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.

 Today was a bad day. I woke up to find that the little progress I made on pokemon (getting a female starter so I could make more of them in the lategame) was compromsied by my little brother. Even though I told him that I won't allow him to play until I at least reach the endgame and if he wanted to play he shouldn't have broken his console.

 I restart it without too much thought, and after resetting even more times to get another female I realize I hard resetted the first game when I had a pokemon with good IV's. At first I was frustrated, but now I was livid, because I really didn't want to keep wasting even more time on just getting a decent start. I stop playing the game as I plugged the console to charge it and scold him about it as he was playing on the tablet. Mother thought I was trying to take it away from him again (Which I do whenever he gets really loud on it) so she starts screaming at me; Maybe it was for the better since I might or might not have been able from restraining myself from slapping my brother at that moment. I calmed down now.

 Secondly, the populist sentiments didn't last in Europe. Hofer lost.

  (Footage somewhat off but retains intended meaning and the music is on point.)

 It still looks like waiting my last 3 years of guardianship to end to retreat in that apartment already and let the world and my family mind their business as I do mine. It's for the best.

tfw I don't live in the Central Powers timeline where I could've benefitted from acclaimed Austrian psychological treatment techniques by sharing the same borders as Vienna

 I can still buy Hearts of Iron 4 on a massive sale (I'm no longer feeling charitable, Johan) to download Kaiserreich and meme the world that never was.

 I spent the extended weekend trying to get my Ranged in Runescape from 22 to 70, and was short of 20k of reaching my goal which is a pretty small amount that I can cover tomorrow or maybe in the one and half hours I have left before having to go to sleep. I didn't even do my impending homework.



 

Recompense for memery

 I've done my memeing to aid Trump and now a higher power had seen fit to bequeath a large sum of 4050 slavbux.

Thank you Chinkek

  That higher power was my grandmother. The reasons for the donation were unknown, but I suppose it's a kind gesture. Mother has seen fit to completely segregate me and my brother from our grandparents even though we live in the same house and I rarely secure some interaction with them.

 It's very a appreciated move nevertheless. I recieved more than the above-median salary in this country as a present for some mysterious occasion. To an irresponsible teen like me this equates to INFINITE VIDYA GAEMS.

Over 1000000 hours in MSPaint went into the initiative of manipulating a picture of Crassus' bust as to make him sport a smirk before it having to be declared a failure.

 Yeah... maybe that fortune isn't as large as I'd imagined. If Drumpf does the deed due that dollar don't gonna devalue soon.

 Dead serious now, this is, for me, a huge sum I'm not accustomed to keeping account of. My parents have told me that they are planning on starting a bank account for me, which I appreciate (I could get some interest money out of that, too).

 What is there to say? I'm not going to crack it on Paradox DLC or, God forbid, gamble it on DoTA skins again. I'll buy the occasional (highly sought) game with it. Maaaaaybe Runescape membership. And maybe a smartphone to replace my cellular but that is not compulsory.

 Not sure if it's enough to engage with the stock market, if I'm eligible to do so or if it's even worth the risk. Here's to hoping I commit to this pledge to spending it wisely (I might settle for never spending over 100 slavbux for a game excluding exceptional cases).

TOO MUCH FUN

 (This post contains virulent amounts of autism, even in comparison to this blog. Beware.)

 Drumpf... did it. He opened the floodgates of fun that have been shut as the fun drought cracked the earth.

 Anime is great again and I finally feel an impulse to watch some old shows along with the new ones being released. I feel like trying out RuneScape again. An encounter with my weaboo friedn convinced me to at least want to get Pokemon Sun and Moon. The Steam Autumn sale has begun and I managed to quckly get some advice from anons about what games from my wishlist I should get because I don't have the money to buy them all*. I think I'll settle for Distant Worlds: Universe, which is 27 euros and some cents... which is 127 of the local currency. Pokemon would cost 200 slavbux. I don't think I would have the money left to also get Runesacape membership, which is a priority.

