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This is my most viewed blog! Whoa! It has been getting a lot of clicks recently which is why I’m posting it. I think its a good basic blog. I personally hate Disneyđź‘Ľ and I still haven’t watched a single one of these movies.

Note: This blog post was suppose to go up Saturday, but my internet is down so ill be posting this on Thursday, and my first post about love on Saturday. Sorry! I am working to get my internet back up and going. We should be back to normal Friday.
I was talking to my co-workers, and they asked me if I watch Disney movies. I simply chuckled, since I have only watched a handful of Disney movies, all together. When I reveal the titles that I havwnt watched, they exploded. They were in such shock that I hadn’t watched them that they threatened to hold me down, and force me to watch every movie. In honor of that conversation, I want to reveal the Top Ten Disney movies I haven’t watched.
10. Nightmare before Christmas

9. Mulan

8. Wall-E

7. Beauty and the beast

6. UP

5. Pocahontas

4. Cinderella, sleeping beauty, snow white.

3. Bambi

2. Lady and the tramp.

1. Aladdin

There are a lot more that aren’t listed. I could probably save the trouble, and post of the ones I have watched. I just have never found them interesting. But it looks like they are going to force me to see them, and I won’t be able to sleep this time around.

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I don’t know how to start this blog, other than to say hi, welcome to story time with Blake. This story is kind of scaring me, as I could get into a little trouble for my actions, but at the same time, the story is way too amazing to not tell you guys. I have never had this happen to me before, but honestly it has always been a fear of mine. Ever since I started working, I knew one day this was going to happen, either to me or to one of my co-workers. Sadly it had to happen to me, on the busiest night of the week.

It was Friday night, at work. The night was slowly dragging on, we weren’t as busy as usual, but we were steady enough to keep us moving. It was hot, miserably hot, my body was weak and I was drenched with sweat. I kept looking at the non-moving clock, hoping that it would hit that 11th hand, so we could close up. The customers weren’t as annoying, as usual, but they did seem to want a lot of food. I didn’t understand the point of getting hot food on a hot night, but that’s a question I will never have an answer to.

    During one of the slow times, I decided to go into the cooler to chill off. This was usually where I came to get away from the customers, and think. I grabbed the book for work, and walked into the cooler to get away. While in the cooler, I did my pre-shift, my nightly checklist, and planned every break for the night. Feeling that my crew needed me, I walked out of the cooler, and back up to the front. When I rounded the corner, there was only one customer in the store. But instead of retreating back into the cooler, I decided to go clean the store a bit deeper, getting under all surfaces and making sure the night was going to stay smooth. I started cleaning, but as I cleaned under each surface, more people began to pile in. I stepped away from the chemicals, washed my hands, and got on a register.

    The rush only lasted 10-minutes, so no harm was done to the store. It was now time for the breaks. My grill person, Henry, was up for his break. This meant that I needed to get back on the grill and make orders. This was nice for the first few minutes, but then a line of people came into the store. This was okay, I was fully ready to take their orders head-on. As I was about to Mike Tyson those orders, the people started to disperse. We missed a big rush, but at that moment I realized, I didn’t have my keys. There wasn’t an initial panic. I usually set my keys down, and walk away without them, that is simply “Blake being Blake..” I started by looking by the register, it wasn’t there, so I walked back to the manager room, yet again not there. I walked around the corner and saw that the kid that went on break was walking in. I walked up to him and asked him if he had my keys, he said no. I tried to think of the last place I had them, and that’s when it clicked. I had them on the top of our salad cooler, with our schedules. I walked up front and looked, but there was no luck.

    This is when the panicking started to sink in. I kept thinking “What if a customer grabbed the keys?” I quickly texted my boss, telling him a customer most likely had my keys, and that I needed into the cooler to get a case of fries. He replied. He said what I figured he would have “how would a customer have your keys?” I now had to admit that I left my keys, unattended, while I was in the back. But I didn’t tell him that, I simply didn’t want to get in trouble, so I told him I had a hole in my pocket, and it most likely fell out of my pocket. Being annoyed, he demanded that I left a message, telling him what size pants I needed. This didn’t solve my problem of not being able to get into the cooler. Being completely wrecked emotionally, from this situation, I tried to find other ways into the cooler. I googled “How to get a locked door open.” The main answer was lock picking, so that’s when I pulled up a how-to video on that subject. The videos were 5-10 minutes long each, which was time I didn’t have, but I sat down and watched the first video. The guy laid out some amazing tips and instructions for a quick pick. I grabbed the materials (Paper clips) and set out to pick this lock. During this time, my co-workers laughed as I tried to pick our cooler lock.

     After moments of trying and failing, I slammed my hand against the door. The impact must have made a vibration through my brain, because I remembered where I sat my keys down at, in the cooler. I sat my keys down on the yogurt, while I checked the dates of certain items. Now, we had a serious problem. We were locked out of the cooler, I didn’t have my keys, and no one was near to give me their keys. I didn’t want to tell my General manager tat I locked my keys in the cooler, because he actually drove from his home (45 minutes away), at 5 am, to let me in the store, the day before. So I told him that I found my keys. I needed a solid plan so that I could get my keys, without letting anyone else know, and it had to happen fast, there was no time to waste.

