Dear Journal . . .

4 posts · started by Yambam Slimjam on Feb 10, 2016 · 3329 views · in Active Journals & Diaries

POWERFULFeb 10, 2016

Feb 10, 2016 at 09:18 PM #1

~~Dear Diary~~
~~Dear Journal~~
~~Dear Adventurer's Note~~
Dear Journal . . .

This is a PRIVATE property of Tsalazami so GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!!!

Now that the security message was written, I guess I have to explain my own self the idea behind this ~~diary~~ I came across. Oh, why do I even have to. This is just a measure to stop myself from talking to myself. That is getting out of control, Tsalazami. Okay.

So today I been watching these mammoths and what? How did these wind up here, even. Started watching them, studying. Looked at one side and then another. Look like mammoths, alright. That's stupid. I freaking hate mammoths get that outta here!

Do do to do list:

- Get a proper longsword.
- Continue pretending that I'm illiterate
- Stop being such a baby about Thurn Konne. Seriously stop embarrassing yourself, Tsalazami.
- Reassure yourself that relationships are a waste of time again.
- Stand at the inn and was over people.
- Find that Groin nord or whatever his name and show him what's where and what is who.
- Check if there are any contracts for beasties.
- Find ingredients for enchanting.
- Learn what's with the House Redoran attacking this at the first look irrelevant outpost.
- ~~Get friends, maybe.~~ Ah who cares.

Edited Feb 10, 2016 at 09:24 PM by 0

POWERFULFeb 12, 2016

Feb 12, 2016 at 03:08 AM #2

So, I continue watching mammoths. I still do not know why they are here. But today I realised! If they are here, then giants must be somewhere nearby (these are the stories I've heard from Skyrim atleast). That I realised until I spent hours wandering about the forest, seeing no giants. Then I've decided to ask one of the mammoth herders and apparently that was the better thing to do at the very beginning.

After frowning for about an hour, I decided to continue studying mammoths. Previously my deduction (looking these forest mammoths over) aided me to decide that they are indeed mammoths, but what brought them here?

Anyways, I wonder how they taste.

POWERFULFeb 16, 2016

Feb 16, 2016 at 05:51 PM #3

Dear Journal,

I've made a big fool out of myself. Again.

But I think I've fixed it for them. How could I've ever considered tearing the two apart, when it appears that Menelin and I can understand eachother better than anyone I've met in a while. But now that I helped them, I think that's a good time to hop off their shoulders and just let it flow however it did previously. Seems that I will always be the third unwanted between the two. There you are all alone again, Tsalazami.

The other day I was ~~drunk~~ resting at the mammoth farm, watching these stupid beasts again. Among them, I keep noticing that one specific forest mammoth, one that appears to be paler than the others. It keeps staring at me whenever I am there. I don't like it, but still wonder how mammoth cheese tastes.

I also wonder about the increasing amount of women in this town. Are the men too busy dying in wars? Despite being a lady myself, I feel very out of place in this town. But I suppose it's best to stay with the decent folk, like that dunmer girl with a child. One that hates her kin to the point she is ready to give her child an imperial name. I mean, I am sure we will get along despite that one oddity.

POWERFULFeb 26, 2016

Feb 26, 2016 at 04:22 AM #4

Dear Journal,

Finally. Finally I found time to pick you up and write something in you. And ofcourse I do so only when something troubles me, so I hope that you hold no ill feeling for me. I try to sort something for myself, set things straight.

So today Thorn was rambling about eyepatches, which got me to an abstract idea. What if there is a dimension where the value of a man is measured by the amount of eyepatches he got on his eye. Say, a man with a stack of eyepatches on one eye is akin to a noble. Or perhaps there are dimensions with similar concepts such as that. Different colored pants, how one whistles when they speak. Then again, all such isn't too alien to me. I've been among the Telvanni for a large portion of my life and some of the antics I've mentioned were best not to question. No no, nothing because of fear. Well, maybe fear for your grip on reality. Fortunate me, ol' Folke existed within my sort of reality, more or less. I still should write him a letter, the man was responsible for a good amount of my skills, after all.

On the other news, I've been fighting these damned nightmares again. They rid me of sleep, like before. Ah, I feared that this would repeat again. Think I need to talk to somebody about this, but damn it all. Is it embarrassing.

Also, I got called pretty today. So take that, world!

Edited Feb 26, 2016 at 04:37 AM by 0