Just a small one today

So, I'm not going to do another long rant fest, or sob story today, just a small little post to say that everything in life is going alright so far.

My dad is taking me and my older brother to the Rockies in a week, and I must say I'm quite excited. I've always loved nature, and now I finally get to go spend a couple days hoofing it out there :P.

After that, I'll be driving up to a college with my girlfriend again, before she makes her final decision, (Hopefully this will motivate me more to go back.)

A small update on that, I paid my owed balance to the college, so I no longer have a "hold" on my account, meaning I can register for classes when they open. :P

Anyways, to the main point, I'll be a little inactive coming up, and I'll update when I can.

Y'all have a good one :P

Griefing

Griefing:

• Purposefully shooting or otherwise sabotaging your teammates in an online game.

This is one of my major pet peeves and why I can't stand playing games sometimes. Griefers exist in abundance in the game I play, Heroes of Newerth. I don't want this to be a League of Legends versus Heroes of Newerth debate. I'll remove any post dealing with such things.


Now, if you aren't aware of what the game is, it's a competitive game consisting of two sides, Hellbourne, and Legion. The side you get is random each match. It puts players in a 5v5 match, or a 3v3 match depending on the map. Each player picks a hero, out of say 80, which each have strengths and weaknesses, and different roles such as support, tank, and carry (Leads the team to victory (your quarterback))

Now in this game, death is a severe punishment for your team. It gives your enemies a hefty sum of gold, experience, which they can spend on leveling up and new items. At the same time, you lose gold, and can't gain experience until you respawn.

The game keeps track of every stat you can think of, such as kill death ratio, average wards placed, average assists, average game length, and so on, and gives you a Public Skill Rating (PSR) based on your wins and losses and etc. Every player starts at 1500 PSR and you can lose/gain up to 20 PSR a match.

If someone doesn't like you, they can grief your team, by "feeding" the other team, with kills, such as running into their carry to give him a kill, and eventually allowing him to solo our entire team. All of this can be sparked by a simple little disagreement such as "So and so is better for the team then the hero you want" or not swapping them someone they want.

As much as I hate to say it..HoN's community is trash. There is only a few decent people left, amidst all the trolls and douchebags.


But aside from all this, brings me to my main frustration.

HoN turned 1 last week..and with it, it brought a free week.

Any one and everyone could play HoN...and it was a nightmare. Sure, don't get me wrong, it's great to have new players, ones that want to learn.

but then there's the ones who don't care about the game, and in doing so, ruin it for others. They intentionally make one team lose a game, and ruin the stats of players who have played close to 1000 games.

I don't see what satisfaction people get from watching the world burn so to speak. Why ruin things for others, just for your enjoyment? They only get away with it because they hide behind a mask, that no one can uncover. No one will ever know who they are, and I guarantee if people knew who they were, they would act differently.

I'm done ranting because I'm out of time.

Please do everyone a favor and don't be a griefer.

Ahhh..Finally..

So it's nice out here in Texas..Finally.

So what does that mean for me? Disc golfing of course.

If you aren't aware of what it is, then you're missing out. Disc golfing is...Golf with Frisbees.

It's been two years since I've done it, and I must say I'm quite rusty. I lost one of my discs in the river today too, but that's okay because they're cheap :D.

What did you today?

Pretty much.

This sums up my day off work today.

Dat Gurl.

So..I told myself originally I wasn't going to talk about Alyson. I didn't see a point in talking about this girl...But this girl..I swear to you, has changed my life so much these past few months.

Alyson, my high school sweetheart, my girl of my dreams, my everything, is what I'll be talking about today. It alllll started freshman year. That's when I saw her for the first time. She was that cute blonde girl every one wanted to be friends with, but she hated the attention, she couldn't help it. We shared one class back then, English, but I was still distant, because I'm very much the shy type. The year goes on...Sophomore year passes without a shared class, only exchanging of glances in the hallway..yet she still didn't know who I was. Junior year..everything changed for the better and worse. I was in the drum-line through out my high school life, and she had taken a notice that the drum-line guys were quite cool to talk to. This is when we started getting close. As the year went on, we got closer, I got more attached. I got friend-zoned. Hard. If you aren't aware of what a friend-zone is, it's the worst place for any guy to be in. It's between hell, and standing in the DMV on a busy day. Basically, you're stuck as a friend. Forever. The girl "enjoys being friends, and doesn't want to lose our friendship." It hurt, but I never gave up.

We had gone to homecoming, as friends that year. This is where I had my first dance or whatever, and she forced me to dance with her. Mannn was it nice. I had even given her a few notes, and even explained in person, how I felt about her, and she would just..apologize and say she just wanted to be friends...but I never gave up.