 Really gets the noggin jogging. I've already made notable progress on my Grindscape account and I think the following days off would be a perfect opportunity to grind more as I watch anime or listen to something. Which leaves me the choice between DWU or SnM. I have a 2DS (The house had two before my little brother broke one of them**), so requiring to buy myself a new console isn't an argument against the game. DWU is what Stellaris was meant to but will never be, with much more room for roleplaying and customization.

 Hmm...

 Hmm...

 I've made my decision tbh. The furries got to my brain before the good influences did. The pokebank is dirt cheap too so I can transfer some level 100 mons from Black and White 2 to my new save.

  Returning to that encounter with my weaboo friend, he told me that one day he should take me to a mall in the city so he could recommend me some smartphones that are on sale (I still have a cellular). Since I, as per my daily routine, had nothing better to do, I obliged and we went to the mall today. He goes to a game retailer which he had asked about their stock of Sun and Moon before our travel, and the cashier said they haven't recieved it yet. We surveyed some phones in different electronics stores but I was too polite to tell him that the phones didn't really serve a function which I needed that my phone can't. In the same mall we went to a book retailer which, as my friend had shown me, had a manga section I wasn't aware of. He tries to show me some and edifies me about them a bit, indicates that I watch Attack on Titan of all animes I have yet to see, and then we leave the store to go to a sort of integrated supermarket.

But he gets a call from his father whom tells him he can meet him at the mall, and he comes shortly after, making us have to leave the supermarket. Not that we had much to do there. He offered to buy me and him a meal, and since I didn't want to be that much of a financial demand I just ordered the first thing that came to my mind when McD's was the closest restaurant to me when we took a seat in the food court (A big mac). They ordered some courses for themselves and after finishing, me and my friend frequented the retailer waiting for the game to come in at the new time frame the cashier gave us. As we waited for it I start to get interested about the new game (I've had some (at points unpleasant) experience with the series with Black and White 2), and it sounded interesting enough. A change from the games I played at least. After finding out how affordable Pokemon transfer is I decide the game is worth a shot and that I might try getting it as well.

 The time when the game was supposed to be delivered finally came, but the employee that delivered the shipment of games didn't bring Sun and Moon to the botique. My friend already had something in his schelude which prevented him from waiting further so we exchanged goodbyes and dispersed.

 Then I returned home. Pretty late. But I'd have wasted this day on the internet otherwise and now I'm interested in a game that could serve as a social experience (I didn't forget about my Crashing Comrade tho).

 Also tomorrow I have my Latin final for the semester.

 M E T U S

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 * - Notice a pattern? These are all autistic games. Either too juvenile or convoluted, repetitive, or involve numbers or sliders of sorts. The fact that I am privileged enough to be able to purchase even half of this wishlist with my birthday money is pretty distressing.

 ** - It hurts to type.

JIBUN WOOOOOOOO + Cursed by memes

 I held my promise to myself and went on that stroll. I walked a distance of somewhere between ten and twelve kilometres, stopped by a mall at the end of it, bought myself a small carton of chocolate milk and a chocolate bar* and consumed them after seating myself on a bench on the outside and admired the scenery beyond me. It was a pleasant use of my time.

 Still yesterday, I tried getting myself to write. I started off by replacing the chair I sat on with an armchair, and, surprisingly, I actually felt motivated now that my bumbum wasn't pressing against as hard a surface anymore. I can also look at my monitor without leaning my head which is going to avert some unfortunate side-effects in adulthood.

 Then I get to the writing. Another thing took me aback here. I had no clue how to write the first paragraph. I partook in the written equivalent of autistic stammering and decided that maybe I was tired, since it was late at the time of the attempt, so I went to sleep much earlier than I would've on a saturday.

 I wake up, my brain is as foggy and I am as confident in my capabilities. It still holds that I forget two words for each one I learn, huh.

