hilary, herself! :D :D I even got the sign, without realizing it!



It was so tough to get close up and grab a shot. I was literally in mob after mob. :P I say that because I chased her three times down the street until I got my perfect picture. :) It was nuts, people all over, secret service staring you down with guns in their trenchcoat pockets, police rope holding crowds back, and everything. :P

Example mob: [if you look hard enough you can see Hilary squished in there somewhere. :P]



What a fun day. :)

I have a large chem assignment to finish up over my break. AP Chem is quite a challenging and time-consumingclass. I'm pretty sure I'm going to go for it, take the AP Exam in May for that class. I'm 99.9% sure I would not be interested in pursuing a chemistry/science related major/job in the future, but the fact I worked so hard in chem this year and dedicated so much time, if I did not step up to the challenge and attempt that major exam, I'd feel the purpose of me in that class would be defeated. Totally and utterly defeated. I have nothing to lose, except maybe some dignity if I fail, but I like challenges, especially scholastic-related ones, and I'll admit I am curious myself how I'd score. Good or bad, I don't have extremely high hopes, my life doesn't depend on it, but I guess we'll see how it goes. :)

Aside from that, I have to choose classes for my senior year really soon. I've been thinking about it over the last week, and I feel like I am getting fed up with a lot of stuff. Some days are worse than others, but I don't know, stuff is really bothering me. And no, not the stuff you may be thinking of it, even more stuff than that stuff. :P I am stopping.

I just remembered something and it made me really happy, actually, haha. So off that topic. I bought a fancy brand bikini yesterday. It was such a good sale, such a bargain, and I loved it. See it was interesting yesterday because I had a dentist appointment and was shopping beforehand when I found the suit and I didn't have time to try it on so I was stuck. We had to leave but they said it could be returned if it didn't fit me so it was bought and in my hands it went! :P It is so cute, it is black with white polka dots and red along the side. It is just the kind I wanted too. :D It fits me as well. (: When I was at the mall before the parade last week, I drooled at all the cute new styles in the fancy stores, now I have one myselfffff! =) Cannot. Wait. For. Summer.

Have a Happy Easter. :)

The Encore

if my day is a concert, this is the encore. when i thought it couldnt be worse, i took my dog out for it to do its buisness and those 2 dogs FUCKING MAULED IT! i had to chase them off screaming my brains out. i brought the dog in and now shes bleeding, shes an 18 pound terrier, those were 200 pound dogs. we called the police but NO ONE WAS THERE! if i wrote a poem or song about this day it would be called "A Slander, a Mauling, and a Bottle of Jones" im drinking some jones soda to calm me down. fufu berry flavored... mmmm.... happy ending Kyle XY season finale tonight. i need some opinions, should i miss school tomorrow on the basis that today was so bad?

someone call the ambulence

Come one Come all, i just had the worst day of my life. it is hard to explain without first exlaining the parties involved. there is me, i am running for class vice president but am not taking it too seriously. there is Kid-S, he isnt taking it seriously even tho he is running, but his friends are. there is Kid-M, Kid-L, and Kid-J. Kid-J basically says what happens and M and L just follow along mindlessly really.the really sad thing is that in elementry school i was M's friends and i stuck up for him when kids made fun of his stutter, sure i could have called him a retard and a hillbilly because he kinda kissed his cousin, but i never did. L has never liked me, it doesnt hurt that me and L liked a girl at the same time and she picked me and is still with me. J i kind of feel bad for, because i know a little bit about his family, he lived with his gramma, got kicked out, lived with his mom, got kicked out, i think now he lives with his dad until he gets kicked out and most of the time hes with L, they could be gay for eachother but that is neither here nor there. J L and M all started making anti-me posters, saying stuff like im lame, i hit girls, im gay, and the best was that im an attention hog. now this J kid has done this most of my life and how can he call me an attention hog when he yells out in the middle of class more than me, and is even making posters and putting them up everywhere. i started getting these violent urges all day. like should i punch him, i didnt. the worst is even some of my friends laughed at the posters. i felt kind of betrayed. when i was on the bus with this kid, he rested his head against the window and all i could think of is that i could kick him in the head and he would be seriously hurt, and im a peaceful guy. so i get off the bus and expect an easy walk home. yes? no! FUCK NO! i had 2 dumbass piece of shit dogs following me barking the whole time, i kept thinking "holy Shit it better not bite me" so i finally made it home amidst the fear and anger. i get home and i just yell. at the top of my lungs yell. then i throw my backpack and shoes, take off my shirt, throw that, throw 3 chairs across the dining room, go upstairs, punch an old decoration toy chest, tackle a fake tree, then i go into my room. i walk in and slam the door. then i push my matress against the wall and through my computer chair at it. yelled some more. and almost threw my guitar. but i didnt. now i feel a little better in the wake of my rage and devulging information. if you want to know what this feels like, take permanent marker and draw an x on your face. so that even when it washes away you still have the red from where you scrubed and scrubed until you could clean your face. i dont like it, but thats what its like to be me. heres to hoping this never happens to you. cheers!

