...and other things. As in, an update regarding my outrageous fleeing of deviantart a big couple of months ago.
Deviantart is very strange now. This new stuff scares me. This new look does not fit in my comfort zone. Guys, what have they done?
Anyway, I have been living the life of a senior student in high school. The final year, the final boss battle, and when it's all over,
I get to run off into the sunset, burn my notes ceremoniously, and live like a hermit
I get to choose what university to go to. BUT. I'm not nearly there yet, and trust me when I say senior year really isn't all books and studying. The celebration for Chrysostomos or "the last 100 days" is coming up, and boy is the organization falling apart. I don't even dare think of the manner of chaos this will bring when we have to organize our ball at the end of the year. The only thing decided as of now (and it's in three weeks!) is our theme. Which is history. Which is so ridiculously abstract that everyone's arguing. You see, every class has to pick a theme under the main theme, and neither of the classes is doing well. Our class especially. For God's sake, they think renaissance dresses were worn in the twenties.
Give me strength, this does not bode well for my mental health. Some people came up with the idea for the twenties, and some just want to come in floor length skirts, dating from the renaissance especially. Which they didn't know. At all.
So, the twenties, you say? Yes, and I'm talking about the funny gentlemen hats, the dancing clothes and the complete and utter lack of feminine allure.
I'm so very sorry, but those dresses that go all the way up to the top of your neck that look like big bags? If a girl has any sort of chest, she will, and I assure you she will, look like a fat twelve year-old. Because Damn it, I've been there, and I'm never wearing it again. If one has a sufficient lack of bosom, sure, go ahead, you'll look fine and spunky. If one does not, however... well, let's say it doesn't flatter any curves she might have. Not everyone has a nonexistent ass or a boyish figure, okay?
Obviously, boys didn't take this into consideration. They just want to wear the funny hats.
Then there's this trip to Weimar we'll be going (in march, though) to (east Germany, by the way) for about a week. So much organisation, so little time. And then I still have my choice for university and what course I want to take. I want to do Conceptual Art - Game Design, but tomorrow I'll be turning in my sketchbooks and I'm so nervous.
I mean, I'm not nearly good enough in my own honest opinion, what will they say? I feel like I haven't been trying at all with drawing, and I'm just so stuck. I want to draw everything, but at the same time, I don't. Oh man, I want to draw fanart of Solas and my lavellan so bad I might wreck things if I don't, but the university shouldn't see those.
No, no, they shouldn't. Imagine, I mean. I draw enough shirtless/naked people as it is in suggestive poses, I'm going to be flayed alive.
-DA: I SPOILER ALERT-
Also, damn Bioware. Did they really have to create such an interesting and attractive character only TO LET HIM LEAVE? Actually LET HIM? Sorry for your wretched feelings, baby Lavellan, but there should have been an option to just go after him and tackle him to the ground or something. I don't care if he's a god, he is ruining me. The little shit.
I hope my next playthrough with Cullen actually gets me somewhere, but I guess not. I don't have such luck. Besides, all I'll be thinking about is that stupid elf cheating on my baby with his godly duties. YOUR DUTIES CAN EFFING WAIT, MISTER. MY BABY COMES FIRST.
Ahem. I'll be going. Not...drawing fanart. Not in suggestive poses. And definitely not reading fanfiction while I haven't even finished the game yet.