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  1. Otter
    I hate you.
    So why can’t I get away from you?
    I’m stuck with you.
    Why must you torture me?
    I have to sit and suffer through all the stupid things you say.
    Why can’t you just go?
    Your awful words chase me.
    Why won’t you leave me alone?
    You just won’t stop.
    What made you this way?
    I never want to see you again.
    Why do you do such horrible things?
    You’re a monster.
     
    I hate you.
    So why can’t I get away from you?
    Oh, right.
    Because you’re me.
  2. Otter
    I can’t imagine living in



    A world without you here.



    A world where I was all alone



    Without your assistance near.


     

    You’re the one I always turn to



    When a day is going bad,



    When I need a bit of good advice



    Or someone to make me glad.


     

    Your wacky sense of humor



    Always makes me laugh.



    You can turn my frowns right upside-down



    And cut my bad moods in half.


     

    You’re the only friend who sticks with me



    Through all the thick and thin.



    Who puts up with all my bullshit



    And still presents a grin.


     

    You’ve saved my life many times



    Whether you know it or not.



    You’ve convinced me to try and stick it out,



    Shown me I’m worth a lot.


     

    I could never in a thousand years



    Thank you for all you’ve done.



    I hope you know I appreciate



    All your work; it means a ton.


     

    I know sometimes it feels like I



    Don’t hear a word you say.



    I swear to you, it isn’t true,



    I think of your words every day.


     

    I don’t think I could ever really



    Express how thankful I am,



    To have a wondrous friend like you,



    A guarding, guiding hand.


     

    Thank you, Chigens.


  3. Otter

    Whispers of Winter

    By Otter,

    The cold of winter


     

    Pierces like splinter


     

    Chilling you down to the bone


     
     
     

    The snowflakes are falling


     

    With the Gray Jays calling


     

    Singing their sweet sullen tone


     
     
     

    The wind in the trees


     

    Icy and free


     

    The monotone lands all around


     
     
     

    The stillness and calm


     

    As the days carry on


     

    Not a thing in the world makes a sound


     

    -HT


  4. Otter

    Update #3: The Thief

    By Otter,

    So I'm five hours into the visualization stage. I'm having a much harder time with this than I would have thought. Getting the proportions right has been quite a hassle. I'm getting better at seeing Twi's complete form, but sometimes the proportions are still messed up. Hopefully, I'll get better at this as I go along, because my visualization skills as of right now are pretty abysmal.
     
    Something strange has begun to happen, a strange occurrence that I feel is a sign of sorts: Whenever I'm not tulpaforcing, I feel miserable and empty. It's only when I'm back on the couch, visualizing Twi, that I feel complete again. I hope this is a sign that I'm making some good progress, and not just a sign that I'm totally off my face. Maybe it's Twi's way of giving me an incentive: "You want your happiness back? Finish me up and I'll be glad to give it to you!" Damn thieving mare...
     
    (Lost? Frightened? Confused? GOOD! Have a look-see around this website: "http://www.tulpa.info". It'll bring you up to speed.)
     
    (LOL insert guilt-tripping phrase directed at Urdnot here LOL)
  5. Otter

    2012

    By Otter,

    ...Party like, like it's 2012... Except that the world, actually didn't end, so this song's, a bit pointless now, so go eat your own face... Whoaoooaaa, go suck on my fat... thumb...
     
    ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
     
    Okay, terrible parodies aside, this year has been... strange. (Congratulations, Mr. Understatement.) Let's see, what was the first notable thing that happened this year...
     
    Oh yeah, I became a Brony! That was certainly unexpected. If you went back in time to May 1st, 2012, and told me that in 24 hours I would become a Brony, I probably would have shot you with a shotgun. If you would have told me that become obsessed with My Little Pony, to the point where I buy the brushables and style their manes for 3+ hours at a time, my computer's primary color scheme would be purple and pink, and I would proudly wear a variety of shirts and other garments depicting ponies, I probably would have wailed like a banshee and thrown you into an incredibly hot fire.
     
    I bought a longboard and spent a ridiculous amount of time going back and forth on the same sidewalk for hours at a time. Summer is boring...
     
    For the first time in my life, I got a PC with acceptable performance. Kind of helped me mellow out a bit, because when I was stuck using a turdbook (netbook, for those of you not familiar with my vernacular), the constant lock ups would make me go into rage mode and start smashing anything within a ten foot radius.
     
    I got a job at the worst place in the world, and I continue to torture myself by remaining in its employ.
     
    I got a permit and a car. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEno, seriously. Neither of them are of much use to me yet, because I have to have a parent with me at all times (DUH).
     
