The 'nice' guy

Song of the Day: Hooked on a Feeling by Blue Suede

Note: I meant to write this for a while now, but I was too busy :/ Uni's been a pain in the ass lately, so I haven't had time to play a single video game since early September, much less write a post. 

We've all dreamed of meeting him ever since we watched our first Disney movie. He was tall, dark and handsome and sweet and caring and back then, getting a guy like that seemed easier than putting our clothes on on our own.
Fast forward to early adolescence, we saw him again in romcoms, as the adorable guy that secretly loves his best friend, who happens to be with a guy she doesn't deserve, but in the end, it all works out and they ride a unicorn into the sunset. It all seemed so believable back then, so incredibly naive that it's hard for me to grasp how foolish I was. But, part of being an adult is removing your rose-tinted glasses - going out into the world and finally seeing it for what it is; a piece of crap.
And so the 'nice guy' that also happens to be incredibly handsome trope lives on to the present day. You want to know what I think of that? It's bullshit. Finding a nice guy, even a not-so-attractive one, is like finding a four-leaf clover. Come on! you might say, it can't be that hard! But truth is, it is. It's still baffling to me how incredibly hard it is to find a guy that doesn't want just sex.

By now, you might be enraged. No, you're an idiot, you might think. You just like bad boys, it's your own fault.
No, actually, I'm not at all attracted to macho-type guys (well, apart from Dean Winchester, who's actually a big softie if you get to know him), in fact, they repulse me. No, I usually go for quiet, shy, sweet guys that seem to fit the 'nice guy' profile. Having a rather strong personality myself (which has nothing to do with me being an introvert), I prefer being around someone that doesn't overpower me, or threaten me, but rather, someone that is more...quiet is not quite the word I'm looking for, neither is submissive...I think what I mean to say is someone that listens to what I have to say (instead of being as loud and vocal as I am) and respects my opinions and doesn't feel the need to contradict them all the time (even though he might not agree with me). I'm looking for another introvert, someone that likes video games and watching tv and understands why I sometimes feel the need to hide from everyone in the dark, even for entire days, someone that gets why I'm overwhelmed by too much socialisation and doesn't mock me for being socially awkward. Basically, a descent human being, someone like me.

Is it so hard to find a descent human being? It seems so, yes. I honestly thought I had, and thought so for a whole year. And then, I realised that this person that I thought was so much like me, that listened to me ramble about things I liked and even remembered everything I told him days later, that person I thought had feelings for me, was an asshole. Which explains why he never asked me out, or anything. Apparently, I was just another girl he flirted with, which didn't bother me too much because I had no feelings whatsover towards him. What bothered me was that I considered this person a friend of mine and he really disappointed me with his patriarchal point of view and sexist remarks.

It seems that I've digressed a bit - hell, this is in no way an essay or anything, it's basically incoherent rambling. - what I mean to say is this: Don't ever compromise. It's true that 'nice guys' exist, but they're not as common as movies and tv will have you believe. You need to spend a lot of time alone, which can be very hard at times. And others will have boyfriends/girlfriends and that's probably going to hurt a lot, but you know what? Some of them have compromised and they're with someone that's not right for them, out of fear of being alone. There are no perfect people, but there are people that are perfect for us. We just haven't met them yet. We're in a planet of 7 billion people, so you can imagine how hard that is. Point is, you should never compromise. I'm not saying you should have a five page list of what you're looking for in a partner, what I'm saying is that when someone's right for you, you'll know it. Until then, all you can do is watch the Mindy Project and cry because Mindy Lahiri is so damn lucky.

In a galaxy far far away...

Song of the Day: Counting Stars by One Republic

Sometimes I feel like the 2014 nineteen-year-old Carrie Bradshaw. Except I don't own any Manolo Blahnik, or go to designer parties, or write a column for a magazine. 

Yes, I might not be in my thirties, or even a 'real' adult, despite being five months and a day away from my 20s, and yes, I don't have a proper job, or a serious relationship (or any right now -.-), but I'm wise beyond my years. 

All I know I learned from tv. And believe me, the things I see- the way men think...I mean what the fuck, when I girl leaves, go after her! To finish my sentense, I'm not even sure they think; maybe they say whatever pops into their heads and shrug, and then, they go ahead and say that women are complicated and they can't figure out the way WE think or what we want. 