/Life.Of.Foote\ -- Saturday Adventures

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For the past few Saturdays, my friends Darrin and Craig as well as myself went out to a variety of places to spend our morning hours. However, this Saturday I decided to take my camera along for the ride to record some invaluable moments. However, Craig did most of the recording as he's the most interesting and random cameraman that I know of personally. This Saturday, we decided to return to one of our previously visited locales -- a well-known restaurant in Wilkes-Barre known as 'The Crackerbarrel'. This selected video only highlights our drive to and from the restaurant, with some interesting conversations and sights. With the exception of shaky camera syndrome, curses, and filming others without legal consent, as well as possible 'boring' moments to you individuals out there who only watch things that are worth their time, this video was a very good production of what it's like to live our lives. And honestly, isn't that what a blog is for? When I'm in my mid twenties and I return to this blog entry (if the site still exists, hopefully) to view this video (if 'Blip.tv' still exists, hopefully), I'll be quickly reminded of our crazy antics and adventures we had together. Like it or not, it's here. It's tangible. It's reality.

Enjoy, and have a good one.

Poem: "The Mountainside Grave"

About two weeks ago, the student teacher for our Advanced English III class asked us to write a poem that somewhat mimicked the dialect of the poems of 17th century England and would include literary devices such as apostrophe, simile, metaphor, paradox, symbol, etc. My production, with the aid of my friend Matt (this was a group poem project), was the poem titled "The Mountainside Grave". The poem was successful. Not only did it earn us 100's, but she entered it into a small contest in which one of her AP English classes voted for the best poem. Two poems tied -- ours and one other; however we won with the best effort made toward our project. The reward: five bonus points on our recent test. On the side, I created a self-analysis of the poem (which wasn't required), which I will include below with the poem itself. I hope you enjoy the poem and understand its meaning. Enjoy!

“The Mountainside Grave”

Alas hear my final dying words
Frozen in time amongst mine rocky grave
Cavern trekked not two-thirds
To obtain the bloody gem thou crave

Three suns rose, have I set here
Warming my freezing passionate heart
Visions form of thou upon the pier
Farewells said before mine ship did part

Mine soul troubled by the dull fire
Precious pearl not yet born of womb
Father abandoned thou, do not admire
The traitor dreaming away to doom

One night prior a knapsack was found
Food n’ drink extinct to the bud
The rocks laughed from the ground
Their energies supplying mine blood

The blood gem flutters cross mine scope
Yet the diamonds reveal thee rounded form
Protruding abdomen like a mountainside slope
Hiding mine child, from winter storm

Oblivion reaches toward mine decaying living shell
Take me now to glorious heaven, or away to blood-shed hell!

Self-Analysis

Brief overview: The speaker ventured off on an expedition to the Alps in search of a prized gem. The speaker left behind his pregnant wife. The speaker only entered a cavern to begin a search when a rockslide trapped him. With the few materials he has, the speaker manages to survive for three days. During this time, the speaker reflects on the individuals that mean the most to him -- his wife and unborn child. The speaker feels guilty and believes he is betraying them to Death, as at this time, he knows that death is inevitable. The speaker addresses his wife and unborn child in the poem, which he wrote on a scrap material he had around the fire he created. In the last couplet, the speaker is so pained by the agonies of starvation, dehydration, and frostbite that he actually wants to die.

