Today has been an eventful day. I did possibly one of the funniest, stupidest things I have ever done, and my head still aches from it. I was on my stomach on a skateboard in my dorm hallway, and Sol decided to try to sit on me, which prompted me loudly screaming "RAPE!" and turtle crawling away as quickly as I could. It was hilarious, and not at all a bad idea. Until I reached the end of the hallway, realized how fast I was going, and opened a closed and mostly secured door with my head. I didn't push the handle in either. I may have knocked myself out a little bit, but Death and Sol were on the floor laughing and I have shown no signs of a real concussion other than slight headaches. But that is to be expected.
Then, about twenty minutes later, I did the ALS ice water challenge with my whole dorm floor. We have a video on facebook and everything. I helped dump water, and at the end, Sol and I got the largest bucket dumped on us. It was quite fun, and cold water really isn't so bad.
Even better, I tried to learn to skateboard today. Did not go well. Busted up my hip pretty badly, but not much worse than any other part of me. In fact, that is easy to forget about laying here blogging. I discovered I have a knack for longboarding though, which is just... well, a longer skateboard.
This blog post is a little shorter than usual because of all of my posts coming so quickly, but I will make some longer better ones once I start slowing down again! thanks for reading. Ace out!
Saturday, August 23, 2014
Friday, August 22, 2014
Complications and Heartburn
It is 1:30 and I can't seem to fall asleep. Maybe it's the pumped up video games, maybe it's the excitement of finishing my second first week of college. Or maybe it's the internet and I just can't close my laptop. Either way, there have been some developments in the world of Ace and Co. Death has managed to inadvertently upset a woman, and she is trying to cope with him not thinking he is the most gorgeous woman in the world. She is slightly bigger, and has boyish features. By no means an ugly girl. Death is just not convinced she is gorgeous. He does however love how sweet she is, and she has become so obsessed with physical beauty she can't accept that and their friendship may suffer.
I want to talk about some people I love today, on the topic of Death and others. First, Death. He has been my best friend and brother in everything but blood for about two and a half years now, but to us, it feels like we have never not known each other. Our language is unique, and we both convey messages to each other effectively yet mysteriously, allowing for us to hold whole conversations without anyone knowing what we are talking about. He has been my most reliable friend, and his family has become mine, considering my own terrible familial situation. He and I want to start a business together after college, and we can't imagine not living at least near each other as adults, if not neighbors for life.
Then, there is the love of my life, Ichigo. My strawberry haired love. I couldn't live without her, and she has made my life the perfect combination of love and support. I can't really say much about her, mainly because it is gushy and gooey and frankly, most people don't want to hear it.
Sol, Dying Youth, and Final Chase are all my college buddies, and I don't honestly think I would have had such a great year last year without them around. Sol is darkly humorous, and we have the perfect rivalry, the best of friends, the most competitive of enemies. Dying Youth and I are gamer bros. In fact, we bonded over Super Smash Bros, and still play it together to this day. Final Chase is very calm, and collected, and he doesn't stick out a whole lot, which he enjoys.
Lastly, but maybe most important of all is my Little One, my honorary little sister, and the one whose blog name I have foolishly forgotten and she will surely text me tomorrow reminding me. She does a lot for me that other people can't without ever knowing it. Having someone to protect, and for whom you would rip off the legs of any harmful person, really helps you understand yourself and how you devote yourself to people in a way a relationship or friendship might not. Of course I would jump in front of a bus to save my lover, but to be willing to do that for my friends, my little sister, and any of my acquaintances is a rather alarming but interesting thing to learn. For my Little One, I have sworn to put the fear of god into any person who hurts her. I am not violent, or mean, by any definition of the word. I can barely play GTA V without apologizing to the people I run over during my heists. But I would protect her with tooth and claw should the need arise. Little One has also helped me stop swearing as much, and really influences some of my stupider decisions. Like eating dogfood, vinegar, and other nasty treats. I may do it, but I will also take an antacid afterwards so I don't suffer such bad heartburn.
