OK loads of people make fun of me for playing WoW. What can I say it's a special kind of therapy, so in e spirit of fun, and maybe boredom here is my top 5 list of reasons why the World of Warcraft can be SOOOO much better than real life.
1. You get to Travel.
Life is short, money is tight, and the real world is huge. If I was to list all the many many places I wanted to travel to then this blog would be 20 pages long. When you hit the game world you realise the world is still big, but thanks to a little can do spirit you can travel the length and breadth of the game world in a few days and take in the sights. You may never get enough money to see the pyramids or the Eiffel Tower, but for your subscription fee you get to see towers, temples, cities and epic sights.
2. Money is never tight.
Except for the occasional repair bill and your subscription fee you are never going to be out of money, I work in a sometimes frustrating and often pressured job and I wish I could get a bit more for bang for my buck. When you are in the game world all the gold and silver you need is only a quest or a kill away.
3. Murder is allowed.
Odd one this, but how many times have you left the office are the parents place and seriously wanted to kill someone. Well here you are it's legal now :) and often encouraged. This is because the bad guys are actually evil, which makes life much easier, compared to real life where capital punishment alone is a subject of controversy.
4. Death is merely a set back.
Ok I know that this sort of thing is what can desensitise young people and leads to nasty columbine like incidents, but imagine how great life would be if you never really needed to worry about death. God knows I would probably be a bit more fearless in my life, and stand up to the real monsters in real life.
5. You get what you work for.
Everything you do in the game gives you a reward. Whether it's a shiny new sword, a pretty helmet or just a plain old handful of gold for your hoard you get something. We all work hard in life and very rarely is our hard work recognised and here it shows in everything you are.
Well this is my top 5. But. I do want to say that I love my real life, I love going out clubbing and hanging out with my friends. But at times like this when I am watching the pennies, and a bit sore from the break up, then a bit of me time in another world is the perfect kind of escapism.
As I sign off now my level 55 Mage needs a bit of help powerlevelling through the snowy wilds of Winterspring, and if you get that reference, feel free to drop a comment :).
Seez y'all later.
Saturday, 30 October 2010
Tuesday, 12 October 2010
Sick as a Dog !!
OK it takes a lot to really fuck me off, as anyone who knows me would corroborate, albeit more likely the word "soft" would be used.
Knowing this however the universe decides to throw curve-balls my way to try and really piss me off. Today the universe pushed me a little bit too far.
Today I have been sick as a dog, a particularly diseased looking stray as it happens. They call it a winter bug, which makes it sound cute........ it isn't. So I called in sick, a rare occurrence, and stayed in bed, occasionally coughing up a lung, and taking pain killers like tic tacs.
I call in sick, which took some doing and straining of the vocal chords since I lost my voice. Eventually they got the message however and I sent in what feels like a 10 page email detailing all my outstanding work from memory, and my boss emails me and tells me to go back to bed and rest.
Sadly rest eludes me. First off the house alarm went off when I was trying to sleep, as my father decided to do some rewiring. I would of yelled but loss of aforementioned voice meant the most I could manage was to look daggers at him.
Next the baby (my sisters daughter who was being looked after by my mum) starts screaming. Mum starts yelling asking me to look after her, which I cant do since I don't want to get the little one sick.
And as if that wasn't enough my Dad decides I need a bit of cheering up so he sends the dog into my room to jump into bed and trying to eat my ears.....
Then finally they all pop out for a couple of minutes for fresh air, meaning that when the delivery for some new sofas arrive there is no one to collect and unload them, except for old sicky here.
Listen kids, if you ever think it would be nice to call in sick and spend a day at home..... DO NT, because right now a genuine sicky is now feeling like absolute Poo and thinks I will be laid up a while :(
Knowing this however the universe decides to throw curve-balls my way to try and really piss me off. Today the universe pushed me a little bit too far.
