I took my time with making another post.

 I'm going to make another one tomorrow (Today? Definitely only after I make this post and go to sleep) relating how my epic suicide prank spiralled out of control when coupled with my apparent mood disorder and got me in trouble with mother yesterday. But that's besides the point.

 It's 2017 now. To kick off a good year I decided to make a post on my favorite Baltic tailoring chatroom and see if I got some dubs - I landed some quads. For lack of augury I'll let my intuition interpret that as a good sign of what's to come.

 2016 was alright. A lot of celebrities, a better part of whose names didn't ring a bell to me, died, and people mourned them, which is fine, though old people do tend to die and there's little point to making that much of a tragedy out of the year.

 Or in making a tragedy out of it in regard to celebrities, because people had a tad to lament when it came to politics*.

 
 Drumpf's win being hot on the heels of last but not least, the success of the Brexit referendum.

 Which in turn may or may have not influenced the results of the parliamentary elections in this country, with the main conservative-socialist party and a smaller but similar party having a comfortable majority in the house of commons. Which, if anything, should mean a more authoritarian government to enforce order and more social programs that will be beneficial to me once I exile myself from the parent's basement.

 I've not been to quick to cheer this result because there is some significant corruption in this presiding party. With shifting political climates there might be a solution in end to this, but that's not a given. If things continue as they have I'll be content.

 For the holidays I've imposed myself a routine of listening to at least one youtube-compilation episode of the History of Rome podcast a day and five episodes of an anime of my choice to give some structure for my life at least now. I've succesfully listened the former up until the emperor Antoninus but have flouted the latter twice so far. I thought about giving reading a chance again yesterday (And I've still not finished the entry for Socrates in that encyclopedia), subsequently having my mother offer me another moderate sum of 100 slavbux to buy myself some books in English, even though I already recieved 400 to buy myself video games this Steam sale. Gotta ride the privilege wave while it lasts.

 I eventually bought a compendium of works called "The Dragon Griaule" and Brendan Sanderson's "Elantris". /sffg/ insists that Brendan, the legendary amish of contemporary genre fiction, writes anime in prosaic form, so I'm really excited to get into Cosmere: Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress: The Book first and follow it up with the compendium.

 That's all for this post.

 The disquieting news comes next time.

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 * - I keep telling myself to stop talking about politics because I'm becoming literally insane and nothing good can come out of this soapboxing, but here we are.

Return of the meme

 This blog post will regard three things: My adapter breaking, which resulted in my silence on this blog, gay birds and my epic prank shaeningans.

 I thought that come hell and high water I wouldn't halt my plans to sacrifice 400 dragon bones a day to progress my prayer in Runescape, but my adapter disagreed. It was a faulty device the moment I plugged it in but it did it's intended use well enough - with periodical disconnects - up until three days ago when the disconnects got more frequent and, irritated, I decided to waggle the USB cable within the device like a retard because that has actually shown to work other times. I displaced already bent metal connectors within the port and two days ago my mother took me to a store to buy a replacement.

 That was before I knew the distinction between an adapter and a router (I unironically had my parents buy Windows 10 - I'm really not knowledgeable about devices.) and on the way home, only after I unpackage the product I realize it's the wrong purchase and chaos ensues in the house with my parents still trying to check if it really does fulfill the purpose of adapting wi-fi, which in turn somehow escalated into my father threatening to kill himself. I'm impatient to live on my own tbh.

 Well, my fault for not informing myself on my purchase (again), I'll own up to it. My parents don't want to sell it on a buyback programme and they won't accept selling it online so I have to keep a product I don't need. Now I have my internet.

 It was a dreary experience being parched of memes for an entire day.

 But I could finally access the internet, and I decided to get brought up to speed on what's happened in Runescape while I was away.  A new quest was released

 For a while I've been trying to model my character around Armadyl, one of the deities of the game, using a certain title besides my name and wearing a certain outfit I bought with spare change.

 

 It appears Jagex appears to have seen fit to make that god gay, and formerly married to two spouses, one expressly male and dead from age and the other killed by another deity. All this information didn't come to me simultaneously.

   "People must be memeing."

 "JAGEX FORCING IN THEIR PROGRESSIVE AGENDA AGAIN IT SEEMS HUH AM I RIGHT MEMERS???????"

 "Other anons are saying that the story writers have not introducted his sexuality artificially to tout their beliefs, maybe they're right"

 "It's been canon that the aviansie were tolerant of homosexuality..."

