The attack of a teenager's rants.

Curses. I almost forgot about the beautiful blog that I absolutely adooore.

So, as I’m running out of ideas, I’ll just rant about Pokemon again. Evil, aren’t I?

So, on Tuesday, May whatever 2010, I beat the Elite Four. Yeah, that’s right, with my overlevelled dragon-puppy and mud-frog-thing and my severely underlevelled everything else, I beat them. In fact, I was just terrified of Lance’s Dragonites, when in reality lil’ Spot only fainted due to him spamming Dragon Rush like the cheapo he is. In any case, his Gyarados was more dangerous. In fact, the main problem with the Pokemon League was just the fighting guy. Eh.

Bwahahaha I just need three more badges before I get all 16 of them (I need Brock’s, Blue’s and Blaine’s… Oh snap there’s a pattern.). I will not challenge Red though, because his Pokemon go up to 88 or something and THAT AIN’T GONNA BE PRETTY. Besides, I’m not feeling like item-spamming with my level 57 Dialga. :/

Oh well, the bell’s gonna ring. Bye bye.