Archive for March, 2017

Today was my b-day

Posted: March 24, 2017 in Uncategorized


Today was my bday. Not only was it my special day, but it was even more special because it’s my golden bidthday. I am now 23. I feel so grown up, but I know that immature days are coming.

   Saturday, I will be spending the night getting completely wasted. I don’t like to get drunk, but I change my rules for big events. Last time I got tipsy, it was new year’s Eve. It was fun. We spent the night going around the table and doing shots. I had to work the next day, but I thought it was a good reason to blow steam. That is why we are about to get plastered 
Anyway, I spent some time doing special effects.  I thought the best way to spend a birthday, would be to make a birthday effect. The story is that I pissed Ariel off so she stabbed me in a face with a birthday candle. I used homemade scar wax to do this effect. It only took me 20 minutes and i enjoyed it a lot.

  Making the effect was fun, but what was funner were the faces of people that I walked by, while wearing the makeup. 

   I am getting ready for Saturday. I am ready to blow some steam, and I have the alcohol to do it. We have spent enough in alcohol, and there is still more coming. 
Anyway, here is that effect! 

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One of my favorite sports is basketball. I love playing, I love pulling up from there and hearing the net smack against the rim. There is something about the sound that just makes my heart pound. I use to spend hours and hours playing basketball outside. It wouldn’t matter what the weather was, I would be outside. 

If it was windy, I would adjust my shot to the breeze or work on layups.

 If it was raining, I would be working on corner jumpers and layups

If it was snowing, I would work on fade aways and floaters.

Then on normal days, I would spend hours on three pointers and driving. While also working on all the other things. This would also include game situations!

“Blake has the ball. They haven’t played well, tonight but somehow they are still in the game. They have 3 seconds left, down by 2; Will they shoot a three or go for overtime?”

3.. Blake inbounds the ball and jukes a defender. He goes to his left. 2, He goes behind the back and steps back, forcing a defender to reposition. 1, Blake steps behind the line and pulls up. Could he get it off? Blake releases the ball as the time runs out. He watches the ball spin into the hoop; he won the game!!!!! They won!!!!

You can call me a loser for doing such a thing, but that’s what I would do. It brought me a passion, something that helped me stay in shape and kept my mind clear. There were days that I didn’t want to shoot, of course, but I was out there the next day. I must say that all of the training really helped. I became a good shooter. I could pull up from half-court and pretty much ice it. My three-point shot was sexy. Then we moved.

It all came down to us having to move. The landlord sold our house to someone else. He didn’t tell us that he was looking to sell, but it meant that we had to move. We moved into a smaller house, with less of a yard. The houses were closer together, so I couldn’t really shoot. I lost my passion for the game and my automatic shot. I soon stopped shooting all together. I would get spurts of passion, but it would never stay. 

I wanted to go to college, I wanted to play on a team. I just wanted to be better, but I never did. I quit my high school team, because I didn’t have good handles. This is something I could have learned, but I didn’t want to admit that I had a problem, this led to me failing at that dream. Sometimes I wonder what could have happened if I had someone coach me, but I don’t know. 

You should never give up on your dreams. I gave up because I moved, but I still had the tools at my disposal, but I quit. This is my fault. I gave up on myself. Now, years later, I regret ever pulling the trigger. I would have never went pro, but I could have had a lot more fun than I did. My whole life has been a “what if” and it pisses me off. I hate how I give up before it even starts. It sucks. So, stay on that team, keep playing the guitar, ask that girl out, go after that job. You’re the only one to say that you can’t do something! Stop giving up on yourself. Don’t be like me!!! 


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Hi

Posted: March 15, 2017 in Uncategorized

Just wanted to say hi. I couldn’t wait for this time to say hi. I was excited to get it all together, so that I could say Hi. I don’t think I have a point, But I did say hi.