Today I have been sick as a dog, a particularly diseased looking stray as it happens. They call it a winter bug, which makes it sound cute........ it isn't. So I called in sick, a rare occurrence, and stayed in bed, occasionally coughing up a lung, and taking pain killers like tic tacs.
I call in sick, which took some doing and straining of the vocal chords since I lost my voice. Eventually they got the message however and I sent in what feels like a 10 page email detailing all my outstanding work from memory, and my boss emails me and tells me to go back to bed and rest.
Sadly rest eludes me. First off the house alarm went off when I was trying to sleep, as my father decided to do some rewiring. I would of yelled but loss of aforementioned voice meant the most I could manage was to look daggers at him.
Next the baby (my sisters daughter who was being looked after by my mum) starts screaming. Mum starts yelling asking me to look after her, which I cant do since I don't want to get the little one sick.
And as if that wasn't enough my Dad decides I need a bit of cheering up so he sends the dog into my room to jump into bed and trying to eat my ears.....
Then finally they all pop out for a couple of minutes for fresh air, meaning that when the delivery for some new sofas arrive there is no one to collect and unload them, except for old sicky here.
Listen kids, if you ever think it would be nice to call in sick and spend a day at home..... DO NT, because right now a genuine sicky is now feeling like absolute Poo and thinks I will be laid up a while :(
Sunday, 10 October 2010
Counting Down the Days
It seems as though that right now my life is being made up of several small but significant countdowns. Seconds and minutes passing away from the future to the past leading on to a conclusion, its scary, but exciting too:
Meeting with student liaison to go through my coursework – 3 days (and surprisingly not left to last minute)
Meeting old friend for dinner and Cinema – 5 days (in desperate need of alcohol after)
Going shopping for more Furniture – 12 days (I’m thinking an extra large TV)
Me Moving into my new house – 50 days (scared shitless)
World of Warcraft Cataclysm comes out – 58 days (GEEKGASM!!! Rolling a Worgen FTW!!)
Christmas – 76 days (and slitting my wrists already)
Holiday with Ryan and the Gays - 85 days (Gran Canaria for some sun, sea and sexy lifeguards)
Its maddening to think of all the things that are coming, but only just a little bit out of reach. Still all of these things will help bring a little bit of shine to an otherwise dull life right now, especially now that the house is finally near completion. I feel a bit more free to breathe and start having a little bit of fun, instead of watching the pennies, and the pounds.
I know everyone will probably leave all their resolutions until new years, but I already know that I need to have a little more fun before then, and then make a resolution to have even more.
Keeping it brief today, just to start putting my toe back into my single bloggers lifestyle, but I promise a more concise and funny update in the days to come.
Leaving you all with an inspirational thought, you are all perfect at being yourselves. Catch you on the flip side readers.
(N.B. written while listening to Natalie Imbruglia's Counting Down the Days album)
Meeting with student liaison to go through my coursework – 3 days (and surprisingly not left to last minute)
Meeting old friend for dinner and Cinema – 5 days (in desperate need of alcohol after)
Going shopping for more Furniture – 12 days (I’m thinking an extra large TV)
Me Moving into my new house – 50 days (scared shitless)
World of Warcraft Cataclysm comes out – 58 days (GEEKGASM!!! Rolling a Worgen FTW!!)
Christmas – 76 days (and slitting my wrists already)
Holiday with Ryan and the Gays - 85 days (Gran Canaria for some sun, sea and sexy lifeguards)
Its maddening to think of all the things that are coming, but only just a little bit out of reach. Still all of these things will help bring a little bit of shine to an otherwise dull life right now, especially now that the house is finally near completion. I feel a bit more free to breathe and start having a little bit of fun, instead of watching the pennies, and the pounds.
I know everyone will probably leave all their resolutions until new years, but I already know that I need to have a little more fun before then, and then make a resolution to have even more.
Keeping it brief today, just to start putting my toe back into my single bloggers lifestyle, but I promise a more concise and funny update in the days to come.
