Owie! Ouchie! Owie! Ouchie! Ow owch!! My mouth hurts Oh and before I forget. . .
*twirls around, takes out a shotgun, and shoots the critic sneaking up behind me*
Hehe, THAT’LL teach them to mess with meh! Bwahahahahahahaha!!!

Okay, now—

*twang*

*falls over dead*

D@*! CRITICS! Sheesh, they’re everywhere! Oh well, blogging in spirit form is cooler, ’cause I won’t be interrupted by a certain group of people!

Now where was I? Oh yeah, FlyFF

FlyFF
Fly Fa Fun! Great game, really. The flying part gets boring after the first 24 hours, but the gameplay is fairly good. The graphics are sorta. . .darkish, and horribly remind me of that dreadful game RS. The worst part is that (like most MMORPGs now) it is 3D. Gosh D*!$#@ Why can’t they make more 2D games like MapleStory? Btw, I used to play MS, but. . .the constant grinding finally caught up to me, after 40 levels. Crazy, ain’t it?

In FlyFF, the transportation is really easy. You can quickly use a board or broom to swing between continents, or just use a blinkwing (like a town scroll) to town. Pretty simple in my opinion. Not much is going on here, because the exp/monster ratio is outrageously high, keeping me addicted. Currently level 35. xP

Real Life
Yeah, my real life is turning out to be really stressful as of late. First, I just got a tooth removed, and now my mouth hurts like heck (constantly, not intervals of pain). I’ve also got a music lesson in 3 hours from now (and it will be [sarcasm]real fun[/sarcasm]), and what’s more, a fricken CM in two days (what’d ya mean there’s no command for sarcasm?). For those who don’t know, a CM is a certificate of Merit, which I can only take once per year. It’s like Grade 1 and Grade 2, except much harder. I’ve got to do theory (writing, memorizing composers, intervals, scales, sharps—Basically a written test) and performance (play 1/2/3 pieces depending on level. Also etudes and scales). I’m trying for level 7, so I only have to memorize and play 2 pieces (oh goody -_-). Augh, and this blog is taking up so much time too! Jeez…

As for my academics, they’re just fine. Straight A’s for da win!

Yeah. I’m not sure if that would classify as a rant. Would it?

Now time type a funny essay I found in the book ‘One Hundread Great Essays, Second Edition’ by Robert Diyanni:

[i]Dave Barry
Road Warrior
If you do as much driving on our nation’s highways, you’ve probably noticed that, more and more often, bullets are coming through you windshield. This is a common sign of Road Rage, which the opinion-makers in the news media have decided is a serious problem, currently ranking just behind global warming and several points ahead of Asia.
How widespread is Road Rage? To answer that question, researchers for the National Institute of Traffic Safety recently did a study in which they drove on the interstate highway system in a specially equipped observation van. By the third day, they were deliberately running other motorists off the road.
“These people are MORONS!” was their official report.
That is the main cause of Road Rage: the realization that many of your fellow motorists have the same brain structure as a cashew. The most common example, of course, is the motorists who feel a need to drive in the left-hand, or “passing,” lane, even though they are going slower than everybody else. Nobody knows why these motorists do this. Maybe they belong to some kind of religious cult that believes the right lane is sacred and must never come in direct contact with tires. Maybe one time, years ago, these motorists happened to be driving in the left lane when their favorite song came on the radio, so they’ve driven over there ever since, in hopes that the radio will play that song again.
But whatever makes these people drive this way, there’s nothing you can do about it. You can honk at them, but it will have no effect. People have been honking at them for years: It’s a normal part of their environment. They’ve decided that, for some mysterious reason, wherever they drive, there is honking. They choose not to ponder this mystery any futher, lest they overburden their cashews.
I am very familiar with this problem, because I live and drive in Miami, which proudly bills itself as The Inappropriate-Lane-Driving Capital Of The World, a place where the left land is thought of not so much as a thoroughfare as a public recreational area, where motorists feel free to stop, hold family reunions, barbecue pigs, play volleyball, etc. Compounding this problem is another common type of Miami motorist, the aggressive young male whose car has a sound system so powerful that the driver must go faster than the speed of sound at all times, because otherwise the nuclear bass notes emanating from his rear speakers would catch up to him and cause his head to explode.
So the tiny minority of us Miami drivers who actually qualify as normal find ourselves constantly being trapped behind people drifting along the interstate at the speed of diseased livestock, while at the same time we are being tailgated and occasionally bumped from behind by deranged youths who got their driver training from watching the space-fighter battle scenes in Star Wars. And of course nobody EVER signals or yields, and people are CONSTANTLY cutting us off, and AFTER A WHILE WE START TO FEEL SOME RAGE, OK? YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT MISTER NEWS MEDIA OPINION-MAKER??
In addition to Road Rage, I frequently experience Parking Lot Rage, which occurs when I pull into a crowded supermarket parking lot, and I see people get into their car, clearly ready to leave, so I stop my car and wait for them to vacate the spot and . . . nothing happens! They just stay there! WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY DOING IN THERE??!! COOKING DINNER???
When I finally get into the supermarket, I often experience Shopping Cart Rage. This is caused by the people—and you just KNOW these are the same people who always drive in the left-hand lane—who routinely manage, by careful placement, to block the entire aisle with a single shopping cart. If we really want to keep illegal immigrants from entering the United States, we should employ Miami residents armed with shopping carts; we’d only ned about two dozen to block the entire Mexican border.
What makes the supermarket congestion even worse is that shoppers are taking longer and longer to decide what to buy, because every product in America now comes in an insane number of styles and sizes. For example, I recently went to the supermarket to get orange juice. For just one brand of orange juice, Tropicana, I had to decide whether I wanted Original, HomeStyle, Pulp Plus, Double Vitamin C, Grovestand, Calcium, or Old-Fashioned; I also had to decide whether I wanted the 16-ounce, 32-ounce, 64-ounce, 96-ounce, or six-pack size. This is WAY too many product choices. I caused me to experience Way Too Many Product Choices Rage. I would of called Tropicana and complained, but I probably would have wound up experiencing Automated Phone Answering System Rage (“. . .For questions about Pulp Plus in the 32-ounce size, press 23. For questions about Pulp plus in the 64-ounce size, press 24. For questions about . . .&quot.
My point is that there are many causes for rage in our modern world, and if we’re going to avoid unnecessary violence, we all need to “keep our cool.” So let’s try to be more considerate, OK? Otherwise I will kill you[/i]

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Lol, isn’t it funny? Sucks to live in Miami for him.

If you didn’t laugh, you have no sense of humor. *insults reader*

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