 I should be more dejected because writing is my only ambition. I'm fine with living in a cramped apartment, working as a freelance translator at a wage which covers the expense of my fees bills plus a few game-related purchases a month. But I want to occasionally publish some fiction from that same apartment too, damn it.

 I thought this wouldn't do, so I got my hands on that philosophy encyclopedia of mine and resolved that since I've already put the horse before the cart by reading Aristotles I'd do things proper for once and read about Socrates, and then Plato. I read about a quarter about Socrates before taking a break and returning to my computer to procrastinate. I thought I'd spend a few minutes to gather my sprinkled wits and long story short that didn't happen because I met this:

 Some memey anime was getting a new season after a hiatus, and since I didn't want to be left out of some collective meme celebration (I have nothing to do with my life) so I lurked the thread and watched five episodes of said anime**. Since after five episodes I was still left with nothing better to do, I finished One Punch Man, which I can't recall when I started (Less than a week ago).

 It was pretty entertaining in the beginning, but as the story progressed and the power creep compounded the battles kept stretching on and the last two really felt like filler when they took up the space of multiple episodes. There's only so much you can build upon the premise of somebody that can defeat any enemy with one (1) (unos) smack.

 In that same thread I ironically comment that I liked OPM unironically and the sole, most precious (you) I recieved wished that I fell off a cliff. He got dubs. And while it should be disgraceful that I'm getting unsettled over this, Brexit happened. Then Trump happened. The first was won simply - The majority voted Leave, despite what preconceptions about the British would've hinted at. Then Trump won (And hopefully that recount proves pointless), losing the popular vote by two million but winning the electoral college agains the odds (There goes the mandate of the people). Then /pol/ gets their 100 millionth post, which was some stupid quote from some Polish soldier about killing gommie soldiers and the post itself contained just the text "Fuck leftists". Tomorrow, on Black Friday and Pinochet's birthday, Castro dies aged 90.

 All would have been reasonable occurences that could've happened independently. But I've gone off the rockers anyways and I'm going to infer that meme magic is real and some anon unintentionally cursed me to fall off a bluff. I think I should avoid elevated terrain for an interval.

Please don't whack me Kek.

 Closing paragraph: Next week I will have a prolonged weekend with three days off the normal weekday. It sounds like a good time to renew my GrindScape membership for sweet, sweet, comfy winter grinding as I listen to podcasts***.

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 * - No regrets.

 ** - Five episodes a day should get me through the first season in five days.

 *** - Contrary to what I'd believed they don't help me with my English as much as I peddled them to myself - If my last encounter with writing was anything to go by. But at this point I've exposed myself to so much audio content as I play that I can't just listen to anything as I'm playing a game, music doesn't cut it, especially in the case of something passive as Runescape.

 tfw afflicted myself with ADD

t. bloblord

 Firstly, I've not had my computer taken away. My parents found out about my Pyschology grades, but they've left me scot free. I have no clue why. It's best to surrender in trying to predict what their actions are going to be at this point*.

 Secondly, I've been spending all my time on this autistic Warhammer mod this week (Admittedly more recently I've switched to letting it run in the background as I procrastinate on other websites waiting for claims to fabricate and opportunities where I can help expand an order-aligned nation other than my empire.).

 Since I've found out that the Underworld cannot be invaded by outsiders, I've decided I'm going to expand in an evasive northern de jure empire which took a bit to be found on the map. It appeared as if it was just anothere part of the surrounding Norscan Empire. Whatever, newcomers to these games won't have a vague idea of what I'm talking about.

 Since Albion (The small green island slightly above the map center) has converted to the Nurglite faith and their de jure territory is not recognized as part of any de Jure empire I thought it would be an interesting venture to try and conquer them, convert them to my religion, release them as an independent kingdom led by a dwarf and wait for the island culture to slowly convert to dwarfish.

 I've been waiting for the claim on the last province I don't have one on to fabricate for years (In-game) (Moreover, in real life aswell).

