WoW

so, world of warcraft. heard good things about it, heard bad things about it. but inless something steps in, i should have my hands on it monday. hazza.
prolly shouldn't be worth being a journal entry, but it's the only thing recuring on my mind lately. i think i'm having withdrawl symptons from not having a game i really wanna play. and i'm spending at least half an hour a day browsing the offical site, so bah. i'll buy the game just to get it off my mind if nothing else. though i'm sure it'll amuse me and iris to no end.
iris's birthday is the 8th, so i guess that's also on my mind. but i know what i'm doing about it, so it's not nagging me. so far i don't think there'll be a party, which i think is strange, but i wouldn't want a party for myself so what can i say.
just to try to fill this entry out a bit, ian is also bugging me. i don't know if anyone knows him, but he's pretty much my ex from grade 3. at least i'm told i treat him like an ex. he's trying to spend more time with me, which makes me want to spend less time with him. i don't wanna rant, so gimme a sec well i try to think up a summery.
...
iris says he's like a g8, though he's older then me. i say it's more like a g3. whoops, he's more like a g3. but iris says i just have to high an opnion of people, and that's really what g8's are like. it would explain why i've thought almost every g8 i'm meet in the last year or so i thought had a mental handicap... they where completly competent for their age, i just expected to much of them. pft brain dead bastards.
o yes, ian. well i can't explain people, i do better with stories, so here's a short story of ian;
counter strike, ian is using a semi-sniper. in the scope mode, firing rate has decressed, and you can't see anything close. i'm with him with the same gun. 3 guys step from around the corner in front of us. i exit scope, i can now see them, and shoot faster. so i mow down the 2 that are in front of me (bots, they can't do shit, but i didn't want a stressful game). ian stays in scope, manages two shots, niether close, as he struggles to get his scope to line up. he dies. i suggest not using the scope at close range. he replies with a VERY sarcastic, and almost angry, "yes sir". he sounds almost disgusted. i see him following my advice. something else comes up, i don't remember what, but i keep my mouth shut, fuckit. he dies, repeatedly. i have no problem. because he has no idea what's going on, he can't manage anything. if i spoke up, i could prolly get him to at least break even with his score. since he's falling so far behind, he starts sulking. i'd say pouting, but i always associated something cute with that. ian looks like a mishapen rock with a failed afro. he can't pout.
well i guess that's an entry. i gotta start doing stuff so i can fill this out. besides going to top tops today, i havn't been outta the house in 4 days. ou yes, at top tops, i actually got yelled at by the owner for trying to dl a map off battlenet. i tried to explain that battlenet was different from kazza, but to no avale. she said i had to talk to the guy that made this stuff. man, i don't wanna talk to 'ice frog'. it's a good map, but i don't wanna actually TALK to him. or maybe she ment blizzard. again, i like blizzard games, don't wanna talk to the designers.
bah, stupid iris. on a spur of the moment choice, i put coffee in her chocolate milk. but i ended up drinking it. i was planning to be asleep at midnight, it's 2:30. this sucks, stupid body and it's inability to deal with caffine. my once-a-week bottle of coke isn't doing the trick. o man, forgot, i'm hoping to drop that off my regular diet too. soon i'm gonna get a whif of someones coffee and have a sezuire.
what was this entry suppossed to be about? man this is why i don't talk, it's like falling off a cliff. once i get started i can't stop. and iris says i rambale on about nothing. bah.
o yea, and i hate the heat. i think i scared people.