What should I say next? Oh, hi??? 
Wait. I do have something on my mind. The thing that is on my mind is that I miss you guys. This is why I wanted to spend this time to say hi. I can’t wait to touch base with you guys, but I love you guys. This is when I need to tell you guys what is on my mind, that being “Hi!”

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Would you guys want me to bring this back?

This is the first episode of an original story “Night Crawler Journals.” I think I miss it, so would you want me to finish the story?


                                                               Welcome to the Night Crawler Journals.

     The winter snows have covered the ground, but it didnโ€™t stop there. The snow piled on top of the other layers, the wind has made a snow drift onto the once-visible road. The cops have forced most of the residents of Montana to stay inside until further notice. It is unsafe in the snow to go anywhere. It has reached 12 feet of snow in only three days, that is the second most for this state. The snow is still falling, but that isnโ€™t the worse part anymore.
We were ready for the snow to hit us, but we werenโ€™t ready for the blistering winds that followed. The winds have reached -23*F, since the snow started falling. This is when we were all requested to come to the fire department. The guys that were brave enough to go out in this weather stop coming back. The cops want to say that they have a lot more work to do, and are listing them as โ€œheroesโ€. But the smarter residents are able to put two and two together and see they are dead; the โ€œheroesโ€ froze to death out in the cold. They are trying to keep us calm, but it isnโ€™t working well these days.
It has been two weeks since the start of the storm, and the strongest are beginning to fall to sicknesses. The ones that arenโ€™t sick are either paranoid or hungry. The snow finally stopped falling, so now all we can do is wait it out. We are down to our last weeks supply of food though, someone stole an extra portion last night, so now we have to cut down even more on what we eat. We found the perpetrator and he was forced to leave the camp. The only sad thing is that his family didnโ€™t want to go with him, so we kept them with us.
The leaders of the group watched as he walked out in the gushing winds. He looked strong at first, but his body was weakened by the cold, he slowed down and reached out for help, he then fell to the ground. The leaders were about to go receive the body when the snow gave him proper burial. The leaders pulled the fire truck entrance door shut, turned around and walked back into the lobby. The elders found the punishment was harsh and inhumane, they now feel that we are making this place โ€œunsafe.โ€ 
The roads are now safe to travel on, the wind has blown a lot of the snow into the woods, as the sun has melted a lot of the rest. We are looking at 7 ft. of snow, now. This is a big improvement, and since the wind has got up to 2*F, we have officially been released to go outside after a month of captivity. The road crew has been doing all they can to push the snow off the streets.
     When they told us the news about the roads being clear, people began to rush out the door to go into the cold, the room cleared quickly. But as they got to the road, the wind began to drop again, this time they didnโ€™t turn around. They kept running down the road. I watched as each one began to slow down. They werenโ€™t strong enough to stand next to the cold. Each one began to turn back, but couldnโ€™t make it another step. I watched as their skin began to turn black from frost bite. They then fell to the ground; 39 residents seemed to die.
As they fell to the ground, they began to shake. They still attempted to crawl towards us, thatโ€™s when the kids began to run away. I yelled for one of the elders to get them back inside, and to shut the door. The shaking stopped, we thought that the brain was still giving them energy to crawl, but then they got back to their feet and walk slowly towards us. The enforcement wanted to shoot the innocents down, but I held their fire. I wanted to help them, study their infection, and come up with a way to reverse the illness.
     Their bodies were pitch black, from head to toes. The infection that they had was causing them to foam out of the mouth, such as a case of rabies, but they was also puss coming from their eyes. The puss was turning into blood. I thought there was still an opportunity to help them, so I told the officers to go get them. They didnโ€™t want to listen to me, but I ordered them to do so, as the mayor of Dearmouth. The beast began to scream as the officers that went to help them. The screech was loud, and indicated they wanted to feed, as they grabbed ahold of the volunteers.
     The Crawlers jumped on them, and brought them to the ground. Their fingers had long ice sickles on the tips, these weapons were used to rip open their skin. The shredded their heavy jackets and began to dig into their stomach. They didnโ€™t want to eat though, it seemed to be the heat that they wanted. They still have to be alive, I have to help them, they are just cold. I ran out into the street, and yelled at them. That grabbed their attention, they looked up, their skin was flaking off from the extreme cold. This is when I decided that I couldnโ€™t help them, and that I needed to go back inside.
      The beast followed me to the station. They were slow, so I got to the station first; I quickly shut the door, they charged against the door; the door that I am holding shut. The door wasnโ€™t going to hold for long, in that time I needed to find the others and get out of the building. I ran away from the door to search for the children. I began to scream for them to come out, but no one would answer. I looked in a few rooms and found nothing. I went into the final room on the left. This was the room with the boiler, also the safest room in the whole department.
      When I opened the door, I saw that the outside door was open. They must have heard the commotion and freaked out. I shut the door in the room and went back into the lobby. The door was breaking as I got back into the room, I needed to get help. I needed to get to the control room, there is a radio that is connected to all the departments in Montana. This was my last shot, I needed this to save this town.  
      I ran down the hallway making it to the control room. I shut the heavy steel door and pulled the lock across. I heard the door fall to the ground in the lobby. I didnโ€™t have much time, there were about twenty crawlers looking for warmth, and I was all that was left. I grabbed the speaker, and began to speak into it, telling the surrounding areas what was happening, and where we were. The beasts made their way through the department.
     They had to hear me, because they quickly charged against the door. I knew they couldnโ€™t make their way through the door, but the lock was weak, I needed to get a response now! The lock began to break off the side of the wall when someone answered. The crawlers forced their way through the door, and grabbed a hold of me, I fall to the ground, they fall on top of me. They began to push their claws through my clothing, into my gut. I hear the guy calling across the intercom. I couldnโ€™t respond to the blood in my throat, but with all the power left in my pain ridden body, I held the speaker button down.
      I hoped they wouldnโ€™t come for us, we were all dead. If they came now, they wouldnโ€™t be able to fight these beast off. I slowly lost consciousness. I opened my eyes one last time, my vision was blurry, but I could see that the Crawlers face was covered in blood, his eyes were red and pussy, and the foam had turned into a green slime. He then put his long claw through my eyes, I moaned one last time as I heard the male respond:
โ€œMam this is Aaron, we are on our way to get you, we are from Drummond. That is about thirty minutes away. Are you okay?โ€ฆโ€ฆMam?โ€ฆโ€ฆ Leo LETS GO, they have Crawlersโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€

