I'm turning 24 tomorrow. Yippee? I'm not sure actually. I never paid any heed to my age, just acted how I wanted to act, how I felt like behaving. I never submitted to that act your age mumbo-jumbo they always feed you in school, at home, everywhere. After all, what's age anyway? What is 24 years in an infinite timeline? Aren't I still an ignorant infant in this plane of existence? A certain quote comes to mind. I'm not sure where I heard or read it. I think it came from Reality Bites or How to Make an American Quilt and Jessisca Zafra quoted it in one of her Twisted books. It went something like "I'm 25, I'm supposed to do something stupid."
Okay, enough of that. Ragnatalk. I'm 60/45 now, and Silke, my thief is 30/21. It's so frustrating to play at home because of the lag. Plus I have tons of school requirements to finish this week. My birthday week is exam week, lol. I told Moonie that I could help her out with the guild website. I hope she considers my offer. I'm running out of things-to-do that I truly enjoy.
Just in case you're wondering about the title of this blog, it's taken from A Wizard of Earthsea, this book I'm reading now for Lit. And no, I'm not a pessimist. ;p