Well, this is my face, like all the goddamn time:

What we want is for you to pay attention. To THINK, for fuck's sake. And not bury your feelings, just embrace them. It's going to feel much better, I promise. But no, *dude voice* we have to be tough and drink beer and burp and be all manly. 

In a Carrie fashion, I'll end this shitstorm with a question: How different are the two genders? And is it nature that differentiates us, or nurture?

It's the Velocirapocalypse! Also, apparently NOT the darkest timeline!

Captain's Log 76: I'm stranded at sea.

Well, kind of.
Good news: I re-wrote the beginning of my novel; since the previous chapters seemed out of place and awkward when paired with the rest of the story. They were fine when I was a teenager, but for the last few years I felt like I needed to change the very first chapters, because obviously, they're the most important ones, the ones that will draw the reader in, or lose them.
But, for a long while, I had no idea what to write, or how to pair the beginning with the rest of the story. But one day, not long ago, it came to me. Just like that. I started writing and here we are! The first two chapters are complete and I'm quite happy with how they came out. I'll need to change a few details in the following chapters, but the idea remains the same, and the later chapters (from chapter 10 and on) will stay pretty much intact.
I've come to the conclusion that this novel is my magnum opus, seeing as I've already dedicated seven years of my life writing it. A lot has changed since then - it's almost unrecognisable, and although the story has matured along with me, its core has remained the same. A handful of names that I came up with when I was twelve have remained the same; not for sentimental reasons, but because they were good! I might've been only a child, but I had some great ideas. And here I am now, seven years later, ready to finish the first book. I still haven't decided a name for the series, and there might never be.

Not-so-good meows news: All this time I've spent finishing chapter one and two: it's because my desktop computer is currently in a storage unit and I'm miles away in my parents' house with my good ol' laptop that can't play anything with but old games, otherwise it gets mad at me and shuts down.
Playing The Witcher all day long doesn't seem like a great idea; it's quite an enjoyable game but it's from 2007 and sometimes even I've had enough of medieval-themed video games. Also, every single prostitute/ serving girl/ witch in this game seems to want to grab my butt, but Geralt really likes Triss (according to my headcannon at least. Can't we make Yennifer disappear or something?), so she's the only one with ass-grabbing rights.

Back to me: Lately, I've been puzzled and not puzzled. I'll explain.
There's this guy. Let's call him Emmet Brickowski. And yes, you guessed right (???), this is a story of .gifs.
When he's around other people, he acts like this:

When he's around me, he acts like this:

And this:

And this:

Aaand this:

Now that I come to thing about it, he could be an undercover velociraptor. He obviously does not read this blog, although if he bothered to check my facebook profile, he would have access to this sorry mess (HINT! HINT!)

And he would know (I guess?) that his plan is going awry. It was a stupid plan to begin with. Okay, I have to admit, it was cute at first, now, however, it's borderline annoying. NO. Skip borderline. It's Annoying. Capital A. 

How the fuck can you not send a text. After I sent you one first! What the fuck is wrong with you? What? WHAT?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

And my question is:

It's not that I don't understand men, it's just that you're weird, man. And I usually like weird, but now I'm annoyed, so... Yeah. Congratulations, I suppose. Operation succesful.

Also, no Song of the Day today. NO SONG.

A Storm of Thoughts

Song of the Day: Pompeii by Bastille

Lately I’ve been responding to almost everything with apathy. Everything is now meh. Which is better than my usual over-emotional self, but it bothers me. It bothers me because I want feelings, but just the good ones. In other words, I want to be happy.

I’m not miserable, I’m just moderately content with my life right now. To explain further, I’m a spontaneous person. I like things to happen in quick succession, like a flash of images passing through my eyes, I like to feel strong, crippling emotions that leave me out of breath, I want to be so happy I can’t contain myself. I can’t stand stillness, it’s boring, it’s dull and it feels like silence.

