Lord Gregorio

You guys last night I saw the worst play of my entire life!

Actors forgot lines, props went missing, the director had to give lines, someone LITERALLY got knocked out, and the whole set started to go kaputz.

It was awful.

I keep threatening to braid peoples' hair. It's oddly satisfying how well it works.

Own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended. Four ruffians break into my house. "What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended.

Own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended. Four ruffians break into my house. "What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended.

As the last vestiges of Valentines Day slip away into the moonlit sky, the little lights flickering on the horizon are blown out.

Hearts are so fragile. We give them away too easily. Though, in some sense, that’s what they’re meant for. What’s a heart if not to be broken and healed?

Dewey Duck is my spirit animal.

For this reason, Ben Schwartz is my favorite voice actor and I like just about every cartoon he's in.

I just feel like doing one of these.

First, for all you math nerds out there, here is the accumulation of a little simple project I've been working on since...oh, probably somewhere in 9th grade, about two years ago. I've been slowly adding to it over time, and this is where it's at now...

https://www.desmos.com/calculator/na7wmcrlwe

In other news, I have to write a talk today for Church tomorrow. I've already given a talk in Stake Conference, a few years ago...so I should be fine...I think...

Also, on New Years Eve, my mom introduced me to a beverage called Rushin' Tea. It's basically just orange juice, lemon juice, water, sugar, and vanilla extract heated up and mixed together. But I might be a little addicted because I've made it four or five times for myself since then, including today...It's just really tasty...

So yeah.

I don't really do life updates. Not sure why I'm doing one now. But here it is.

Who here watches Studio C? 

(yes that’s literally it)

oh so by the way this is kinda rushed uh yall remember river?

yeah my lil sister figure?

still alive poggers

went to a mental hospital again and was radio silent for a while so thats why nothing has been heard from her.

she called me yesterday and she's like facing her traumas and stuff im so proud. she goes by her birth name now, which i shan't share, but she's also like

joining the shard

right now.

@Kayk:) this is she

say hello.

[AUDIO LOG MP-3: DAY 3]

*Begin Log*

(Sounds can be heard of someone fidgeting with a cassete player. The supposed sound of a cassete being loaded in and the lid closing plays. A button is pressed, and whirring is heard.)

Man 1: *cough* Day, uh, day 3 inside this.. this place. Food is uh, still around, but it's running out. I'm not sure how much was meant to be here, anyways.

(Sounds of stretching fabric and a can bangs against something else made of metal. At this point, the man cursed, and could be heard rubbing his arm. Presumably, he banged the can, and maybe his fingers, on perhaps a metal shelf the can was on)

Man 1: Ow... damn, that hurt. *shuffling* There is a uh, a guitar here. I don't know how to play.

(The man paused here.)

Man 1: Hm. Listen, if anyone's out there, or if somebody comes across these tapes, could you look into this place for me? I do not know what this place is, but it messes with you. The longer you're here, the more things you see. Just this morning, I woke up and there was something like a bear or something.. leaning over me and growling. But it was all bristly and black. I don't know what it was. And.. and I can sometimes hear voices, coming from the halls outside. Childrens voices. Singing.

(Shaky sigh from the man. He is audibly scared.)

Man 1: It's terrifying. I'll check back in tomorrow, hopefully I can find a way out of here.

*End Log*

[AUDIO LOG MP-3: DAY 3]

*Begin Log*

(Sounds can be heard of someone fidgeting with a cassete player. The supposed sound of a cassete being loaded in and the lid closing plays. A button is pressed, and whirring is heard.)

Man 1: *cough* Day, uh, day 3 inside this.. this place. Food is uh, still around, but it's running out. I'm not sure how much was meant to be here, anyways.

(Sounds of stretching fabric and a can bangs against something else made of metal. At this point, the man cursed, and could be heard rubbing his arm. Presumably, he banged the can, and maybe his fingers, on perhaps a metal shelf the can was on)

Man 1: Ow... damn, that hurt. *shuffling* There is a uh, a guitar here. I don't know how to play.

(The man paused here.)

Man 1: Hm. Listen, if anyone's out there, or if somebody comes across these tapes, could you look into this place for me? I do not know what this place is, but it messes with you. The longer you're here, the more things you see. Just this morning, I woke up and there was something like a bear or something.. leaning over me and growling. But it was all bristly and black. I don't know what it was. And.. and I can sometimes hear voices, coming from the halls outside. Childrens voices. Singing.

(Shaky sigh from the man. He is audibly scared.)

Man 1: It's terrifying. I'll check back in tomorrow, hopefully I can find a way out of here.

*End Log*

[AUDIO LOG MP-3: DAY 3]

*Begin Log*

(Sounds can be heard of someone fidgeting with a cassete player. The supposed sound of a cassete being loaded in and the lid closing plays. A button is pressed, and whirring is heard.)

Man 1: *cough* Day, uh, day 3 inside this.. this place. Food is uh, still around, but it's running out. I'm not sure how much was meant to be here, anyways.

(Sounds of stretching fabric and a can bangs against something else made of metal. At this point, the man cursed, and could be heard rubbing his arm. Presumably, he banged the can, and maybe his fingers, on perhaps a metal shelf the can was on)

Man 1: Ow... damn, that hurt. *shuffling* There is a uh, a guitar here. I don't know how to play.

(The man paused here.)

Man 1: Hm. Listen, if anyone's out there, or if somebody comes across these tapes, could you look into this place for me? I do not know what this place is, but it messes with you. The longer you're here, the more things you see. Just this morning, I woke up and there was something like a bear or something.. leaning over me and growling. But it was all bristly and black. I don't know what it was. And.. and I can sometimes hear voices, coming from the halls outside. Childrens voices. Singing.

(Shaky sigh from the man. He is audibly scared.)

Man 1: It's terrifying. I'll check back in tomorrow, hopefully I can find a way out of here.

*End Log*