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Real World: Madison

So, things still aren’t looking good on the apartment front. We don’t have a place, we don’t have any roomies and I don’t even know if we have any interested in letting us crash with them until we get on our feet. School for Taylor starts in September and we obviously need a place by then unless we stay in Monroe, but transportation becomes an issue because Madison is an hour away and Taylor is starting his last semester and can’t pick and chose his classes to make them all fall on one or two days.

I really hope the search for an apartment looks up soon. It’s almost July.

In other real life related news, I am fifteen pounds away from my goal of 150! I still can’t believe I’ve managed to drop almost forty pounds in nine months! I guess that’s pretty good, right? Right?

This was me right before I found out I was diabetic:

HAY FATTY. NICE WOW POSTER AND FATNESS.

And this is me now:

I have no ass so pants just look stupid on me.

Picture taken by Tara Gershman, best photographer evar. May her website get views now!

I’m still so amazed with how far I’ve come since September last year.

I also tried on my mother’s wedding dress a few days ago. Nearly cried about it! I can’t believe my mom used to be smaller than I was when she was my age. Now she’s really overweight and working on losing the pounds through Weight Watchers (Which is a really awesome program and they make some really yummy food!) I really hope she does because she’s diabetic like I am and her health suffers a lot because of her weight. She’s down a few pounds, thankfully, but she never sticks to her diets for very long. Here’s hopin’, eh?

On the Role Play front, things are okay. It’s slow, pre-expansion blues, easy raiding and no desire for me to do it. Taylor and I were planning on starting up a guild we would call The Dawnblade Irregulars, but our IRL friends went to some new guild that formed on the server. Needless to say, Taylor was pretty upset about the whole ordeal. I’m hoping that by Cata, we’ll have our little guild and some more RP as well.

The Roleplayer’s Lament was taken over my drama and butthurt as well, last night we reached over 3k page views in one day! Apparently, faking your own death is SRS BUSINESS ON THE INTERNETS. A lot of people are still mad at the blog and Taylor and I for running it and yes, I was getting upset about all the hate that was being directed at us. But I’m hoping that over time, our blog becomes a place where people can get a few laughs and go “Oh, that’s why RPing something like this would be bad. I see now, Thanks Lan and Varen! /cheesy grin” which I know won’t happen for a while, but it’s still nice to imagine. One thing that does bug me is that Moon Guard is such a high pop server and so many roleplayers are there…and people think they can get away with making such awful, lore breaking characters. A few days ago I saw a Draenei/Blood Elf and she said her character was okay because “it’s not as bad as other lore bendy characters”

NO.

I love MG more than I’ve loved any other server. It’s lead me to wonderful friends and an incredible future with the most amazing man in the world. I love role playing, I love the story that comes from Lan and Varen walking around, trying to sell things to people. I love Lanuria explaining how different in game shots work. (Silencing Shot is by far my favorite concept ever.) And I love seeing amazing characters. I just get so upset when I hear someone say “Lol it’s moon guard, no one cares about lore here lololol” RAEG. LAN SMASH. Hopefully the next post on TRPL (‘Triple’) can cover that feeling.

But that’s about it for now. Servers are down and the blog is still getting a million page views. Better get to work on the next post!

((Can’t Rightly Think of a Title.))

“Varendil, I’m going for a stroll around the city.”

“That’s nice, dear.”

“Would you like to come? Maybe we could meet a few new people, see some old friends…”

“I really need to finish sorting these crystals, sweetie. But thanks.”

“Hey, guess what?”

“What?”

“Lila is going to throw Reanai in the fountain this evening. You want to come and watch?”

“Not tonight. I really want to finish this chapter. Do laugh at him for me, yes?”

“Sweetie?”

“What’s up?”

“Do you want to come with me to the orphanage in Shattrath? A told a little elven boy all the stories of you and he would love to meet you.”

“I really can’t tonight. I have to send these dusts out and head to the auction house.”

“Oh, well, I told him you’d come by soon.”

“Sure, soon.”

“Varendil.”

“Yes, Lan?”

“My friends in the Circle would really love to meet you. I’ve talked so much of our relationship, they would love to meet my husband.”

“Not tonight, sweets. I have some business to do. That hog of yours doesn’t run on air and sunshine, you know.”

Varendil leaned down to peck his wife on the forehead as he grabbed up the large bag that held his enchanting materials and slung it over his shoulder, straining at the weight.

“Don’t go smoking that pipe of theirs,” Varendil said as he opened the door of the apartment, “I hate it when you come home not smelling like you.” He winked at his wife before the door shut behind him, leaving Lanuria standing in the middle of their apartment.

She hung her head dejectedly, balling her hands into fists as she bit her lip and her tongue. She wanted to call after him, pull him back into the apartment and throw his enchanting materials in the trash. She wanted to take him away from the auction house he had made his second home and bring him to a party, a celebration, anything with someone other than her there. She wanted desperately, more than anything, to hear her husband say that he was going out the the guys tonight and that she wouldn’t wait up for him. She would give anything to have her husband come home and tell her about all the fun adventures he had with his friends that day. About all the laughs, about all the jokes.

But she knew that wouldn’t happen. She clenched her fists fighter.

She would kill to have him happily come along to a function of her and her circle’s. She would murder in cold blood to see her husband discuss the politics of their mission and to do it civilly. But Lanuria knew that was wasn’t her husband. Varendil didn’t want to be around people. Varendil didn’t like people. Varendil didn’t need people to make him happy. Varendil had Lanuria and that was all he needed, all he wanted.

