Well, I was SO bored of my Cleric. . .
He’s too boring. . . Just stand in one spot, heal, stand, heal, heal, heal, loot, heal, type something stupid, heal, answer telephone, heal, loot. . .
So I decided to get a move on with my Bandit! With my friend’s help , I made it to lvl 50! PH34R MY 70 ATT SHINKITA! XD
My damage went up by 600! One Savage Blow did 1200 damage roughly, and now it does 1800+
I was thinking of getting NX cash to fix my stats (11 str, 90 dex, 5 int, I dunno what luk)

But getting to level 50 was harder than I thought. . . Not because of the training. . . I was looking forward to leveling this weekend for soo long, but. . .

On Thursday, I was informed by a friend that “someone” liked me, and they liked me for “who I am”. This was too much of a shock at once. When people see me (Not to be narscissist or however you spell it) they think, “whoa he’s a hardcore emo” or “how the f*** does he see with his hair in his face?” But then when those people meet me they think “wow, what a nerd” or “eww! freak!”

That’s why I was reluctant to agree to give the “mystery” person a chance. With my past experiences, I haven’t even been CLOSE to lucky in the love section. Not only that, but I already had a crush on my friend (Don’t laugh at me. . . I know you’re gonna). I was flipping out all day! Who is this mystery person? Is it Chelsey?(That’s my friend’s name that I liked) Or is it some uninformed person? I talked to Jaq about it for over an hour, and meditated on it for another hour or two (Shut up, I like to medidate)

When Friday came, I sat back observing everything, paying close attention to how Chelsey acted. . . Nothing out of the ordinary. . . Later on that day, I was talking to her on msn. (I shall leave out our amazingly awkward conversation XD) And, it’s all good now! =D
I love her so much XD

Even after the conversation was over, I couldn’t stop thinking about every word we said (. . . Typed). I coudln’t sleep for another hour, letting my mind fly away with rushes of thoughts. Hopes of good luck, worries of rejection. . .

That’s the precise reason leveling to 50 was so incredibly hard. . . Everytime I tried to play, I’d never be able to concentrate, thinking of her left me paralized (And dead. . . Dam kitties) Everyime she’d be offline, I’d long to talk to her. And I read through everything I could find on her website (Hehe, stalker skillz)

I haven’t told my parents yet (Why would I do that? They don’t NEED to know. . .) but my sister knows, she was. . . Supportive of it.
SHATRED knows, dam her multi-language-knowing-ness. . . Rawr!

Anyway, I feel like I’m not good enough for Chelsey, she deserves the best, so my plan is. . .
I’m gonna stop playing MS as much (Not quitting, just taking some time off) so that I can train myself, in real life. I want to be stronger, I need to be good enough for her. That’s my mission.

My mission: love.
Rew.