 "If I forgave Trump for worse on behalf of effecting change in the political scene I can forgive an imaginary bird god about his imaginary spouses on behalf of his intentions on behalf of him saving an imaginary world"

 "Jagex has a clean record when it comes to this, this isn't going to become the rule-

 Then I found out that aviansie "tolerance" of homosexuality actually means that they don't have the concept - Homosexuality is as natural occurence in their society as heterosexuality. They don't even subconsciously bat an eye to it. Which should be inspired by the behavior of certain real-life birds, but I'm not sure if that would be sustainable for an organized society.

 Closing notes because I urgently need to shower and sleep - I managed to ask two of my teachers if they'd miss me if I killed myself, as I'd set out to do before this week.

 My French teacher was somewhat atonished at this, and tried to give some words of encouragement and added that she thinks suicide is for cowards. My history teacher told me, to paraphrase, that that's a stupid idea and I should live my life. Not really as drastic as I imagined myself but I'll still be able to laugh at this in retrospect. Two teachers I'd have liked to interview on this did not attend the last class we'd have had with them this week for varying reasons so it looks like I'll have a small answer pool than originally expected.

Ubergate

 Chiefly, neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays me from grinding that mfing
💯💯💯💯💯 prayer 👌👌👌👌👌 this holiday season.

  Levelling that ranged is a plus. I'll get to 80 in no time, then try to get my defence to that same level which should allow me to grind the God Wars Dungeon efficiently and finally conclude my Quest for the Set after... half a year (pause included).


  Two days my mom aggressively insisted that I stop staying on the computer and study for my Geography final, until the situation descended into shouting (She kept tirading, I loudly inform her that I've just lifted my books to study, she commands me not to yell at her). To her credit I did actually sit down and study for it when otherwise I probably wouldn't have, but it only resulted in a 8,35/10 on the final because I overlooked one (1) country I thought I'd written the name of down on my paper (It was Portugal, not even that obscure) and I was much too vague in completing another question. Nevertheless I managed to sneak on the computer while both parents were downstairs and sacrificed my daily quota of bones in a 30-minute window of time.

 Yesterday I was "invited" to one of my classmate's place to cook something with them for a school-organized Christmas marketplace and I planned on just making a run to the bus stop before they could catch me to grind my daily XP but with some aid from my weaboo friend I just lied I had important affairs to deal with and left them to their business. Not that I had ingredients or cooking expertise.

 Today I persistently asked my English teacher what my Olympiad results were until she disclosed them and I managed to advance with the bare minimum of an 8/10. Caused by some negligent mistakes on the first few test items and me absolutely butchering the application letter. My suspicions that there probably was more to writing an informal letter than "Being fawning and flatulent" were correct. I was excessively fawning according to the teacher that had corrected my test (She substituted our main teacher because the original was busy with overseeing the market), while my main teacher (she was able to host our second class, which was more laid-back) warned me that it was outright demanding at points. Reality check: I've no clue to communicate.

 Normally I don't care about grades, but this is the English Olympiad and my only chance at proving myself in the only thing I'm talented at. Getting an 8/10 set off a mood swing, and, among other thoughts, I was dead set on slitting my wrists once I got home. That determination fizzled out after I waited twenty minutes for a bus or taxi to appear in the area close to my school and slipping on sleet on the way home from the bus station.

 Concerning self harm, I decided it'd be a pretty funny prank if I decided to ask a select few teachers (those teaching classes I managed to somewhat distinguish myself at) if they'd miss me if I killed myself, the last class before the holiday repsectively.

Just the regular tricks the well-adjusted teenager comes up with, innit?

  I'm still going to do it, and I'm grateful for not slitting my wrists because timing self-harm with that question will scare - not startle - them.

 I'm really doing my best to set off alarms intetionally or not because when I was handed a list which demanded among other things my religious denomination (so that I would be exempt from confessing at an Orthodox church during an upcoming semi-holiday) I wrote in "Acolyte of Kek".

 Well, no point in calling yourself a Christian if you're going to be a part-time believer or flout the faith's precepts alltogether. It's one of those jobs that can't be haphazard.

 My closing note will be that I've finally set on writing a story which I hope to finish at least two chapters of. It's a... Runescape fanfic. But it's showing promise, partly because unlike this blog where I'm typing as pretentiously as possible because I want to cling onto this vocabulary like dear life, my prose is much more relaxed and accesible.

 Basic principles I follow are:

 1) Use as few adverbs as possible (Ty Steven King I'll commune with Kek and pray he lets your criticism of Trump fly)
 2) (Disregarded this blog) Always avoid neologisms unless there is no germanic/very vaguely french/english-ish alternative or are present in the common vernacular of the English-speaking population.
 3) Repetition is haram

 It's really been shaping up nicely so far and my only difficulty should be actually writing it as in, typing it, not concieving the prose itself.