Senior year, I had watched her date a complete asshole. He treated her terribly, called her a bitch a few times, forced her into uncomfortable situations which she didn't want to be in. I had enough of this, and at PDLC (Percussion Drum Line Competition) I was playing around with her on a hot day, with a water bottle. We were having fun, when her asshat boyfriend comes up, takes the water bottle and pours it on my head. I wasn't having this shit. I'm not a big kid, I'm rather skinny, with no muscle. But I had this kid on the ground before I realized what was going on. Alyson..pulls me off with a dissapointed face. I screwed up..but I never gave up.


I dated a few girls here and there..but no one made me feel the way this girl makes me feel. I knew I had to have her. 7 months ago. I made her reveal she does have feelings for me, and that she was hiding it because I was the only one she could trust, that she could talk to, she considered me family. I promised her that no matter what happens, I'll still be there for her. I'll still care. She's such a big part of my life that I couldn't imagine being with out her..that's when finally I didn't have to go through any more pain, of watching her date other people, or turning me down. I finally had her, and I couldn't be happier.


Now, if you read my first post, you'll know I went through the depressed state. Alyson is the sole reason I came out of that. She's made me happier then I have ever been in my life. I can't even explain to you the way she makes me feel. I know I love this girl. I've never felt like a normal person. I've always considered myself weird, unwanted, and messed up, but when I'm with Alyson, all of that disappears and I'm left with that warm, welcome feeling. I know this is the girl I want to be with. I know you're thinking 7 months? How can you tell? I just can. At first, I considered her a curse. Now..I wouldn't change anything. She's a blessing on my life.


I'll stop the soppy story, and leave with a single question.

Did you chase your first love, if so, are you still with them? If not, what went wrong? Did you try to make things better?

Pew Pew!

So yesterday was my little brothers sixth birthday! I spent quite a bit thinking of what to get him. My family had already celebrated his birthday with him, last Friday, because my grandma was in town, and my mom left for New York the day after.

He got a couple iron man action figures, Split/Second a ps3 racing game(which he's quite good at,) and some other random stuff. I had no idea what to get this kid, until we had a Nerf fight a couple days ago, and I realized half of his Nerf guns were a failure and quite weak. So I went to the Nerf website.


I saw several cool ones, like the sniper rifle that shoots 35 feet..But one truly caught my eye.

The Nerf N-Strike Vulcan. I thought, I must have this beast, not only for Cameron, but for myself! So I ordered it in a heartbeat, and waited anxiously for it in the mail. It came Thursday, and I went with Alyson to Target, and we picked up an extra belt, and the 6 D batteries it required.

...I had to test it when I got home. It was just calling my name to unload havoc upon the world, while my little brother was asleep.

It has two firing modes, single shot, and rapid fire. Single shot is much like other Nerf guns, requiring only to be cocked, and then pull the trigger to unleash one Nerf dart flying at your target. However, rapid fire, is like raining down a flurry of hell down on your opponents as they scramble to not be shot. It shoots three darts a second, and holds 25 in a clip.

I've heard that you can modify this, to hold more, to shoot faster, and to be all together more epic.


If you're into Nerf and what not, this gun is amazing.

A thank you

So, I decided to take today's post, and just make it a simple thank you to all my followers, and people who comments.

You've been a great source of inspiration for me, and at first I thought, who the heck would wanna read what I have to say. You guys proved that wrong this week, and I thank you. Each and every one of you.

Frustration

So, Here I am, at 1:21 am writing my next blog post, after a nice long day of work.

Let's start with last night, shall we? I was spending my last few hours awake last night, pondering what to write about today. I looked at weird news posts, such as a Japanese box that simulates kissing, and other such things. I decided to just sleep on it, and decide when I wake up...until it took me until 5:00 am to fall asleep. Being the smart person I am, I had also regrettably forgotten to set my alarm for the morning, so I wouldn't screw over my sleep schedule too much...but anyways! I get a nice awakening to my boss calling me and telling me to come in early, because a lovely co-worker (might I say she is QUITE a character) had called in sick, for the third time. What a joyous awakening this was, seeing how my 6 hour shift turned into an 9 hour shift.

I'd like to take a quick break from the story, to tell you more about this..amazing..co-worker of mine. I'll start off by saying she has a very bad case of ADD, and when she's on Adderall She has zero respect for anyone. I'm a key holder, so I'm in charge when my boss or my manager aren't around. I close the store and so forth. She walks all over me, because there's literally nothing I can do..except "tattle" on her. I've done this a few times, when she's pushed me over the edge. All she ever gets however is a write-up, which is like a slap on the wrist. She's always finding someway to get out of doing what she's supposed to do, and it drives me INSANE. The last thing she does that makes me mad, is she will use any excuse to get out of coming in that day. Every single day she has "called in sick" is because she's too hung over to do anything. She gets hammered with a different girl every night. She has had more boyfriends, and one night dates then I have the patience to count to in my head, and I have a lot of patience. She once even called in, because she couldn't move due to shock from her ex-boyfriend from 3 years ago, had just gotten engaged. Excuse me while I punch a wall.


