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Galis is up yet another age category (on the 25th which it is here!). Great Wyrm Galis will one day be a reality!

*does the birthday dragon dance*

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I have one of these things.

Well, hrm! Hi everyone, I am sorta slow on social mediums ;)

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Clear nights for three days in a row, but now 100% overcast =/ Looks like I won't get to see the eclipse.
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How to Vory-Sue!

1) Pick a universe from an existing fictional setting, often video games.
2) Determine the 'top predator' of this universe. If fantasy this is usually dragons, if sci-fi, the zerg/tyranid equivilant.
3) Your character should always pred on #2 and have developed without any predators of their own. This positions your character entirely outside any possible food chain, establishing you as the biggest baddest beings around.
4) Your character ignores why most large predators avoid eachother (namely, injuries suffered by even the winner are likely to make such a diet ultimately a failure for survival), because they never get seriously hurt hunting the universe's most dangerous creatures.
5) If the setting is 'low fantasy' or 'human-centric sci-fi' your character is the reason all the big beasts are now extinct.
6) Moral quandaries are for other races. Your character thinks nothing of whether or not the prey is sentient.
7) Moral quandaries are for other races. Your character is somehow noble despite 1-6, and anyone fighting against their behavior is immoral for trying to kill a sentient being 'just trying to survive'.
8) Now go eat the main character of #1, whom you supposedly hate ever since /lore item/ totally changed them from how they were supposed to be, and you don't care about the character any more, yet you're making all this to... show how much you don't care about them any more.
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This Halloween brought to you by Jacel!

Now go eat candy.

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Happy hatchingday to llyander! May you have a day filled with bitings on cakes, and not me!
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Be back Monday night!
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My dad was at the hardware store and saw some stain and decided then and there he was gonna re-stain the deck today. So when he gets home, he doesn't even come inside, he just leans in the door and yells "I need you to come stain the deck right now!", and of course this is the first I've heard of this plan. This is pretty much how it works when his dad is home. He sees something he wants to do or thinks he wants to do, and it becomes a MUST DO RIGHT NOW priority no matter what it is. And if he waits he changes his mind or forgets about it =P There's no "We're gonna stain the deck next week", just "I saw some stain so we're gonna stain the deck right now, damn any other plans or the weather or anything". It's why I'm so stressed all the time even though I don't have much work to actually do - every single minute they're around, it's like being on call in an emergency hospital because nothing is planned, everything is instaneous "life or death" emergencies that just suddenly pop up. Without the ability to know when my free time is or how long it will be, it doesn't matter how MUCH of it I have, because I can't -commit- it to anything.

It's hard to explain to them. It's not that I don't want to help, I -do-. I'm perfectly happy to do whatever errands or chores they want me to do. But I can't stand feeling like I'm always ten seconds away from having to drop everything I'm doing and go run off, for something that makes no difference when it's done. I just want the ability to know "I am working now" and "I have free time now", not this "I have an amount of free time between 1 minute and 6 hours but I have no idea how much, so don't make any plans that last longer than 1 minute at a time".

The effect has been I do -nothing- but sit around, really, because that's the only thing I can do and be ready to 'get up and go' at an instant's notice. It's also the primary reason I stay awake later than I should, even after they're done making noise and I can go to bed - it's the only time I feel like I can take a breath and not worry about the amount of time something will take (which of course hurts my sleep even more, heh).
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Ugh I hate how little sleep I get and how scattered it is. Here is the base problem: I'm a light sleeper, and also take an unusual amount of time (around 2 hours) to fall asleep once I go to bed; if I go to bed at midnight I generally start sleeping sometime around 2 am, etc.

My dad goes to bed around 11-midnight. He usually watches TV - RIGHT outside my room, with the volume up since he can't hear it very easily. Plus I usually tend towards night activity myself. Combined, that basically means I'm not able to even -try- to sleep until midnight, so the earliest I'm falling asleep is 2 am.

My mom gets up around 4:30-5:30. She goes to bed around 7-8 pm. She makes a TON of noise when she first gets up, and often has yelling-loud conversations with my dad, because neither hears well now. Naturally this means this is when I wake too. Then after about two hours my dad goes back to bed and naps/re-sleeps. Because of how long it takes me to fall asleep this strategy doesn't work for me, so I just get up.

This means the average night I get 2-3 hours of sleep, and this is a -regular- thing. It's the biggest contributor to why I've gotten so frazzled here, and why when my dad is away and my mom -doesn't- slam everything she can find, I end up sleeping 14 hours on a single day and then having huge headaches from too much sleep at once.
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How do they fit so many gnomes with all those hammers in one dragon's head?

Ow ow ow. Leave my precious brains alone, migraine gnomes!

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Birthday time for pinkpuppybelly Bloodhound! Dragons, assemble and go rawr at her!

Happy birthday, Miss Barkbark!

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Happy birthday to palshife_sakura! *ties purple ribbons all over her*
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Running a fever lately. Keeping well-hydrated, and aside from feeling really tired and a bit dizzyish and stomache-aching, I don't feel bad.

I am, however, sweating like crazy, especially nights. I sweated so much last night my sheets reached the max they could absorb and it just puddled around me. But since it was actually cool in the room, that puddle got kinda cold.

Trying to sleep in a shallow puddle of cold liquid is surprisingly difficult.

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Preceeded by a 1 =P

Fell down the stairs, landing on my knee and then twisting and slipping down about four steps to end up on my belly. Got my kneecap something fierce, and took the skin off a hand sized region from rugburn down deep enough it's bleeding a good bit, yech.

And didn't spill the glass of soda I had in my hand, except for a few drops.

Unsure if this is epic win or epic fail >..< This had better be the best diet coke ever.

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Happy Birthday to Kissy-Taro! May your candles not ignite in your muzzle!

*hunts for Chameleon Dragon to give them smooches, but as always, they're camoflauged!*

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I think since I talk about game design a lot with friends, I'll start posting my thoughts here.

How questing became grindingCollapse )

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Happy birthday to fuzzy black panferpillar! Wiggle around! Eat those leaves! ^..^
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28 shouldn't feel this old! Probably just because I'm still not doing anything, heeh.

Thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday!

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So for the last fourty five minutes my parents sat in my room making fun of me, pulling my hair, poking me in the back, and otherwise acting like I was two years old and they had to 'goo goo gah gah' baby talk me for fun.

It was surreal, bizzare, and infinitely annoying.

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Operation: Eat a Piece of Bread

Summary: Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow Error running style: S2TIMEOUT: Timeout: 4, URL: galis.livejournal.com/ at /home/lj/src/s2/S2.pm line 531.