Weekend Blitz (Part 2): Randy for the New Lineup

Thank you Ciderhelm!

It's been a long day. I've been antsy for something to the point I considered posting a provocative blog: LF a candidate to ease these antsiness. Sigh, Lord knows what can of worms that could open up.

ANYWAYS, uhh-herm.

Continuation of yesterday's blog.

1. Mount Hyjal & the Joys of Getting Gangbanged (can I say gangbang?)
2. The Sunwell Plateau Dailies
3. Apologizing for Hardened Adamantite: How Saying I'm Sorry Comes Back to Bite Me Hard in the Face

Mount Hyjal & the Joys of Getting Gangbanged
I was exhausted by the end of the raid. I have no idea if I tanked well or not, but I'll guess: not.

What I do remember:

• People were arguing about strats which is unusual.
• I felt like I let my GL down with one technique which if it worked, would have been invaluable in other instances, none which are coming up right now in my food-addled brain. It involved rushing in before 14 mobs of casters, which is scary on itself but to divine shield before their spells bombard me. I messed up my timing and they got through. I end up flopping around, floundering for threat. Sigh.
• An incident where I died: I ran in ahead of the other tanks to confront the incoming undead trash mobs. Somewhere in my mind, it was saying, "Hey, go front! More front!" And I did without thinking and died. Blah.

Oh yeah, first guild kill: the fourth boss = one-shot. I forgot :P I did what I do for every boss fight. I healed, wore my shadow resist gear (which I'm not even certain I was supposed to at that point) and lived and that's all that matters.

Summary of Mount Hyjal 4/5 bosses: I tanked and healed with a proud ass-pucker and we won. It was all a blur and I can't wait to do it again, but with more sleep. Hopefully next week, I will write a thorough summary for paladin tanks, along with a list of consumables.

The Sunwell Plateau Dailies
Frankly, I only dipped a little bit into it, tagging along with some daily-loving guildies. I do like the charging of a Living Flare and fighting the initiates with the creepy backstory of gorging on demon blood. I like easy gold.

Apologizing for hardened adamantite: How Saying I'm Sorry Comes Back to Bite Me Hard in the Face
At the least, brooching this story is curbing a little of my appetite for... stuff.

I have an ex-boyfriend who I met through the game. Long story short: I broke up with him when he came to NYC for college. I had been wracked with doubt for months and now, I believe I made the right choice.

We still share a guild bank, full of materials. I'm in the middle of jewelcrafting and he was fixing to make his Red Belt of something for his retribution pally. I had smelted down a ton of adamantite for these bars and they were in the bank. I was anticipating using them this week so when he asked if he could use them, I said no. I later thought it over and realized that I should have let him take them because they could be replaced just as soon. He'd been generous about materials before and I should have been there to repay him.

So when he logs on the next day, I whispered to him that I wanted to say that I'm sorry about not giving the bars to him at that time. For all I know, he may have withdrawn them anyways which doesn't matter to me. He sends me a tell, basically saying that of all the things, I'm apologizing for these bars? Tell me what I'm supposed to be apologizing for! I already apologized for breaking up with you for the past 7 months. So tell my friends I never sacrificed anything for you? I asked you for space; you continue to engage in talking with me!

I suppose it doesn't matter that the night before, while I was speed-tanking Kara, he whispered me and I tell him that I was busy. Then he logs onto my best friend's server to complain how all women are whores. But it does matter. Because as stupid he's acting and as much as he's hurting, I love him as the friend and the person he is. But I'm afraid of him and I'm losing my respect for him.

I thought he would be happy that I progressed so far in raid content. He's not. He gets angry that his college dorm blocked his vent access, which is the only reason he's not in T6 content. Nevermind that he's never committed to a guild for more than a few months. I've always encouraged him to join my guild. Now, I prefer not to tell him what we've downed.

He thinks it's hilarious to block the mailbox with his Black War Elekk in Ironforge with 3 other mounted people. I ran from the orgy of lumps, blushing in humiliation.

He told my friend that the only reason I got to be an officer is because I showed them all my boobies. Just ask them. Like my guild leader is the kind of guy to make decisions based on his penis. And the sad thing, is that he knows that's not the case.

It's hard to write those things because of the comparsion within my head that recognizes the gap between "worth it" and now, "not so much".

Notations:

• If you're going to have a committed, long-distance relationship, you better be equipped with money and a cell phone. If you haven't gotten either, it's not worth it.
• If you're like me (someone who isn't ready for a committed relationship), don't have a long-distance relationship EVER.
• If you're like me (someone who believes in open relationships), get in a relationship with someone who believes the same things as you do.