So I bought a tablet, and I made a thing. This was the first idea in my head, a sort of flag for a character of mine. I’m not happy with some of it, but most of it I’m actually proud, and I hope to make more, even if it takes a long time to get to drawing anything.

So I’m testing new ways to make my recording sound better, and I may have just found my personal technique until I get the actual equipment to do so.

Turns out, jury-rigging an Xbox One box into a microphone box is awesome, and somehow has little echo, while making my vocals sound better.

Noooo I lost a chance to catch a Ponyta

I wanna go catch some Pokeymanz, but it's too feckin' hot.

New Recording Enviroment

Blue Yeti Microphone

AC Off

Blanket over my head

eventual suffocation and heat exhaustion imminent

OH shit boi I’m gonna piss off my neighbors with my manly battle shouts and roars

Holy shit, my neighbors are already setting off fireworks.

Can ya wait three days please? I’m recording here!

Yo, I’m practicing some stuff like laughing, grunts, yelps, screams, and more, if you feel like checking it out, here’s a link!

Determination.

I've always wondered what I would do after graduation. Whether it would be to continue school, go into the workforce, or become a member of the US military. I find myself at a standstill right now, so it's a good time to sit back and think about what I really want with my life. My passion, the one thing I want to do the most is entertain, to create characters people love and respect, hate and scorn. To build worlds and societies. To bring a voice to those characters, in those societies, in those worlds. To create such a complex personality that connects with millions of people. If I were ever so lucky. But, I find myself recoiling from what will push me forward to that goal, I fear not rejection from people, But from not being 'good' enough, not being able to preform to the highest standard I set for myself, I disguise this uneasiness by saying "I just don't have the right equipment." Or "I've forgotten my ability." There are so many people I look up to that I compare my situation to, and say "I'll never reach that." But I've realized something in the last few sleepless nights I've had. It was never an overnight success that brought these people to where they are today, but unending determination, that unrelenting will to do what they love to do. And that goal is mine as well. I'll never be able to entirely have their humor, their wit, personality or voice, but I don't need that. All I need, and all I'll ever need. Is that beautiful thing called determination. The will, the ability to push forward to reach the finish line. Of course, I don't ride this road alone. I have support from all sides, my family and friends make me want more from my life, more than just sitting at my computer faffing about. So this time, I'm getting serious about this. I've worlds aplenty that I've been working on for the course of my school career. And damn it all if I'm not gonna get them out there, and show the world what I have in store. What little audience I have, thank you for reading this, take it from someone who would rather read a TL:DR. It means a whole lot to me. I hope that when you read this, you too, are Filled With Determination.

Mucho danko

My friend, playing Halo 5, commenting on my disregard of Covenant and Forerunner weapon usage.

Fuck Walmart

So, I ordered the Pip-Boy edition from Walmart because that was the first site on the in stock tracker to be marked for it. I ordered this in June. Now, it's November 8th. And I received an email two days ago that my order was canceled, and I just got finished with a phone call that ultimately just meant go fuck yourself. Walmart ran out of fucking stock of the Pip-boy edition. I fucking reserved my fucking copy in fucking June. So, fuck you Walmart, you and your shitty services.

Well... Fuck.

So since I'm able to buy things online now, I've been buying armor so I can LARP and stuff, this is all I've gotten so far. The leather cuirass is Veteran's Leather Armor, the bracers and greaves are Enclosed Arm and Leg Protection, respectively. Unfortunately, the leg armor doesn't fit my big-ass legs, which adds more to the fact that I should lose some weight.

So I'm in the process of beginning to build a couple smelters for a hobby of mine. And I'm recycling old metal around my house to use for it. I noticed a broken trampoline (a trampoline that I broke) just rusting away in the yard. It was sort of sad. So instead of letting it fade away. I decided I would use it's parts in my hobby. So it'd get some use one last time. For my (and my sisters and cousins) childhood sake.

Man. Spiders are cool and all, but hell if I don't freak out and fly everywhere when I feel them crawl on me. Smashed the little fella in my initial panic. I've wasted almost a half hour of sleep making sure there were no more spiders on my bed. I got work tomorrow too. Fuzzing hell.