Symptoms for Histrionic personality disorder. Yellow highlights I could possibly suffer from, green highlights are confident symptoms. Unlike with autism or psychosis I think I got the issue right this time.

Status Update

 Physical health status:

Hearty n' hale

 Prayer status:

Positive consequence of my progressing dracocaust

 Ranged status:

What's now my highest combat stat used to be my smallest. Prayer demands bones and time tbh.

 Romanian final status: Our teacher was absent from school today and subsequently it's been postponed until presumably tomorrow. At least we were let off an hour earlier

 School status: Still a disaster.

 English olympiad status: Results should be announced tomorrow. Unless I've comitted a drastic blunder I should qualify for the next stage. English is literally the only thing I'm good at and I'm desperately forcing my vocabulary on this blog just to reafirrm this and make the most out of it.

 My weaboo friend's status: He allowed me to accompany him to a post office where he had to pick up a package. The line there was pretty lengthy and I politely asked if he'd be really angry if I made a run for it and left him pick the package alone. Then I left him anyways when he wasn't paying attention. We've both been nurturing an increasingly healthy relationship of mutual adversity.

 Mental health status: I've reopened my inquest into it. I've read about Wilhelm II's mental health out of curiosity of what caused his bouts of anger and found some unsettling familiarities with histrionism. While I'm probably less hasty about diagnosing myself with issues (I used to unironically believe I had autism) there is still a problem at the root of my behavior and damn it I am going to identify it. I'm sick of mood swings. I'm sick of disregarding consequences every once in a while (Thankfully I don't live a lifestyle that allows those consequences to reach a certain magnitude).

 I also have a maths test tomorrow.

T3h Titel

 I've really been neglecting my responsibilities. And liabilities. (See: This blog.)

 Much has gone down since my last post. Firstly, now I'm also in trouble with my grades at Physics, not just Psychology, because we were handed a paper which was meant to be graded and I was only expressly informed about this twenty minutes into the class. This was the seventh hour into the day and I really didn't feel like doing anything, let alone try to decipher the squibbles in my notebook to complete the blanks on that paper. So at best I'm getting a 2/10 to go with the 5/10 I think I have noted down on me. Good news is that we are supposed to recieve a third grade for a presentation concerning a national inventory and teachers tend to be generous with grading projects. Or at the very least I can make a project that will be graded generously.

 Other priorities was reading two books for the next week, one in Romanian and the other was my elective choice of King Lear. I made that choice not recalling that Shakespeare lived in the era where brits were a bunch of troglodytes (Starting to become a power broker grace of some talented leaders) with a language to match. I can't go half a page without seeing some word I don't understand and I'm already insecure enough about my English*. I can still go ahead and read it but it will prove a difficult task. Having to kill 400 blue dragons a day in Runescape for the bones doesn't help either, but the seasonal bonus experience won't be invested into Prayer by itself.

 I'd have liked to read those school-appointed books and commence work on that project this half of the weekend but I resigned to just killing blue dragons while listening to a reading of Sonichu and Sonic High School and browsing some sites periodically. I've finished the first series and am half into the latter so here's hoping.

 About my English, yesterday I'd participated in the first stage of the yearly Olympiad. Only the writing segment proved to be somewhat of a difficulty but I managed it. I have no knowledge of writing a formal letter beyond "be polite and use pretentious language". The second is default for me and this blog demonstrates that. This is a good transition into the next subject because months ago I joked that this assesment would be scheduled in time for Trump to bless me with High Energy from the White House.

 Well, not doubts in regards to the blessing so far. I've avoided talking politics on here for some time because I've had it with saying objectively incorrect nonsense or go on tirades about subhumans or fascism which I'm going to regret as I grow up. But here goes nothing. Proof of corruption is surfacing. There were hints this would've been the case, but I was optimistic on this account and even then he still should prove to be a better pick than Hillary would've. 

 Perhaps it was the idea of Donald that should've lived on, not his campaign. The memes will get sourer with the knowledge that Trump has not lived up to the hype, IF he doesn't.

  Last time I checked he was losing the popular vote by two million. At this point he's probably losing by four. If the rate remains constant he'll be losing by 384 million votes when I turn 23. This means a very discontented left that is skittish to smash the skull of any person that voices the slightest sympathy to authority against the asphalt. I cautiously have a tab of "Why Socialism?" by Einstein open and might start a folder of zesty memes to identify myself when the revolution comes because my skin really means more to me than my principles.

 Oh also I have two finals next week. Whoops.

I took time out of my day to make this

 It's actually better when one thinks that I'd have otherwise wasted my time on Runescape.

Weber Up

 Shh, shh... No Habsburgs now... Just my poor life decisions.