Pointless Announcements
It's not that they're monsters. They're attracted to monsters. Like for everything else, I blame Disney. Friggin' Beauty and the Beast.
I am attracted to monsters that smile. Or so it seems.
They're a rare breed.
I'm more interested in how Irina feels about that all being the obvious, and whether any of the guys here agree that it is, than in being told I am smart.
I'm still cranky.
Oh well then. Good job being articulate.
i was just cranky yesterday. Don't take it personally. You're a sweethart.
Si vis pacem, para bellum
Oh there were some nasty girls who thought they were better than me and my friends. But I think you get that anywhere, don't you?
Of course. I don't see it very much/at all at my school now though which is nice.
I went to private school extremely briefly. Just kindergarten and 1st grade. The last few months I was there, I was actually picked on quite a bit. That was because I'd "kissed" some boy in my class. I quote it because I maintain that I just wanted to know what his hair (on his head) felt like. On my lips. Just the tip. Just for a second. Just to see how it felt.
Anyway, for the rest of the year they would sing that song about me and him in a tree with a bunch of letters. Which in 1st grade is pretty equal to being called a coke whore. I was glad when we moved.
The only time I was really bullied (like daily tears) was by one girl in 5th grade. We went to high school together too but she just ignored me there. I'm sorry any of you had to deal with more serious stuff than that and longer.
I was never bullied. But my sister was quite badly.
The guy with whom I've had the longest relationship was a stoner with a fucking fantastic smile. Like I've never met anyone who smiled better than him. He smiled with his whole face all crinkled up like James Franco. He was 24 but had wrinkles everywhere, it was awesome. Smiles are nice. But I guess if I just see a picture of a guy I've never met before and he's smiling goofily, he just looks goofy.
Do you also prefer men with beady, soulless eyes and big ears?
The stoner guy I was just talking about... I'm still friends with him (poor guy, right?) and I STILL don't know what color his eyes are. They were always mostly closed. I don't remember his ears. So one out of two.
Dear Gabby,
You are obviously awesome because you have come here and carved out a place for yourslef. There are two reasons why that is especially awesome. One is because we are a close circle and we are often wary of letting new people in. To the point that we given new folks a hard time until they leave us alone. You got past that, it's not easy to do. I might have been here for six years, but I remember what it was like in the beginning. If it weren't for chat and Spike, I never would have made the cut.
Reason number two is that you are only sixteen, but we don't see you as a child. You are a young and intelligent woman. You are obviously still trying to figure out who you are and how life works, but you are open and honest about it. The last person your age to make it around here, that I know of, was Jessica. She was your age when she joined us and she is now just as much apart of this community as anyone else.
You are good people. High school sucks and realizing how shitty those girls are will make things both easier and harder. You'llget through and you will be a bbetter person for it.
"I'm glad I live in the GPS era. In a different century, I would've set off to visit the other side of the village and wandered off into the mountains and been eaten by a carnivorous plant. Or discovered the Americas."
-LaJessica
yeah
pretty much
Gabby, those girls can SUCK it. I'm so glad you are a smart and confident young woman. You WILL show those girls! They do sound jealous of you and its good that you're not letting that get you down and are using it as fuel to move forward in your life and make something of yourself. You are going to do fine and you're not some stupid sixteen year old, you're a beautiful and smart young woman. Cheers Gabby!
Whatever Whore!
Lily just brought me a card.
"hey mom? why is this card in my room?"
Opened it up and it reads:
To Amber
Happy Birthday!
22
May all your wishes and dreams come true
Love Mom
.............
Fuck
Making friends in chat helped me stick around too.
You are obviously awesome because you have come here and carved out a place for yourslef. There are two reasons why that is especially awesome. One is because we are a close circle and we are often wary of letting new people in. To the point that we given new folks a hard time until they leave us alone. You got past that, it's not easy to do. I might have been here for six years, but I remember what it was like in the beginning. If it weren't for chat and Spike, I never would have made the cut.