    As we sat around the door, a light bulb started glowing. I had a risky, but great plan. I ran to the back of the store, got in our tool box, and ran back to the door wielding a Philips screwdriver. The crew shook their head as they knew my plan. I was about to take the door off its hinges. This was a scary plan, as a thousand things could go wrong, but I knew this was the only option. I started to twist the screwdriver, releasing the pressure of each screw. I got through the first hinge with no problem, but as I went on to the middle one, the top metal piece, fell onto my head. I grasped my head, as Henry picked up the metal piece. I shook it off and went back to work. The second hinge was now off, only one more to go. With the other two gone, it seemed easier for the third to come off. As I released the last screw, the door made a loud pop, and the door fell backwards. Henry was holding it though. I pushed the door out of the way, and walked into the cooler. I grabbed my cold keys, and walked back out. I now had my keys, but that wasn’t the problem, now I had to put the door back on. This was more of a problem than getting it off. None of the screws wanted to go back into the hole. The more I twisted, the more I realized,  I might have to call my GM after all.

   Knowing the consequences this would have, I used all my might to get the screw into the hole. After minutes of twisting, pushing, cussing and yelling, the screw finally screwed back into the wall. I quickly screwed in asa many as I could, but the customers came. They were hungry, and they didn’t want to wait. So we paused momentarily and went up front. After the customers were helped, we all went back to the previous position,. Henry was holding the door, and Elsa was cheering for us to get it done, as she wanted to go home. I finished screwing in the second hinge, but this time the screw driver left a large amount of grease on my hand. I ran over to wash my hands, but it wouldn’t come off. I then took a handful of soap and started to dig my fingers into my dirty hand. This was helping, the grease was starting to fade, leaving my precious hands a bright red. Knowing that the screwdriver was leaving this residue, I grabbed a pair of gloves.

   After applying the gloves, I finished screwing in the last few screws. Moments after I screw in the last screw, Henry informed me there were a few customers in the lobby. I realized that Elsa actually was gone. I ran up front, and helped each one. Though, I was being a complete prick to them, trying to get them to leave, they didn’t seem to mind. They ordered a few items, waited patiently, and left quickly with a smile on their face. After the lobby was empty again, I went back and finished the door. I opened the door to see if it was together correctly, which it was. The excitement in my heart was intense. I felt extremely accomplished for doing it all by myself, but also relieved that I didn’t have to tell anyone that I locked my keys in the cooler.
It has always been a fear of mine, to lock my keys in the cooler, and though I am not shocked it happen, I am shocked that it has taken this long to occur. I can be a bit air-headish at times, but that is what makes me Blake. I wouldn’t be the same, without that sad quality. This hasn’t been the month for me! I have almost destroyed my eyesight, I have lost my keys, and now I have locked my keys in the cooler. Luckily, this month is almost over, or I might have lost my car! Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this story, and feel free to leave a laughing emoji, if you liked it!    

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Almost a year ago, I got married to someone that I love with all my heart. I would do anything for her, because when she is happy, I am happy. But when we got married, we had to say something called “Vows” or “Promises that we would attempt to fulfill through our life-long marriage. During the vows, we both said a word that has become so basic in this world. This word was “Love” and to this day, love has lost all of its meaning.
According to Webster Love means “A passionate feeling from one person to another, or a strong liking” Which means that you actually care about the other person in the relationship. But this day and age we have taken the old rule of putting others first and made it about ourselves. Love has a new meaning and it is this “Whatever they can do for me, a controllable counterpart.”
When you look at most couples these days, you will realized that they are in the relationship for three things: Sex,money,popularity. Three things that have nothing to do with the other person, but things that better you on your pursuit of happiness. This sickens me, we will be the last generation to actually feel the true meaning of getting married, call me old school, but this needs to stop. I can’t stand to see people hurt, because everything they had to offer has faded into the dark.
Their looks have faded making sex with them boring and impassionate, causing one to cheat with someone that is better looking, or tightly together. The money that they had will never be enough, a relationship based on money has a good three years, if that anymore. There will always be someone in this world that can offer more money, I have met a lot of people that make more than me, or have their lives together better. Then comes the last one, Popularity. I was a loser in high school, nearly always eating lunch by myself if one person missed school. I wasn’t always like that though, in eighth grade I was sorta cool, and during that time, I noticed that I held myself higher, making more girls chase the Blakester. This is why I even put this on my list. It is all about who is who in this world. Examine yourself right now, have you ever chased a girl that was out of your league, you know why? Because she was popular to you, she was liked and you wanted that for yourself. It is how the cookie crumbles, but here is the thing. Just like my popularity faded so will that girls that you only date because she’s the head cheerleader and has big boobs. So why not give up the act, and start giving love its name back.
I am tired of hearing these people say I love you, when all they want is the three sicknesses listed above. They sicken me. They are hurting people because they want their greedy needs met. They treat nice people like shit and then wonder why people are becoming dicks. It is because after being hurt enough, you will turn your emotions off, because once you do that, you are unable to get hurt. That is what is ruining love, there are no emotions. The reason there are no emotions is because they can’t love with a broken heart, the same broken heart that was caused by a dumbass teen, looking for the wrong things in the wrong people.
So if you are the person after the three sicknesses, then change now. You are tearing apart homes because of your damaging criticism that you have to pass on to people that wanted nothing but the true meaning of love. Stop to think before you say I love you, think before you kill!