Bad Week On The Horizon

I think I had a night terror last night.
I'm not sure what constitutes as a night terror and I'm too lazy too look it up.

So for now I'll just call it that.

However

I know for a fact that sleep paralyses was involved.

Anyway, this will, if it is one, be my first night terror ever.
But not my first case of paralyses.
You see, the thing is, I've had to deal with sleep paralyses for a very long.
I think I've dealt with it since the age of 13.

It was never really bad.
I always thought that I was so overcome with a lack of sleep that my body needed to just.
Hibernate.

It'd usually work likes this.
Right before I'm about to fall asleep, or right when I'm trying to wake up.
I'd be paralyzed. 

Now, when I'm about to fall asleep it's okay, I actually find it quite relaxing.
But when I'm trying to wake up it sucks.
Not because I can't move, that really doesn't scare me about it, you kind of can't move yourself while asleep, so no problem while barely awake.
But when I gotta wake up, it sucks ass.
I have no energy, nor desire to ever wake up early, and now my body won't move unless I force it?
I've missed the school bus quite a few times because of this! 

I was so relaxed

So comfortable!

But this is the first time I've ever been paralyzed and then brought to fear.

It's not a good feeling.
It happened last night, around 2 or 3 am.
I had been struggling to fall asleep for a while, which normally isn't a problem I have.

 But I had taken a nap, so that explains that.
But I was having a hard time sleeping, none the less.
My day was not to good, and my night was just as bad, sleep was my only escape.
So to help me GET to sleep, I decided to watch some videos.
But like an idiot I decided to watch scary videos.

So not only was I going to sleep upset, I was going to sleep upset and scared.
Hoboyherewego.
So it's been a few hours,

I wanted to go to sleep at 12 but couldn't and watched my videos until about 2.

I then force myself to turn them off and try to sleep again.

I was getting really tired anyway, so I had faith in myself.
So I turn off my computer, lay my head down, and close my eyes.
That's when it happened.
My mind started to run free, like it normally does, thinking about everything in great depth.

And I got side tracked, started thinking about how scary the videos I watched were and then my body froze.
I couldn't move.
At all.

And this wasn't like any other time where sleep paralysis hit.
It hit me immediately out of nowhere.
Almost like it grabbed me and held me down.
I tried to calm myself and fall asleep, but the lack of ability to move was followed by a rush of images.
 Disfigured bodies, torn up faces, faces with sharp teeth and wide, soulless black and large eyes, figures in all dark clothing and hats.
Okay.
I can get through this,
My mind gets crazy, I'm used to this.

But then I realize,

 No I'm not
It gets crazy in here, but these images and thoughts were outright malicious.
Each image taunting me in some way and being overly gruesome. 

And then it gets progressively worse as I hear what sounds like the laughter of a man.
Directly behind me.

Getting closer and closer with each image presented.

I immediately lose my cool and try to regain control of my body the only way I know how.
Breathing heavily.
Very heavy and very fast.
Soon the voice started to disappear.
The images faded to black.
And I could move again.
I had no clue where to go fro there.
I felt like shit. 

I still kinda do.
I always thought my house was kind of haunted but after yesterday night.
I fucking KNOW it is.
Or maybe I'm just lame.
Who knows.

Tending To My Very Unattended Blog

WHOOPS
I've been very busy.
So busy that I've forgotten to tend to my blog. I'm an actor and we've been rehearsing like hell. Tomorrow's auditions, wish me luck. Break a leg and all that good shit.

Lemmie just take a moment to thank you for all your patience and for just reading this at all.
I'd like to consider myself slightly sophisticated and intelligent at times but I'm really bad at portraying that in this blog, so thanks for whatever schlock and buffoonery you have/will dealt/deal with.

Now lets think of something to write about.
Hum
Dee
Dum
Dum.

I think I'm going to bring an observation I made yesterday on Facebook over to here.
Which was

"I just want to take a moment for all of us to really appreciate the quality of the film by John Singleton, Boyz In The Hood.
Especially in current times where things are escalating so much in Ferguson, that movie helps us remember that sometimes it's not random dudes on the streets that harass, it's anybody that feels stronger than you for whatever reason and they feel like because of that they have the ability to do with you what they please.
That movie may focus more on the color aspect of things, which is still HUGELY prominent today, but I think it did more than it meant to.
It's trying to get us all together.
Cop, brother, white, colored, whatever, it wanted the message to spread.
Ain't no peace if no ones working together.
And it doesn't mater who you are, all that maters is the pull of a trigger, the point of a gun, and whoever is in front of it.
I'm going to live with that on my mind, not to scare myself or anyone, but to remember everyday is another to die.
But don't forget that everyday is also another day to do something great, whatever it may be.
Point is, it's a good movie."