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We have a launch! 
  It has been a few months since Halloween. It was during that time that I started doing FX make-up. I am fully self-taught in this artform, but I can say that I am catching on. 

   Well, after my biggest fail during Halloween (my failed zombie) I must have lost focus, because I stopped doing any effects. It was until, just recently, that I got back into it. But to touch base with what happened; Ariel wanted to be a zombie, so I thought it would have been easy. This was my first time working on someone else. I prepped up the materials, I watched a video of someone else doing the effect, I thought I had it. I went to do the effect, and I chose a different path. I knew what I needed to do, but I thought about another way to do it (something I never tried) so I did that. I didn’t like how the finished product didn’t come out well, so I never shared what it looked like. After that effect, I chose to take a break. I didn’t know that I took this break until recently. 

   After a while, I chose that I wanted to do another effect. This is when I thought about a sliced open arm. I knew how to do it, what I needed, how long it would take, and much more. I just didn’t know when to do it. Finally, I took a night and did it. I didn’t have scissors so I ended up hurting the effect. Mainly, I ripped the latex while trying to open it. Either way, I enjoyed this effect and it turned out great!!! 

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After this effect, I ended up doing a project for my anniversary. Today, is my anniversary. We have been together for 4 years. Ariel is a huge fan of The Walking Dead. She loves it and watches it every Sunday. I have been wanting to make, Lucille. If you don’t know, Lucille is Negans barbed wire bat. To do the project, I made my own barbed wire with just regular hanging wires. I finished the project and gave it to my beautiful girl. 