    I'm in my final semester of high school, and I still have absolutely no plans for what I'm going to do with my life once I graduate. I really need to work on finding something that I enjoy so I'm not stuck working at fast food restaurants for the rest of my life...
     
    I may or may not have bipolar disorder. I haven't been to a psychiatrist yet, so the jury's still out on this one. I'm trying to get an appointment set up for next week. We'll see what happens.
    ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
     
    So yep, that's my entire year in a tiny little nutshell. All in all, it's been a pretty fantastic year. So with the way things usually work out for me, 2013 is going to be downright awful. Can't wait...
  6. Otter

    5,000 Views!

    By Otter,

    Whoopee. Thanks for reading my random, stupid, and pointless wittering. As a present... I have nothing to give you. So just listen to this song instead:
     
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v9DpPOsWNdQ&list=FLx2zUdvSLthdxWftPQG-27Q&index=2
     
     
    (This won't be the last time I use this song in a blog. OOO! Foreshadowing!)
  9. Otter
    So I had to make a portfolio of twenty pictures for my final assignment. Here's my favorites:
     

    A tree.
     

    A play-fort.
     

    Beware the Bed-Creeper.
     

    My favorite photo out of the lot.
     
     
    You may have noticed a theme with the pictures. All but one of them depict snow. It just snowed this morning, and I'm freakin' stoked! It was about damn time it snowed around here...
  11. Otter
    It's a video I made. WATCH IIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTT
     
     

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fISJEDGjBA0
     
    (You may be asking yourself, "Why is he wearing that goofy hat on top of another hat?" I'm just as clueless as you are, bro.)
  12. Otter

    More Customer Woes

    By Otter,

    *OH SHIT, HE'S TALKING ABOUT McDONALD'S AGAIN! RUN AND HIDE!*
     
    So there was two annoying tween girls who waltzed into the store today. They walked up to me and said:
     
    "What's a McFlurry? Is it, like, a shake?"
     
    To which I replied: "No, it's ice cream with various fillings put in."
     
    Her reply: "So..."
     
    Me: "It's not a shake."
     
    "Oh, OK."
     
    Customer: "How many is a McFlurry?" (Jesus Christ! "How many is a McFlurry?" What kind of retarded bozo is this little shit? I mean, she was from the US, she wasn't foreign or just beginning to learn the language! God damn, the idiocy of people in this country is unbelievable.)
     
    Me: "What? Do you mean 'How much is a McFlurry?'"
     
    Customer: "Oh, yeah."
     
    Me: "It's $2.29." (It was at this point where rage started to fill me. I was thinking: "THE PRICE IS RIGHT UP THERE ON THE FUCKING MENU!!!! USE YOUR GOD DAMN EYES AND READ FOR ONCE!!!!")
     
    Customer: "K, I'll have, like, one of those Oreo McFlurries and two chocolate chip frappes."
     
    Me: "That'll be $9.59."
     
    So, DitzyMcStupidBreath and her numbskulled friend, all while giggling like invalids, proceed to dump ten nasty, crumpled up dollars into a pile on the counter. I was about to slit her throat.
     
    Me: "*counting change* Your order number is 69."
     
    And in a voice that I sincerely hope was loud enough for them to hear, I said: "Now take your damn change and go fucking die."
     
     
    That was the first time I've cussed at a customer. It felt SO good.
  14. Otter
    You wanna hear a story and an opinion from your dear old pal HM? Whass'at? You... you said no? You said... NO? Well dat right der is unb'leev'ble. How dare you. (And now a JonTron clip for emphasis.)

     
    So I've been in Phoenix over the weekend for a concert. It was a concert featuring ten different bands, eight of which I could care less about. The artists I was excited for were TobyMac and RED, two of my all time favorite groups. Well, it turns out I have friends in high places, so to speak. My grandfather knows TobyMac's sister, so she got me and my family FREE front row seats to this concert. Needless to say, it was pretty freakin' awesome.
     
    But on the long, boring drive over to Phoenix, I experienced a revival of sorts. I can't explain it, but something happened, and as a result, I seem to be a lot more passionate about the Brony fandom. Maybe it was simply because an eight hour drive gives one a LOT of time to think.
     
    In light of my recent revival, I watched the Season 3 premiere today. Well, I watched the first part yesterday, but I was too much of a deadbeat to watch the second part. I just finished watching the second part. It was pretty good, definitely not my favorite entry, but a solid one nonetheless. I just had a couple of issues with it: Number one, King Sombra went down way too fast. (I'll try to remain spoiler-free here) He barely even fought. The barrier failed, then WHAMMO. He's outta there. Major weak sauce. Also, there were too many damn songs. I'm probably alone on this, but I HATE musicals. My hatred for musicals is more than my hatred for the Macintosh OS and Windows 8 combined. I would rather 69 a porcupine than watch a musical. Thank God for mute buttons. But other than that, the episode was pretty good. I'm excited to see what comes next.
     
