So today was Death's birthday. He has been my best friend and brother for a few years now, and I couldn't think of a better person to have my back. He is younger than me, but he doesn't seem like it. We consider ourselves twins, and in a lot of ways we are. We have music tastes, games tastes, and many other tastes shared. We both have similar personalities, except he is far quieter, and more reserved than myself.
I bought his gift about a month ago, at Kohl's, and he was pretty excited. I got him about sixty dollars worth of jackets and shirts, and sixty more dollars in Kohl's cash, which gave him the freedom to buy even more clothes. And Little one made him a homemade Navi in a bottle. He doesn't read my blog so I can easily post without him knowing. It is so sweet that she is handmaking gifts for Death and I, and we both appreciate her greatly.
So I have a Death-themed post. We have recently begun playing a game called Borderlands 2, which is this hilarious, cell-shaded shooter, with funny characters, and missions, while managing to be a very serious game with a great storyline. So Death, Sol, and Final Chase, along with myself have begun a four player system link in this game. Hilarity ensues when the controllers get picked up. Sol and myself are erratic, and insane, and we tend to fight everything while Death and Chase tend to actually complete objectives. Sol and I have actually gotten a lot more achievements for bullying enemies than anyone else. But one specific hour of gameplay still has Death and myself rollnig in laughter when we remember it. In this area called sanctuary, there are two gambling machines where you pay money, pull a lever, and wait for riches or grenades to fall out of the machine. It took a few tries for a system to be figured out to warn the others when a grenade was dropped. But one, very hilarious time, Sol was warned, and all he said was " I AM TOO INVESTED!!!" and let himself die. We all cracked up, and had to stop for the night. It was a great night. And now I am off to play again! Ace out!
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Sunday, September 28, 2014
Ankles and Accidents.
Recently I began longboarding on campus. Longboarding is very fun, and my board is big and sturdy. I am becoming a fine longboarder, and I have yet to hurt myself on a longboard. Skateboards, however, are very different, and I have a fun story to tell about how different they can be.
Death has recently befriended a girl who is going to be skating with us as soon as her mail-order longboard comes in. She is a pretty nice girl, even if she has been stealing my bro from me on almost a daily basis. She wanted to skate with us the other night, but we only had a spare skateboard. I was kind enough to let her use my longboard because I know my board was safer and easier to use for a first timer. I took off on the skateboard pretty well, and started pretty well. But two factors hurt me that night. My longboard is.. well, long. And on a skateboard it is a far shorter deck. So after a few pushes, I missed my step, and rolled my ankle once, at a moderate speed, which hurt a little. After a new try, I got going again, and was doing pretty well for about twenty minutes. I started to get confident, and starting going a lot quicker. Here was the second factor: at higher speeds, the smaller wheels of a skateboard can get moving a lot faster, and boards can shoot from underneath you. I missed my step again, at a higher speed, lost the board, sprained my ankle, and landed heavily on my left kneecap. I bruised it badly, and kept trying to skate that night, which didn't help. So I had to go to the hospital the next day. Badly sprained ankle, and a bruised kneecap. But I am fine now, and I have a neat brace, and crutches. Wish for my quick recovery. Ace out!
Death has recently befriended a girl who is going to be skating with us as soon as her mail-order longboard comes in. She is a pretty nice girl, even if she has been stealing my bro from me on almost a daily basis. She wanted to skate with us the other night, but we only had a spare skateboard. I was kind enough to let her use my longboard because I know my board was safer and easier to use for a first timer. I took off on the skateboard pretty well, and started pretty well. But two factors hurt me that night. My longboard is.. well, long. And on a skateboard it is a far shorter deck. So after a few pushes, I missed my step, and rolled my ankle once, at a moderate speed, which hurt a little. After a new try, I got going again, and was doing pretty well for about twenty minutes. I started to get confident, and starting going a lot quicker. Here was the second factor: at higher speeds, the smaller wheels of a skateboard can get moving a lot faster, and boards can shoot from underneath you. I missed my step again, at a higher speed, lost the board, sprained my ankle, and landed heavily on my left kneecap. I bruised it badly, and kept trying to skate that night, which didn't help. So I had to go to the hospital the next day. Badly sprained ankle, and a bruised kneecap. But I am fine now, and I have a neat brace, and crutches. Wish for my quick recovery. Ace out!