And nothing bothers me more than something that’s out of my control. When there’s nothing I can do to fix it. It’s better when it’s my fault, as I’ve mentioned in a previous post, but when I can’t explain it...when no one can’t, then I feel like my whole body is going to burst of frustration. Perhaps, that fix is to let everything go. To stop trying to think like someone else and let life happen. I’ll probably never know why things go the way they do, but if there’s nothing I can do about it, what is the point of worrying about it? I think that if it doesn’t happen, then it wasn’t good to begin with. Although I can’t explain it, I do not view life as a collection of random occurrences. Things do happen for a reason, and every single thing that’s happened to me, big or small has led me where I am today, so the universe – for lack of a better term of the unknown force that may or may not control the entire yarn of existence - is probably far wiser than I am. I’m a person that does not plan things, because what’s the point in that? To quote alt-band Paramore, “it’s not the way you plan it, it’s how you make it happen.”

There is no point to linger in memories because time does not wait for us, it just moves forward (or does it? That is a debate for another time). What I’m trying to say is, it’s okay to let things go, if they don’t work. Go ahead, delete that conversation. There’s no point in waiting for people that don’t give two shits about you. It’s fine, because the truth is, there are people that are worth your time, and believe me, you’ll know when you meet them. It’s fine because this time it’s not a heartbreak, it’s a minor nuisance. This time you’re angry because you wasted your time, not because you were hurt. This time you know you’ve grown and those silly little things don’t hurt you at all anymore, and you’re this strong person you once hoped you’d be.

So, this feeling of apathy might not be so bad after all. That is, because I’m proud of myself. I might’ve lost the battle, but I’ve won the war. Let me close this post with a few pictures (for lack of .gifs) from the great Kelly Kapoor. 

Also (here's a .gif yayyy!!!):

Who's that girl?

Song of the Day: 22 by Taylor Swift

I'm back in Glasgow. I spent most of my day binge-watching Inside Amy Schumer (again?!) and a few episodes of The Office.
It feels good watching women I can relate to; Amy Schumer, Mindy Kaling, Amy Poehler, Zooey Deschanel. All my life I've been told to be less emotional, to stop crying so easily, to wear stop being so girly. No. To quote Jessica Day from New Girl, "I just wanted to listen to Taylor Swift alone."
That's me.
Actually, let me describe myself with a few .gifs. However you pronounce that. (I say it with a soft g motherfuckers).

When I go out:

Also when I go out:

The rest of my life:

Every time I see something cute:

How I'm trying to act when someone flirts with me:

What ends up happening:

Also, when I make a really REALLY dumb decision:

A few hours later:

A few days later:

And finally, when people tell me to be this or that:

What also feels good is listening to Justin Timberlake late at night. Damn you Jessica Biel!

I tricked you! This was another post about my FEELINGS. Yeah. I bet you thought you were going to read something interesting!

Wait...this is a blog that barely anyone reads so...yeah. It's another sparsely populated corner of the internet where I vaguely describe my life. 

Oh and, Ireland was interesting. I enjoyed Belfast far more than Dublin. Belfast was a cozy little town, oddly connected to two things that are synonymous with death and misery: The Titanic and Game of Thrones.

Right! I almost forgot! There's a new episode tonight! There's a lot of blood and death and...poop. 

It's FUN!

The final frontier

Two posts on the same day? She must be pretty angry! Well, yes I am, thank you very much.

Sometimes I think: wtf is my life??? 

I should be watching The Mindy Project again and again to remind myself why serial dating is a bad idea. Also to remind myself that Danny was a dick too. Also, to try to stay as sober as possible at weddings. 

If there's a character similar to me on tv, that's Jessica Day from New Girl. I'm weird, I'm awkward, I'm dorky as hell and wayyy too mushy and emotional. I even cried at that movie where a guy dies and his dog's waiting for him until it dies too. 

I even cry when I see cute babies in diaper ads or when I listen to Taylor Swift. I don't get the Nicks and Schmidts and Coaches of the world. I'm confused. Like Psyduck. 

People hate drama. What's that even supposed to mean? Am I expected to change myself; to be less emotional, to stop crying at silly things? 

Is it because I'm a cat lady? 

Guess what, I'm fucking proud to be a cat lady. Cats are awesome and I own several clothes depicting them. 