    Good job. You made it through my psychotic ramblings. A winner is you. Here's your prize:
     
     
  15. Otter

    I Need a Day Off

    By Otter,

    Ugh... I haven't gotten a remotely decent night's sleep in 5 days. I really want to call in sick, I know it's lying, but I don't care. Sleep is probably the most important thing in the world to me. I'm tired of getting up at the ass crack of dawn to work at a job that I hate so as to earn an incredibly measly paycheck. As I sit here, my mind is racing, contemplating viable excuses to use to escape from work. I've already had a cold a few months back, so I can't use that. Also, I can't simply make up something, I really need to be sick, because my dad would never let me just call in sick if I wasn't truly sick. Stomach/vomit problems seem like the most viable option right now. I could try eating something disgusting and then punching myself in the stomach until I throw up. Stabbing myself is an option, though a trip to the ER doesn't sound especially nice for my day off. I think what I'll do is mix up some fake vomit and throw it on my floor, so when dad comes to wake me up in the morning (I have an alarm clock, but my will to sleep is far too strong to allow me to be awoken by such a feeble device) he'll see it and call McDonald's for me.
     
    And please, don't give me any of your bullshit: "Whatever HM, I have to get up at -2:00 am in the morning and work for 22,000 hours a day, 10 days a week." I realize that there are jobs which are a lot worse than mine; they require more effort from the employee, the shifts are longer, bla bla bla. I don't care. I'm 15. I'm barely of legal working age. Especially on weekdays, when I have to work for anywhere from 4 to 7 hours, then come home and do school, in which I'm basically required to get straight A's, lest my parents force me to pay for my own insurance, which would make me pretty much royally fucked as my paychecks are astoundingly small. (Yeah, that sentence had more grammatical errors than the entire state of Texas, but whatever.)
     
     
     
    TL;DR: I'm tired and I want a day off.
     
    (P.S. I don't hate Texans. Please don't be offended by that joke, because it was just that: A JOKE. We don't really like Texans here in our town, because all we get is the moronic tourist-y kind of Texans. It's a big joke around here. Don't take it seriously.)
  16. Otter

    I <3 You, Air Trekkers!

    By Otter,

    (Let me be clear, I'm not trying to sell a product to you with this post. I just wanted to share how much I love Air Trekkers.)
     
    So I've been wanting to upgrade my jumping stilts ever since I got 'em. Sure, they work well enough, but this particular model was intended for tiny little imps (children) and as such, I couldn't reach the appropriate jumping height necessary for flips and the like. So today, I went to order some a new pair. air-trekkers.com had a clearance sale on last year's model. The only difference between last year's and this year's model was the leg strap, which was no big deal for me. So I placed a pair in my cart, went to checkout, and there was an error with shipping. I tried multiple times, each ending in the same result. So, I decided to use their phone number and see if I could order over the phone. I dialed the number, and within 5 seconds, a representative answered. He was superb. He was attentive, courteous, and he seemed to actually care about what I had to say. I told him about the shipping conking out for some reason. So he upgraded me to this year's model ($299) for last year's price ($230). He also knocked five bucks off the cost of shipping, since Oregon and Colorado are relatively close to each other.
     
    This was the best customer service experience I've ever had. This is why I love small(er) businesses, they actually take the time to care about their customers.
     
    But great customer service is not the only reason I love Air Trekkers so much. They also manufacture the best products for the best price, according to my research. (And thus we enter into the boring, historical part of the post. If you don't like history or boring things, you should probably leave now.) For you see, back in the mystical years long past, or in other words 2003, a man by the name of Alexander Boeck patented jumping stilts. He owns the exclusive rights to the design of jumping stilts. For a while, there was only one factory that manufactured jumping stilt parts, so every pair was essentially the same, no matter what brand it was. However, in 2011, Air Trekkers acquired their own factory to produce their own exclusive parts. This means that while all the other brands are basically the exact same thing, Air Trekkers are lighter and stronger (and better looking, in my opinion). And they have the best price in the business.
     
    (Again, just to make myself clear, I'm not trying to sell you these things. All I want to do is share why I think Air Trekkers are so great.)
  17. Otter
    There's some crap I wanted to talk about, but the topics weren't big enough to make them each their own separate blog entry, so I grouped them all together. Here we go.
     
     
    #1: This Forum.
    In the four, maybe five months that I've been here, this forum has really become important to me. It's great to be able to discuss things with like-minded individuals. It's also very refreshing to see a forum on which fights don't break out every fifth of a femtosecond.
     
