Don't tell me what I can't do.

So recently I've had a string of people telling me I can't do this, I can't do that. Or my favorite comment, what did I know about hard, I'm white. So let's start from the beginning, Corset cares about a handful of people very deeply and these people are all on the skint side for Holiday season this year so Corset wanted to do something special and get everyone something nice. This started the first 'can't'. I told a co-worker what I had planned and they laughed at me, told me I couldn't afford to get them everything that I had laid out, not on what I make at my job. I said I would get another job. They told me I couldn't do it in time for presents. They told me I couldn't work that much and still pass all my finals. I said watch me. This was four weeks ago.

Last night my final grades for the semester were posted. I have a 4.0 for this semester. I also work three jobs all averaging twenty hours a week and this Friday I will get the last paycheck I need to buy the last of the presents for the people I care about. I did it because only I can dictate my life. Not my coworkers. Not my friends. Not my family. I chose. I have never made more than 22k in a year. Yet for the past four I have independently supported myself. Pulled myself out of a self abusive lifestyle and into a place where I am so close to finishing my degree I can already see graduation caps. It doesn't matter how poor you are. Where you came from. What you look like. It matters how much you are willing to give up to make something of yourself. What matters is how hard are you will to push and how many times you are willing to stand back up and say, I'm not ready to give up yet. It will be hard. There are times where you will cry. You will scream and swear and when those times are hard and you're not sure you can take any more that's when you have to lift your head high and say I'm better than this and I deserve better than this.

There will always be someone in the world that wants you to think that you have no worth. Someone who wants to tear you down to bring themselves up. Don't let that be. It's like they say, Stand up for what is right even if you are standing alone. You can't wait for someone else to make the first move and do the right thing for you.

Corset climbing back on the soap box,
Signing off.

Skyrim.

Well then, raise your hand if you are familiar with the Elder Scrolls games. Good! So you probably already know about Skyrim and that it came out in the end of November and is a highly addicting game with a few highly irritating problems. My next question, who remembers the cluster fuck of glitches that occurred when oblivion was first released. I do! I know that months and months later they finally re-released the game in a special edition glitch free kind of way but by the time they did that I was torching my copy refusing to pay for another.

So you should be happy to hear that Skyrim is no where near that bad. I've ran into a few incidinces where my game has frozen. I found one area where a mammoth falls out of the sky repeatedly instead of walking. If you approach it, the mammoth falls to the ground dead. That was entertaining. Then there was the update. Oh Skyrim why? I woke up one morning and found I still had the urge to play and it was ok if I was five minutes late so I started up Skyrim and the 360 prompted me that I needed to install an update. Ok this happens. I hit accept. Then I check my cell and I have half a dozen texts from various people warning me that the update includes bugs and do not for any reason do it. Well damn.

Now what these bugs are I haven't done hard core research into. From my understanding it's made some quests unbeatable. I haven't found them yet. Then again I've only clocked ten hours since I installed. Word of advice to the wise though, if you are looking for a fun quest, choose the misc. with the offbeat title. Things like, Haunted House, or Go Visit the Museum. or Drinking Contest!  I've had a lot more fun with those than some of the main line quests. Then again mine has a bug so that despite the fact I chose to have a tail, they still all mistake me for a Nord and my clairvoyance spell has decided it wants to rail road me into joining the rebellion.

Well, no major complaints on my end. All the bugs I've been able to take with a grain of salt and a laugh. We shall see when I turn my sights toward the main mission later this week. Oh and by the way, unless you move slower than a dead sabre cat, don't waste money on a horse.

Corset signing off.