I finally got my main character up to level 58.  That means that she can go up to Outland.  That's very good.  Now though I need to get back to work on my website.  And with Nazgrel going up and down its very annoying.

I'm not looking forward to the cold weather coming in.  And I'm not looking forward  the Holidays.  But I need to get over it.

Sorry I'm tired so its bedtime

current mood: sleepy

Its a rant I suppose.  That's what it looks like I know.  I am just tired out.

My Great-Uncle (I think of him more as my Uncle since both of my Mother's brothers are fuckers and my Dad is an only child) died 10/1/09 at 5 in the morning.  At least that's what we think, he died in his sleep.  The day before I drove my Sentra (I'll get to the reason for bringing my car up in a minute) up to Uncle Eddie's.  I remember that my Uncle was soft and cool to the touch.  He was sweating thru his arms and his breathing was shallow and raspy.

So at 5 my brother who stayed up there called me because my phone is by my head and told me that he died.  I sat up and asked if we were wanted up there.  We weren't but Grandma was.  So I got up and woke my mother.  Got dressed and took her over to tell her mother.  At 9 in the morning, Matt texts me and tells me that the coroner wanted to try to revive my Uncle.  Not only did my Uncle sign a DNR (Do Not Revive), but the man insisted on it 4 hours after the fact.  

Uh...  smart dude.  If I am correct after 4 hours is a little too late isn't it?  And then to tell his grieving wife?

So a couple hours after that Matt calls again.  He fell off a ladder to the ground 8 feet below.  Near as we can tell, Mom and I suggested get some normal activity around there.  So Matt cleaned the gutters, just as a storm approached.  Once done he started down the ladder.  My Cousin, Uncle Eddie's son, was holding the ladder.  This man is a body-builder and weighs more than my brother but he still lost the ladder.  Matt hit the ground and his feet went out from under him.

So someone requested that I go get my other cousin from work.  I did so.  I'm really tired at this point.  He got home safe and sound.

Then my Sentra (told you I'd get there), we've been having trouble.  At some point I was lucky to hit 20 mph.  I stopped to get some cigerettes, hopeing that my car would work correctly.  It sometimes does that.  Well it didn't.  I went to let my brother's dog out.  Afterwards then I went to try to go to walmart.  My car then started to really act funny and so I decided to turn around.  That would be the first time she stopped working.  Where I was at there are nothing but hills.  Three breakdowns later I managed to make it to the old house and park.

Never mind I had to push my car twice.  With my bad knees *cries*

I called my entire phonebook to find a ride and finally found someone that was in town.  Then it took me 8 matches to light a cigerette.

I deserve a strong drink.  I deserve many strong drinks.  But I will settle for pain killers.

I thank my friends for putting up with me today.  Now I feel exhausted.  I am gonna head to bed now after I take another set of painkillers.a

current mood: exhausted

I've been sitting in this same spot for we don't know how long.  I sit around three to four feet away from the TV.  Yet with my mother I have to consistly ask her to turn the damn thing down.  She snarled at me and told me to move my ass out of the way.  You know what?  I think you're going fucking deaf!

I'm trying to write stories that need to get put up on Fanfiction.net and on my website.  There are storms coming in and the desire to write is driving me insane.  I also have characters that I need to level up.  Tired too.  Very tired.

I want my damn job back.  I needs to be doing something.

Wisdom's Key...  Changing Destinies... Personal...  *sigh*

That's just the main ones for Star Wars.

From the Beginning...

That's main for Zanferia.

Forgive Me... that's a Zanferian story.

current mood: frustrated

Sorry about this folks.  I should update more often and will try to do so.

Here's a little bit of a World of Warcraft story I am working on.

World of Warcraft belongs to Blizzard.  I just write.

Responsibilty

Sverha

           She stands on the edge of the farm, her glowing blue eyes trained on the house opposite her position and past a field. No one has noticed her yet, possibly because as a Death Knight she was one that even the Deathknell Guards would think twice about challenging. She is watching the house as it burns, listening to the sounds of the family inside as they are killed. They are Forbidden, the Undead that were brought back to life after a Scourge Plague. She didn't know them, she did her best not to deal with any of them.

          But they didn't do any harm.

          She had been riding by when the Scarlet Crusade attacked the small farm. Normally such things didn't attract her attention, but today she and Honor, her Acherus Deathmount, watched as the man attempted to keep his children and wife save from at least seventy Scarlet Crusaders. She watched as the Crusaders took them prisoner, not killing them right off and waited for their Captains to show.

          Sverha an'Ryn, Death Knight of the an'Ryn Clan knew these two Captains for their continued cruelity towards the Forbidden. They set fire to the land, the barns, and the out buildings. Then they threw the family inside their home. That was when the real horror began for those of the family. Captain Donald Lightbright ordered his men to set fire to the cabin.

          Then the screams began.

          Sverha was a Draenei Death Knight. Before she was forced to serve the Lich King she was a Hunter. She cared little for the Forbidden, but she cared less for the Scarlet Crusade.

           But no one deserved to die like this. And she was a Knight. Sworn to defend the innocent.

Yeah I know I have spelling issues.  I'm working on them.  Sverha belongs to Creative Soul.  On Nazgrel Server.

current mood: creative

I am up on Facebook.  Honestly I was convinced to join by a World of Warcraft friend, Adam being on Facebook.  I just really have a slight issue with that kind of stuff.

I talked to Unemployment yesterday.  Basicly I screwed up or rather am screwed.  I have to give them information on jobs that I've looked for.  HOWEVER, being that I am on Disability I can not work anywhere without permission.

So now I need to contact Americans with Disability Act and tell them that there are others with injuries working and here I am sitting on my ass.  Here's problem I can't even find their numbers.

*sigh*

I'm going into the Union Hall today and file a grieverence.

current mood: discontent