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(First Blog (Attempt))

Engineering school, buttloaded full of amazement and wonder, quickly found itself lost in procrastination.

Earlier in the day I was approached by the famous Mr. Kevin about starting a blog, I must have rubbed one off well with him because this idea isn't suggested to just anyone. I took upon his suggestion and dove into the blogging world. More and more projects were being added to my pile before I could finish the semester, so, why wouldn't I fuck it all off and jump into blogging? Of course making a blog account wasn't at first an easy task. With google dictating websites like blogger and youtube, the idea of fixing up accounts to have TinyArcade, and Nik and I's blogs tie together would sound peaches and cream, but that of course wasn't how it went down. Hours were spent figuring out what should have been a walk through the daisies. So now instead of studying and doing something school related to better my GPA, I'm saying FUCK THAT, and typing out a blog that will be read by all, swallowed by the masses, and then regurgitated onto the mouths of all their young ones.

So, with out further adieu, my first blog will be a story of sorts, a story of sorrow, happiness and just something to get all you fuckers rock hard by tall tales of excellency.

This story is a life lesson of sorts, a real nutcracker, something that even I didn't expect. A story that faced our procrastinator and a certain company, a company that will remain anonymous. This company offered a position that seemed meaningless and just plain shitless. Our procrastinator felt he had no time to look into meaningful companies such as Raytheon and EMC, and that this offer that this company was offering would have to suffice. Our procrastinator found the interviewing process with this company menial, simple, and by the end of it he left knowing the cum was still dripping down the side of their mouths. But this didn't matter, was Miley Cyrus embarrassed about processing the same transaction with the millions watching her on television?
No.

So neither was our procrastinator. A week after interviewing, the company that was his previous employer re approached our hero with an offer. Well, fuck, now he has two jobs waiting on their knees and the choice was obvious but needed thought. After having to figure out housing on top of choosing the company that would take his seed, he received the call from said company about the offer he was being extended due to his performance in his interview. The procrastinator explained to him the time he would need to really give a concrete answer due to housing arrangements, after being the sack of shit this employer was, he agreed to be replied to at a later date. With both options weighed out, and nothing but living at home in mind, our hero decided to let this new company down, down hard, like telling a girlfriend you have herpes. He called back the employer no more than 15 hours later and explained to the sack of shit his decision and generously let the employer (though not subjected to) know about the other offer. Without hesitation the employer took the worst approach anyone not making the subject personal could have taken it. You don't go to strip club with your family and you don't take denials from a student looking for coops personally. But of course he took it to that level, "........Alex, if it ever comes to this again, I would never lie to an employer about your decision, it leaves a bad taste in their mouth". Fucked off real bad, our hero stepped back from the situation, "lying?", because the hero did not mention to the employer the job offer that was offered before his company offered a position on the earlier phone call, this was lying? Because housing was the biggest deciding factor when deciding on where to work the next semester (which he explained was why he couldn't give a concrete answer) our hero was lying? The procrastinator re-approached the scene, ready to fist. Retaliating the idea of lying and explaining calmly to the employer that he never lied, housing was needed to be dealt with and he did not take more time than was given on a decision. The employer chalk full of shit, so much that it came pouring through the crack supplied by the iphone receiver speaker, answered the only way he knew how, with such a personal response. Sounding like a girl after she is being begged to be forgiven after being cheated on, replied as such "Alex, it is what it is.....".  Baffled that a man could merge business and personal belief into a phone conversation in a mere seven minutes, our hero retorted his position, but was left unforgiven. The phone call was over and our hero, capeless, was left to sit next to a dead body that once housed a soul he could not save. Later that day he sent an email in response to the official offer letter that was sent to our hero an hour after this incident. The email offered an appology though lets not fuck around, our hero remained victor and still champion in this situation and wasnt owing anyone any shit sandwhich. But fuck, was he answered? Did this company responde and try and sort out the situation? Do Ducks have an ass? Im not entirely sure, but no. They didnt. And so our hero the procrastinator remained on top of the situation in his mind, but underneath it all, underneath the raw denial that made up our heroes exterior, lay the truth and that he knew that this fuck, this sheepish bitch won with the last word.

So, uhh, I guess this is what one does with a blog, maybe ill read other peoples blogs to give myself ideas for more fufilling stories that don't waste your time, im not really sure what this story had to do with video games or my Youtube channel. I suppose everyone works for real shit companies and have similiar stories, maybe this story will come across you and you sympathize with our hero. Our Hero will most likely return with stories that leave yourself feeling better because of his shit positions.
So stay tuned to Our Hero.

In regards to what else this blog will propose? I suppose there will be other stories not just about Our Hero, but about Video Games, Media, My opinion, because hey, if you didnt care about my opinion (very modest) you wouldnt be here in the first place. Maybe I'll post things that I feel won't go anywhere anyway and I don't feel sour for loosing it to the internet by means of blog, I suppose you just have to stop watching box office tv shows like Gossip Girls, or whatever everyone is watching now a days and read a good story.

Comment if you feel it just.

Heres a picture of a duck's ass.



- Alex