Stanza 1: The speaker creates the setting in this stanza. He lets the reader know that he is not in a good situation by the lines “final dying words” and “rocky grave”. In the last two lines, he is telling the reader that he barely trekked the cavern when the rockslide occurred, and then informs the reader of his objective: to obtain the prized gem.

Stanza 2: The speaker states that he has been set in his ‘grave’ for three days now. Even though his heart may be freezing from the elements, he is warming it up by thoughts of his beloved wife. He can mentally picture her the best from their last confrontation -- when he was leaving on the ship from England and she was on the pier waving farewell to him.

Stanza 3: Even though the visions may be welcomed by his heart, they trouble his soul. By the fireside, the speaker reflects on his unborn baby. At this point, the speaker is overwhelmed emotionally, knowing that death is inevitable. The speaker is so troubled that he comes to believe that he is a traitor to his child. The child will grow up fatherless while the speaker is ‘enjoying’ his time with Death.

Stanza 4: The speaker then mentions a side story on how he found a knapsack on the second day. The speaker hoped that the knapsack contained food and drink, but instead nothing appealing to the bud (taste buds) existed within. At this point, the speaker is somewhat hallucinating, and believes that the most ample object in the dwelling, rocks, are mocking him for his folly. The speaker ignores them, and instead believes that they are supplying his blood with nutrients that food or water would do. In this, the speaker is at a desperate point of survival.

Stanza 5: Continuing in his hallucinations, the speaker sees the prized gem float by in his sight. However, the many sides of the gem outline the figure of his pregnant wife. He emphasizes on the only detail the outline depicts to him -- the protruding abdomen that houses his child. In the last line, the speaker states that the womb acts as a shelter for his child from the elements -- which is a direct reflection on the wishes the speaker hopes for; to be in a warm and safe place.

Stanza 6: The speaker writes down his final words before death. At this point, the speaker feels that he is soon to die. He feels the force of oblivion tugging at his soul. Due to his pains from starvation, dehydration, and frostbite, the speaker wishes to die in the last line, and states that he doesn’t care where is final destination is -- he just wants the struggle to be over with.

Eragoin's Journal #1: Whelpling, GSI Meeting, and Raiding 101.14

'ello mon! It be Eragoin here, reportin' to ya from ma headquarters in Da Broken Isles. Honestly, the whole troll accent thing doesn't cut the cheese for me. Sure, we may talk that way, but us trolls need to push past that barrier and write like some noble human living in the rich quarters of Stormwind -- wherever that may be. I hate getting mail from my buddy trolls and I can't understand a thing they say because it's written with the worst grammar. C'mon guys! Didn't you learn anything in the Orgrimmar Academy? I guess Mrs. Blackeye didn't cast hellfire on you enough.

I'm here today to tell of an epic tale that involves yours truly. Okay, maybe it wasn't epic, but it sure was to me anyway. I guess that's all that matters. Ah, don't bite my stylus! Oops, I have a tendency to write down whatever I say aloud, so please don't mind that remark. I don't have an eraser on me. My new pet is sort of irritating me. All I hear are flapping wings reverberating throughout my ears and I can barely concentrate -- hence my poorer than usual grammar usage. Ah, yes. I received a new pet today. Even though it looks fearsome (yet cute), it can't aid me in battle. I'll have to keep my rare saber cat, Rhornin, for that task of combat. Before I reveal what my pet is, let me tell you of my legacy of trying to obtain this . . . thing.