Reason number two is that you are only sixteen, but we don't see you as a child. You are a young and intelligent woman. You are obviously still trying to figure out who you are and how life works, but you are open and honest about it. The last person your age to make it around here, that I know of, was Jessica. She was your age when she joined us and she is now just as much apart of this community as anyone else.
You are good people. High school sucks and realizing how shitty those girls are will make things both easier and harder. You'llget through and you will be a bbetter person for it.
double plus good
I want to add to this or approve this or something, but I am just out of it and have no inspirational words in me at the moment.
Listen to Melody, Gabby.
Yeah, i agree with all of that too.
Yeah! Frank and Derek are the best.
For me it was Thag, Shana, Jane, Ludwig, Frank and Derek.
For me it was Z and Phil. My first letter exchange was with Z.
I was here for almost two years before I felt like I really bonded with anyone, or belonged at all.
Serious.
before that I stuck around because thing were interesting and humorous.
I'd say Jaz was my first real friend here. But we never talk anymore. We are drifted apart. 
I miss Jazzy.
Serious.
before that I stuck around because thing were interesting and humorous.
I'd say Jaz was my first real friend here. But we never talk anymore. We are drifted apart. I miss Jazzy.
I'm sowwy. I feel like an ass cuz I haven't had much time to talk to anyone really. Not like I used to. I even have to skip over a lot of posts because I fall behind and I have to kill spam and it sucks. However I still feel like you're one of my closest friends here pep. I'm definitely going to make a trip to visit you one of these days. And I miss you too and everyone else here. Except Pete, that guy's an asshole(hahaha I don't think I could ever say that with a straight face).
I think I annoyed most everyone at first. But I was very persistent. Eventually you guys just took it. Ironman was probably the first person who reached out to me in a friendly way. Very, very... friendly.
Anyway. I don't want to do anything this weekend except wallow. So I think I will.
Me too.
I was God awful at first, a real twerp.
Big big big roller derby bout today and I actually get to watch instead of doing official stuff =D And we are having Chinese for dinner! And tomorrow is rubbish but now I don't have to do shit on Mondays anymore so I get EXTRA WEEKEND! I think I'll just shower and get back in to fresh pyjamas on Monday, spoil myself. Oh yeaaaahhhh. The dream.
Guys, I acquired a bunch of criminal law, law theory, and psychology textbooks and that's all I've been wanting to read. It's raining today, the house is clean, and nobody feels like doing much, so I think I will spend the day self-educating.
There are a bunch of posts in a bunch of threads but I don't feel like reading them, so eventually I will have a lot of catching up to do. Have a nice day/weekend, y'all!
You can be Noah's lawyer and win the case and we can make a Cult Lifetime movie about it.
I've just opened a new pack of wet wipes I've never used before and they smell awesome. Hooray of the day, I guess.
Oh my god.
We must find a guest role for Meredith Baxter-Birney.
I'm not sleepy and it's 1 a.m. and this night is going to be horrible but I have to unglue my eyes from the computer and go to bed and pretend I'm trying to sleep.
Tomorrow it's 5 years since I've fallen in love.
I was just reading Wikipedia and man, Justine Bateman sure looks like shit these days.
I thought this was a subtle dig toward both Justin Bateman's looks AND manhood.
I made a child cry a lot at that bout today. He was a total wuss though, he was grabbing all the track tape to clean up but the rope was stuck to it so I went over to save the rope and explain how to do it properly and he just ran to his mum and started weeping! I was apologising loads to his mum and she was like, "Oh he's like this." He needs to man up a bit. I'm one of the least scary people I've ever met.
I'm the queen of spider bites, man.
I'm taking an old friend out for drinks tonight.
This is why we can't have nice things.
I'm in need of some advice.