 But I'm getting really bored as I type this and am running the game in my background. It doesn't seem like I'll be up to anything this weekend (again). So it comes to me that I may as well go outside for a long walk through the city. It would help recollect my fuzzy mind after doing nothing but sitting after getting home from school.

 I've neglected playing Castle Crashers with my friend too. Last time I spoke to him he was level 47 and beat the game on that same character. To think I had more levels than him last time we played.

 Grand strategy is a hard drug.

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 * - I honestly wish they'd given up on me but that's not the case. tfw no neglectful parents

Mom hasn't caught up on my antics yet

 So I managed to waste all my weekend on reconquering the World's Edge Mountains of the Old World under the providence of Kazak-a-Karak.

My character's face looks strange because she is intended to be disfigured after a run-in with an orc. Building a superpower from scratch takes one through a lot.

 It's already late enough so I cannot detail what is going on in the picture. I didn't even do any of the assignments I'm sure I've had for tomorrow. One thing I want to point out is that I don't pay attention for 10 minutes to the world map because I'm trying to seize a few provinces to be able to establish my Empire and I see that Uluthuan (The crescent isle, normally led by the High Elves) has been acquired by Naggaroth (Dark Elves).

 Peculiar.

P A N I C

 It looks like the school-issued online access to my grades has finally been provided to my parents. They got the code for unlocking it on the computer and some of my grades in an SMS (Gleaning from what mom said not all of them registered in the message).

 Looks like no more memes for me in a while.

Penance

Over 4.1 Tetrahedraheptallion hours went into the concotion of this picture

  I should be less lazy with updating my blog. I've finally been granted half of my due funds for my birthday and put them to good use. That use requires some backstory.

  I have a Facebook account, because using the website is essential with keeping in touch in this country, and helps me with soliciting certain bits of information regarding the deadlines for various projects from my classmates. I also use it to post the most bizarre, esoteric memes I find on the internet for no motivation beyond me liking it. As I am trying to post some of the soaked memes I meant to, I am intrerrupted by a student in the school I used to study alongside for the last year's English olympiad. We make some small talk, and since I didn't see a better use of my time, I don't try to shut down the conversation as I normally would.

It occupied a good slice of time, and at some point we reach the subject of our daily transport to school. He lives at somewhat of a distance from the school and has to take the bus there daily, while I admitted that my family uses the taxi to go to the city centre. Which, for this city, isn't something outrageously costly, but it's not something the below-average person can afford. I felt very guilty about mentioning this to a less-than-privileged person. To make amends, my neurons really fired up and decided that since I had the spare money, felt the lack of somebody to play games with, and I had to redeem myself, I offer to buy him a game we two can play together, on condition that two copies of it don't exceed 30 euros*.

 He was absolutely ecstatic about this, tells me he didn't take offence, and that he has classmates that talk aboast their wealth instead of passively mentioning it. Shows how low the standard for this country is.

 I start seeing what game I could buy for the two of us by browsing the Steam store, and eventualyl come upon Castle Crashers. I suggest him I buy it, he agrees, and a few days later when I manage to get the paysafecard for it I buy it for the both of us.

 We managed to play it today, and were off to a bumpy start as I leveled my character to 12 and he achieved just 7 before playing cooperatively, but we coordinated ourselves just enough to shrink the gap between us by the end of the session. I gave him some tips and tricks on how to balance his gameplay from the little experience I've had and going by his input on the discord server we've made to chat on he's had a blast as much as I have. And it doesn't seem like I have reason to believe otherwise.

 It's a platitude, but it really doesn't feel like they make games with a personality like this anymore. It has all the low-brow humor and memes of the late 2000s internet era**, an amazing selection of synthetizer/newgrounds audio portal songs and a disparate lack of no discernible or actual social commentary. Just fun.

  This should conclude my solitary one-year-plus streak of not having friends. I've gifted this person a game and talk with him regularly now, it's not as if I can prevaricate about our friendship like I did with my weaboo "acquaintance".

 FeelsMagnanimousMan.