Which leads me to a story, one full of resentment and annoyance at my aging body. I am almost 20. Too darn young to have acid reflux, a heart condition, aching joints and the like, but I do. And one thing in particular is excruciatingly bad for me. My heartburn is getting to the point that I am almost constantly in pain and can't find anything that doesn't inflame my chest. Even perfumes give me the most painful heartburn ever. So the story goes like this: I am in art, and we are cutting out shapes and gluing them onto paper. Sort of elementary. However, we are using rubber cement. If you have never used it, it is very strong, and quite pungent. I politely asked to borrow some because I happen to be unprepared sometimes, and open the container. This is my first time using fresh, completely new cement, and I mistakenly had it close to my face when I opened it, as I was reading the label. The smell gave me heartburn that was so bad I had to rush out of the room and vomit in the bathroom, and still have heartburn now, because I can't remember where i packed my antacids. I need to get a new prescription anyways.
As always ending on a positive note, I have fallen asleep twice writing this, and it is now almost two o'clock, so I shall find it quite easy to fall asleep. Anyone reading this I mentioned, I love and need you just the way you are, and I hope to keep all of you in my life for much, much longer. And to the random reader who stuck with my sleepy delusional writing, thank you, and I hope my writing has touched something in you somehow. Ace out!
I want to talk about some people I love today, on the topic of Death and others. First, Death. He has been my best friend and brother in everything but blood for about two and a half years now, but to us, it feels like we have never not known each other. Our language is unique, and we both convey messages to each other effectively yet mysteriously, allowing for us to hold whole conversations without anyone knowing what we are talking about. He has been my most reliable friend, and his family has become mine, considering my own terrible familial situation. He and I want to start a business together after college, and we can't imagine not living at least near each other as adults, if not neighbors for life.
Then, there is the love of my life, Ichigo. My strawberry haired love. I couldn't live without her, and she has made my life the perfect combination of love and support. I can't really say much about her, mainly because it is gushy and gooey and frankly, most people don't want to hear it.
Sol, Dying Youth, and Final Chase are all my college buddies, and I don't honestly think I would have had such a great year last year without them around. Sol is darkly humorous, and we have the perfect rivalry, the best of friends, the most competitive of enemies. Dying Youth and I are gamer bros. In fact, we bonded over Super Smash Bros, and still play it together to this day. Final Chase is very calm, and collected, and he doesn't stick out a whole lot, which he enjoys.
Lastly, but maybe most important of all is my Little One, my honorary little sister, and the one whose blog name I have foolishly forgotten and she will surely text me tomorrow reminding me. She does a lot for me that other people can't without ever knowing it. Having someone to protect, and for whom you would rip off the legs of any harmful person, really helps you understand yourself and how you devote yourself to people in a way a relationship or friendship might not. Of course I would jump in front of a bus to save my lover, but to be willing to do that for my friends, my little sister, and any of my acquaintances is a rather alarming but interesting thing to learn. For my Little One, I have sworn to put the fear of god into any person who hurts her. I am not violent, or mean, by any definition of the word. I can barely play GTA V without apologizing to the people I run over during my heists. But I would protect her with tooth and claw should the need arise. Little One has also helped me stop swearing as much, and really influences some of my stupider decisions. Like eating dogfood, vinegar, and other nasty treats. I may do it, but I will also take an antacid afterwards so I don't suffer such bad heartburn.
Which leads me to a story, one full of resentment and annoyance at my aging body. I am almost 20. Too darn young to have acid reflux, a heart condition, aching joints and the like, but I do. And one thing in particular is excruciatingly bad for me. My heartburn is getting to the point that I am almost constantly in pain and can't find anything that doesn't inflame my chest. Even perfumes give me the most painful heartburn ever. So the story goes like this: I am in art, and we are cutting out shapes and gluing them onto paper. Sort of elementary. However, we are using rubber cement. If you have never used it, it is very strong, and quite pungent. I politely asked to borrow some because I happen to be unprepared sometimes, and open the container. This is my first time using fresh, completely new cement, and I mistakenly had it close to my face when I opened it, as I was reading the label. The smell gave me heartburn that was so bad I had to rush out of the room and vomit in the bathroom, and still have heartburn now, because I can't remember where i packed my antacids. I need to get a new prescription anyways.
