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!