Leaving you all with an inspirational thought, you are all perfect at being yourselves. Catch you on the flip side readers.
(N.B. written while listening to Natalie Imbruglia's Counting Down the Days album)
Sunday, 3 October 2010
Why?
Why do I see your face standing out in a crowd?
Why do I keep looking at you, and hope you are looking back?
Why does the die of just going over and saying hi, feel more scary than skin cancer?
Why is it that when I do talk to you, I ramble on like some mental patient?
Why am I such a dork?
Why do you smile at me and look into my eyes?
Why does your smile and eye contact make me shiver that has nothing to do with the cold?
Why do I remember every single thing you say, and yet still be amazed you are talking to me at all?
Why did you just buy me a drink, and why did you be sure to ask for a double ?
Why did I not see that coming?
Why do I want to kiss you so much, when we have barely had a conversation?
Why do you keep looking at me as if you want me to kiss you back?
Why do I always have to be the brave one who goes in first?
Why is it that when we kiss my lips tingle and why are your arms so warm when they are around my waist?
Why did I not think of having a breath mint after chowing down on garlic bread before coming out tonight?
Why do you give me a second look as I look around and see the other more attractive guys who tried it on with you, and to whom you said no?
Why are they now looking at me with disgust, and why do I care so much what they think?
Why did I give you my phone number?
Why did you text me so soon after I left with my friends?
Why does seeing a text from you make my heart skip a beat?
Why am I now holding on to my phone for grim death waiting for it to jingle reassuringly to tell me you just text me back?
Why do I get so annoyed when a friend texts me in the middle of this and breaks my train of thought?
Why did I invite you to see that movie that I have already seen..... Twice ?
Why do I seem to fit so well in your arms?
Why do you seem to slide into mine so perfectly?
Why did we bother with the movie, we missed most of it while we were snogging in the back row?
Why did I suggest you coming back to my place?
Why did you say yes?
Why did you want to be my boyfriend, when I sometimes felt unlovable?
Why do I start to put up pictures of us in my room?
Why did we make such a big thing about linking our profiles on Facebook even though we both find it mega dorky?
Why did you tell me you loved me for the first time so quietly that I had to ask you to repeat yourself twice before I understood?
Why did I then say I loved you too, and mean it with my whole heart?
Why did it all go wrong?
Why did we start having fights over nothing?
Why did we stop making the effort to spend our free time together?
Why did you need some time to yourself, and why did I have to be the understanding boyfriend?
Why did I torture myself to find you the perfect valentines present, when I knew deep down You were probably too hassled from work to get me anything?
Why did start caring more about your drama of a life, and why did you stop asking that all important question "how are you"?
Why did it feel like every time we were together, I was walking in egg shells?
Why did you let yourself get so pissed off about every little thing, and so stressed that you seemed to be perpetually miserable?
Why did I still make the effort to include you in my life, when you make no effort at all?
Why did I tell you I was fine with that even when it was actually a little insulted?
Why and when did I apparently loose my own identity to this dual one I made for us both?
Why did it take so long for us to work up the courage to admit it was over, when we both already knew it?
Why do we still care about each other so much?
Why am I sure that we will be amazing friends?
Why do I torture myself, and then try to be happy for you?
Why were you so close but yet so far to being perfect?
Why couldn't I settle and just be happy?
Why even when I am sure it is all for the best, do the edges of my heart feel ragged and hurt?
Why did I go on that ice-cream binge right after we broke up, and how am I going to loose the half stone I just put on?
And one more question that I always ask myself at the end:
Why even after all that has been done and said, do I find myself still being just a little bit in love with you?
These are the questions that have often come up in relationships, and sometimes also their aftermath. As someone who has just gone through a break up, I have also asked a few of these myself, but also as a good friend I have heard people around me ask themselves the same questions? There is nothing that really refers to any one person in particular, but I think these are the kind of questions we all ask ourselves at one time or another.
