You can never really leave what you love. Or at least that's what I still tell myself, and love that I do.

Fourth of July. My girlfriend and I go to a barbarcue at our friends. We arrived early and our friend Ryan had to go out to get some extra supplies, and he tossed me a green gameboy to pass the wait. Pokémon Blue was inside, which happened to be my very first game. It was a rush of nostalgia unlike any other. So many memories... Picking Charmander on my sixth birthday. Who could...

before I begin: all you cyndaquil lovers are noobs, real men use chikorita.

VS

Sweaty and exhausted after a long and harsh journey to Mr. Pokemon (I did manage to get Oak's number though, such a player ;D), Ryan is encountered by a red-haired dirt bag. Our eyes make contact and before we realize it, our pokemon are in a heated...

I finally found my rhythm in the Battle Arcade again, cruising past the 130 mark, with my goal to dethrone my enemy on Smogon nearing. (Team Rocket Elite, who captured 194) I was on 135 and on a roll... when my game... froze. ;_;

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*heavy sigh*

[ this blog is intended to reflect on the actions of a bunch of MSN/Skype baboons, bare with me - it's also a chain to X-626's blog entry]

Can I ask something? Why is everyone's mood in a freaking knot lately? Wait, no, not lately, since the start of late May. I thought this was supposed to last June, everyone would get their crappy moods, disagreements, and what not out of their system and the upcoming months would be awesome. Boy was I wrong.

Here's a bunch of people...

DANG IT! I DROPPED MY DS WHILE BATTLE TOWER WHORING AND IT FROZE. >:|

It's like Arceus doesn't want me to break my 164 record. v_v