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Male, 33 years old. (I'm even more dead than before.)

Likes (other than writing and roleplaying): I'm into all genres of music. I love to cook. I love the outdoors, and walking through the park near my house. (Yes, really.) I read a lot of thriller/mystery novels. And I usually watch seasonal anime. (Or cooking shows. Because Western Media provides even fewer things that are worth watching.)

But as for my many other neglected hobbies, I've played basically every sport. (Soccer and Bowling being my favorite of the bunch.) And I'm trying to play more video games. (Going through my never-ending Steam library.) Plus, I've dabbled in making electronic & metal music, and I used to play a number of instruments. (Guitar, French Horn, etc.)

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Miles had already leaned back and looked up into the pure blue above. Imagining the same outdoor basketball court that he played on earlier this morning. As he continued to push himself further forward; like his feet had when they were zipping across the concrete slab. With both of his hands firmly gripping onto the ropes - or rather - what soon became the striped orange ball which determined who was victorious. Counting down the seconds left in his head to make the winning shot, while he was still halfway listening to his friend’s hesitant response. Similar to the shouts that Miles heard from those he blew straight past, on his way to the three-pointer line. Conner’s actually single? He repeated in sheer disbelief. Envisioning his final throw entering through the net, just before the buzzer ran out, and remembering how he turned to look at the sea of begrudging faces of his teammates and opponents alike. As Miles noticed the score had always been lopsided in their favor. Something he probably should’ve known all along...but he was only concerned with being the top scorer on either team.

Beginning to skid his velcro shoes across the grass below, until he was slowed to a complete stop. Now snapped back in reality and facing his clearly embarrassed friend, approaching to his side and leaning closer to him. As Miles’ smile had diminished at the line that he seemed to have crossed once again. Does this mean...he hasn’t even tried to confess to the person that he likes yet? Miles concluded, while trying to imagine whoever this ideal someone could be. Well aware of how flirtatious Conner had been, with more than a few of the beachgoers during their months-long journey.

Hmm. Well judging by those he’s tried to strike up a conversation with. I don’t think he’d be interested in someone like me. Well, my type I mean. Let alone anyone who only just learned how to swim- Miles speculated in a moment of silence, with his left hand gently scratching the back of his neck. Much better at hiding the emotions behind his returning smile, as he attempted to read Conner’s expression. No—whomever he likes now, isn’t important for me to know. And I shouldn’t be so nosy- He protested, before proceeding to speak out regardless.

“Then why haven’t you asked them out yet?” Miles pried, with his blue eyes sparkling. “I’m sure they’d go out with you-” He asserted, with confidence. Although, it was up to how perceptive Conner had been, to know whether or not it was based solely on Miles' own personal experiences. As Miles tended to be the one who got asked out by both sexes, at least a few times since he was in Conner’s company. Always seeming to say yes at every request that came his way, regardless of the circumstances. Although, nobody ever seemed to go beyond their first date, for reasons Miles never spoke about.
Figured I'd send this to say that I'll be posting tomorrow.
I spent my whole afternoon going out and filling out job applications for somebody else.

My recent apartment complex was in local news recently for being forced to vacate a whole building full of residents, for a mold problem that was big enough to be seen as a structural hazard. (Gee, I wonder why I haven't seen my security deposit yet.)

And I had to learn that songbirds are dying here, because of some mysterious blinding disease, since one is currently crying outside of my front house and I'm very sad now.

That, and shoulder/neck pain that won't go away, has been my day summed up.
Been playing the sh*t out of Grim Dawn for the past few days. (ARPG, akin to Diablo 2.) Got it for me and a friend of mine, while it was only 6 bucks on Steam. Recommended to anyone who likes these kind of games.

My only 'git gud' gripe, is that every time I've died thus far (which in fairness is only like 9 or so times) never felt like it was my fault, or like it could've been avoidable through better play. No, it's 'super deadly environmental effect' or 'a move of some kind' just one-shotted you. Usually when you're seconds away from killing whatever killed you first.
I woke up to discover that my phone number has changed back to an older one, without any prompting, rhyme nor reason. So...that was a fun diversion of my time.
It was probably no coincidence that Frolic had always been quick to get in the middle of things. Rushing up from behind his trainer, and disrupting their conversation with a bright greeting. “Bre-loom!” The mushroom pokemon announced, with a smile and crimson claws held high. Causing Miles to turn around and notice that the young girl and her Skitty had already taken off. Hmm. Kids these days never seem to slow down. Miles noted in thought, while gently brushing away the hair that shrouded his face. Before watching the energetic raptor swiftly approach Conner and extend both of his claws out for ‘a firm handshake’. Though his friend wasn’t likely to forget that it was more akin to a challenge⁠—given how hyper competitive Frolic seemed to be in Conner’s presence. However, Miles soon interrupted Frolic with an answer, while simultaneously returning the Breloom back into his pokeball.

“We can talk more, up on the hill.” Miles replied in a playful tone. As he began to dash across the grassy field—racing toward the park benches where he had laid his bike. “First one to the top, gets to be on the tree swing!” He called out to him. With no surprises to where his two pokemon got their competitive spirit. As the young athlete managed to run alongside with his bike⁠—and still impress a few bystanders with how fast his legs could carry him. Giving his surfing buddy a chance to spot something bright red, out from the corner of his eye. But the source of it would disappear too quickly from his sight, for him to know what it really was. So it was easy to mistake the sudden light for something else.

At least until both of them saw it together...
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There were no proper words for Miles to describe how beautiful the scenery was to look at from this height. Even if the peace and quiet had gotten a little awkward between them, as Miles hadn’t spoken a word since the two of them were left alone. After already letting his two pokemon outside to enjoy the view too—and his ‘wingman’ Paragon had assertively escorted Frolic away from the large pink tree. Keeping the anxious Breloom sitting on top of his shell, as the Heracross did some push-ups.

“I um-” Miles started out, with a short pause to reconsider his words. Sounding far less upbeat than he tended to be in this situation. “This might sound like a weird question but...do you have anybody that you like?” Miles asked, while watching a school of Magikarp jumping in and out of the calm waters below. Before Miles looked over to Conner and smiled casually in response to his friend’s initial reaction. Trying to make himself seem merely curious, as he prepared for what he anticipated to hear.
I really want at least one "No Good Deed Goes Unpunished" shirt. Because damn, if that scenario doesn't apply to most of my interactions over these past two days.

I had a lot of my time wasted today. (For stupid and unimportant reasons.) So I'm just updating you, to let you know that I plan to post something tomorrow.

Edit: Because of luck (and assholes irl), I have a full blown migraine and feel miserably ill. So I'll complete a post after a nap.

Edit 2: Happy 4th, btw. (Hope you're enjoying your Independence Day weekend.)
Hmm. I'm too much of a realist (or perhaps a pessimist) to think that two years is ample time to do much of anything to "fix any country". Let alone the whole world in the process. So I'm at a bit of a loss. (Especially, considering that I would need to change the people's hearts and minds in that time. To maintain whatever changes that I'm capable of producing.)

So I guess I won't commit the crime of Americentrism, and just go with something I know that *anyone* in this position could do, if they actually wanted to help the vast majority of people.

That answer being: Cut government spending and individual's taxes unilaterally. Because even two years of that, is far better than nothing or the total inverse of that. And because, sometimes, I think its better to assume that you alone don't know more than everybody else. So perhaps, less reasons for direct involvement and needs to have no resistance to progress, is key to helping others. But that's just my two cents.



What was the last piece of advice that you had taken to heart, and used to improve yourself or your situation? Or, at least, who was the last person to give you some good or necessary advice in life?
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