I was walking through Orgrimmar for exercise (I've been gaining weight from eating too much grilled squid) when I passed by the bank and noticed that I had mail. I reached my hand into the mailbox and felt a large bulky object. It was composed of a large bundle of papers, bound together with mageweave string. The weekly newspaper, Warchief's Digest, arrived. I eagerly pulled out the bundle and scanned the front page. Nothing interesting. Alliance raid killed twenty peons at Razor Hill, Cairne Bloodhoof had a child, and the Health Department for the Horde! issued a warning that the sludge in Undercity was building up in the canals. What else was new? The most interesting article was that Durotan's ghost was sighted in a bikini off the coast of Westfall, splashing in the water among the murlocs. The following article then stated how the journalist who published the above article was beheaded on the account that his false claims offended Thrall. However, in the economy section of the newspaper, a notice was printed on how a rare item was said to be held by the blue dragonflight members at Lake Mennar in Azshara. The item was in fact believed to be a caged whelpling that the dragonflight were experimenting on with artifacts that were found in the old Highborne ruins. The article went on to say that adventurers should seek out this pet before Azuregos finds out what his kin are up to, and would possibly kill the young whelpling to put an end to their experiments. Also, it stated how the Horde should obtain this pet before the Alliance finds out about it and retrieves it first. I threw the newspaper aside, ran into the bank to retrieve my armor and weapons, called my combat pet Rhornin to my side, and ventured off to the forgotten lands of Azshara.

Once I arrived in Valormok, I realized how stupid I was not to find out directions to this lake that the article mentioned. I asked the locals, but they were too arrogant and asked for gold in return for an answer. I wasn't going to be weak and ask for directions by paying up (a tip that every man should apply), so I called my black war raptor, mounted up, and went off to . . . somewhere. I never felt so lost in my life. I was ganged up on by nagas, pinched by crabs, clawed by giant flying two-headed things, and pounded by some large rocky mountain giants. It wasn't fun. Night was falling. I was tired, exhausted, and beaten up. I nodded off to sleep while my mount did the venturing for me. I started to dream of my love, when all of a sudden . . . 'Splash!' I woke up in a large puddle of water. My raptor fled, due to its extreme fear of water, and my pet Rhornin rushed to my side. I didn't care, really. I could've fell fast asleep floating in that lake . . . lake!? I looked around at my surroundings with newly awakened eyes and realized that the crater I was in was indeed Lake Mennar. I could tell based on the description that the article had: Old ruins litter the environment of the lake . . . and indeed they did. All of a sudden, I heard a grunting sound. My pet sprang into action. I turned around and saw a large blue reptilian-like creature marching toward my party in the lake. It had a large spear and wielded strips of plate armor. With the light of the two moons, I could see the multitude of razor-sharp teeth that lined its mouth. Rhornin bit and clawed at the strange creature. With instinct, I pulled out an arrow from my quiver, grabbed my crossbow, and fired away. Then repeated the process over and over. The blue scalebane was doing its toll on my pet, so I channeled the energy to heal my pet. Then, I sent an arcane shot directly toward the chest of the fiend. This didn't do any fatal damage, but it only made the dragon aware of my presence. However, my dual steady shots did the trick, and the dragonspawn marched toward me, spear pointing directly toward my heart. I had to act quick! I slapped myself in the face, and fell down into the lake, feigning my death. The gullible dragon believed that I killed myself. Therefore, it turned around and resumed its attack on my pet. I sprang up from the lake, charged toward the fiend, and struck it in the back with my axe with the power of the raptors. The scalebane fell. The victory wasn't easy, and I was able to conclude that these dragons were elite beasts. Thankfully it didn't spray me with the fire that burns within it, like the fantasy books used to say. Wait, weren't there different types of dragons? Ah, I forget. I examined the corpse for any possessions, but only found a handful of silver and copper and some freshly cooked meat that it must've been saving for later. This dragon wasn't the one holding the whelpling, but there were probably many more left to kill until I found my prize. I took a quick nap, awoke at dawn, and charged at a mageweaver. Only I wish I knew that I would be fighting here for days.

How you doin'? Looks like ya got some blood on yer face there. Lemme get it for ye, with ma axe!