As always ending on a positive note, I have fallen asleep twice writing this, and it is now almost two o'clock, so I shall find it quite easy to fall asleep. Anyone reading this I mentioned, I love and need you just the way you are, and I hope to keep all of you in my life for much, much longer. And to the random reader who stuck with my sleepy delusional writing, thank you, and I hope my writing has touched something in you somehow. Ace out!
Thursday, August 21, 2014
3 AM and my cup of coffee.
Despite the title, these two things are unrelated. They happen to have happened today though. It is the aforementioned time as I am writing this, and I am unable to sleep because my weak spot for... well, all things kind, has led me to sacrifice my bed and bedding to a good friend who was unable to come back to the academy this year. He just popped in, gave me some sad eyes, and I am officially not going to get much sleep tonight. However, it is good to see all my friends once more, and I have had a great first three days in class. Judo tomorrow, and I can't wait.
So my coffee is essential to me most of the time. I had two cups today, and attempted to fill a to go cup so I could carry some to class. Thanks to anime, youtube, facebook, tumblr, and about everything else the internet has to offer, I was almost late, and coffee-less. In fact, I had to go to art, and I had no sketchbook, no coffee, and no writing utensils. So I utilized my charm, and innocent face to borrow a pencil from my hallmate and a few sheets of paper from an unsuspected girl on the bus, whom I may have accidentally blasted with too much of my "sweet guy" look because she actually asked me afterwards if I wanted some coffee with her. I politely declined, as I am engaged, and walked away, slightly more confident in my own way.
However, all is not well in the middle of nowhere, and it's up to Ace to save his best friend! Let me tell you, reader(s?), college is scary. Not the people, per say, or the classes. No, it's the sheer newness of certain situations. In my small town, everyone knew I was engaged, and most everyone respected that and stayed away. Unlike small towns, my academy does not know my whole backstory, and thanks to a lack of an actual wedding ring, it is up to me to work in the word engaged in a normal conversation to deter women. It is pretty easy for me as I am quite devoted. However, my first year of college put doubts in my head. Cute girls pay attention to you, flirt, and just try to get into your head. It scares a man, especially one like me, whose dating experience and attention from women has come very specifically from the one girl. I got through it, and am stronger for it. But Death is in a sticky situation. He and his other happen to be having a lot of problems as of late anyways, the specifics of which are unnecessary, suffice to say they are drifting. He is, however, my carbon copy and brother in everything except blood. He can not hurt anyone. And because he worries breaking it off with his other could hurt her, he is waiting for her to do it for him. She does not seem so inclined. Now, Death is tall, freckled, just barely red haired, and a good looking guy. Even as his friend, I have to admit he isn't lacking in the looks department. He is three days into college and the poor boy has been literally GIVEN numbers. A student from Africa has been in america four days and has asked Death on three dates. Two girls have already come to our room just to talk to him, and one, an old friend, has openly stated she simply "wants to kiss him and cuddle him all day." (Totally not jealous of him, this has to suck.) He won't break his other's heart, and I know she won't be leaving him soon, so pray, wish him luck, or hope he has good karma, whatever your preference may be, that he come out of this unscathed and pure as ever.
As always ending on a positive note, Japanese class has gone quite well, and I have fallen in love with my teacher. Not love love, but absolutely in love with her energy and teaching style. She makes the whole class laugh, taught us shortcuts for the katakana, and is an all around wonderful teacher. This was the class I have been looking forward to all summer, and I am glad to have a great teacher.
Lastly, on a personal note, I would like to offer some advice to anyone of any age reading this blog: Getting angry is very easy. Even I get really frustrated at stupid games. Sometimes the greatest way to relieve stress is to clench your fist as hard as you can, tight as it will go, and slowly open your hand. Focusing on how great the releasing of muscles in your hand is, can really soothe your spirits because it feels like you are literally letting go of the anger, frustration, or stress. I have been utilizing this method, and I have become much less infuriated by games. Which used to be a huge issue for me. Ace out!
