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Johncarllos
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« Reply #1158 on: 24 May 2008, 18:02:44 » |
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Because the block of text was gross. If you split it up or condensed it to be a little quicker to read then okay. I'll read it right now to make you feel better. Posted on: May 24, 2008, 12:59:02 PM
Wow, that does seem like an entertaining day. How mean did the cowboy say what he said? |
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ChaosVortex
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« Reply #1163 on: 25 May 2008, 20:03:42 » |
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Yesterday, I graduated. Throwing our caps in the air and whatnot. All of it was great. Even the mess ups during the ceremony. Some old lady was making a long boring speech involving "Mr. Rogers". About halfway in her speech when she said, "Let me return to the subject of Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood", I muttered, "Sweet Jesus, THE MAN IS DEAD. MOVE ON." The band played "America the Beautiful", and they sucked. Microphones squealed, you couldn't hear the flutes, whoever played the tuba was goddamn awful. It was SO BAD, that it was AWESOME. We couldn't stop laughing, especially when we started to hear singing.
"Wait. Are they singing?"
"Yup."
"I can't hear them..."
"Dear God, this is almost the same music played when Bambi's mother dies..."
"I feel dead inside..."
After all that junk, I met up with my Dad who congratulated me. I followed him to the parking lot where someone had dropped a black case. I opened it up and inside was a Sony Digital Camera. No one else was around, so it was safe to assume it was my new graduation gift.
I went back home. Grabbed some gear like swimming trunks and a towel. I drove to the school and waited for about an hour playing Mega Man: Powered Up in the car. The gates opened and we all boarded the bus to go to Daytona Lagoon for Project Graduation. The buses were so crowded (People were sitting in the walkway), and everyone was complaining about the excess body heat.
Later that night, me and a couple of friends swam, played arcades, and mostly rode the karts. There was a drawing for prizes like a laptop, SD Memory cards, headphones, microwaves, refrigerators, coffee makers, etc.; but I never won a single one.
We went back to the school at 2 AM, where we drove back home. Great night.
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Jakey
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« Reply #1169 on: 26 May 2008, 07:25:15 » |
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Well you want my opinion (and you do, otherwise you wouldn't have posted it), I think you gotta stop being stubborn. Never flies very well. Whatever you're fighting about, you gotta just chisel off a piece of your pride and just be like, "okay, this is stupid. Let's stop." She will appreciate it and I you will too.
Then again, I hardly know you, and I certainly don't know her, and I certainly definitely don't know the situation, so my advice is most likely poopsmagoo.
I have had a freaking excellent day, but I can't talk about it or else I'll just sound like "OHHH LOOKIT ME AND ME GIRLFREEEENENDNDNDND LOOL!!!"
We are almost nine months though. If I impregnated her on the first day we started dating, little Brendon would be kicking and screaming by now.
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ASR
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« Reply #1175 on: 26 May 2008, 17:47:07 » |
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I used to like to talk about my problems with other people, and then I realized that nobody else really does have the answers.
My entire life has been a do-it-yourself story, and I've only just recently realized that, and the sad thing is there are large gaps of my life that I really do need to keep 100% secret from my close friends and people in general. Only my family and two friends know about certain segments of my life, and both are girls. My parents don't know I've told anyone. There's one guy I would consider telling, but I'm waiting a bit longer until I feel I need to.
All in all, what I'm getting at is that I'm a strong proponent of people figuring out their problems on their own, because of course you're going to make mistakes and fail some of the time, but that shapes you into the person you are, and in turn, the person you are shapes the outcomes of every situation you fall into.
A lot of people come to me with their problems, but naturally it's hypocritical for me to give advice if I think people should solve things on their own, so it gets really tough because I've been told I do give good advice. Thus, my entire philosophy is shattered.
When it comes to my own problems, I tend to always take a humorous approach if I feel the need to share them. If I really want to tell someone about how bad my day was, I make it an entertaining story.
That way, people really do care and you're not bothering them in the process.
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Captain Sanoguchi
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« Reply #1187 on: 27 May 2008, 21:53:52 » |
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Today...
I went to my first day of College, I had to skip out on half a day of High School to do it even.
So, anyway... I went to class and stuff, the teacher's all like a lumberjack and stuff, he's like a JC, but with curly, red hair and a bunch of art degrees. So yeah, he just told the class things about stuff. Speaking of the class, I seem to be the youngest and the tallest amongst my classmates.
Anyboo, Teacher guy let the class out 3 hours early, which was awesome. So, I walked home, which I love walking, so it's all cool and stuff. The only hard part was finding my way off of the campus.
So yeah, Community College doesn't seem to be too much different from regular school. 'Cept the people are different, but like a better kind of different.
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