Like the title says, I know. I know I've been neglecting my blog but I've been busy with family shit and the OH MY FUCKING GODS THE LIGHT IS BACK day. Now I'm too tired to actually write all that much today but I promise I'll post sometime this week about what the hell has been going on.
But like I said I'm really tired so I'm gonna go lie down and read a book.
Night.
-Daniel Ambrosius Devereux
P.S. See I didn't even use the title that time. ;P
So I been told that I seem immature and that people don't take me seriously, now I don't know why anyone would think this but if I where to hazzard a guess it would be because of this blog and my personality. Now my loyal subjects could tell you that my personality won't take shit from anyone, now this kind of personality is apparently seen as attention whoring. So what would you people like to see, me being silent, I've done that before and I didn't like it. I spent a whole year practically not speaking and it wasn't any fun.
This song sums me up.
Maybe I am a bit rash and I don't think things through, maybe I offend some people. But this rash, rude, instinctual personality is one of the things people love about me.
Apparently I flaunt my witchcraft, now on this subject I'm confused, I don't normally talk to people about it. At most I read a book when I'm with people but I normally talk about it with my pagan-y friends, yes I may update my facebook saying something to the effect of: Working on a money spell, or, tonight is a good night for hexing; but that's more toward my pagan-y people. Or maybe its the fact that I talk about it on my blog; here let me go check how many times I mention it, in five posts I mention it and in three of them I actively talk about it.
Maybe its because of the blog that I seem immature; I mean it is called Sovereignity and I've made myself a big fancy title. The name and the fancy title is more a play on a nickname I've been given; Queeny. After all gay men have been called queens for decades, so I believe I have a right to claim said name.
Maybe I'm seen as immature because I flaunt my homosexuality, yes I am a bit flaming but everyone is. So if I can't be a bit flaming does that give me the right to go up the hetero couple whos' kissing over coffee and tell them: You two seem immature because your flaunting your heterosexuality? No it doesn't!
Now people may say that I'm being immature because I'm sitting on my arse blogging about this but in my opinion I'm not. If you don't like what I have to say either get the bloody hell off my blog and never come back, or leave a fucking comment and start a conversation with me, it's that bloody simple!
If any of you've read this post will know I created this personality, Daniel, because I was given the chance to reinvent myself. Daniel is my id, He is everything I wish to be; physically, mentally, and emotionally. Now if anyone would like to say that I shouldn't act like my Id then please pipe up, because I apparently have bipolar and schizophrenic tendencies, then again doesn't everyone?
It probably would be a good idea for me to apologize for this little rant but I wont because there is no reason for me to apologize to my readers, you read this blog because you're interested in my life and what I'm doing.
But I will apologize for this and this post, the first one was funny and I thought I'd share it and the second was strange. I would also like to apologize for not doing what I said that I would in this post, I've been kinda busy so I may get to it today.
Well your Queen needs to get a shower so I'll see you later my servants,
Her Imperial and Royal Majesty, By the Grace of God, The Defender of the Old Faith, Original Sin, The Queen of Harlots, Roses, Chaos, Heaven, Night, Empress of India, The Tsar of Hell, Ruler of the Underworld,The Whore of Babylon, Heaven, and Hell, Pope of Discord, The Saint of Sinners, The Beast, Lucifer, The Morning Star, The Anti-Christ, Prophetess of the Old Religion, Priestess of the Greek Gods, Hecates’ Handmaiden, Sovereign over all, Daniel Ambrosius Devereux.
First of all, Shes not a cat, if she was a cat she wouldn't be using her hands.
Second of all, that's not an orange that's a fresh tomato.
And to the guy who filmed this, I hope you fucking paid her because if you didn't you should be hanged; And if any creepy old guy got his rocks off by watching this He should be on the gallows too.
So it's been four days since I last posted, I've been trying to post every two or three days but that doesn't seem to be happening. On the fifth I went to Ground Zero for the game day; I saw Dave who hadn't been there for quite a while and I believe He said that He's no longer running fourth edition at The Game Shoppe anymore which I was quite happy about. Living Forgotten Realms is dead, it's been dead for a while, actually with the Cavaliers it's been dead for a little less than a year. By the way our gaming group is called The Cavaliers, actually I believe last November was our ten year anniversary; I had joined the Cav's some time in '04 so for me I would've been in the group for six years.
First slot I played Rokugan, the table included three Crab, two Lion, one Mantis, and Me one Crane. So there was my courtier, Doji Yomi, with five people who were practically enemies of his clan and the one Mantis who he felt was 'useful'. It was a fairly easy mod actually, We where bringing some soon-to-be Samurai to their Gempukku. Well, the shit hit the fan as the ceremony was beginning; The night before the Empress had declared that she was pregnant. Well as the ceremony was starting one of the Emperors guards killed her. I think that's all I'm gonna say because from there on it gets so fucking confusing, well to confusing to up down on paper. At one point one of the players of one of the Crab bushi said that I should be playing a Shugenja, a spell-caster. I respectfully said that I had played one of them before and that I would like to play something a bit differed; And to actually note I have played a Shugenja, She was from the Unicorn clan and I've also played a Bushi and She was from the Lion clan.