 Well.
I think I made my point pretty well, but I'll go over it with anyone who wants to talk about it.
Shit, I'm gonna say more about it right now.

For starters
I fucking love Boyz In The Hood.
It's movies like that, that not only made me rethink joining the local school gangs and hanging out with crazy motherfuckers like that.
It's also movies like that, that got me into wanting to act, direct, and write. 

Let me reiterate, yes I could have been a "GAYUNGSTOOR" when I was younger, which would have easily effected my life greatly forever in a, probably, negative way.
I don't feel like going over it right now, but slip me a few more drinks and I might go into more detail at some point in the future.

Let's just leave it at, for now, I lived on the bad sides of town.
ALL OF THEM.

Anyway, ending this on something less lame.
I really recommend movies like that.
Boyz In The Hood, Baby Boy, Poetic Justice, Fredom Writers, Coach Carter, Radio!
FUCKING RADIO MAN.

Movies like that really speak to me.

So yeah.
Watch those if you'd like.
They all ask a little question for you to ask yourself.
And they don't really give a straight answer.
You gotta answer it yourself.
And that's why they're good.

Spooky Scary Soul Calibur

I'm feeling the sicks coming on.
Like I can't feel the back of my throat right now and my nose is runnier than a guy who runs.
Fuck.
Okay, hold up, I'mma try again.
My noise is running more than a gazelle in Africa.
Yeah.
Let's go with that.
Any way I've been craving Soul Calibur 5 for weeks now.
Almost 2 months.
And after a bike ride around the globe (two miles) I finally got it.
And I regret all my choices.
THIS GAME IS ANGER INCARNATE.
FUCKTHISGAME.
But I love this game.
Mind if I tell you a story a game about this game?
I mean you probably do but you've got nothing better to do so I might as well.
This game helped me fully use my creative potential.
Now what this game is, is a fighting arcade game.
And it's awesome.
You get two super muscular or two super big boobed fighting characters with either blunt or sharp weapons and they beat the shit out of each other.
So that's the gist of the game play.
Now the thing that draws me to it is it's character customization.
UGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH
IT'S SO GOOD!
It's so unique!
It's very in-depth and forged in specific ways that appeal to people who want to create characters using the Soul Calibur fighting style!
And it's beautiful!
Using that, I created a whole universe!
Three actually!
I never really talk about them but they're a huge part of me and if I let you know anything more or read a storyboard, you are my bro.
So yeah.
Anyway
I plan on doing things in the future with these characters, stories, ideas, etc.
I put my heart and soul and that game and it gave me the most interesting and worthwhile characters I've ever made in return.
I love this game.
Unff.

Byron Made Me Do It

So Byron want's a more srs post.
Like.
Mother fucker demands it.
So here I am trying to write down whatever pops in my little head.

Huh.
You know normally it's really loud and clustered in here but now that I'm focusing and I need it
It's really quiet in here.

Lame.
I'm sitting here playing a classic game of my own personal interest since three summers ago.
Dead Island, I've loved this game since it came out and still do.
But now I'm playing it with friends, which no way makes us any better at this game.

I'm no good at thinking right now! I'm having too much of a swell time with my friends.
Skype calls.
This is my life as of now.
Tons of Skype.
It's 11 o'clock and this call is nowhere near done.
Fuck.

However I'm starting to appreciate things now.
My friends.
My possible future.
My personal possessions.
My family.
But most of all my lovely.
She know who she is.
You know who you are
*Leans into computer*
Youknowwhoyouare

Anyway I'm stuck in the middle of a game that's been going on for hours and I can't believe how tired I am.
I'm getting too old for this shit.
I'm gonna try to go to sleep at a reasonable time tonight.
Ha.

I Started A Stuff!

Well
Here we go.
I've finally joined the hipster masses.
I'm blogging.
Ugh.
It tastes so wrong but feels so right.
Anyway! Here's my place to lay down my thoughts and raise hell!
I'ma share poems!
I'ma share rants!
I'ma share videos!
I'ma share my thoughts!
I'm gonna share a lot, so buckle up for the ride because I have a lot of time on my hand and hopefully so do you!