Winter is Coming

Not seriously...

Today, we speak of Game of Thrones.
George R.R. Martin's masterpiece of a series has been made into a television show, and is now part-way through season two.
Of course though, it is an HBO Series
For all of you fools out there who are unfamiliar with the works of HBO, the majority of them tend to show a lot of... well... boobs. Oh, and sex scenes, but boobs are way more common.

I have fallen in love with their choice of actors!
I mean who better to play Lord Eddard Stark, than Sean Bean?

He looks exactly the same as he did when he played Boromir, except aged a bit with a fluffier cloak.

 Joffrey, son of King Robert Baratheon  is so well done as well. Absolutely amazing, and such a brilliant actor... if I ever met Jack Gleeson (who plays Joffrey), I would probably not hesitate to punch him in the face.
He plays the child who is given way to much power, and is quite the little asshole at that!

Peter Dinklage plays the part of Tyrion Lannister (aka. The Imp). He is one of my absolute favourite characters, and Dinklage plays the part perfectly!
Uncle of Joffrey, he is a powerful speaker, and an intelligent man who stands apart from the rest of his nut-job, incest-filled family.

 Okay, so enough about the actors. To sum it up, all of the actors are freaking amazing.



I find the way to describe this show is quite simple... and is usually to be taken in a joking manner.
It came up in a conversation with my father. Due to all the nudity (mostly boobs), and semi-graphic sexual scenes, we have dubbed it "soft core porn... with a really, really good story line."
One scene,we also decided, may have been directed by a really hormonal teenage boy.

It was during a monologue by the character Petyr Baelish (played by Aidan Gillen),

someone decided that the best possible thing to be going on in the room, and the main focus (besides his voice of course), was a lesbian sex scene. It was two prostitutes going at it in the brothel (which owned by Baelish).

I'm sure some might take offense to this, and not want to watch it, but I swear, it is one of the best shows ever made.
However if you would prefer not to see constant boobs on the screen, I highly recommend reading the books instead.
It is honestly one of the best series I have come across.

My Addiction

My name is Marina, and I am an addict.

A couple of my friends have pointed this out... I have a problem.
A problem that could one day affect my health.
I swear I've tried to stop before, but its just so hard to!

I must spend hundreds of my well-earned dollars on this addiction every week!

Its just... impossible to stop.

Some people have tried to get me to change my habits, gain some healthy ones, but its just too hard!

I know the first step is admitting the addiction, so now I have.
Maybe now I should ask for help... but its rather embarrassing to talk about.

But here, to you people, I will admit this.

My addiction is... chocolate

Any suggestions on how to deal with this?

Feeling Fast Already

OneThingOnMyMind

My Cat

To all of you out there that have met the ruler of my household, I have something to say to you.
My.
Cat.
Is.
Not.
Fat.
Exclamation Point.

Whiskers, ruler of the world, is a 15 year old cat. So yes, his metabolism is slowing down slightly, and sometimes it may give him the appearance of flub and flab, but it is all an illusion!
He is a long haired feline, and as his royal highness as aged, he has also become more lord- like.
He no longer needs to jump when his servants are around, for he can have us lift him to the height which he prefers so that he can save his energy for various activities.

And you say he's waddling? His little legs can't handle him?
Preposterous!
 Have you never seen insane cat-swagger before?

He is the king of the jungle we call my residence!

As for you children out there that believe that he is 'heavy', and whine and groan as you pick him up, I know a reason for that.
You are weak!
Gain some muscle! Then come talk to me!

Regret- an old slam poetry

I look back at myself,

and I really start to wonder...

If I looked the way I used to,

would I ever have been noticed?

If i didn't dress the way I did,

straighten my hair the way I do...

would you look at me the same?

If my eyes weren't lined the way they are,

in the coloured shadows, pencil and ink...

and my skin weren't covered in that pore clogging paste...

would you still call me pretty?

Maybe I've grown a bit sick of all this,

Seeing everyone with their tiny insecurities,

Puking up every last thing that keeps them alive?

God I wish I could go back to the way I used to be,

but I'm addicted, as is.

I'm addicted to the makeup, to the look, to it all.

And I think now the whole world starts to fall.

When I see beautiful people change who they are...

it makes me sick, and I know its the start,

because its too hard to go back,

Its hard to change the way things are.

Because ideals are forced on us all,

When I call people fake, its for that sickly paste,

and that blow-up doll personality,

and i know you arent' following,

but one day they'll all reach,

the point in which we seldom speak,

the point when they look back at themselves...

and think 'wow... its so hard to tell'

because people change so much,

looks, personality, it all...

and sometimes its not worth climbing...

if we all slip and fall.

I don't know the meaning of this,

i'm just trying to let it out...

in the only way I know,

without having to shout,

cus the world is asleep,

while I lay awake...

So I just hope someone reads this,

and the tightness twists in their chest,

'cus then maybe they'll understand,

exactly what I regret.