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 * - I could've afforded 50 and above too but I'm a rapacious bougie brat.

 ** - We have Trump, Pepe and Wojak now so it's not absolutely bleak I suppose

It just snowed today

 In November. Donald, you better flip your stance on climate change faster than Bernie scampered away with his supporter's donations.

200 % CoMFy

 I was thinking that maybe it's best to take a break with the political posts. I'm not an economist, I'm not a scientist, and last time I opened that philosophy encyclopedia was maybe a week ago*. I'm a neglected teenager suffering from mood swings looking for some belonging and who finds it in dank alt-right memes. Donald is president. That'll do for a while.

 Anyhow, now that it snows it means I can't go on the jaunts throughout the city without slipping on the ice built up on some lopsided pavement and becoming a vegetable by crushing every single disc in my spinal cord. So that's nice, I'll have to shut myself in. And play some relaxing, homely games and snuggle up. Games I can play at my own pace.

 It seems like the perfect time to pick up Runescape again. Just tediously leveling up my character as I listen to something. Civilization VI's on the list too, if Firaxis finally opens the Steam Workshop for the game so I can conveniently fix the game owing to other people's work instead of waiting them to patch it. Playing nonstop, all day erry day with the in-game time set to evening permanently.

 I really wish I could recolor the color of the district's roofs, so that instead of it corresponding with the resource they produce they match the nation's color palette. In theory it shouldn't be that hard, rip the models and recolor them in a 3D modelling program and code those back into the game (I hope this is legal), then maybe upload it to the SW so others can enjoy delicious, autistic chromatic consistency as well. But I'm technologically illiterate and I'll feel awkward asking for what to do with my files every second step of the process.

 Cities: Skylines or Factorio could also conclude my list of games I'd like to get, but I'm not sure I want to bankroll Paradox "Buy this DLC or your mother will die in her sleep tonight" Entertainment✡︎.

 Despite thinking about what's on my birthday and Christmas wishlist I've still allocated attention to my uncommon amount of schoolwork for the weeken, and I've finished one paper a day as I've set out to do. The last one to write is scheduled for today. It's an accomplishment, for me in the least. Maybe I'm unconsciously realizing that the first three places in the National English Olympiad really are unattainable, so I'm not getting admission to an university without putting in some effort.

 After that I'll finally live out my dream life of being a solitary, dead-end translator that spends all his leisure cash on video games.

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 * - But I did finally finish the entry on Aristotle. It was interesting to see that his politics were just a shred of his lifetime's work and how the intelligentsia of his time tried to quanitfy the world they lived in with pre-industrial technology and reconcile it with a fundamentally spiritual worldview (Even "atheists" such as Epicurus still believed in some sort of divinity.)

 ✡︎ - It's only a joke ADL I'm not a nazi please don't dispatch the authorities on me.

I am fond of memes

 I tried to partition my pictures into a large folder designated for memes and put the others in more appropiate ones instead of me having to wade through, as the picture above suggests, a D: drive full of 2200 pictures, some of them not even really relevant to the activity of funposting, to attach a related image to a post I want to make.

 Now that I finished this first stage of segregating my memes I now have to arrange them in folders in regards to what the memes are about. So I put the pepe and wojak memes in the pepe - wojak folder, trump memes in the trump meme folder, etc. etc.

 It'll take a while. It's it's best to start bottom up and sort my pepes, wojaks and trumps.

 Looks like my sweet tooth for memes has caught up with me. Today I had a psychology test handed to me with a 3/10 grade on it, and honestly I won't contest the grade. I never rehearse lessons at home and psychology also happens to be one of the classes where I don't pay attention to the lectures either beyond absent-mindedly writing down what the teacher dictates. And I'd gotten used to the low standards of other teachers when it came to tests. It doesn't complement my other 4/10 well either. I need to get a 7/10 to get myself out of this failing state or I might even end up in retention if worst comes to worst. Not fun.