 She’s a beauty ๐Ÿ˜‰

Now, I spent a few hours with water colors, last night. I ended up doing two bruises 


Then, there is tonight. I wanted to do something small. So, I pulled out my bone collection and started to play with playdough. I have a big project Coming up, so I need to practice with molding bones. This is why I made a finger bone. I am not that good, quite yet, but I am getting there. I think this is good for my first time 

I have a lot more coming, I just wanted to tell you what I am working on. Thanks for reading and I hope that you enjoyed what you saw. Have a good night, as I leave to spend time with my girl. It’s our anniversary, today! 

I donโ€™t know if you heard. I donโ€™t know how you havenโ€™t heard, if you havenโ€™t heard. But if you havenโ€™t heard was has been heard by others, then you wouldnโ€™t know that today is nation womenโ€™s day. A day in honor of all the women of this beautiful paradise that we called Earth. This can range from your mom, spouse, bestie, or any other women you might see, today. The main thing is that we show the appreciation that is deserved. Without women we would merely not exist. It takes a man and woman to have a kid and guess what? You were a kid. This entitles you to say thank you, even if you donโ€™t want to!
I personally donโ€™t have a strong relationship with my mother, but I still thank her, everyday for having me. She might have turned out to be a so-so mother, but at least she kept me.  She could have said โ€œscrew thisโ€ and terminate my process, but she didnโ€™t. For that, I am truly thankful.

This goes further than just our family, though. In history, we have had a few amazing people that deserve a thanks.
Susan Anthony was an advocate for womenโ€™s suffrage, womenโ€™s property rights and the abolition of slavery. She tried to vote in the presidential election and was denied, but the 19th Amendment, that gave women any rights, was named after her. 
Dr. Elizabeth Blackwell was the first woman to receive a medical degree from an all male medical institution. She opened the New York infirmary for women and children with her Sister, Emily and Dr. Marie Zalrzewska. She used her resources to open a college devoted to train and give necessary experience to women who wanted to be in medicine, while also giving specialized medical care to those whom couldnโ€™t afford it.

Mother Teresa was a Catholic Nun. She devoted much of her time in charities that helped patients in war, gave Earthquake relief and ministered to famine victims in Ethiopia. She founded a way to help sick and the poor. She did this by her charity โ€œOrder of the missionaries of charity,โ€ a group of women, with very big hearts!

Though, this doesnโ€™t even touch base with how much women rule, I am going to stop there. I think that we all know how amazing women are, but we all should also do a little research and see how many other amazing women have shaped this world. You will be amazed on how many women a footprint in history. For all of this, I want to say thank you for your hard work. You are amazing people and deserve a day for yourself!

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Being anti-social is something that I deal with. I might have a blog that is doing okay, but that doesnโ€™t dismiss the fact that I donโ€™t like people. I donโ€™t like to be in groups of people, nor do I like to be in big crowds of people. Iโ€™m uneasy to go into a public bathroom if I know it is packed. There is something about me that just doesnโ€™t like to be around other humans. This has been an issue since I was a little kid, mostly after third grade, and has lasted up to now. Some think that it is hard to believe since I am also a blogger, which has me thinking; is the reason that I am failing, due to not being much of a peoples person?

Numbers are way down. Since I began this wonderful journey, I have noticed that I havenโ€™t caught any type of current. It has always been a few views here and there. If we happen to catch a big current of fish, the water soon dries up, leaving me back with the tuna in a can. If I seem to get a fire going, the wind comes by and blows it out. I am unable to keep any fire going for long, which makes me think that I am a failing writer, one that should quit. The numbers are hard to cope with, but I know that I want to be a blogger. I have the passion to keep pushing forward, this is why I keep doing this. Most days, I wont even look at the stats. I know they arenโ€™t pretty, but I keep telling myself to keep pushing on; hoping that one day this will all get better.