Four different types of dragons dominated the surroundings around the lake. Mageweavers, Scalebanes, Magelords, and Dragonspawns housed themselves in this secluded area of Azshara. Day after day, I repeated a usual routine. Wake up at dawn, kill until dusk, and then go to bed. Occassinaly I broke up the mundane ritual by taking any worthwhile items that I found from the dragon's corpses to the auction house in Orgrimmar. Let me tell you, the only thing that kept me going were the pretty pennies that I was making from successful sales. I feared that I would put the blue dragonflight of the region into extinction, but after days of killing them, they just seemed to be coming back from the grave to avenge their death. Honestly, I swear I counted over two thousand kills once. Two weeks passed until today. Today was the day that would make my life happier.

I was starting to get bored with this constant fighting of the same enemy. I was starting to doubt the claim of the newspaper. I mean, this was the same paper that said that Thrall's father was catching some rays and eating some murloc fin soup in Alliance territory. C'mon! Sometimes a blood elf paladin or a orc hunter would stop by to kill some, but they soon left after a few kills. I began to get really nervous of retrieving my prized treasure when a human mage came onto the scene. The Alliance knew about the whelpling! If the Alliance flocked here like they do when somebody informs them that the Horde is raiding somewhere, then I knew that I would have a crowd here soon. I slew the dragons faster, looted their corpse, skinned them for their leather, hide, and scales, and went onto the next one in record timing. I became so used to looting them that I was surprised when I saw a rather bulky container held by one of them. A new item. It happened a lot, especially when a rare weapon or piece of armor was found. But this wasn't anything that could be wielded. It was a cage! And inside the cage was an azure whelpling, begging to be let free. I rejoiced at the sight that filled up my scope! I quickly opened the cage, and to my joy and surprise, the azure whelpling did not flee from me, but rather stayed by my side as if I tamed it. I had a new companion!

Picture of my new band. From left to right: Eragoin, Blu Glu, and Rhornin.

I had the azure whelpling. Finally. And it was mine. Temptation to sell the lil' cutie for hundreds of bags of gold at the auction house soared out of my mind. I couldn't break the bond that the two of us had. Our souls were bound as one now. Let me tell you, I couldn't have been happier leaving Lake Mennar for the last time, riding on the back of my raptor while my azure whelpling fluttered closely behind me, avoiding the whipping tail of my mount. I'm not going back to Azshara for a very, very long time.

Quite frankly, I obtained Blu Glu, which I named my whelpling based off the ice cream brand created by those goblins at Mirage Raceway that they discontinued, right before my guild, Gnome Squishing Inc., had a scheduled meeting. I couldn't bask with Blu Glu in the rays of the sun for long, as I had to stop off at the auction house, repair my armor and weapons at the local gunsmith, and fly to the inn at Ratchet for the meeting. I was the first there, of course. I had nothing better to do with my spare time now that I had the only thing that was my goal. I got drunk off of some ales at the inn, took a nap on a straw bed laid out on the floor, and started to dream of my love, when . . . "Eragoin is a jerk." I jumped up, wondering who said my name and described me in such a rude manner. There in front of me was an orc hunter. His tusks shined in the firelight of a nearby torch, and I realized that I forgot to receive my monthly waxing.

The crew discussing politics over a few tubs of mead. New candidate for warchief? I don't think so!

This orc was one of my fellow guild members, Urcuzyoda. Behind him in the background, I noticed a female blood elf who was another guild member, Esotericsyn. May I add that the guild meeting was only for the ranks of high warlord and up, and there was only a handful of us at the meeting. Others that came included Tyregen, the guild leader, Hoogie, the co-guild leader, and Tatankh. Sorry if I forgot somebody. My mind isn't the best. In this meeting, we discussed possible guild events, such as a triathlon, scavenger hunt, lottery, instance runs, and raids, bank access, in which we voted to give the peons of the guild access to the first tab of the guild bank, and discussed recent guild conflicts that have been happening. All in all, it was a very successful meeting, until . . .