So my coffee is essential to me most of the time. I had two cups today, and attempted to fill a to go cup so I could carry some to class. Thanks to anime, youtube, facebook, tumblr, and about everything else the internet has to offer, I was almost late, and coffee-less. In fact, I had to go to art, and I had no sketchbook, no coffee, and no writing utensils. So I utilized my charm, and innocent face to borrow a pencil from my hallmate and a few sheets of paper from an unsuspected girl on the bus, whom I may have accidentally blasted with too much of my "sweet guy" look because she actually asked me afterwards if I wanted some coffee with her. I politely declined, as I am engaged, and walked away, slightly more confident in my own way.
However, all is not well in the middle of nowhere, and it's up to Ace to save his best friend! Let me tell you, reader(s?), college is scary. Not the people, per say, or the classes. No, it's the sheer newness of certain situations. In my small town, everyone knew I was engaged, and most everyone respected that and stayed away. Unlike small towns, my academy does not know my whole backstory, and thanks to a lack of an actual wedding ring, it is up to me to work in the word engaged in a normal conversation to deter women. It is pretty easy for me as I am quite devoted. However, my first year of college put doubts in my head. Cute girls pay attention to you, flirt, and just try to get into your head. It scares a man, especially one like me, whose dating experience and attention from women has come very specifically from the one girl. I got through it, and am stronger for it. But Death is in a sticky situation. He and his other happen to be having a lot of problems as of late anyways, the specifics of which are unnecessary, suffice to say they are drifting. He is, however, my carbon copy and brother in everything except blood. He can not hurt anyone. And because he worries breaking it off with his other could hurt her, he is waiting for her to do it for him. She does not seem so inclined. Now, Death is tall, freckled, just barely red haired, and a good looking guy. Even as his friend, I have to admit he isn't lacking in the looks department. He is three days into college and the poor boy has been literally GIVEN numbers. A student from Africa has been in america four days and has asked Death on three dates. Two girls have already come to our room just to talk to him, and one, an old friend, has openly stated she simply "wants to kiss him and cuddle him all day." (Totally not jealous of him, this has to suck.) He won't break his other's heart, and I know she won't be leaving him soon, so pray, wish him luck, or hope he has good karma, whatever your preference may be, that he come out of this unscathed and pure as ever.
As always ending on a positive note, Japanese class has gone quite well, and I have fallen in love with my teacher. Not love love, but absolutely in love with her energy and teaching style. She makes the whole class laugh, taught us shortcuts for the katakana, and is an all around wonderful teacher. This was the class I have been looking forward to all summer, and I am glad to have a great teacher.
Lastly, on a personal note, I would like to offer some advice to anyone of any age reading this blog: Getting angry is very easy. Even I get really frustrated at stupid games. Sometimes the greatest way to relieve stress is to clench your fist as hard as you can, tight as it will go, and slowly open your hand. Focusing on how great the releasing of muscles in your hand is, can really soothe your spirits because it feels like you are literally letting go of the anger, frustration, or stress. I have been utilizing this method, and I have become much less infuriated by games. Which used to be a huge issue for me. Ace out!
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
New beginnings and much work to do.
After a three month dry spell, my little sister is ecstatic to make me post again. Back in college, and with access to as much internet as i can squeeze into a nine month period, I am now behind seven blog posts, and she will work her cute magic and make me feel guilty until I catch up and remain active here. I love her though, and blogging is a fun, great way to relieve stress and talk freely.
So, it is a new year for me, and I have a new class set. Monday, Wednesday and Friday I have Professional Writing, and 2D-Art. On Mondays and Wednesdays in the afternoon I have Japanese with the smallest, most energetic Japanese woman alive. She is so funny, and is going to be a great teacher. Tuesdays I only have Democracy and Citizenship at 2 O'clock, so I don't have to wake up early. And lastly, on Thursdays, I have Democracy again, and Judo later in the night. So my schedule is pretty great.
