I haven't been here for a couple of months. Like I said, I'm on Tumblr.
In any case, this is what's happened while I've been gone: I got a job I'm still playing catch up on bills and things I received lots of good help and well wishes from good friends I found out my roommate has been stealing my rent money for who knows what I need to move and get a better job
I've just been working and getting by the best I can and on Tumblr. If you'd like to check me out over there, message me, I'll let you know who I am.
In any case, I might be moving because of financial issues.
I will be going to school this fall.
I'm in for some great classes and a big ass refund check.
Things I've Been Watching:
Game of Thrones
Things I've Been Reading:
Lots of Comics
Things I've Been Actively Doing:
Tumblr.
I'm not even lying. I didn't understand it at first, but then my friend got me hooked and ugh... you guys, it's just like, god it's like rainbows and candies and fountains of everything the beesssst.
There is fuckery, but it's not like LJ fuckery. I don't know, it's just... better.
Coming to you from Google Chrome. It's very nice. I have an Android theme.
Kraise Hawke loves Merrill in a crazy lovey-dovey way. There's hand-holding, sighing, kissing, "No, I love YOU", dating, snuggling, and doing his damndest to restore the Eluvian not just because it'll make his girlfriend happy...
But because he also wants the secrets and why won't anyone see how awesome it's going to be when it's restored?
Kraise Hawke is a blood mage. A non-academic, very much IN practicing blood mage. While he did experience sadness over his Mother's death, he was more pissed off that Quentin hadn't shared his notes or tried to seek him out as a potential apprentice and so after he murdered the man, ransacked his hide out.
He spends many of his days (read: All), tucked away in the Alienage with Merrill either learning and reading about Dalish history, "I could listen to you all day Love.", trying to restore the mirror, "Hawke, stop. I don't think splashing blood on it makes it work. You're just doing to bleed to death.", or studying notes, "I can't read this Merrill... the handwriting is ATROCIOUS".
Generally, when I dream of places, they stay the same for quite sometime until they change.
But the dream-state of the place I used to work at has changed three times over the course of a few dreams. I wonder what it all means and the changes reflect actual, possible, real world changes.
It's very strange.
I wasn't bothered by the ridiculous layout or the fact that neither of the places had a proper diningroom nor the fact that for some reason, one of the places was now a buffet.
I was bothered that I couldn't get enough food on my plate and for some reason before I could get any chicken the dream morphed into this strange fantasy world, which I wish I could have appreciated, but I was hungry damn it.