Fuck this. I'm not going to change myself to please someone else, 'cause I'm pretty damn awesome. And if I'm not good enough for you, that's your loss. 

I'm hella rad and that is not debatable. 

Don't be a dick

Song of the Day: Hey Now by London Grammar

I wanted to write something eloquent today. And I can't. I'm not okay. I should be okay. I'm in Dublin, I should be having fun but I keep thinking that everything's wrong. Things are going sour again and whose fault is it? I want to blame myself, 'cause if it's me, then I can fix it, but if I'm not the one that's controlling things - if I'm not the one to blame, then who am I going to blame? I'm confused and angry, I'm sad and I'm lonely, and I'm not even sure why. What's happening? I feel like a spectator in my own show; I'm sitting here wondering, waiting, not knowing what's going on. Maybe I miss my friends from home. Maybe I miss my cat. Maybe all I need is to binge-watch a show. Maybe I'll never be okay. Maybe everything's going to be fine. 

What I'm trying to say is, I know nothing. I don't understand life, I don't understand people, I don't understand God, I don't understand the way the universe works. I'll never know and that's fine with me. But why do we have to make things complicated? Why are our thoughts clouded with fear? Why do we say things to make others feel bad? Why don't we just paint the world in true colours? Why don't we say what we think? We're not getting any younger. So why do we do the things we do?  Point is: don't be Jim Halpert. Don't let fear get in the way of what you want. Take risks, 'cause if you don't, you'll always mourn what you lost. Also, don't be a dick.

One does not simply have fun in Mordor

Song of the Day: Lord of the Rings Medley by Lindsey Stirling

I am sometimes nostalgic. Nostalgic of times I've only heard of. I'm sure they weren't as great as I picture them to be.
Yes, there was death at every corner, and disease and people could come and set fire to your village or slaughter your whole family. And lets not talk about discrimination.
But there were swords! And bows! And everyone wore leather! And people rode horses, not cars. And you could go on an adventure, like Bilbo did in The Hobbit, or Eragon in the Inheritance Cycle!
And people drank ale, not beer. Cider, not appletinis. Wine, not coke. They smoked pipes, not cigarettes.

If you asked me, where would you rather live: Lord of the Rings or Star Trek universe?
I'd say: Lord of the Rings, because in ST's alternate universe, Spock's taken. And in the other one, Kirk's dead, so...While in LOTR, I could have Legolas. Maybe...I picture Gimli and I, dueling for Legolas' heart. I'd win. Fuck you Gimli.
No, I'd rather be in Alagaesia. Then I could have a dragon best friend. And I'd finally get over my fear of heights. Hopefully.

Wait. Why wouldn't you want to be in your own books' world?
'Cause it sucks, that's why. Everyone's a dick there and there are no dragons whatsoever. So why would I want to go there?
Plus, you know how I feel about my book.

Wouldn't it be great if we could get inside video games? Problem solved. And if we died, we could resurrect at our last save point. Awesome, right?
No, you know what? All I want is my full set of Nightingale Armour and my Nightingale Bow from Skyrim, along with a few Ebony Arrows. No, wait. Daedric Arrows are better. I'll have both. Actually, I'll have my whole Skyrim inventory (that has a capacity of 7,000 - I'm a hoarder, I know) because I can't live without sweetrolls and jazbay grapes. And Auriel's Bow is so pretty. :)

Goodbye. I'm going on an adventure.

Don't diss the sonic!

Song of the Day: Enchanted by Owl City

I need a first-person shooter. Or to punch people. In video games, not in real life though. Mostly cause I can't. I'd probably break my knuckles or something.

There's an achievement in Saints Row The Third that you get to unlock if you shoot a certain amount of enemies in the balls. It's much more fun than headshots.

TKO, says Justin. Yeah I'm listening to JT again. I'm still not over 'N Sync breaking up. (wasn't that like twelve years ago?)
Yeah, I feel like I've been TKO-d.

Truth is, I'm the kind of person that loves to overanalyse things instead of letting them go. I'm not chill, okay?
I'm not relaxed, carefree, or whatever slang word there is to describe people that aren't paralysed with overwhelming anxiety 24/7.

