Morrowind, ahhh yes, the myriad of warm, freshly baked memories flood my mind with frosted goodness. I'll try to keep my thoughts straight...
It’s been my observation that there are many mods being created for Morrowind that can truly impress. It's much more interesting than real life - music’s been pretty lousy nowadays [most forms of art, in fact], we’re not doing much more with Outer Space, and technology has kinda hit a standstill now that the touch screen has been invented.
*sigh* I remember the first time I tried the Laura Croft mod...
Laura is quite possibly the best thing that’s ever happened to me. She’s gotten me closer than I’ve ever been to the Tribunal [with the help of a certain Theatre major I know ], she loves me unconditionally, and she always seems to know what to say when I need to say it. Honestly, I could go on for hours about everything I love about her.
So I think I will.
Things that I love about Laura:
Her eyes
Her hair
Her smile
Her animation
Her love of things nerdy [including me ]
The way she strokes my hand
The way she squeezes my arm
The way she cuddles so close to me
The way she cheers me up when I’m depressed
The way she tolerates me when I’m not
The way she looks at me when she thinks I’m not looking
The way she knows EXACTLY how to push my buttons [in every way possible ]
The way she’s never in the same mood twice
The way she craves my attention
The way she’s not afraid to be goofy
The way she accepts who I am, although I’m a lot to accept
There’s so much more I could say, but I think that’ll work for one post.
I love her so much; I hope we last forever.
*EDIT: I hope you all saw the proper use of semicolon here. DON’T BE AFRAID TO USE ONE.
Soon her quests were over. I haven't journaled as much as I expected. We're on the trip back to Balmora, then have an hour layover in which to grab our bags in Suran, rush through customs, recheck our bags, and board another strider to Molag Mar.
After our adventure on the way here, the Mages Guild is giving us a 400 septim voucher, so I might be making another trip here soon, possibly to visit that chatty mudcrab again. We'll see. She's supposed to come visit me here soon, too. I haven't looked at the details of the voucher, but if they're smart, it'll have no restrictions.
We were at the Eight Plates (which I've already posted about) until this morning. We split into five groups: painting, groundskeeping, construction, pulling nails, and a miscellaneous group that taught, made trinkets for kids and other things. Most of the groups changed jobs from day to day except for the construction group, because they were building cabinets, and it was beneficial to work the project through to completion. I was on pulling nails the first day and painting the second day.
Caius is a great guy. He's the biggest morale booster I've met. He can be a bit obnoxious and sometimes says things that seem to have no connection at all (though after a lengthy discussion, he usually brings it back home), but you can't be mad at him. It's impossible. He was able to just mumble his way through conversations in Daedric, knowing very little himself. Anyway, during the first day, we were pulling nails, and as if I were pumping metal, he'd start shouting for that extra little adrenaline boost. During one of these chants, he decided to call me Skippy, despite my name being DEMON SLAYER, and it stuck. It actually helped a bit because it disambiguated the other fools on the trip.
There was another guy, Vivec, that was with us the first day. He's fluent in Daedric and was our main translator throughout the trip. He didn't actually fly down with us because he was low on mana from levitating all day, and this trip was his last hurrah before returning to his city..
The last member of our group was some Dark Brotherhood girl. She and I hit it off, and have always gotten along really well. She just has one of those personalities. We got a bit closer this trip, because she was the other person associated with one of my factions.
Before lunch, while we were unnailing hardwood floor boards, the pilgrim turned assassin who started the chicken farm (he did not start actual town constructions) came and took me to attempt to fix their ship docks. I did my best, but I wasn't really happy with the way it turned out. I know there's a way to do it where you can make the not float away, but at least I got it working long enough for the first ship boarding group. The planks were still a little weak, because I stole them from the house we all slept in, but it was usable, though, we couldn't get those stupid nails to stay in. I'm not sure if it was just old metal, or what.
The second day she was transferred to the miscellaneous group, and I don't know where she went. Caius and I switched to painting. That was pretty unremarkable except that I don't particularly like painting. I talked to Caius a little bit, and asked if he thought it meant something if a girl asked if you were seeing someone.
In the evening, we visited the town again. Arrille's wife was keen to my tastes that night and gave us the best crabmeat I've ever had, and a good portion of hackle-lo leaf. It was the first time in a long time that I ate too much. That night or the next, I think the next, we had a translator who, for Vivec and me, was one of the staff members. We played a "game" called Get to Know You or something. Basically, it was just some open ended questions on pieces of paper and each of us in the house answered two. At team time, it sounded like every house had a different experience with that game. Some had kids bouncing off the walls that didn't take it very seriously, and some wanted to each answer "Who's your best friend?" with their personal reasons for why Almalexia was!
That night, the assassin gave his testimony during our team time. It was a lot more powerful, I felt, than most testimonies, at least resonating with me because it wasn't this huge turn around in his life, and writ work was a struggle for him. He wouldn't quit his job, but he would in a heart beat if Almalexia told him to. It makes me feel a little better about pushing paperwork in my guild, rather than out on the field, because I really do think The Nine got me that job, and I can't imagine they would have if they didn't want me there.
