Turning Over A New Leaf.

Since I was a little kid I've dreamed of being a Professional Gamer. Not knowing how to achieve this task an never hearing of any Professional Gamers, I deducted it's a mythical achievement created by the imaginations of children in an attempt to hold on to their childhood forever. Quickly to the point, I have reached a level of gaming and realized the path I need to take to reach that occupation. I'm going to follow my dream and be the very best. My group, Team Jungle Carry, will be the best there ever was. To get to Texas, where they all live, is my real test, and to train with them is my cause. I will travel across the states to train with them hard and wise. Each champion to understand, and the power within Ryze. League of Legends!!!

On the real, this is my goal.
I will achieve it.
It's just a matter of time.

RIP Jeremy the Cricket.

There is another cricket in the exact spot Jeremy died...

I left her alone.

Time for Progress.

Enfeebled in time, unable to conjure forth enough motivation to complete simple everyday tasks. I lie rotting in a stale period of stagnation, unmotivated to develop causing an inability to succeed. I have several paths through life to choose from. As one door opens and others swing shut, I lie undisturbed, unknowingly getting passed by the generations before me. So smart, yet so dumb, why do I let my ability wither? The ability to easily succeed at anything I put my mind to, anyone would want that but there can only be one. However the curse, an incapability to be willed into using my intellect.

I lack structure, something to keep me on a route to progress myself into my intended being.

The military, they will fix me.