The sirens rang in Ratchet. Or at least, the siren mute to the ears of the Alliance. To the Horde, it stated that our people were being attacked in the town. Tyregen quickly rushed out of the inn. I followed him, including the other members of the party. A night elf hunter was causing trouble in the streets below the cliff that housed the inn. Tyregen, Urcuzyoda, and I were powerful enough to take down this opponent in only a few hits. Yet, the night elf's spirit kept on combining with its body, even after death, and he prolonged his rage to attack a few more of our people. The meeting was disrupted a lot because of this foe, and others came to help him, including a very strong hunter. However, Gnome Squishing Inc. saved Ratchet from these fiends. The bruisers of the town, however, kicked us out for fighting, so the meeting was forced to end.

The raid group on the ship heading to Rut'theran Village. For the Horde!

Sadly, the most epic portion of my tale of today must fall short. My hand is numb from holding this writing stylus, and let me tell you, three fingers isn't easy to write with. Tyregen, Hoogie, Urcuzyoda, Raizar, another hunter from the guild whose name begins with an 'H' (blast my poor memory!), and several other recruits we picked up on the road went on a raiding spree! We gathered at Splintertree Post in Ashenvale and marched to Astranaar, the local night elf community, to raid the town. We pretty much burned the town to the ground, killing every night elf that came into our path. All of the guards of the town couldn't bring us down in wave after wave of attack. Once we were successful at this destination, we continued down the road into Darkshore where we planned to raid Auberdine, and then take a ship to Rut'theran Village outside of Darnassus, which resided in the great tree of Teldrassil. Well, that sort of worked out. In Auberdine, we were ambushed by two strong hunters and a rogue. We weren't wiped out by them , however, and instead killed them whenever they came into reach of our position on the docks, where we waited patiently for the boat. Once the boat came, we flocked on it to venture off to Rut'theran Village. It was strange, however, how the boat had no crew or captain. Once we arrived at the village, we fought some guards and pushed our way toward the portal that would teleport us to Darnassus. However, between the guards and the citizens of Darnassus, we were overwhelmed, and butchered by their blades. All in all, it was an amazing time, even though we died.

Blu Glu: I shall call them, Mini-Mis!
Eragoin: How original...

I shall conclude this journal entry with a picture. The picture on the left shows an army of Blu Glu's in Shattrath City. Don't ask how it happened, because I won't give you time to. Let's just say that when a goblin asks to you a cloning device on you, don't do it. Instead, offer to use another living thing. If I thought one whelpling was annoying enough, then I must be going mad. Thankfully, the others are off sleeping in a cage at an auction house display near you.

As they say in Silithus, "I'll buzz ya later, mon."

Suddenly I'm Not So Young

Wow I want to write really bad suddenly. :P Um, I have a lot on my mind but I probably won't let myself share it all here. Thankfully I am in a little better mood than I was earlier today. -sigh- Anyway, I have been very busy. Busy is good, I guess. I realized again this evening how much I like organization and having a set plan of things to do and stuff to accomplish, on a list sort of, and it feels good to work towards crossing things off that "list." School and activities outside of it have really be occupying my time. I am shocked I have come to some sort of stage now where I am more so one of those people that have a list of "stuff" going on. :P For one, I am now a member on the school committee for an AFG program. They meet once a month. They as in other teachers, the principal, and a few other important people like a lawyer and a college professor. [That's all I can really remember.] I had fun my first time and was warmly welcomed. The meeting sort of focused on school issues, beliefs, mission statements, and what a graduate should "truly be." The student half was encouraged to get involved and share some of our opinions, especially when we were split into groups. It was pretty great. :) And to think this invitation for me only came about from a simple article I wrote for my Journalism class. :)

Aside from that, Drama is baaaack! I am pretty excited. Sure, the first two meetings/practices we had this week involved mostly arguing and disorganized conversation, but I think there is still hope and nobody should give up on us. :P To set the record straight, we are not doing Cats, but a night of broadway related idea. I cannot elaborate much at the moment, and I'd rather not anyway because that would give away many good ideas that were brought to the table. That way the show can be a surprise. I am a pretty optimistic person, however, and think that if we can pull this off, it will be one of the most creative and entertaining shows in the area. Truly. :) I'm so glad to be an actual member in the show this time though. It is incredibly flattering to receive compliments from the director that I am doing a wonderful job with the dancing, per say. I mean, [this is where I get pessimistic], I think I probably look like a thin flapping stick, so nobody better expect me to have some hidden talent out there, but it is just so fun and well, I get caught up in the moment, ya know? :)

