Vlog days are not only fun, but they teach people important things, like what a weenis is. Watch the video to see today's vlog! YAY!
Friday, October 8, 2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
Vegas Baby! Vlog Day Friday!
I'm starting to look forward to these vlog days, there is something about them that makes me happy. I think it might be the fact that I have something I need to do each week and so it motivates me to at least do SOMETHING. If you follow me on twitter or are friends with me on facebook, you know I am working on a new novel. I do have a working title of 'In Wolf's Clothing' and it is a gangster-love story. If you want to know whether it is any good ask Noelle or Paul.
And here is this weeks vlog, enjoy!
And here is this weeks vlog, enjoy!
Friday, September 24, 2010
Badass Zombies & Not So Tough Vampires
Guess what day it is? It is Friday, which means it is VlogDay Friday! Woot Woot.
I procrastinated the hell out of this video this week, and I promise myself it won't happen again, because it kept me up beyond lade and woke me up earlier than need be today.
Yesterday, I had the opportunity to meet the lovely, and very talented, Shoshanna! For all of you who know who she is, she was everything I dreamed of and move. ;)
This week I refelct, and rant, on Zombies and what vampires used to be.
Here it is, enjoy!
And BRRRRAAAIIIINNNNSSS!
I procrastinated the hell out of this video this week, and I promise myself it won't happen again, because it kept me up beyond lade and woke me up earlier than need be today.
Yesterday, I had the opportunity to meet the lovely, and very talented, Shoshanna! For all of you who know who she is, she was everything I dreamed of and move. ;)
This week I refelct, and rant, on Zombies and what vampires used to be.
Here it is, enjoy!
And BRRRRAAAIIIINNNNSSS!
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
My Two Cents About Your Two Cents
Sometimes I just want to complain.
Sometimes I want to vent, to get things off my chest.
To clear my mind.
What happened to good old fashioned listening?
I spend a lot of my time hearing people out, listening, sympathizing, empathizing. And yet, where is the reverse of that. Where are my listeners? Where are the people who don't jump to conclusions for me?
I don't want my problems fixed. I want someone to nod their head, hum and haw a little bit, and say, "I'm sure you'll figure it out, Tyson."
Because I always do. No one fixes it for me. I've been fixing things since before I went through puberty.
I've had people tell me time and again that if I ever want to talk I can come to them. And the irony is, I can't. Every time I swallow my stupid pride, grab hold of my nuts and take the plunge, I get slapped in the face. And people love to 'know-just-what-you're-talking-about'. They love to have a similar story. Or a sadder story. They want their shady past to be darker than yours.
Sometimes I find it hilarious. And sometimes I laugh so I don't cry.
They nudge. They plead. They demand to know about me. They assume. They judge. They cock their heads to the side and try to figure me out. But they can't. And do you want to know why they can't. Because, I'm not a puzzle for others to put together.
And when I start talking, I just want someone to listen.
I don't want a solution. I don't want a plan of attack. I don't want to know how my situation aligns with their situation. Or how everything will get better.
And then I realize, it's better to keep it to myself. And next time, I'll just swallow my words. And screw 'talking things out' because when I try I end up disappointed. I end up drained, emotionally and physically. And it does no good. It never has.
Why do I do this to myself?
Sometimes I wonder if people really know what it's like to be a good friend.
It only takes one thing, concern for a person's well being. Concern for how someone is. And to execute that, sometimes you have to shut the fuck up and just listen.
Why does it feel like that's what the world is lacking?
Sometimes I want to vent, to get things off my chest.
To clear my mind.
What happened to good old fashioned listening?
I spend a lot of my time hearing people out, listening, sympathizing, empathizing. And yet, where is the reverse of that. Where are my listeners? Where are the people who don't jump to conclusions for me?
I don't want my problems fixed. I want someone to nod their head, hum and haw a little bit, and say, "I'm sure you'll figure it out, Tyson."
Because I always do. No one fixes it for me. I've been fixing things since before I went through puberty.
I've had people tell me time and again that if I ever want to talk I can come to them. And the irony is, I can't. Every time I swallow my stupid pride, grab hold of my nuts and take the plunge, I get slapped in the face. And people love to 'know-just-what-you're-talking-about'. They love to have a similar story. Or a sadder story. They want their shady past to be darker than yours.
Sometimes I find it hilarious. And sometimes I laugh so I don't cry.
They nudge. They plead. They demand to know about me. They assume. They judge. They cock their heads to the side and try to figure me out. But they can't. And do you want to know why they can't. Because, I'm not a puzzle for others to put together.
And when I start talking, I just want someone to listen.
I don't want a solution. I don't want a plan of attack. I don't want to know how my situation aligns with their situation. Or how everything will get better.
And then I realize, it's better to keep it to myself. And next time, I'll just swallow my words. And screw 'talking things out' because when I try I end up disappointed. I end up drained, emotionally and physically. And it does no good. It never has.
Why do I do this to myself?
Sometimes I wonder if people really know what it's like to be a good friend.
It only takes one thing, concern for a person's well being. Concern for how someone is. And to execute that, sometimes you have to shut the fuck up and just listen.
Why does it feel like that's what the world is lacking?
Friday, September 17, 2010
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