Markiplier Is At It Again.

I'm going to take a good guess, and assume that nobody that reads this blog has clicked the link to Markiplier's youtube channel, mostly because, well I'm quite certain nobody reads this blog anyway.

That said, I'm going to tell my reader population of 0, to go click on that link now, and go watch the recording of his recent charity live-stream, and if' it's not too much to ask, maybe donate some? I can't honestly imagine, that any would, but just go watch this guy, and show some support, because he's fighting for a good cause.

To some of you, donating might be the most worth while thing you've done with your life.

If you're reading this on a school computer, you're wasting your time with this post.

Markiplier's Youtube Channel:

http://www.youtube.com/MarkiplierGAME

Markiplier's Charity Page Thing:

http://www.extra-life.org/index.cfm?fuseaction=donorDrive.participant&participantID=61992

The Day I Became An Adult

Today, is a lovely day, today is my birthday, and today is a special birthday.

Today, I turn the ripe, old, age of 18, An elder among my peers.

Today, I become a true member of society.
Today, I can buy those pilows that are also stuffed animals.
Today, I can buy dry ice, and make a bomb out of it, proving I'm still not mature enough to be allowed to buy stuff like this.
Today, I can go vote, and have my opinion be expressed, just like millions and millions of others.

Yesterday, my opinion didn't matter. I could say what I thought about the president, and it fell on deaf ears, that didn't care, because I couldn't vote, but today, I have eyes all over me, asking how I'm doing, and mentioning that they happen to be running for mayor of Highland City, and that they would really appreciate a vote.

Fat chance, You didn't care about me yesterday, so I don't care about you today.

Maybe they'd tell me to act like a mature adult, and get past things like that. Well, maybe 18 isn't old enough to be considered mature.

I'm still going to hold a grudge.

Don't mess with me, I can make dry ice bombs now. Come at me.

Happy one-year-closer-to-being-dead day.

-Sincerely, The Teenager with an unstable mind, and who is now, one year crazier.
Alan Wake

Mysterious As The Dark Side Of The Mooooooooooooooooooooonnnnn..........

Picture had the moon in it, so I put it here, but really, this is pretty unrelated.

I like the moon, did you know, that I wanted to be an astronaut when I was younger? Funny thing is, now, the prospect terrifies me. Maybe it's because I didn't think about the terrors, the potential problems, the possible life-support failures, or the possibility of blowing up in the atmosphere, I just thought about jumping around on the moon.

I wish that I could aim as high as I did as a child, both figuratively, and literally. I was aiming to the moon, you can't aim much higher than that, and I was aiming to be an astronaut, not many can do that, but I didn't care as a child, I just wanted to be on the moon, now I think of all the dangers, and how few people were ever going to actually be astronauts.

Now, the moon is just a big ball in the sky, when everything else is dark, it shines out pretty bright, and geez, that line sounded like it came from a cheesy action-disaster movie. I've always liked the moon, it's pretty nice, and a lot more subtle than it's day-time counterpart. It doesn't smother the world in it's light, it just sorta....graces, yeah, it graces us, with its light.

so yeah uh....the moon everybody.

This post was totally made up off the top of my head.

Alan Wake Cries About Stuff

I'm about to get a little personal, but I don't care, because you don't know me, so if you can contend with reading about my personal life, it'll all be good.

In short, I've been having some issues with my mother, and I need a place to vent. I'll be honest, I do write here, because I have to, but the things I'm writing about are real, and serious business, especially this. I have had some serious communication issues with my mother, and I want to just let out my thoughts, my feelings, and my frustrations on it.

I can't talk to her anymore, without it escalating to a full-fledged fight, with lots of yelling. It worries me genuinely, that this is what it comes to, everytime. I will say immediately, that there is never any contact, or any kind of other pain involved, it just hurts emotionally. I felt the need to say that so none of my readers end up calling for help on my behalf or my mother's behalf.

I just don't like to fight with her, it severely hurts me inside. I can't talk to her much anymore. I know that she has extremely bad issues with her health, and I know that leads to her being so quiet and irritable, but it's tough for me. I know she has it worse, because her health is just so bad, I can only imagine what she goes through, that she won't tell us....

Thanks for reading about my problems.

Friendship is valuable bros....

Prepare for a cheesy post, don't worry, It'll be brief.

Normally, a post like this one, would make me puke. It'd be stop stupid to me, but I've just BARELY had a serious experience, where I saw two of my best friends tear each other apart. The things they said are too horrible to recite here. It was absolutely brutal.

Friends are a huge deal in a teenagers life, and I never thought this morning, that I was going to to have to watch my friends, tear each other part, like monsters.

I don't have alot to say, other then, appreciate your friends, seriously.

And if you think, I'm spouting nonsense that you've heard before, and you don't wanna listen, that's okay too. That'll be your fault.

Friends are a huge deal...

A Football-playing King in Space...With a Mustache.

I put this here, because I was just looking for an excuse to put pokemon here.

I put this here, because it's true.

Now, I'm not saying, that you can become whatever you want, just by getting a rock thrown at you, but you can understand what I'm trying to say. You saw it too, that scene from Tangled, when all those burly, scary, guys were singing of their dreams. I definitely feel that way. I feel like this person that people would overlook, not willing to listen to my dreams and my desires.

You can really do anything you want to, and I just lost your attention, because you've heard that from your parents, and your teachers, and Dora the Explorer too, but stop and and think, what if it's true? What if that phrase, said a million times before, is true? What does that mean for you?

Well, I have a dream.

I want to be a respected video game designer, I want to make quality games, for the coming generations to play, and enjoy. With a job like that, I wouldn't have to work a day in my life, because I couldn't think of anything I'd want to do more with my life.

So now that you know my dreams, and I've thrown inspirational riff-raff at you, go do what you want, because your going to die anyway. (refer to post below.)

Special props to anyone who knew what the title is from.

It's My Life, and It's Now or Never.

Thanks Bon Jovi, for that title. Now read it, read that quote.

Don't fear death, no reason to fear the inevitable.

"Say it with me now, We're all.... going to die!"
-Amazing Atheist

 I'm a player of horror video games, and an avid player at that. Practically, all horror games deal with the largest fear, the fear of death. Whether you're avoiding a humanoid creature, beaten and scarred, with bleeding eyes, or a malevolent ghost, you are afraid of them for one reason. You don't want to die. You want to win, you want to live, and say that you beat that game.

As I said before, I'm a fan of these kind of games. I know what death is, and I don't want to be graphic, but I've seen all manners of deaths. There are many things far more horrific then death. Death isn't scary, it's a release from your fears and your worries.

Death isn't as scary as living. When you're living, you have to worry about so many different things. When you're dead, you're worrying about nothing, because, your dead.

Now, I don't care what sect, what cult, what religion, you believe in, or if you don't believe in religion at all. We can all come to the agreement, that there is a release from problems in death. It honestly, doesn't seem so bad.

So what now? Just live life. Remember that you're going to die, no running from it. So go on, live life like you want to.

We clear? We clear, now go live life.

All In Due Time.

• I'm going to be strong, physically, and mentally.
• I'm going to laugh in the face of adversary.
• I'm going to stop fearing the stupid.
• I'm going to laugh more.
• I'm going to speak my mind more.
• I'm going to show my opinion.
• I'm going to smile more.
• I'm going to visit Russia.
• I'm going to stop fearing the future.
• I'm going to man up, and play Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs.
• I'm going to man up, and play Outlast, as well.
• I'm going to finish the game project, I've been working on for a year.
• I'm going to be happier.
• I'm going to ask that special one out.
• I'm going to make it happen.

All In Due Time.