“Varendil…”

Lanuria spoke to the door, biting her lip as she tried to fight back tears.

He never talked of his past, his childhood antics. He never spoke of childhood friends, of adventures, of those life changing moments when he was young. It was almost as if Varendil had been an old man all his life. She knew that wasn’t true, obviously, but Varendil had no friends, no buddies minus his wife and she knew it was a war torn world and that stepping up and talking of peace would get her in trouble eventually. She knew…

“What are you going to do if I pass from this world before you?”

She took a few steps back, fell into a chair and dropped her head into her hands, crying softly into the empty room.

So Stressed Out.

Move in two months.

Get an apartment. Find a job. Pack up an entire life into boxes. Drive two days to reach a city you’ve spent no more than four hours in. Unpack your life into an apartment that will be much too small. Get a job. Pay the rent. Help Taylor with college. Be proud of him when he graduates. Pray to whatever God that he gets a job soon.

I am so scared. I haven’t done anything yet and I have two months. I seriously can’t take the stress anymore and I don’t know how I’m going to deal with it. I wish I had lots of money. I wish I had some way to just get what I need. I wish all those good things I did in life would finally come back to me.

I feel like this is going to turn into a Livejournal of sorts. I just feel so nervous.

Heart of Gold

The starship Heart of Gold was the first space craft to contain the Infinite Improbability Drive. The Infinite Improbability Drive is a small golden box in the heart of the ship. It is a wonderful new method of crossing interstellar distances in a mere nothingth of a second, without all that tedious mucking about in hyperspace. With it, the improbable happen.

People turn in penguins, sofas, whales fall from the sky along with potted plants. People meet. People fall in love.

Taylor told me, at the beginning of our relationship, that we were unlikely. That the Heart of Gold is right outside the window, that it’s going to show up any moment.  The sheer amount of little details that lead us to meet are something that would come out of book. One boyfriend lead me to one game, which lead me to one school, which lead me to one website, that lead me to another boyfriend that lead me to one server, one channel, one RP, one little storyline. Little did we both know at the time that we would end up in this situation. It is, indeed, improbable.

I’ve said before that his mother’s death was the reason I fell in love with him, but it was just the event that made me fully aware of my feelings. He had been my best friend and even though I was with someone else, the feelings were overwhelming. I was head over heels. I sent flowers, I wrote the right thing, I wanted nothing more than to be there.

His mother had a ring, a claddagh ring. A simple little golden band with two hands, a crown and a golden heart in the middle. His mother made him promise to take care of it. To treasure it always. He did, faithfully. Soon the chain that held that ring held another, a silver band from the girl miles away in Florida, the girl that gave up everything everyone else wanted for her for the one thing she so desired.

And soon, that ring was placed on a single finger, on the left hand, in the middle of a busy restaurant. Strangers appluaded and rushed phone calls were made, Facebook statuses were updated and it was all offical.

And as we drove home, Taylor told me again that the Heart of Gold is stalking us. I look down to the ring that belonged to the woman that, in theory, made all this possible. I snickered. “It’s right here,” and pointed to the ring.

“God is a terrible writer.”

Needless to say, our wedding will be decorated with either shoe shaped spaceships or tiny little golden hearts.

By Popular Demand

My ring.

Look at those ugly hands!

Story about the proposal and various other romantic flim flam will be tomorrow, most likely. Taylor’s still here. >:3

Varendil Dawnblade Is

Neil Patrick Harris.

Oh boy.

Life has been busy. I admit, I haven’t been RPing on Lanuria lately. I’ve picked up raiding again, enjoying it and the new people I’ve meet and with Lanuria and Varendil’s story complete (For the moment), Taylor and I don’t get on and into our characters as much. If Lan is around, she’s still IC, like always, but right now, she’s busy in Orgrimmar, working hard on her and Varendil’s shop..which will never really open thanks to Cataclysm and the rumor that the Blood Elves, Trolls and Forsaken will be kicked out of Orgrimmar. The expansion is going to open a lot more Role Play for Lan and Varen, we can’t wait for it.

In terms of RP, another reason we haven’t been on our characters is because we have received a lot of hate (Which doesn’t outnumber the amount of praise) we get from our blog, The Roleplayer’s Lament. While a lot of people love the blog, we are not approached much for IC interactions, though we do get a lot of love from people. If you like us, role play with us! We would love to have a storyline with you. ❤

In terms of real life, Taylor is coming down in 17 days to meet my parents and family. This is always an important thing to me for some reason and he’s agreed to come down here to meet them. We are also planning on telling my parents about our plans which include, but not limited to moving up to Wisconsin for Taylor’s last semester of classes at his school before starting a new adventure with him. I’m nervous, scared to death about it. I’ve never lived more than an hour and a half from my parents, not more than thirty minutes from any family, so moving up to Wisconsin where I know a hand full of people is very scary. Though, I think I will like Madison. It’s a nice liberal town with fun things to do. I hope I can find a good job and be comfortable there. I know I’ll freeze to death but I have an amazing boyfriend to keep me warm.

Other than my real life stepping it up a notch, Lan and Varendil celebrate a year of married life on April 17th. I can’t believe it’s been a year since they got married! Taylor will actually be here with me during their anniversary, so I plan on going out to a nice fancy restaurant  to celebrate. I think it would be cute to go out to celebrate the reason we met and fell in love, yes?

I plan on redoing the blog. I need a place to vent about work, about raiding and about real life. Expect a lot more IRL posts from me, but I’ll still try and keep up with a few short stories of Lan.


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