You guys remember that girl I talked about last year? Not mid-late last year. The other one. Early 2012. No? Fine. Well anyway, that girl was pretty amazing. We connected in a lot of ways I hadn't with anyone before, but timing got in the way, and it seemed to have fizzled. Well, there's this other girl that I just met on Thursday. Me and her connect in the same ways I did with the other and then some. A lot of some. We gabbed about anthropology, economics, philosophy, politics, movies (this is the one place we didn't connect, which you would think is a potential problem, but not really), drunkenly sang cheesy Disney songs, essentially everything I never thought I'd be able to do/talk about with a gorgeous woman in tight black pants and a black leather jacket at a bar.
But that's probably because I didn't meet her at the bar (she rarely goes out apparently). I met her at my two friends' apartment. We connected right away. It was only after we all decided to go out to the bar, and only after we had been talking and laughing for an hour, and only after she had her hand on my thigh, that she went to the bathroom and I decided it would be best to ask if either of my friends had their eyes on her or were seeing her or whatever. Turns out one of them "sort of is." But he also says she's "fair game." I mean, dude, what the hell does that even mean? So you'll let me make a move, but you expect to walk her home, or what? She got back before he could explain himself.
The night ends with us deciding to watch the Oscars together, and her convincing me to watch Troll 2 with her for a laugh before then (and only me, evidently, since she decided to only tell me).
I haven't met a woman like this before. The kind that makes you want to be a better person, the kind you're just so comfortable with. No show. No holding back. Just straight fun. And she seems interested.
What the hell is my obligation here? The guy is just gonna tell me to go for it, but I know that that's because he's got low self-esteem, and, a lot like me, he thinks everyone is out for themselves and that that's a good thing (unlike me he takes it this far). So... would it be wrong of me to send her a follow-up text tomorrow to meet up and watch Troll 2 together? Just to test the waters a bit?
Si vis pacem, para bellum
I didn't feel like getting ready so we got pizza instead of going out.
Roasted potato, garlic and pesto pizza.
TL;DR but if you like her, go for it. If you don't go for it, you don't really like her.
So which one of you two loves Twilight?
I received Habibi yesterday. It was in French. Oops. I'm keeping it though, guess I'll just have to make more of an effort when reading it. 
Go for it Isaac!
You are obviously awesome because you have come here and carved out a place for yourslef. There are two reasons why that is especially awesome. One is because we are a close circle and we are often wary of letting new people in. To the point that we given new folks a hard time until they leave us alone. You got past that, it's not easy to do. I might have been here for six years, but I remember what it was like in the beginning. If it weren't for chat and Spike, I never would have made the cut.
Reason number two is that you are only sixteen, but we don't see you as a child. You are a young and intelligent woman. You are obviously still trying to figure out who you are and how life works, but you are open and honest about it. The last person your age to make it around here, that I know of, was Jessica. She was your age when she joined us and she is now just as much apart of this community as anyone else.
You are good people. High school sucks and realizing how shitty those girls are will make things both easier and harder. You'llget through and you will be a bbetter person for it.
All of this. Definitely.
Lib, go for it! Fair game is fair game and if he hasn't made a move, that's his problem. Sounds like a wonderful feeling you have for this lady.
P.A. - I've never made bacon before. I made brown sugar and maple bacon the other day for my friend. His roommate and that guy's friend basically called it orgasmic. When my friend tried it, he had the same reaction. I feel proud of myself for being able to make something so delicious without having any prior experience with it and also not being able to taste test it in the process. But I felt terrible for the pig I cooked and apologized profusely.
Also, my ex may be an ass, but he was pretty good with his musical talents. I just had a hard time listening to and enjoying the CD he made because most of the songs were about that other girl and the other other girls or our relationship troubles. The one song he started about me that was really sweet ended kinda depressing because the first half was written when we were smitten and still living apart and the other half was finished 4 years later. Anywho, I forgot that I had "liked" his facebook fanpage and he recently updated it with a teaser for a new album. I don't want to be curious about it, but I am.
"We're developing a new citizenry. One that will be very selective about cereals and automobiles, but won't be able to think."
