Tirdas, 9:00 PM, 19th of Last Seed

Made it to Jarl Baalgruuf's keep today (or however the hell you spell his name...I may be a Nord but I was raised in southern Cyrodiil).  His bodyguard accosted me on the way in, but she turned out to be a fairly decent woman.  The Jarl sent us to the Western Watchtower almost immediately to clear out what we thought was the dragon that attacked Helgen. His court wizard also relieved me of that Dragon Tablet I'd been carrying, so I'm glad I copied the ruins down.

When we arrived at the watchtower it was immediately obvious to me that this was not the same dragon which assaulted us at Helgen.  It was much smaller and less powerful.  We brought it down fairly quickly.  but now here's the weird part.  As the dragon exhaled for the last time this hot current of --energy? --life force?  began to rip away from the body--and come towards me!  I admit I may have flinched, cowered back at first as the hot ripples of power surrounded me, but as this energy continued to surround it also began to penetrate, at least I swear that's what it felt like.  It entered me.  I stood tall then and grew more confident, it was an amazing feeling of power.  I don't know how to describe it.  It was as if all the memories, all the victories, all the soul of the fallen dragon were transferred to me.  Of course the guard were all in an uproar about it, calling me the mythical 'dragon-born' but I'm a Nord, in no way a descendant to the Septims.  Erelith, the Jarl's bodyguard agreed with me I believe, although she did try to evade the subject.  She finally said she assumed it was just because I landed the last blow in the dragon, it could have been any one of us.  But she also mentioned that if I really wanted to learn more I could go to the grey beards.  I don't know about that though.  Perhaps.  On a side not the Jarl declared me his Thane and gave me a housecarl named Lydia.  She's sweet and young and I have yet to see how she handles a sword.

On my way back into Whiterun I heard a might voice like thunder rip across the skies.  "DOVAKIIN!"  Are they grey beards summoning me?  Do they presume that I am their wretched puppet because I assisted a group of six guards and the Jarl's personal bodyguard in bringing down a dragon?

Morndas, 10:49 PM, 18th of Last Seed

For 10 gold this room at the Bannered Mare is an excellent bargain!  I absolutely love the porch, I mean where else in Skyrim can you rent a room for 10g and get your own private porch above the dining room.  I can sit up here and lounge and listen to music and chatter and get drunk all without the obnoxious nosy smelly random drunk man hitting on me!

Oh!  And my honey nut treat!  And the Black Briar mead!  Supper is delicious tonight.  I wanted to go to the Jarl today to speak with him about the dragon which attacked Helgen.  He probably should send troops to Riverwood just to make them feel safer.  But to be honest I don't know what good troops would do.  They were pretty damn noneffective at Helgen.  Anyways, I didn't make it to the keep, it took longer to get to Whiterun than I had anticipated, I was ambushed by several bandits, and while looting their corpses what I assume was the rest of their party also stumbled into me.  Needless to say they are all enjoying a dirt nap now!

Morndas, 6:58 AM, 18th of Last Seed

Finally made it out of Bleak Falls Barrow!  I recovered that Golden Claw for the shopkeep (I don't even remember his name...) in Riverwood, but also found a strange dragon-isk tablet on the body of a now (permenantly) deceased Draugr.  It seems to be some kind of epitaph, but I can't make most of it out.  I'm transcribing it here, in case I find a scholor on the subject.  'Here' being a partially used journal I found in this bandit camp I am staying at tonight.  The woman whom it had belonged to was also a Jade Rae...it ends in some obscure remark about "corrupted save...tpo many mods...oooaahhh!"  How strange is that!?

For some reason I am convinced that that last word is Alduin.  I know not why, but it must be.  It just must be! Oh, and one other thing.  One of the bandits had what appears to be a treasure map of Riverwood on him.  I'll have to check it out.  I do love treasure!

Moved!

Idea:  I am a self professed nerd.  How about taking it to the next level.  I admit it, I have a skyrim journal.  I'm seriously considering moving my Skyrim journal to my blog.  I mean, why not?  It's not as detail focused as some of the other ES journals out there I've read, but hey, it's mine...I mean, what's not to love about that !!

Right now I'm playing a Nord heroine, Jade Rae (yup, I'm creative).  Yah I've decided.  I'm moving the journal over here.

Apple Pie

Why is it that pie crust is never perfect when you make it?  And it's even worse when you buy it.  I can follow all of grandmas old recipes, look it up on Epicurus, but my pie crust is never just how I want it.  And yet I know that there is such a thing as a perfect pie crust, because I have had it before, typically made by little white haired ladies at bake sales.  So why can't I make it?  I was so close the other day, I had the crunch, I had the mulitple delicate layers, I had the color...but it tasted like crisco. :(  Is it possible to perfect my pie crust before I too am a white haired lady?  Or is it like sushi and the true masters are aged veterans?  I have not given up yet!

Began packing today, all in all packing is by far the worst part of moving, followed closely by unpacking.  Why do I have so much stuff?  I'm debating whether or not to just start tossing stuff until everything fits in one little parcel.

Graduation!

Well I guess those 21 months went pretty fast after all. I don't know if it's really sunk in yet though.  I. Am. Done. With. School.  Wow.  Kinda neat.  Now I've actually gotta find a house and another job and start living the American Dream though.  Crap.  Not gonna lie, already my twisted little mind is planning where I shall go for more higher educations.  Archeology would be fun...but idk...maybe I'll just go into language studies...

I watched Social Network last night.  Maybe it was just me but that movie didn't make sense and zombieland boy talked waaaay too fast...

Kittens!

I got a kitten!  Her name is Splinter and she's adorable!  The problem however is that I don't have anywhere to keep her...so I think I'm gonna move!  Seems reasonable to me at least.  Totally worth it for my cute little splinter who won't shut up.  I seriously don't think I've ever met a chattier cat.  All day it's meow meow mew mew meow and so on.  Although I wouldn't really know I guess, I haven't had a chance to spend a full day with her yet...just kinda passing her between friends right now until I find a place to keep her.  I suppose I should move soon if I'm gonna go.  Winters in MN are kinda nasty.  Wouldn't want to move during one of those...

Hmmm...so I am listening to crazy bitch....love that song...don't care what anybody says...buck cherry is da bomb... :)

I"m also reading Psalm 89.  It's a long one, but it's cool.  I need to read my bible more often I think...it might help me be a little nicer...maybe even cure my antisocial personality disorder!

Well splinter, I'm looking for a place for us.  Seriously considering above the masonic temple.  That just sounds freaking swizzle, I'm looking into it don't worry pretty kitty.  I have tomorrow, I'll make some phone calls for us, don't worry pretty kitty, I'll find us a place as soon as I can :)