Today, I was with another manager. He was talking to me about customers and how we need to engage with them. This conversation got pushed into another direction, which ended up with us talking about convenient stores. He likes the personal interaction, where I like to get in, get my stuff, and exit through the self check-out. When asked why, I told him that I am very anti-social. With this being said, he told me that I couldnโ€™t be anti-social if I have a blog. I stopped to think about that, because

I am very passionate when I write. I engage anyone who comments, and I try to reach out to all those who show interest; this all means that I am hiding behind this, as a social person or I am failing because I am not sociable enough. We could also say that I am actually social when it comes to this, yet hate people in person. Either way, I have to evaluate if I am failing because of this.

What if I am failing because of this? What if I am failing because I donโ€™t like human interaction, is it something that I can fix? The Answer is yes. It is easy to get out of comfort zones if you love what you are doing. It might take some work, but it is definitely not hard to get out of this comfort. In order to get out, all i have to do is be more social able. This is something that I need to work on anyway, so it shouldnโ€™t be a problem.

What he said really hit home. If I am wanting to be a manager or a blogger, I have to be more sociable with people. I cant live in a cocoon, forever, it doesnโ€™t work like that. If you want to be successful in anything, then you have to open up to people and get them on your side. You have to show them the interest that you want back. You can  kiss any career goodbye if you donโ€™t want to change that. I know what I need to work on; do you?  

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Name a book

Posted: March 7, 2017 in Uncategorized
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I have a lot of books that I need to read, but I want to know what you guys suggest for me to read. I have a lot of faith that you guys will choose a good book, so please tell me!

I usually only read improvement books, or books that can make me better at writing/life. I have over 40 books that help me with that, but sometimes it is best to change your path and step out of your comfort zone! This is why I want you to pick my next book. I think it is best that I reach out to you guys. You are some of the brightest people I know. 

  Recently, I have started to read “Art to leadership” which is helping me become a better general manager. The book isn’t just for managers though. It is made for anyone that will ever be in leadership of anyone. So if you are someone that is in leadership, and you want to get better, then you really need to grab that book! It won’t be a waste of money, I promise. 
Thank you for your suggestions. I will be posting longer post soon. I want you guys to pick my next book, though. I hope that you will let me know. It would help me out a lot!!! Thanks babes! 

Closed.

Posted: March 6, 2017 in Uncategorized

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All writers need a break, so I’m taking the day to myself. Thank you for reading and have a good day! I will be back, tomorrow for the post of the day!
While you’re here, please feel free to read any other post, leave a comment, or suggest a topic for me to cover. Either way, I will see you tomorrow!

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Take a walk with me. Tonight, we get to renew the best domain, ever. I have been slacking on this and actually almost lost this amazing website. I have been needing to go to the bank and put the $26 on my card, but I have been avoiding it, which turned out to be a pretty stupid idea. I got to the bank today and put the money on the card. When I got home and went to pay the fee, the website told me that I was only 20 hours away from losing the domain. I knew I would be able to get it back but I surely didnโ€™t want to pay a late fee. It was an easy payment, though. Now, I have this domain for another year, which means that we are about to have some awesome fun!

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Impromtdude was originally meant to be for short, funny post. It was suppose to be an impromptu thing that I would do, then I would  put in on the internet for you guys to read. In high school I use to love speech class. It was the best class of the day, which I use to rush to at the end of the day. I loved to talk in front of people and I became somewhat good at it. From the joy of that class, I wanted to bring that joy to writing. WE KNOW why I originally made this blog. I was going through writers block, but I wanted to get out of it. But after I achieved that goal, I knew that I wanted to keep it going. This is when I started to post funny post and hoped for you guys to like it.

Now, years later, we are sitting here. We just purchased the domain for another year and I am ready to make a difference. I just bought this book that is suppose to help with blogging, but we will see. Either way, know that a great deal will be changing soon! Get ready, get set, lets make some goals! My goal is to break 1,000 follows by the end of the year! Can we do it?

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