Nobody calls me anymore!!! zomg! It may be because my cell phone number has a different area code than that of your typical 505 Albuquerque-area one. After all, I did get this phone in California (714). Perhaps they don’t have long distance, because phone companies charge a crapload for signals going beyond so and so miles. Who knows… they don’t call me anymore, I feel like going to a corner. Bleh.

Yesterday, I managed to pull off an all-dayer/all-nighter playing everybody’s favorite, lovable game — Guild Wars! Now you’re probably thinking “Oh my God, this kid’s on ‘roids again!”, but it was teh fun. Indeed it was, I forgot how fun alliance battles are. 12 people on each team, in a large-scale battle to steal territory from each other through each victory and defeat of battles. I remember dying many times as an Assassin (”always the first to die”), but I remember killing a bunch while I’m at it too. Playing an Assassin is no easy task — you have the armor of a t-shirt, the height of a child (not literally), and daggers as long as your fingernails. All seems lost being one, but fear not, for you have the arts of the Assassin with you! Dagger arts, deadly arts, shadowy arts, and arts of critical points, use these wisely and at your disposal, and enemies drop before you like flies — be it the heavy-armored warrior, or the cross-dressing monk! If you know how to play one, you shall surely own, that’s for sure.

Oh noes, Portugal and England are in overtime! 110 minutes into the match from the moment I write this, and still 0 - 0, this is going to be interesting, seeing desperate soccer players pulling off impossible stunts just to score a goal!