— Rod Serling
"Chuck calls Noah fortnightly on his bakelite rotary phone and gives him publisher's insider information and stock tips."- Tuffy
It's the 24th, the Romanian Valentine's Day and the day I fell in love with A, 5 years ago. I'll watch movies and read and do my homework all day long, before I go to a birthday party, and keep busy.
I bought candy bars and a croissant filled with apricot jam.
Ah, I remember old loves that don't matter anymore, too.
This is why we can't have nice things.
Isabel has been cast as Mungojerrie.
This is why we can't have nice things.
Thanks guys.
Jesus... fucking... Christ. So much shit came out tonight.
Yeah, I'm definitely gonna go for it tomorrow. I learned some things tonight about my circle of friends here. We have some drama on the horizon, involving my housemates and my best friend here, with whom, as I've found out, I'm now in competition with for this girl I'm talking about. Yes. It's come to this bullshit, and I'm worried about losing myself in this pursuit. I'm worried that I'm going to come out a changed man, for the worse. Turns out that my friend (a different one) that she's sort of seeing has made out with her as they've been going out and all, but... that's not even an issue anymore. There's a war brewing between the three of us, and it's going to get nasty. My concept of civility in social structures is going to be challenged. Despite my reputation for sleeping with other people's girlfriends (which isn't entirely founded, considering these are usually one night stands where I obviously don't even know the guy), I feel uncomfortable with this position I've found myself in.
And beyond that girl, beyond what's going on with me, the same guy that's after this girl has had a recent encounter with my female housemate, who's been together with my other housemate for almost two years now. The male's a bit of a douche. We all know this. She's a fucking sweet girl. And now I'm in this Nick Carraway situation where an affair's coming up, and if you knew these people, you'd know that things are about to explode. Not in a really tangible way, but I feel that the implications of it all are going to affect me pretty deeply, especially since I'm living with them, and I've looked up to them since childhood. Plus, the fact that I really think it needs to happen makes it worse. She's stuck with this controlling dick (despite my feelings towards him, he's a good guy, but he's almost a lost cause socially speaking). Her shell is being destroyed by this friend of mine and me, and this came to fruition last night when I wasn't there. An inevitable clusterfuck of emotion is coming.
/vaguerant
Si vis pacem, para bellum
I moved towards these people to get away from the stupid craziness that enveloped my life before. These are older people with flourishing careers and set goals with rational social boundaries. Apparently that just made it all the more emotionally significant when shit like this happens.
What I've learned here is that everyone's crazy and stupid. I can't escape it. Or maybe I'm grounded enough to see it. I don't like these ridiculous situations. But there will always be that one person that stirs the fucking pot, granted it seems to have needed stirring. There are better solutions, though.
Si vis pacem, para bellum
Actually, fuck it. I'm washing my hands of all this nonsense. I'm not gonna call that girl tomorrow, nor am I going to the Oscar viewing. I'm not even going to inquire about my housemates issue. They fight and cry when think I can't hear them, and I don't say a word. I'm going to keep it that way. No behind-the-scenes influence bullshit.
I've created a monster. This guy that is supposedly in competition with me over this girl, the same guy that's now involved with my housemate, the same guy I'm working on a movie with? I taught him everything about how to approach women, when it comes to mentality and "technique." He was a jaded soul before I helped him out. Now he's taking it too far.
He's still my best friend here, but there's no way I'm going to put myself on the line with all of this.
It sucks, cuz this girl was one in a million. Circumstance has always been my enemy.
Si vis pacem, para bellum
Having watched a lot of spanish soap operas in my formative years, I cannot tell you who will come out ahead or even alive in any of this.
But I do know there WILL be a wedding as a series finale. So buy a tux at some point this year.
There's the upside. Whether I'm the guy at the altar, or the one that drunkenly objects to the union, I'll be looking damn good in a tux.
Si vis pacem, para bellum
Oh there were some nasty girls who thought they were better than me and my friends. But I think you get that anywhere, don't you?