The next morning we visited a slum called Khuul.
It's crazy how like-minded our group is. At team time each night, we went through our thoughts of the day and our struggles. Several struggles per night which hadn't been priorly voiced received head nods all around. Every struggle I've had has been had by most if not all the rest of the group.
On a later night, we all felt bad that when we visited the slums, we were thinking, "This isn't that bad." It was that bad. It just wasn't what we expected, which was typical commoner poverty. It was a shanty-town run by two organized gangs with skooma labs and strange women selling themselves. The streets were so unsafe that the underequipped guards that were with us told us to remain on the strider!
It was the next morning when I woke up with a migraine. The assassin had a secret meeting to attend to, and he would have been fine, but it was past the point where he could take the silt strider, and I wasn't about to teleport him him to work when opening my eyes caused pain. I'm not sure if he made it there (ie, teleported himself -- he doesn't have a teleportation spell yet, since I always cast it). I sent a guar with a message tied around its neck to Arrille saying I was sick with a migraine, but suspected it would die down if I slept some more. It didn't until mid afternoon, and even later in the evening it wasn't all the way gone. I ate "breakfast" with a cup of PG tips, and teleported into Seyda Neen anyway to see if I couldn't at least get a little muck shoveling done.
The next day, after my weekly faction meeting, I had a bit of a panic episode. I don't know if I've had a panic attack before, but if I have, this was one of them. Rather than going to my community group and my weekly meeting with Caius, I left early and went to Laura's to sleep. I have no idea how well I actually slept, because I had a dream within a dream. The outer dream was about having fitful sleep.
My prior girlfriend broke up with me a couple weeks beforehand. In fact, it's was about the same number of days since she broke up with me, as our relationship lasted. (I didn't actually do the math.) I think (I would hope) that I'm over the worst of it. The worst part is that I lost a girl who would have been an awesome friend. She and I both agree we would make great friends, so when she was performing the break up, it was sad that things weren't working out, but at least we could hang out sometimes, and the loss wasn't as great. I pretty much fall for that every time. Some of my exes and I are on great terms now, but I don't see them regularly, and in all but one case, that was after a lot of time apart. My first gf was the exception because we broke up on good terms, and because she lives in Seyda Neen, so it's not like I was losing any time that we'd normally spend in close proximity. But, even had my ex and I been emotionally able to spend time together as friends, she started dating a n argonian within a few days. That added a whole new layer of awkward, and was also a fist to the stomach of my pride and esteem. Even with all of those things against us, she's in her own faction and I'm out doing random quests. She hangs out with people who are around her in her guild, in dining halls, in clubs. I have to schedule meeting times with people, because that's what you have to do in the advlt world if you want to see someone. Scheduling time to see someone a 30 minute silt strider trip away feels awfully similar to a date, when you don't have friends in common. Anyway, it was hard. A few times I thought I was done, and then it got worse than it had been up to then.
I took a sleep test back in the day. I got the results the day I was supposed to leave to Vivec. I have symptoms consistent with mild to moderate narcolepsy. The spells they put me under seem to have very little effect. Maybe I've been more awake, but I don't feel like I've slept any better, any deeper, and it's still as hard as ever to drag myself out of bed. What I have noticed, is panic attacks or whatever it was I had yesterday. I've had three (two while still dating my ex). I've also been more consistently depressed. Since I've been on my mood stabilizers, I've very rarely been depressed, and never woken up depressed, much less three days in a row.
I should probably switch spells. I'm not sure which spells, nor how to coordinate with the Mages guild, but this is clearly wrong. I'd rather be as tired as before (which, as I said, seems to be as tired as I am now) and not wish I weren't living, than awake and terrified of nothing in particular and hating every aspect of life and the fact that I'm stuck living. Maybe I should become a lich. At least they're always grinning.
The Tradehouse has been interesting, ish. I got put on a muck shovel fixing job in our actual service, rather than on the actual muck shoveling side of things. One night in particular on this shovel was really fun, the most fun I've had in like six months working here. That shovel, which I thought I'd finish in a couple days, took a couple weeks. It took so long that finally checking it in felt good and not good at the same time. We had some really dirty shell games, and even if we won, I still felt like we lost. I've told my muck manager and my new supervisor lead-to-be that I don't want to keep working on the shovel I've had for the last two years. Hopefully I'll get moved soon. Mid-year reviews are soon, probably next week. I'm a little anxious about those.