The truth is that the answer to all of these could very well be the same thing. But what that is I will leave you to decide.
Why do I keep looking at you, and hope you are looking back?
Why does the die of just going over and saying hi, feel more scary than skin cancer?
Why is it that when I do talk to you, I ramble on like some mental patient?
Why am I such a dork?
Why do you smile at me and look into my eyes?
Why does your smile and eye contact make me shiver that has nothing to do with the cold?
Why do I remember every single thing you say, and yet still be amazed you are talking to me at all?
Why did you just buy me a drink, and why did you be sure to ask for a double ?
Why did I not see that coming?
Why do I want to kiss you so much, when we have barely had a conversation?
Why do you keep looking at me as if you want me to kiss you back?
Why do I always have to be the brave one who goes in first?
Why is it that when we kiss my lips tingle and why are your arms so warm when they are around my waist?
Why did I not think of having a breath mint after chowing down on garlic bread before coming out tonight?
Why do you give me a second look as I look around and see the other more attractive guys who tried it on with you, and to whom you said no?
Why are they now looking at me with disgust, and why do I care so much what they think?
Why did I give you my phone number?
Why did you text me so soon after I left with my friends?
Why does seeing a text from you make my heart skip a beat?
Why am I now holding on to my phone for grim death waiting for it to jingle reassuringly to tell me you just text me back?
Why do I get so annoyed when a friend texts me in the middle of this and breaks my train of thought?
Why did I invite you to see that movie that I have already seen..... Twice ?
Why do I seem to fit so well in your arms?
Why do you seem to slide into mine so perfectly?
Why did we bother with the movie, we missed most of it while we were snogging in the back row?
Why did I suggest you coming back to my place?
Why did you say yes?
Why did you want to be my boyfriend, when I sometimes felt unlovable?
Why do I start to put up pictures of us in my room?
Why did we make such a big thing about linking our profiles on Facebook even though we both find it mega dorky?
Why did you tell me you loved me for the first time so quietly that I had to ask you to repeat yourself twice before I understood?
Why did I then say I loved you too, and mean it with my whole heart?
Why did it all go wrong?
Why did we start having fights over nothing?
Why did we stop making the effort to spend our free time together?
Why did you need some time to yourself, and why did I have to be the understanding boyfriend?
Why did I torture myself to find you the perfect valentines present, when I knew deep down You were probably too hassled from work to get me anything?
Why did start caring more about your drama of a life, and why did you stop asking that all important question "how are you"?
Why did it feel like every time we were together, I was walking in egg shells?
Why did you let yourself get so pissed off about every little thing, and so stressed that you seemed to be perpetually miserable?
Why did I still make the effort to include you in my life, when you make no effort at all?
Why did I tell you I was fine with that even when it was actually a little insulted?
Why and when did I apparently loose my own identity to this dual one I made for us both?
Why did it take so long for us to work up the courage to admit it was over, when we both already knew it?
Why do we still care about each other so much?
Why am I sure that we will be amazing friends?
Why do I torture myself, and then try to be happy for you?
Why were you so close but yet so far to being perfect?
Why couldn't I settle and just be happy?
Why even when I am sure it is all for the best, do the edges of my heart feel ragged and hurt?
Why did I go on that ice-cream binge right after we broke up, and how am I going to loose the half stone I just put on?
And one more question that I always ask myself at the end:
Why even after all that has been done and said, do I find myself still being just a little bit in love with you?
These are the questions that have often come up in relationships, and sometimes also their aftermath. As someone who has just gone through a break up, I have also asked a few of these myself, but also as a good friend I have heard people around me ask themselves the same questions? There is nothing that really refers to any one person in particular, but I think these are the kind of questions we all ask ourselves at one time or another.
The truth is that the answer to all of these could very well be the same thing. But what that is I will leave you to decide.
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