Friday, September 19, 2014
Pepper Sprayed
A new fighter joins the fray. My friend Prophet, another lifelong friend, and I decided to let my my friend the Box Ghost and Death pepper spray us. It was bad. It was horrible. The liquid gets in your eyes and mouth and the mucus of your nose and it burns so bad. It feels like liquid fire is invading your pores and incinerating your very pores. Focusing on these words is nearly impossible and the only reason I am doing this is because I feel obligated towards any of my readers who don't posses a motherly/sisterly love for me to give them a funny, manly story of my pain and suffering in my quest to experience everything in life at least once. I made one huge mistake, and a few small ones. Some of the smaller ones involve having my mouth open and inhaling in surprise. But my biggest, most pathetic mistake is a harsh one. I grabbed a towel and started wiping off my face. Then, in my panic and discomfort I put it around my shoulders for a holder. So I had an allergic reaction on my chest which feels like an incredible sunburn. It also managed to run down into my groin when I showered and I can't effectively describe that pain without extreme visuals and gruesome language. But Prophet and I have become much better friends because of it and we feel closer. In the end, I don't know if it was really WORTH it, but it was an experience, and I don't think I really regret anything. I will never willingly submit myself to this without reason ever again, but like I said, it was an experience not a lot of people have been through and I can honestly say that I am stronger for it. Have a great night and don't get pepper sprayed people! Ace out!
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Misconceptions
So I bought a new toy today. It is called an electronic hookah. It sounds sketchy, and I had to do a lot of research after my friends bought one to understand what it is. It uses plant glycose to produce what is essentially just flavored vapors. There is an option to add nicotine, however, as I have quit smoking not too long ago, I figured it would be a good idea to avoid the drug. Nicotine is not good for you, nor is it healthy to be addicted to anything. Especially when I have dealt with caffeine and nicotine addictions before in my life. One of the popular misconceptions about an electronic hookah is that it is weed related, or very tobacco related. While that is true in a typical, water based hookah pipe, it is not of ehookahs, because they are focused on fun flavors of vaporized plant glycose and spawn great flavors like rootbeer float, skittles, and watermelon jolly rancher. I like blowing smoke rings as well, which I have gotten quite good at, and makes me feel vaguely like Bilbo as he puffs on his pipe. It is a harmless, addictionless, fun hobby, and I have done a lot of research to ensure that I have not purchased an addictive, or unhealthy tool.
On another, money related note, I have discovered that I have much more preference spending money on others than myself. I spent a lot of money at a Khol's today, and bought about 60 to 70 dollars worth of clothing for Death as a birthday present. Then, after spending all that money, I gave him the sixty dollar gift card that came with it. I felt great, and I wasn't looking for recognition. I just truly enjoyed giving him repayment for a lot of the things he has done for me. Plus, he really helped me pick out some nice clothes for the school year.
Finally, I just want to say, people don't change much throughout life. It is a sad fact sometimes, but in many ways it is truly wonderful. Friends for life exists because no matter how old Death and I get, we will always have essentially the same mindset, life goals, and personalities. While that also has its downsides, I firmly believe that anything that gives me the ability to fall in love for life, whether with my fiancee, or my best friends, or my little sister, its negative sides are easily dismissed. I am not saying no one ever changes, but in the long run, a person never really changes their beliefs, or their mindsets about things. Small things differ, but most people will always think the same way. On that note, I will say, I am happy with most everyone I know, and I don't want them to change anyways! Love you guys! Ace out!
On another, money related note, I have discovered that I have much more preference spending money on others than myself. I spent a lot of money at a Khol's today, and bought about 60 to 70 dollars worth of clothing for Death as a birthday present. Then, after spending all that money, I gave him the sixty dollar gift card that came with it. I felt great, and I wasn't looking for recognition. I just truly enjoyed giving him repayment for a lot of the things he has done for me. Plus, he really helped me pick out some nice clothes for the school year.
Finally, I just want to say, people don't change much throughout life. It is a sad fact sometimes, but in many ways it is truly wonderful. Friends for life exists because no matter how old Death and I get, we will always have essentially the same mindset, life goals, and personalities. While that also has its downsides, I firmly believe that anything that gives me the ability to fall in love for life, whether with my fiancee, or my best friends, or my little sister, its negative sides are easily dismissed. I am not saying no one ever changes, but in the long run, a person never really changes their beliefs, or their mindsets about things. Small things differ, but most people will always think the same way. On that note, I will say, I am happy with most everyone I know, and I don't want them to change anyways! Love you guys! Ace out!
Saturday, August 23, 2014
ALS, and concussions.
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!
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!
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!
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