But the best part of all, and I can't stress this enough, is that my best friend and brother in everything except blood is my roommate, and my other great friends are across the hall from me. I am surrounded by a bunch of great guys that I can't wait to spend another year with. Death, as my new roommate, has been accepted quite well, and feels completely at ease. Sol, my ex-roommate and I have still got our great banter, and Dying Youth, my gamer buddy from last year has moved in with Sol. Final Chase has also joined the fray, but he has a room to himself adjacent to Sol and Youth. My social life will flourish this year.
In saying that, I would like to impart some wisdom for anyone in college or school in general. Many people claim that in school, there are good grades, good social life, and good sleep, and that you have to choose between two of the three and there is no middle ground. One of my professors, and I quote, told us that, "is utter bullcrap." He then proceeded to give this tip. If you do feel that you cannot juggle the three, give up sleep. Ask someone ten years from now what their favorite classes were, and they can give you a few names, even the professors who taught them. Ask them some of their favorite friends, or parties, or events, and they can likely tell you about the awesome yearly foam party or slip and slide events. But ask them their best nap, and they probably won't be able to give an exact moment. So, for those who are worried, I hope that eased your stress a little. Coffee more than makes up for a little less sleep than usual.
Lastly, I just want to say, Anime holds a special place in my heart. It is wonderful programming, and generally wholesome, albeit sometimes slightly sexual. I know some are worse than others, but for the most part I watch fairly clean anime. College is a great time for Anime. An episode or two between classes, a reward for completed homework or assignments, or just to relax. For non-anime watchers, or people who think I am a nerd, I suggest you try a few. Look up genres, and styles, try one or two before you knock it. And for those who watch anime and need suggestions, or just want to talk anime, feel free to comment, I will try to respond to everyone. Ace out!
So, it is a new year for me, and I have a new class set. Monday, Wednesday and Friday I have Professional Writing, and 2D-Art. On Mondays and Wednesdays in the afternoon I have Japanese with the smallest, most energetic Japanese woman alive. She is so funny, and is going to be a great teacher. Tuesdays I only have Democracy and Citizenship at 2 O'clock, so I don't have to wake up early. And lastly, on Thursdays, I have Democracy again, and Judo later in the night. So my schedule is pretty great.
But the best part of all, and I can't stress this enough, is that my best friend and brother in everything except blood is my roommate, and my other great friends are across the hall from me. I am surrounded by a bunch of great guys that I can't wait to spend another year with. Death, as my new roommate, has been accepted quite well, and feels completely at ease. Sol, my ex-roommate and I have still got our great banter, and Dying Youth, my gamer buddy from last year has moved in with Sol. Final Chase has also joined the fray, but he has a room to himself adjacent to Sol and Youth. My social life will flourish this year.
In saying that, I would like to impart some wisdom for anyone in college or school in general. Many people claim that in school, there are good grades, good social life, and good sleep, and that you have to choose between two of the three and there is no middle ground. One of my professors, and I quote, told us that, "is utter bullcrap." He then proceeded to give this tip. If you do feel that you cannot juggle the three, give up sleep. Ask someone ten years from now what their favorite classes were, and they can give you a few names, even the professors who taught them. Ask them some of their favorite friends, or parties, or events, and they can likely tell you about the awesome yearly foam party or slip and slide events. But ask them their best nap, and they probably won't be able to give an exact moment. So, for those who are worried, I hope that eased your stress a little. Coffee more than makes up for a little less sleep than usual.
Lastly, I just want to say, Anime holds a special place in my heart. It is wonderful programming, and generally wholesome, albeit sometimes slightly sexual. I know some are worse than others, but for the most part I watch fairly clean anime. College is a great time for Anime. An episode or two between classes, a reward for completed homework or assignments, or just to relax. For non-anime watchers, or people who think I am a nerd, I suggest you try a few. Look up genres, and styles, try one or two before you knock it. And for those who watch anime and need suggestions, or just want to talk anime, feel free to comment, I will try to respond to everyone. Ace out!
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