 I was also notified only yesterday that today, for Romanian class, we were supposed to hand in an essay on the story we've been having lectures on thus far and a book report on the text we were meant to move on to after being done with this. In anticipation I lied to my teacher that my papers are written but forgotten at home as the students that haven't finished their work announce themselves. I think the worst I'll suffer from this is one point detracted from my grade if she requests I read my work aloud in class.

 On the house we were assigned ANOTHER essay for the weekend, which put me at 3 essays due for three days. This should be normal for somebody in University, but for me, someone that doesn't really get much homework from school (Correction: I only do the homework I can't get away with skipping. Which is a little.). It seemed really daunting, but I knew that if I didn't start working on them today because the task was too daunting of a prospect I wouldn't when I had to write three compositions in two days. So I wrote one. Which is a performance. Hooray me?

 We were supposed to write on the means of character development concerning the growth of the main character. I ended up writing a whole large paragraph about class conflict, which in retrospect I can claim to have written as a very sophisticated joke. This is a feature of mine - Do something stupid and say you were only doing it as a joke. I call it "ulterior irony".

 I also broke it to my mother about the "If you don't reply to this post your mother will die in her sleep tonight" incident. She wasn't angry about it for the moment, but I'm sure she'll keep it stored somewhere in her head and act all outraged about it when it's convenient*. Teacher didn't even seem to have planned on calling her, it's almost 18:00 and no sign of her attempting contact. Shoot myself in the foot.

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 * - tfw no mentally healthy parents who won't use me as psychological stress relief.

If you don't respond to this post your teacher will ruin your life

 Memes got me into trouble today.

 It was English class, and my class was having a course on verbs. I was bored, and remembering a smoldering, searing, scathing hot meme that has become popular on websites I browse - "If you don't reply to this post your mother will die in her sleep tonight" (Which is in league with "Really makes you think" and "Wtf I hate X now") - I decide that I'm going to make this meme a reality.

 I write a square of "If you don't reply to this post your mother will die in her sleep tonight" in the corner of a torn textbook page and fold it many times over and I was too impatient to pass it on to my weaboo benchmate before my form teacher stopped paying attention to me after asking a question or adding something to what she said - I can't recall exactly. The handing was pretty overt and she intercepted it. She unfolds the paper and it seemed like she read all of its contents without too much of an outraged response. I start laughing hysterically, calm down, and then she takes the paper again and categorically reads the contents in their entirety this time around. She tells me she is going to phone my mother, and after some facetious insisting for her to not do it, she tells me she will postpone the phone call until tomorrow.

 I tried to explain that it was a joke on a site I browse, and my weaboo classmate, having a vendetta because I announced our Romanian teacher that my classmate brought some poetry of his as per his suggestion and the teacher's reception of said proposal, even though he was rectulant to offer them. He names the website 4chan and tries describing it in as much detail as he can, which was just a little. I really hope she doesn't end up searching it up, because then I'm really toast.

 Later today we had some sort of party/gathering/assembly in our classroom where words were exchanged, some takeout was eaten and it was concluded by a small event where each student, if present, and one of his parents, if present talked about their selves and children respectively. Apprehensive, I made sure my mother didn't come with me, and have succesfully blended in with the collective despite the stark contrast of mentality/personality I'd say there is between me and it.

 Also one of the moms remarked that I lost weight and said that this frame suits me much better.

Smug levels: Overdrive

 I try to query teacher on whether she still wants to call my mother tomorrow, maybe hoping that this was just a threat supposed to make me behave. She seemed set on it. I ask if my joke was really that incendiary, and she told me that while it might be normal for me she'll see what my mother thinks.

 In reprisal, I go on the computer that was in the classroom, which might have been the teacher's personal belonging, not the school's (This would make what follows even better). I briskly make a notepad document entitled "pepe was here" and in it I type "If you don't reply to this post your mother will die in her sleep tonight". The shortcut to it was placed so that it was really easy to spot. Wonder what she'll think and if I only aggravated my situation.

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 Why am I not happy?

