Jan. 1 2012 A day of writing

Some point today I had a revelation. I realized I had been wasting my time doing nothing. Talking about your dreams are one thing, but fulfilling them is another. So I decided to spend a day writing. I enjoyed it, I was able to find my muse, and I was able to really develop my story fully and get a good pace out of it. One day I hop we to get it published, but it's a manga so I have to illustrate it. I am not a good drawer, so until i increase my skills in that aspect I will never be done. But for the time being, I'm satisfied with the progress I've made as a writer and I have Year Up to thank for it. I thank them for giving me a place to develop, and for that I'll be forever grateful.

Dec 30 2011 A Day in Skyrim

I think I need Skyrim rehab. Sometimes I think about what if I did the Unleashing Force shout to someone in real life.  On this day I woke up at 9 AM. I didn't even eat, I turned the xbox on.,turned the TV to component, then that music came on.  Once it started it was over. I found myself lost in a world of magic and heroism for hours. It was 3 'o clock before I realized how long I been playing. I couldn't believe how long I had been at it. I had join the Imperial Legion, watched my comrade die, and did a mission where I brought a human sacrifice to a demon. It wasn't for nothing, I got this weapon that was big and glowing. It had a aura of green around it, and the demons face was etched into the area right above the handle. It was a good time, but  I needed a reality check. So I called my friends and went outside.

Dec. 25, 2011

On my Christmas me and my family did what we always did, we went to my grandma's house, that is one of the family traditions my family hold. The entire family comes together for Christmas, and we eat a lot of Gumbo and peach cobbler. We drank, and played Taboo and Jenga. It was a wonderful day that reminded me why I love my crazy family so much. My aunty was as loud as usual. My mom worried, spending half her time trying to find my little brother, and everything was as it should be. I got a HDTV for Christmas, which I LOVE, and a Raiders snapback hat. I have nothing to complain about this Christmas, and I can't wait until next year.

Best and Worst of Job History

My Best Job: My Best Job was when I was volunteering for my church Halloween party. We set it up and got to spook up a church, which was really ironic considering that church considers it to be a demon holiday. I didn't care, we bobbed for apples and gave out candy. We had costume contests with prizes and ordered pizza. I had a great time setting it up, and I enjoyed the party even more.

My Worst Job: When I think of terrible jobs I can't help but think of my ephemeral, yet really excruciating job as a Kirby salesman. For those that don't know, Kirby's are vacuum cleaners. But Kirby's aren't just any vacuum cleaners, they are THE vacuum cleaner. At $2500 per unit these things could clean your entire house. Everything from shampoo carpets, to cleaning chairs. What my job was to sell these things. Since it was a commission based job, if I didn't sell I didn't get paid. So I spent 12 hours a day riding in a van, knocking on doors, trying to convince people to to take this "Free Cleaning One Room" special "coupon" to allow me into their house to sell them the product. From a cognitive standpoint it made no sense. But since I was desperate for money, I fell right into the trap. I only made like $100 off my first sale. What? I spend 12 hours a day, 6 days a week getting door after door slammed in my face. Then when I get inside I have to focus on not just selling the product, but cleaning their house, just to sometimes leave empty handed like some kind of cheap maid. I quit after two weeks, I couldn't do that anymore. I felt like, in lack of a better word, a whore and I couldn't live with that. One thing I did learn though was to be persistent. Keep trying, keep pushing, because someone was going to let me into their house. Someone was going to give me that one shot I needed to do something.I can say Kirby cured me of my fear of rejection because rejection is a common occurrence in the Kirby business.

Obama v. GOP

In this article the GOP republican candidates discuss cuts in our military and what is considered OK in deporting illegal immigrants. On the military cuts Perry goes as far as saying, "If Leon Panetta (Obama's Pentagon chief) is an honorable man, he should resign in protest." This is a ridiculous claim. Considering the fact that our primary enemy (Osama Bin Laden) has been eradicated, as of now in times of economic peril we should be taking that money and investing it in the people, not in the people joining the military. Mitt Romney stated that these cuts can potentially save us 1 trillion dollars. Talk about feeding the pig, that is 1/15 of our national debt. Doesn't seem like much but it helps. These candidates, with the exception of Ron Paul, seem like they are just trying to attack Obama rather than find actual solutions to our problems, while completely negating the fact that it was their people in Congress that has voted down almost every bill that Obama has proposed, making it extremely hard for him to change anything. I can respect the truth, that's why I like Ron Paul. To these other guys, it seems more like they are just trying to play the politics game and point fingers at Obama, rather than tell the truth and run on principle. Obama may be evil, but in politics, until someone changes things, you settle for the lesser of the two. In this case that is Obama.

Inspiration

My dream is to be a manga-ka (manga artist). It wasn't always like this though. Once upon a time I wanted to be a basketball player in the NBA. That sprung from an early inspiration from Michael Jordan, as well my childhood best friend that pushed me to play everyday. But once he moved away, and I didn't have no one to play with that dream slowly died. As I grew older things began to change and I developed an enjoyment for writing fiction. One thing consistent in my life that inspired this was anime. Anime is Japanese animation, put simply Japanese cartoons. But they weren't anything like the cartoons in America. These cartoons had story lines and sub-plots. They had character development and intense situations. They had build ups and climaxes that made you feel like you were going on this journey with the characters. It was truly nothing like anything I had ever experienced. I can vividly remember the first time I watched Dragonball Z. I was five years old. It captivated me from the very first episode. Growing up with happy go lucky shows like the Rugrats and Ah Real Monsters, watching something so serious made me think "can they really show this on TV?" As I grew older my taste in anime evolved. As I grew deeper into this I found more and more friends with the same interests. There were kids I played Yu-Gi-Oh with, and kids who would pretend to be Z fighters, practicing their moves for upcoming battles. Some of the "cool kids" thought we were weirdos. I just felt we had active imaginations. As I grew more comfortable with it, so did the so called "cool kids" around me that I associated with. I believe if you take pride in whatever you do, people won't have any choice but to accept it. They do. I tell everyone that asks me what I want to be what I dream about. I can't escape it, even if I try to run. Literally, my dreams are constantly ringing in my head as if they are my reality. They will never go away. This is who I am and I am proud of it. The only thing I hope is that America makes a decent live action adaptation of Death Note (that's my favorite anime) and don't destroy it like they did to Dragonball Z. (That's an inside joke LOL)

I live in a neighborhood where everybody knows everybody, outsiders rarely come around, and when they do they don't last very long. My neighborhood is my community. I have love for them and they have love for me. I love how I'm like the only person going to school and I feel no pressure to change that. Everybody takes pride in my successes and makes me want to do. But you aren't just accepted on day one. It can take months maybe even years before you become "one of us". It's not like an initiation, where you take some test or do sum ridiculous task and get in. It's more along the lines of an interview. I say this because people have to get an idea of what kind of person you are. They have to know if they can trust, if they can rely on you. You have to prove yourself in order to be accepted. Otherwise, you will be exiled or,  even worse, ignored. I've been living in this community for 6 years now. I've seen many people come,and many people go, but I can recall a person more recent. There once was a man named Noah. He was a loud mouthed braggadocios kind of guy who loved to start problems and rarely finished them. One day he messed with the wrong guy and was dipped and kicked into the ground. That was them showing mercy. When he tried it again his punishment was worse.Luckily for him he didn't die, but I haven't seen him around since. This is a pro and con of my community. A violent sense of protection is what is a norm around here. I may not like it, but I have learned to accept it for what it is, necessary.