Well, it's way past New Year's Eve, but I'll make my resolution now, in June. I'll be chill. I'll be cool. Whatever happens, happens. Most likely nothing, in which case, there's no reason for me worrying. I should stop thinking of how things would be if only this and that had worked out and start living in the now. I've got to learn to live with my choices, 'cause I made them for a reason. I guess.

Incoherent ramblings in Klingon

Song of the Day: Love Stoned / I Think She Knows by Justin Timberlake

My muffins did not taste as good as I expected them to. Sad face.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom.

So, I spent the day watching tv. As per usual. Tv is relaxing. It can be funny, sad, weird, shocking, exciting. But that's not why I watch stuff on tv. The reason is that, for once, I don't have to make decisions. I don't really have to think. Things happen and there's nothing I can do to stop them, whether I want to or not. You could argue that life like's that, but it's not. Because, you see, in life, even if you can't control things, you feel like you could - that there's something you could do. You believe you did something wrong, that somehow you screwed things up, even if, in reality, there was no way for you to alter the course of things. At least, that's how my mind works. 

Isn't it great how on tv, people end up together, no matter the obstacles? They make it look so easy, so effortless like it's the most natural thing in the world. Whereas in life, people are much more stupid. Or I'm stupid. I don't know. 

Or maybe I binge-watched too much of The Mindy Project and Parks and Recreation. 

(more personal stuff about me below. you've been WARNED.)

I think I need to point out I'm an introvert. I'd love to be an extrovert, believe me, 'cause it's really hard feeling all weird around people, and having others thinking you're aloof or worse, stuck up. But I'm not, and I can't change the way I am. I love sitting at home watching tv and I also love hanging out with other people. I'm just weird when interacting with them, and that's the problem. Something that gets worse when someone flirts with me and I like him, 'cause I get even weirder and I think I give guys the impression I'm not interested. Well, dude, unless you ask me out or message me, or even make someone else ask me (if you're so scared of me, wtf am I Maleficent? and even if you chose to do that I'd answer 'cause I'm really not ashamed of who I like, it's not like it's this HUGE secret like it was in primary school and if someone found out, you'd die of terror [that actually happened to me, but that's another story for another time]) you're probably not going to know. 

OH DEAR GOD IS THIS ABOUT A GUY AGAIN, WILL YOU SHUT UP?

No. Yes. Well no. I'm talking in general. Or not. Guess. 

Okay this is simple. I wish I could have this on a t-shirt: If you like me, ask me out. 

If I had a dime for all the guys that never worked up the courage to ask me out I'll be living in a mansion and my cat would have a butler. Seriously. 

I'm the Dovahkiin you little scum!

Songs of the Day: 
1. Skyrim by Lindsey Stirling and Peter Hollens
2. The Age of Aggression by various bards all around the imperial province of Skyrim


Am I an Imperial? Probably not. But am I a Stormfuck? Definitely not!

I remember when I first launched Skyrim: I was in a cart, there were three men across me, a sad, pale man with a brown mop of hair, another one, with long blond hair and blue eyes - kinda handsome if you ask me - and a third one, another long-haired blond, but this one was gagged with a black cloth. He was wearing expensive clothes; while the others were not - he seemed important.

At first I liked Ulfric. He seemed like the good guy, the hero, the Captain America of Skyrim.
Captain Skyrim. I like that.

But after a few weeks into the game, I found out some documents and...well, as I should have expected
Ulfric Stormcloak is a dick.
He doesn't fight for the freedom of his country and people, he fights for himself. What he wants is power; which is what pretty much what everyone wants in Tamriel, Westeros and Earth.
He murdered a dude with his voice. Who also happened to be the High King. It sounds pretty impressive, but it's really not when you realise he's just a petty coward who learned a few words of the Thu'um from the Greybeards and went ahead and murdered his king.

So, this is a rant about Ulfric. I FUCKING HATE ULFRIC.

Behold my power, puny mortals!

Song of the Day: Carry on Wayward Son by Kansas.

I just remembered! I had the craziest dream last night.

I said: Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.

Yeah. I was exorcising a bunch of demons. I'm not sure why, because right after that I said:
Stand back, I am an Angel of the Lord.

