Nerdy post time.

Okay, so got a new game.

Zelda: Skyward Sword.

25th Anniversary and such edition, but yeah.

Watching my sister freak out over the first meeting with the Demon Lord what's-his-face-Ghirahim.
Ghirahim looks like a pedophile rapist or something, with his weird walk and creepy eyes following you around, with his hand out towards youu...
But it's been a pretty good game, I personally like Zelda but not everyone's played it.
And I normally don't like games for the Wii, just because swinging my arms around like a maniac tends to get a bit annoying after a while.
So I'm pretty impressed with this one so far, and I've enjoyed it.
I've only played about four and a half hours, while little sister has played over six at least? 
It's pretty funny.

Another good game I've been enjoying as well is the quite famous, Skyrim.
I haven't played it as much as I would've liked since I was recovering from surgery and a bunch of other reasons but I've gotten a good start I suppose.

I've enjoyed it more than I did Oblivion, which is saying a lot coming from me since Oblivion was like one of my favorite RPGs.
But it'd be a bit too hard for me to pick between Zelda, Skyrim and Oblivion as to which had been my favorites... I guess I can pick all of them..

But anyway, part of the companions and shit on Skyrim, so yippeee.
Once Mr.A. leaves I'll be free to do a bit more gaming...

Anyway, yeah.

Pains the game, Bs

Well I'm tired of playing.
Tired of getting hurt.
Tired of trying.
Tired of caring.
But what choice do I have?
I cannot lock myself up in a magical box of safeness where no harm would befall me.

The shit I go through is supposed to make me stronger.
But sometimes it just hurts and feels like it makes another crack in my wall.

How many cracks until the wall crumbles, hmm?

Makes me wonder.

December, December, let's see what I remember.

Angry puppy.
How fucking adorable!

Alright, so this month has been a piece of shit.
As I've been dreading in most of my post before, I was not looking forward to surgery.
But Silly me!
I SHOULD have been more worried about the recovery!
I mean really!
What kind of shit is that?!
They warn you about what they're going to do and blah blah blah.
BUT....
What they don't fucking warn you about is the recovery after surgery....!

Okay so what was my recovery like?
Well, having to take medicines around the clock.
Haha meds not to bad, yeah?
Well liquid and having to take it almost every two hours without fail, is VERY, VERY, very annoying.

And of course all the meds had to have different effects on me, can't just have one or two effects rightttt?
Dizziness, feeling drowsy, moody, sudden mood changes, etc, etc, etc.

All very quite annoying and such.
So I tried to sleep as often as I could and had to suffer with Painkillers that actually pain you as you take them!
Isn't that great? You have to swallow something that hurts to help with pain... Does that make since to anyone else?
No?
Okay I didn't think so either.

After about a week, food commercials could almost make me cry.
While all I had to survive on was, popsicles!
Because I'm not really an ice cream person and after about, oh a day I was tired of trying to eat it.
So surviving on frozen ice it was.
Don't take me wrong, popsicles are great.
Just not as a you may only eat this and you can watch everyone else eat GOOD food while you suffer with frozen flavored ice, bitchhhh.

But yeah, all I wanted to do was sleep so I didn't have to feel the gnawing hunger, pain, and watch the annoying commercials for food.
Which made me hungrier than i already was!

Can you tell I was pissed about not getting to eat yet?
If not I can always mention it again. <3


So I'm glad I can eat now, even if I'm still limited.
At least it's not Popsicles.
Yay!

I'll write about how my Christmas was and such later, I'm just done for now...
Still getting my energy back, yay for recovery -.-