    #2: My Brother.
    My brother is the only person on this world that would make me feel genuine grief if he died. Sure, I like my parents, it's not as if I hate them or anything, but I just don't have that strong of a connection to them. My brother, on the other hand, is not only a close relative of mine, but a great friend as well. I feel as if I could talk to him about anything, something I can say about only a precious few people.
     
    #3: Powerbocking Continued.
    Jumping stilts are an addiction. I can't stop. I feel so free when I use them, and so weak when I don't. Even if my body is aching and my heart is racing, I just can't seem to quit. (I feel like I have more to say about this subject, but I can't put it into words, so I guess that's it.)
     
     
    Well that was torture fun, wasn't it?
  19. Otter

    Powerbocking

    By Otter,

    It's my new favorite pastime (Other than the internet, of course.) For those of you who don't know (Which is probably all of you), Powerbocking is the sport which utilizes jumping stilts. The name is derived from the inventor of jumping stilts, Alexander Bock. Jumping stilts are stilts that let you jump up to six feet high, run at twenty miles an hour, and take strides up to nine feet. This is the most fun I've had in a long time. The feeling of being able to jump that high is indescribable. It's completely different from jumping on a trampoline. It uses a bunch of muscles you probably didn't even know you had.
     
    If you've never tried jumping stilts, I definitely recommend you try it.
  20. Otter

    The End of an Era

    By Otter,

    When I'm alone, my mind wanders. When it wanders, I usually end up getting depressed, because my mind drifts to my memories of the late '90s, which I like a lot better than now. As I sit here, my mind aimlessly meandering throughout my memories of life, it becomes alarmingly apparent that the end of an era is upon me. Eight months. Eight months is all I have left before I graduate. Eight months before I graduate, much too short a time.
     
    Graduation has come far too quick (Partly my fault for being too damn smart), and I don't feel adequately prepared for what's to come. These eight months are going to go by blindingly fast, so I need to treasure them as much as I can. And yet, I have a terrible feeling that I'm just going to squander them, doing samey things like sitting here on these forums. Not that I wish to imply that I don't like it here, but I'm on here every day. I need these eight months to be exciting. I need to spend as much time with family and friends as possible. I want these eight months to be the best months of my life, because this life I live now will end when that cursed ceremony draws to a close.
     
    There are so many things that I feel that I need to do: I want desperately to find a roller rink. These were my favorite places as a kid, but I haven't been to one in years. I know that rollerblading is all but dead, but still... Just to go hang out with some friends at a roller rink for a precious few hours. I want to go on a long drive through the night with my parents and brother (I know that sounds lame, but you have no idea how much long drives mean to me). Most of all, I just want to invite some friends over, buy some Super Pretzels, and watch the Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy. I want to have a sleepover like we used to have; staying up late, telling "scary" stories, watching movies, and eating various junk food.
     
    And sadly, I don't think any of those will ever happen. Me and my friends have changed too much, we can't do things like that anymore, which is absolutely tragic. Needless to say, I'm not looking forward to graduation AT ALL. For all the times I've prayed that God would make time go faster, I wish I could go back and tell myself not to waste my time pissing about and waiting to leave home. Because now that the time is almost upon me, I wish nothing more than to go back to being a kid.
  22. Otter

    Concerning Me

    By Otter,

    Looking at my family, I realize how weird and different from them I am. My family members are all normal, fitting the stereotypes of what a 40+ year old man, 40+ year old woman, and a teenage guy should be. They engage in the normal activities, my parents dieting, exercising, my dad chopping wood, mowing the lawn, and other such menial tasks. My brother hangs out with friends, goes longboarding, works at a part time job, etc. They dress normally, act normally, talk normally, they are as normal as they come.
     
    And then there's this freak. I rarely venture beyond the hallowed bounds of my room, going outside only to check the mail when a package is expected. My wardrobe is quite strange, a mix between punk/gangsta garb and nerdy shirts, unkempt hair, a faded old camo hat, and a bunch of multicolored bracelets. My tastes in music are odd (At least as far as my family is concerned), ranging from rap to jazz. I do nothing except goof around on my computer all day. Even my dad, who is a computer programmer, says I spend too much time on the computer. I never eat breakfast, I don't eat three meals a day (I only eat two meals a day if I'm feeling especially hungry), I could probably survive on a diet of nothing but soda and monitor glow. I don't talk much, but when I'm with friends, I act very goofy.
     
    I probably have the highest IQ in the family (not to brag or anything), but I'm lazy. As such, my grades are usually only A-'s or B's (In my family, that's almost worse than murdering someone.). I'm left-handed, which is odd, considering everyone else in my family (immediate or extended) is right-handed.
     
    Oh well, I don't want to be normal anyway. Life is so much better when you're a freak. Individuality is much better than mediocrity.
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