 EDIT: I realized that the reason I'm not happy is because I had eaten more than usual in a while and didn't exercise as much as I resolved to and it took me a bit to realize this. But I'll catch up quickly with the right attitude.

 And it appears Trump's loss of the popular vote has not caused half the stir it should have so I shouldn't be afraid of brooding monster commies coming out of the woodwork in 2020 - IF, and only if, Trump doesn't blunder this mandate. His stance on global warming already stretches what he can relinquish. He could just win over some of his detractor if he just tries to be more presidential. Let's hope he does.

 But damn, I go on reddit to see the reaction of "normal" people and I see people using the phrase "President Trump". President Trump indeed. Many memes were memed for this. Let's not disregard them just because of a few peeves.

 President Trump...

 Today was a good day.

Strings attached

 Something I omitted in my last post: Apparently Trump lost the popular vote by roughly 150.000. Democracy was a mistake. Maybe the votes still counted make up for the gap (I guess they won't).

 This will backfire. Bigly.

 This is so prospective of an outraged left coming out even more energetic next election that I can't even force myself compile all those dumb memes until I know that Trump's win cannot be contested. Otherwise things won't be looking up too well.

 Not like this. Not like this.

 EDIT: This just in:

 I should really be ecstatic about this but Trump losing the popular vote means this will be just Bush's situation over again - He might win his second mandate if tragedy strikes but then a meaner, uglier, more violent left with renewed zeal will come in and take his place.

 ...It shouldn't be too late. Nobody's going to "acquaint my head with the pavement" for some fascist leanings I had 8 years ago, are they?

Drumpf did done it

 

 He did. He accomplished. He dreamed, we memed, we won. He fucking did it. President of the USA. I participated in summoning a slumbering forgotten God and used goddamn running gags to elect the leader of the free world.

 Progressivism, if sadly only temporarily, is smashed. Enough so that I can enjoy some rest until I'm in my forties by an optimisitc estimate. Shame on you Nate Mozzarella. Shame on you Hillary. Shame on you Obama (Not really, from the looks of it Obama did try his best as a president even if he did not concur with me). Shame on you Guac Bowle merchant (Not really I sympathize with you my fellow oddjob). Shame on Ted for making a joke out of himself this election. Shame on you Gavrilo Princip for introducing us to this mess in the first place. Shame on you proggies for that too.

 We did it. We did it. We did it. We did it. Five hundred days of memes, we did it.

 We did it.

 I'll never be able to stress this enough. We did it. We pulled a Brexit and vanquished the odds and polls pitted against us.

 Anti-Trumpers expected a Trump supporter meltdown once his expected defeat took place. Then somehow, the madman loses Nevada and Colorado, but wins Wisconsin, Michigan and Pennsylvania, simultaneously which I though would have been possible only in the best scenario. Maniac. Maniac. Maniac. This is the best birthday possible.

 Exquisite.

 I'll post some screenshots I've made of some alleging that Trump wouldn't win in a back-then when it seemed like it, as well as some others regarding the meltdown taking place. This is Brexit x100.

I really like this one. Someone with the worldview of a kindergarten teacher having a paradigm shift*.

  I'll make an entirely new post celebrating the result itself. It will comprise of a preface and literally me dumping any picture in my D: drive that insinuates some sort positive emotion.

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 * - It seems gratuitous to tear this already dismayed person apart, but this is part of what I mean when I say that progressivism bothers me. Whenever I want to voice some criticism somewhere on the internet outside of a certain Kantoese God-Invoking Assembly I am met with people that seem to take personal offense with their product being criticized or, more often, downvotes, because that is less demanding. It's like you can't even dare have a tiny little unsatisfied thought. Be postitive, waa waa. Hate won today. The good, consolidating type of hate that improves something through an averse and constructive reaction, inasmuch as somebody that has their work criticized tries to improve. Breaking the hugbox. 

 And now I can let all this repressed teenage negativity come out. Mmmmhhhhhhh.