And now I know that all of the people of my Queendom are enraged saying something to the effect of: My glorious Queen, how dare this man insult royal blood like that, He should be taken to the stocks, right?
Now, now. Calm yourselves My subjects, there is no need to be angered at his words. He spoke truth, I do usually play spell-casters. As of late I've been trying to play different things, Now being a face character isn't something I would normally do. He spoke no lies nor did he insult Me, now always remember the reward for a liar is pain.
Second slot I played Pathfinder, It went well I guess. The first fight which in my opinion shouldn't have taken as long as it did but almost no one was hitting. Nearing the end of the first fight one of the players became angered I believe, over what I have no clue because either I don't remember or I wasn't paying attention. When his character fell he became slightly upset saying, "Everyone, your healing is dieing on the floor." Now I was playing a witch and my character had quite a bit of healing, so him falling wasn't much of a big deal, I mean he was level one with three or four spells one of which he had spent, I don't think he had any scrolls and if he did any caster with Cure Light Wounds on their list could trigger it. Now my witch had one free cure light for each creature, fifteen cure light scrolls, five cure moderate scrolls, and three spells readied. Aradia was packing the healing.
The second fight was a killer, We ran into a Summoner and her eidolon. First round She downed an invisibility potion and the Eidolon charged forward, The Druid sent in his Roc and the Inquisitor followed. The Eidolon made quick work of the bird, at that point Aradia said something about chicken for dinner, The Eidolon turned on the Inquisitor who was quickly retreating back to the party.
At some point they made it back up to the bar where the Roc carcass was sitting, a round or two later the Inquisitor was blown out of the water. At that point Aradia said, "Sorry everyone but I'm out." which she promptly turned tail and ran. A while later, after collecting the Inquisitors' body, the party coughed up their share of the money and still that wasn't enough to raise the man. Now no one really had any money other than Aradia and another, at that point I looked at the owner of the Inquisitor and said, "Aradia has just now bought a bodyguard." He looked at me like, What, then he got it while saying, "Yep, Aradia has a bodyguard."
Nothing has happen since Saturday, a week or so ago they started to play Christmas music and for the last three weeks or so I've been waking up to Christmas music. Have I ever mentioned that I hate Christmas music, well I do. Christmas is one of the holidays I despise, Christmas Carols and the light. If I could I would start hibernating before the carols start and I wouldn't wake until New Years Eve. I hate snow and for me the month of December heralds two things, Snow and Christmas; Here in Nebraska their isn't no such thing as a Christmas without snow, it's blasphemy. Now we have a few traditions in my family, they aren't all that original, We have a ham for dinner on Christmas eve and that night we would go to church. Now we haven't gone to church on Christmas even for a few years now, actually we haven't gone since my family found out I was gay and pagan; I also don't eat ham.
Another tradition of ours is that we decorate, that isn't the tradition really, it's my Grandmother bitching about putting the decorations up and then taking them down, she also bitches about the Halloween ones as well. She wraps the banister in gaudy garland and the fireplace too, She lugs out the pieces of the eight foot plastic tree from the basement. A wreath is nailed above the fireplace that is never used and garland is draped on it mantle, oh and I have pictures.
I know there crap-tastic photos but you get the gist of the decorations. Christmas is a very special holiday for my family, it's one of their favorites. Personally I hate it, no one gets what they really want and isn't Christmas about the birth of their Savior? Now for me the day of, "OMG THE LIGHT RETURNS!", is just another day. It's nothing all that special, none of the gods I work with regularly have anything to do with that, I believe. With most major holidays someone always gets into a fight, wait who am I kidding any time that the family gets together theirs fights.
So this year I know what I'm gonna say,
It´s Christmas, for goodness sake. Think about the baby Jesus, up in that tower, letting his hair down, so that the three wise men can climb up and spin the dradel and see if there are six more weeks of winter! -Karen Mother-fucking Walker
I'm gonna get weird looks for saying that but it'll shock them into silence. Well I think that's all I have to say for this post, Oh a few of my reader would like me to post about how I came to work with Hecate and what I do to worship her, hopefully within the next few days I'll have that post rolling out. I'm also surfing CNN.com for possible articles to post about and give my two cents on.