Back to the story, So Hungover chick calls in, makes me come in early, because I'm such a great guy and all. I get to the store, to relieve pressure on the only two people working at the time. Now, one thing that I don't understand, is why women are so hateful to workers at retail stores ( I work at a women's retail store for my parents, laugh it up, I get bank off it and it's a job. ) If you aren't aware of what a resale store is, it's a store that buys gently used clothes, and sells them back for cheaper then retail value. So my job that day was to be a buyer, so I'm basically taking old shit from people, to sell again. It drives me crazy that people think we're just good will, and bring all their crappy, smelly, gross shit in and expect us to give them at least 1000$ for it. That's not how it works. When we tell them that their stuff is too old or gross for us (nicely of course) they get offended and throw a fit. Why not by chance have a closet full of gross shit in the first off, and not hold it for 6 years expecting us to take it?

Aside from that, the day goes by, and it's actually a pretty dead day, no one comes in...until freaking 10 minutes before we close. I had already closed 2 of our 3 registers at this point, had my other co-worker vacuum and get the store nice and pretty for tomorrow. Four people walk in, all random people, with no relation to each other. One, lets call her brown shirt, says "I know you close soon! I'll be fast!"..Ha. So I wish. The other three shop a little, try on a few things, and leave by 8:02...Brown shirt, has a massive mound of clothes in her hand. I swear she wanted to try on the whole store at this point. Alyson (Co-worker and my girlfriend, aww) and I just sit around waiting for this lady to get the heck out because we want to go home. 8:15 rolls around and this lady finally wishes to try on, so I let her and her mound in, and go back to waiting patiently. Waiting...Waiting..Waiting..8:45 rolls around, and she finally comes out (30 minutes to try on clothes really?). She takes like two shirts and a skirt out and brings it to the register. I check her out, she asks a million or so questions, and then finally leaves by 5 till. As I walk over to the fitting room, to run her other clothes to the rest of the store, I see a massive wadded stack of clothing, not on hangers, unbuttoned and all other sorts of fun stuff. I finally got to leave at 9:30 after completely closing the store an hour and a half after closing time.


But aside from all that, I went out with Alyson and had dinner, so in the end, my day was alright.

So, I have to ask, how was your day? :]

Music

I wanted to switch gears today and talk about something different. Avenged Sevenfold is one of my all time favorite bands. I've followed them since they pretty much started. I've been listening to them through their ups, and their downs, their good albums, and the not so good ones.

Now where did this come from you might ask. Last night, as I couldn't sleep, I stumbled across a new song of theirs, "Not Ready to Die." It may not be their best song, but I still love it all the same. They've made a drastic change in their style and what they sing about, ever since The Rev died a little over a year ago.

Well, I'll stop rambling about them now, the song is now on Itunes, if you're interested. If you aren't, you won't hurt my feelings.

Is there any bands that you've followed since day one?

Continuing my gaming addiction..

It appears my gaming addiction might be a little easier with the help of Jeffrey Breugelmans.

He happens to be working on a device, that tracks your eye movement relative to the screen, in hopes to completely replace your mouse. That glove of his is also a almost a virtual keyboard. Talk about lazy gaming!

How this will play out? I'll have to keep watching, but it could be interesting to see how he does it. Sure would be fun to play Diablo III without clicking a single button.

Good day to you all!

So I finally decided to put my ramblings down on something..and well I hate writing, so let's try this out!

I suppose I'll start out with just telling a little about myself.

I'm Tyler. I'm a bit of a loser, a liar, a cheat, I work hard, and I'm very mean. With that said, I also have more heart then I know what to do with. I slid my way through high school, with ease, never applied myself..the whole works. I moved out of my house, and got a major reality check when I moved out on my own. I got behind on my payments ( $800 a month gets rough ) when I was only making $7.25 an hour. I got very, very stressed and went into depressed state. I lost my job and my girlfriend, and that made it a lot worse. I had to be put on meds for a while, which completely screwed my sleep schedule up because it would give me more energy than I knew what to do with.

...And it gets worse. So...I failed out of classes that semester too because I missed too much class. Ha, so before I completelyyyy failed, I managed to withdraw from classes so I didn't screw my
GPA up.
A year has passed. Still haven't gone back to classes, have a new job, a new girlfriend (of 7 months now! Woo!)...But.. I'm starting to get really nervous to go back to school again.

So..My question to you guys is.. What should I do..to get myself motivated to go back again?

I suppose I should also add I have a pretty bad video game addiction that I have a problem getting passed..