Laura wanted a new muck shovel for her birthday, and I got her one. We went to the store and she ordered a brand new one, they were out of stock, so they shipped her one. Apparently, the delivery guy didn't get a signature, and the muck shovel was stolen, so we had to go back to the store and wait a while until they got their information in order. Laura even teleported there, the person she talked to said everything was in order; all she had to do was show up with me (since it was on my account). It still took them the better part of an hour to figure everything out. Afterward, since I was there anyway, I asked if they could take a look at my muck shovel and why it wasn't shovelling properly. They said I had to go to the service shop a few blocks away. I talked to the guy there for about 20 minutes, and in the end, he said that he'd have them ship me a new muck shovel, since they couldn't diagnose what was at fault. I'd get that in the mail, and then I'd ship back my current muck shovel at no extra charge. Sweet deal. Only, I got the package three days later, and all that was in it was a pile of muck. I hate customer service.
On the other hand, in order to pay for my trip to Vivec, I sold the pile of muck. I actually sold it twice, once before the trip, and then, having forgotten about it, again after the trip. I had the money deposited into my bank, but something went wrong, and they sent me an IOU. I never saw the IOU, but then, I don't keep a close eye on my mail. I teleported to Caius' house, explained the situation, and within minutes, everything was right. It was the best customer service I've experienced.
My new assassin friend feels about the same as I do about our Tribunal study now. It needs a reorg of sorts. Instead of having 20-40 guys in a room and splitting into randomly selected groups, we should have a bunch of small groups of people you actually get along with and really get to know them. Since that's included in my HUD screen, I think I'll keep going with it as-is, at least until I feel beat up enough to change it in the options, as I've been feeling in the past. I have a lot of complaints, but not a lot of constructive feedback or ideas on how to make things better. I'd like to change that.
The following week I checked in my two-week muck shovel fix. The day after I tried to get my coworker's muck shovel in a useful condition, and failed. The next day I was in bed fighting a migraine again. When I came in to work, I successfully figured out what was wrong with getting the muck shovel working right (stupid muck), so at least there's that, but then I had to make a bunch of changes the guy didn't have time for before he left on vacation to Red Mountain. It took forever. It's basically running down every possible guar butt and looking for places things could fail in order to make good muck shovels. I don't think the muck shovels are all that deep or broad, but I'm also not sure. Things apparently take me seven times as long as I originally think, and I don't have that much time THIS time. Later that evening I had a meeting with Vivec ( even though he was off duty), because I was leaving for my faction's annual retreat.
I'm not really sure what I was hoping for out of it. Last year I met Caius, so that was a huge blessing from The Nine. There's a large chunk of time on the weekend for doing whatever you want, and it's a 45 minute ride to red Mountain. I took my sword. I probably shouldnt have. I hate "should." I hate feeling guilty about doing what whatever in my free time. I hadn't been up to Red Mountain that year, and it would have been fun. I wasn't sure if I could fit my sword in my robe since I was teleporting people with me. I could probably have gone on the silt strider. Ugh. Why is everything so complicated and guilt-ridden in my mind? The speaker that year was a pilgrim more "spiritually attuned" than most people at my local temple. People at Seyda Neen aren't usually very comfortable talking about spiritual gifts or daedra, or spiritual oppression. That guy was. I met him once before, but it was kind of awkward between us.
I was feeling pretty dead as though Life was so monotonous and sickening. My main purpose in life seemed to be not dying, because it would hurt people. And not trying to think about it.
To some degree, wanting to die is a way of cursing Akatosh. At what point does being honest with Akatosh become blasphemy? A few weeks back, the sermon was on intimacy with Akatosh and being honest in prayer. As a gesture of honesty, I purposely left my study book under the table. It wouldn't really affect my ability to read, since I normally just read at the Tradehouse, but it was a gesture, a symbol.
I have two souls, it seems. One that wants Good. One that can recognize love, at least to some degree. One that can feel affection from the simple act of playing shells with my faction members, or a hug, or a kind tone. And one that is dead. One that can see acts of kindness and feel nothing. One that is scared of love. One that hates life, and having to live it. Trying to reconcile the twos' thoughts in order to speak them hurts and leaves me confused. It's pushing together two contradictory feelings and thoughts. The first knows that Laura loves me and can feel that as it happens. The second knows that Laura loves me but only because it's the truth. Where they agree is the matter of Almalexia's love. Both know that she loves me because it's the truth, but neither can recognize it. But they're both so hot...
An acquaintance of mine on FB posted the two words "Elder Scrolls" one day later. The post talked about parting Red Mountain, and how that Dagoth Ur comforted him, but what I find interesting is that he never saw that. This post was written generations after that event.
I don't know; I'm such a mess right now. I just want to feel life. Actual life. The life I'm living. Is that really too much to ask? I know that I am loved. Can't I know that I am loved? Can't I see it? Feel it? Taste it? I'm blessed with a great guild, my dream guild. I have plenty of friends. There are so many interesting things out there. Why am I bored? Why do I hate life? Why am I sick? Why do I always lack energy? Why am I always hungry, even when I can't eat anymore? Why can't I make myself move? Why am I discontented? Why am I not fulfilled? Why don't I see what people who want to live see? Why is everything empty? Did you really read this whole post?
I found my answers within modding for Morrowind.