Funny thing is, I haven't watched Supernatural for a couple of months...So, I have no idea why I had that dream, or why most of my dreams are in English Enochian. But it was pretty cool. I was an angel! (which is what I would be if I was given a chance to be in Supernatural's world).

Now I wish I could lucid dream, because I really want to be an angel again and interact with Sam and Dean and Castiel and Crowley. Wait. Maybe there are angels and this was their way of telling me I'm accepted in their ranks! Nah. I'm pretty sure this whole post is 100% blasphemous. Whatever. I'm an agnostic anyway. Which means that sooner or later, I'm going to burn in the fiery pits of hell for the sinner that I am. Can't wait.

No rest for the wicked

Song of the Day: The Mummer's Dance by Loreena McKennitt

I'm out of peanut butter! This is a disaster.

I guess I could get a new jar, but that would require me to order a whole bunch of groceries from the supermarket and then open the door to the delivery guy and spend a few awkward minutes making small talk, yada yada yada. (I was just about to make a Yoda pun.)

Also, I've been playing Don't Starve again. It's fun. It's like Minecraft but without blocks and scarier. I mean, I'm not afraid of spiders in real life, but the spiders in DS never fail to startle me.

I'm actually pretty upset because two different companies managed to mess up my order; the first one sent me a wrong product (which I know have to return and I really don't want to 'cause I'm lazy as hell and I don't want to go out) and the second one somehow placed the t-shirt I ordered in someone else's parcel. So, I have to sent emails and this is exactly the kind of shit I didn't want to get involved in - this is why I order online dammit! To avoid social interaction! And yes - emailing someone counts as social interaction. Most people don't understand this - but yeah, this is how I am. I'm a complete introvert: I like staying home and leaving only when it's absolutely necessary (like if there's a fire) or when I want to hang out with friends.

I'm also invited to someone's birthday party and I have to go out and get him a gift (I have no idea what - I'm not Leslie Knope), so I guess I'll go out after all. I just don't like going out by myself, it feels weird.

To end on a positive note, last night I dreamed I was at Burger King. And that my dad was wanted by the government. And he had to change his name and they sent helicopters after us. And as I was running I was holding my cat. He was very soft.

UPDATE: I wrote this a few days ago. I now have peanut butter but no muffins. Another day, another disaster is my life motto.

Bogus!

Song of the Day: Stronger by Kanye West.

Child of Light is getting really intense! People are trying to kill me, which is - if you think about it - what happens in every single video game. You'd think I'd be tired of it, but no. It's fun. I get to have guns and swords and sneak behind people.

I've been drawing/painting lately. It's equally relaxing and frustrating. Mostly because I can't draw for shit and that makes me press the 'x' button and that's why I have tons of wips on my computer, just sitting there. I'm really bad at finishing stuff - mostly because I'm a perfectionist and I expect too much of myself.
... which is why I've been writing a book for 7 years now...

Also, fuck Game of Thrones. What on shit's name was that first 16 mins of 'The Laws of Gods and Men' ? Yet another gratuitous sex scene? I know this is Game of Thrones, but that's just plain horrible. Actually - you know what's pissing me off? Boobs. I keep seeing boobs, boobs and more boobs, but no naked men, ever. And that is extremely offensive.

Anyway, the sun's almost up, so it's time for me to make some coffee. My sleeping schedule is completely fucked up.

Questionable Content

Song of the Day: What Goes Around...Comes Around by Justin Timberlake.

I'm going through a mini existential crisis. Yes. Again. I'm almost 20, mmmkay?

The title of this post comes from what I've been reading for the past 2 days. Yes. I'm reading QC again. I shouldn't, seeing as every time I say I'll read only a few strips, I end up reading hundreds...Marten is the character I most identify with. Quite obvious, right? Right. Let's move on.

About my existential crisis. I haven't spend much money lately, apart from food and transport, so, I felt like I deserved to spoil myself a little. I bought an brow powder (the fuck is this ? right, it's basically...well, powder for your brows. mine are very sparse, so I need to fill them in when I go out. enough 'splainin'.)
I also ordered an eyeshadow palette (Urban Decay's Naked 2) and I'm about to buy a few tank tops/camis to wear when I go out at night ('cause I obviously can't wear my geeky t-shirts, can I? they're so comfy though!). And I really don't feel like squeezing myself in a tight dress. I know I look good in them, but it's still cold at night where I live and I can't really dance in them, only sway awkwardly left and right. Which is kind of what I'm doing when I'm wearing pants too, but never mind.