Hmm...I feel like I have so much I want to say but not the energy to type it into words. For example, life. My future life. Within the past month, there has barely been one day that has passed where I haven't thought of, or spoken about college plans, career interests, adult life. Pretty much makes me sick, really. :P -pause- Yep, still feeling sick about it, lol. Scared is probably what, but I just feel so jeegjgfgkdskigkdfnfklndsfm about everything like that. I do enjoy talking about it though, it helps a bit. It just really has been a huge topic of conversation a lot lately though. Last night, I described the road of my life as being extremely foggy. If only I can clear through that fog, maybe I'd feel better, knowing what is actually right in front of me. Then I could figure out whether I needed to turn left or right to reach the dream deep within me. =/

WoW Ramblings: Big Weapons n' Dragon Farming

Right before I logged off of World of Warcraft tonight, a thought came to my mind. On my way to Valormok in Azshara and while still in Orgrimmar, I saw somebody put up an epic item in the trade channel and said after it, "pre-TBC ftw!" I figured that the item was most likely a level 60 epic then with that concluding statement, and confirmed my hypothesis upon examining the item stats. The epic was [Anathema], the shadow staff rewarded from the priest epic quest widely sought after pre-TBC. However, not until I tried the staff on me did I finally realize something. Why were all the main epic weapons before The Burning Crusades monstrously huge? Not that I ever owned an epic weapon from The Burning Crusade expansion, but just from walking around and spotting a large variety of 70's in major cities, I never exactly saw a gigantic weapon. Just a week or two ago, I remember looking at pictures of warrior/paladin two-handed swords that were probably the length of their body. And of course, they were level 60. Maybe such as how Blizzard got rid of the 50-man raids in the expansion, they also got rid of the 50-man length swords, staffs, etc. However, these large weapons must be an Azeroth thing. With the introduction of Wrath of the Lich King, we should expect weapons such as the Ashbringer and Frostmourne to appear, which are large weapons.

So why not create other products mimicking them in size? If anything, why doesn't Blizzard try to revise the weapons of yesteryear? Make a serious update to blacksmithing by introducing ways to improve older weapons (and same may even go in terms of armor for their relative skill in the production of that type). Make the engine so that the materials would be challenging to gather, and would require high-level content to do so, yet the outcome will be rewarding. That way, it may scare some away so that everybody isn't lazy and they acquire the easy-to-get weapons to improve them to 'pwn' in battlegrounds, arena, and world PvP at level 80 without ever doing an 80 raid/instance. I don't know, it's a risky sketch of an idea. Just a thought there rotting away in my mind.

For the past week or two, I have been farming like crazy for a noncombat pet in Azshara. The pet is the extremely rare [Azure Whelpling], obtainable from the blue dragonflight members around the ruins of Lake Mennar. Yesterday I calculated (from taking a total of eight different pieces of data provided by MobInfo2 [four different types of dragonflight times two different levels each]) that I have killed 1850+ mobs already. Yes, my luck is bad. Very bad. So far I got a ton of green items, two blues, a million stacks of rugged leather, thick leather, worn dragonscales, and blue dragonscales, and a variety of other white items: all destined to be sold for a good sum at the auction house. Being a skinner and a herbalist, I benefit greatly from farming in this area. Sungrass, dreamfoil, purple lotus, etc. all inhabit the path I take to go in and out of my farming area, and skinning the dragons is great money. Rugged leather goes for a pretty high price on my server -- approximately four to six gold per stack. I normally come out of the place with five to six stacks too. Sadly, I never leave with the pet I'm seeking. I shall continue the farming effort, however. Maybe I'll have enough for my epic flying mount by the time it drops.

That's all I'll leave you with for today. Even though I have much more to say, I'll save it for another post at a later time. Until then, have a good one.