Well Goodbye my lovelies,
Her Imperial and Royal Majesty, By the Grace of God, The Defender of the Old Faith, Original Sin, The Queen of Harlots, Roses, Chaos, Heaven, Night, Empress of India, The Tsar of Hell, Ruler of the Underworld,The Whore of Babylon, Heaven, and Hell, Pope of Discord, The Saint of Sinners, The Beast, Lucifer, The Morning Star, Prophetess of the Old Religion, Priestess of the Greek Gods, Hecates’ Handmaiden, Sovereign over all, Daniel Ambrosius Devereux.
Well nothing much as happened since my Grandmother verbally attacked me, I would like to tell you know that your Queen does not that great of memory so that small transcript of the fight is generalization not word for word. Well as you can tell from the script the She-Bitch wants me gone, She's vindictive and spiteful, and as I've said in the past She occasionally cooks dinner. Now with my ethics on witchcraft I've made my fair share of enemies and I wouldn't eat anything one of them made for me, I refuse to eat anything that She-Bitch cooks. Now She made tacos Tuesday or Wednesday, I don't remember which, so as normal I ate dinner and it was good I guess. The next day I woke up and I was violently sick, I mean I couldn't really get out of bed and I was vomiting up my guts. She knows nothing of witchcraft but I don't want Her negativity of wanting to be rid of me to rub off on my food; so I'm cooking for myself, it's not a new development I've been doing it since I could turn a fucking stove on.
I re-fixed my sleep schedule for like the fortieth time and it's fucked up AGAIN! I am very fucking angry, for the past few days I had been waking up around six or seven in the morning so that's a good thing. But I am a evening person through and through; if I was to sleep all day and be awake during the night I would be fine, I wouldn't be tired in the middle of the night. During the day, now that's a different thought all together, I get very fucking tired in the middle of the day. Now being so fucking tired I tried to take a nap, now usually I'm not able to fall asleep because someone is calling my cell or The She-Bitch is being loud, but yesterday it was perfect I got a two or so hour nap in. Now, see the thing with me and naps are, if I get a nap I won't sleep that night so that's where we are.
So now I am sleep-deprived and I have a migraine the sized of Europe.
Now I know what all of you are saying: Now our great and Benevolent Queen, why don't you take a nap and have someone wake You from Your beauty sleep?
Now my entertaining subjects, why didn't I think of that?
Because no one in the palace is willing to wake You from your beauty sleep?
I really should knight you or something, you must be reading my mind.
I had asked my brother if he would wake me up an hour or two later, He refused citing that I would yell at him! I of all people don't yell. It's not like I was asking much, all I wanted was for him to ring my cell once or twice to wake me, it's not like I asked him to swim the English Channel!
My honorable, cunning, wise, and all-knowing Queen; why don't you just have him exiled?
Now I would love to do that but alas he is part if the royal family, that's frowned upon you know and He hasn't even committed a crime.
Ah but Mistress shouldn't anyone who disturbs your rest be considered a criminal?
You have a very good point there peasant, I shall bring it up to my advisors.
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I really do love writing those small conversations, they are entertaining. I should name the Peasant shouldn't I? Something I've noticed is that on this blog I have a slight personality shift, I act more narcissistic than normal, then again that's not by much. Another thing is that I have been dreaming more and more lately, the other night it was about me taking over the world with a squirrel-dog hybrid army, one of these animals could take out five marines in two seconds, three of them could take out a tank in ten seconds and, they where near bullet-proof.
I am starting up my own homegame of DnD it's forth edition and I'm trying to figure out what day I'm running the buffoons through Keep on the Shadowfell. Okay well that may have been a little harsh, their not buffoons they are just nerds.
I just now realized that google got the squirrel picture from another wordpress site, so heres a link. And I have to say I am slightly jealous of the smiling coffee, after all He's made of coffee so he is totally caffeinated. Wait, is the coffee a He or is it a She? Well with the english language it assumes that its masculine until told otherwise.
I think I'm gonna go to bed, Night!
Her Imperial and Royal Majesty, By the Grace of God, The Defender of the Old Faith, Original Sin, The Queen of Harlots, Roses, Chaos, Heaven, Night, Empress of India, The Tsar of Hell, Ruler of the Underworld,The Whore of Babylon, Heaven, and Hell, Pope of Discord, The Saint of Sinners, The Beast, Lucifer, The Morning Star, Prophetess of the Old Religion, Priestess of the Greek Gods, Hecates’ Handmaiden, Sovereign over all, Daniel Ambrosius Devereux.
I’m Daniel a single gay teenager in Nebraska. I dropped out of high-school during my Junior year; I’ve had chronic migraines since January of ’09, they tend to be quite severe to the point it hurt to move or think, hell I’ve spent days in bed because of them.
be because of this blog and my personality. Now my loyal subjects could tell you that my personality won't take shit from anyone, now this kind of personality is apparently seen as attention whoring. So what would you people like to see, me being silent, I've done that before and I didn't like it. I spent a whole year practically not speaking and it wasn't any fun.
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