I've been talking around the whole existential crisis thing, haven't I? Well, here's what's bothering me (apart from my nose being too wide, lulz): my face looks like a baby's! Okay, more like a 15/16 year old's, but still. I really really hate that. Most people (including my mom - SHUT UP MOM) say that I'm lucky, 'cause when I'm her age, I'll still look young and stuff. Is that supposed to make me feel better? That I'll look better than other women when I'm 50? Geez, thanks, now I feel great. My problem isn't that big - I mean, they don't always ID me, but I've had people saying I look 12, or that I look younger that my sister (we're 4 years apart!) - okay, they must've been blind, I can't find any other explanation for this. But anyway, I decided to jump on the contouring bandwagon. I have an oval face and no Benedict Cumberbatch cheekbones or a sharp nose...I'm generally not one of the people complaining about their appearance. In fact, I'm quite satisfied with how I look - the only part of me that I would like to change is my nose, but apart from that, I'm happy with my face and body. Yes, I'm short but that doesn't bother me.

What? I said I'd make brief posts? Hahahaha. You know I'm a writer, right?

And I just remembered! I'm writing a sitcom! That's right. I'll be writing it during breaks from my novel. I thought it would be a good idea to branch out a little. 

Also: my obsession with peanut butter continues! PEANUT BUTTER BAGELS!

We live in the darkest timeline: blog reboot and other stuff.

Song of the week: Beautiful Times by Owl City and Lindsey Stirling.

I keep forgetting about this blog and then coming back.

First things first: I have a blog that I update quite often, it's ladydragonfire.tumblr.com.

Also, I will update my blog quite often now. 'Cause I'm narcissistic and egotistical like that!
I know no one's reading this, but what the hell!

I'm listening to Bee Gee's Stayin' Alive. Man, I love this song. Makes me wanna dance. And I dance like Commander Shepard (which, if you're not familiar with Mass Effect, is a bad thing).
Now I'm listening to Billie Jean. I want to do the moonwalk. But my room is too small and let's be honest. I can't moonwalk.

I know I said I'd make a vlog/gaming channel but: there's a reason this didn't happen.
I tried. I really, really tried. But, last September, I moved in student halls, since I'm a uni student now (HELL YEAH!) and I felt that it would be too weird if I talk on my own to a camera...
I did make a let's play, which is not available now, since it's wasn't even that good. And it had like 5 views, all from me. Need I say more?

Wait, I'm listening to Katy Perry now!
Wait, what?
You would never-! Well, I do like Katy Perry. If you don't, it's fine, but I do.
Are you ready for, ready for...a perfect storm, perfect storm...♪

I'll probably listen to ACDC next. Yeah, I listen to pretty much everything nowadays. But yeah, ACDC are awesome!

I've been playing Child of Light lately, and it's so adorable! The protagonist, Aurora, kinda looks like me (red hair-brown eyes), so that's a factor. But seriously, it's so cute! And a rejuvenating break from the mayhem and craziness of Saints Row.
JOHNNY FUCKING GAT. MATT EFFIN' MILLER.

My favourite dialogue:
- Listen you French fuck--
- Please. I am Belgian.
- So make yourself a fucking waffle.

ALSO: Watch The Devil's Carnival. It's a horror musical and so damn good!

Why this is a reboot? I'll try to keep it short (who am I kidding? when do I keep things short?).

1. No more long and complicated posts - I'm nearly twenty and therefore, too old for that.
2. Instead, I'll make short posts and perhaps include some pictures, as I write about all the meaningless things that happen in my life.
3. I'll talk about video games and tv shows and what kind of music I'm listening to while writing each post.
4. I'll have a song of the week thing. Found on top of every post. 

See? That was short. I even surprised myself this time! I'll end with a few hashtags.

#SAVEGREENDALE #THISISTHEDARKESTTIMELINE #poppop #sixseasonsandamovie!