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I'm starting to wonder if all guys don't give a crap about girls' feelings or if its only the ones in California... A few days ago one of my guy friends came over to sit with us at lunch. Another guy, who was his friend, came over to him and asked him to watch his stuff while he went to go buy lunch. He also told my friend not to touch it or anything in it. But after he was gone, sure enough, my friend went through it.
He was snickering to himself as he did this, when I asked him what was so funny he told me that he would find it hilarious if he found a condom in his friends backpack. He then went on to say that it was because "that kid will never get laid."
At this point I was disgusted and said, "Well, yeah, no guy in high school will - unless the girl he's going out with is a slut."
"I'm going to..." He grumbled back to me.
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....What the ********? So this is my question: Do any of you guys actually care about girls' feelings? It makes me so mad just thinking about it. Why the ******** would you have sex when you're a minor?!
There are little things called: teenage pregnancies, teenage whore-mothers, teenage drop-outs (because they're whore-mothers), not enough child support (because the teenage a**-father doesn't give a s**t about the whore-mother or the b*****d child), families hating each other (because the a**-father got the whore-mother pregnant), parents hating their kids (because they had sex when they were highschoolers), dead-end jobs (because both the whore-mother and a**-father have to now support a child, and their parents kicked them out of the house for screwing around and not taking things seriously), the b*****d-child's traumatized (because its mother is a whore and its father is an a**), oh yeah, and it'll ruin your ******** life! And there’s also a little show called Jerry Springer. Which you will have the honor of being on one day. Because of all of the s**t that I've just mentioned. And have you seen that s**t?! Get lives!
Dear Assholes: One, this says to me that all of you guys in high school don't really give a crap about the girl you're going out with. Two, it says that you could care less about their feelings. And three, it says that all of you are completely incapable of having a real relationship now and in the future if that s**t is the only thing you think about. Grow up, Bastards. I hope all of you have jobs that pay s**t and you never get to see your b*****d-children. And I hope your families hate you for the rest of your life.
Dear Sluts: One, this says to me that you have no dignity for yourself. Two, it shows that you will probably go nowhere in your lives. And three, it tells me, that just like the assholes out there, you will never be capable of having a real relationship, now or in the future because of the way you act. I hope all of you have s**t lives like the men you slept with. I'm serious. You give girls everywhere a bad name. I hope you get tons of STDs and your fifty b*****d-children know what you are and know that one of the hundred guys you've slept with probably isn't any of their fathers.
Congratulations to both of you, I hope you live every one of your days remembering what you did, and hating yourselves for it.
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I really do hope its not every guy, I want to have a relationship someday and I want to be able to take it slow. I want someone who cares about me, and who will be my friend. And I do want to get married someday too... Guys - True. Love. Waits. I hope at least some of you know that...
 Jester-Juwel · Thu Nov 23, 2006 @ 02:42am · 3 Comments |
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Why I will never go to a school dance |
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Every day almost this is the conversation I have with at least one of my friends:
"Are you going to the dance?"
"No."
"Oh my god, why not?! They're so much fun!"
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Frankly, I'm sick of this conversation. You want to know why I never go to the stupid things? I'll tell you. They are moronic, simply and nicely putting it. All that highschoolers know how to do is freak. Its a disgusting display of teenagers packed into a tight group in the middle of the dance floor. It is the most idiotic thing I have ever seem in my life. So far. That's right, its disgusting. I went to one - one! And I never want to go to another one again. Oh! And when a slow dance comes around all they do is sway back and forth. What the hell is that?! Its a slow dance for a reason, the purpose is to waltz. And I think it would be great if everyone learned it, so all of you don't look like imbeciles. And the ******** DJ's at the dances! Rap in slow motion is not a slow dance, rap is not even music at all. I can prove it by simply adding a "C" to the front of it. Yeah, that's right, Crap - that's what it is. Play decent music or kindly punch yourself in the face. Or I will do it for you.
Another reason I don't go - I don't know how to dance, and I really don't like to dance. So, yeah, I hate dancing alltogether basically. And I laugh watching other people do it because they either look like they're cheerleaders or they look like their having a seizure. I really don't want to look like either or those, thanks.
The only time I enjoy dancing is when we have to do it in Physical Ed. where we have to Square or Line Dance. People are like "this is gay!" You know what? Shut up. You're a moron. Those dances are actually dances, people don't look like they are suddenly having a case of retardation while they're doing it!
And that, my dear friends, is why I do not go. Don't. Ask. Me. Again.
Jester-Juwel · Tue Nov 07, 2006 @ 02:24am · 0 Comments |
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*Laughs* Here are some excerpts from Promise of the Witch King by R.A. Salvatore - I simply adore this series and highly suggest it if you're into the whole fantasy genre. Salvatore is a wonderful author whee . I'm afraid that if you wanted to be fully aquainted with the story line you'd have to read 14 other books - but all of them are amazing and very fun to read... they do tend to have a rather vast vocabulary though (none of it bothers me because I know what it all means...but I can't really speak for the rest of you). But I don't think any of these scenes need too much explaination - they're easy to follow.
[Note: If you don't know what a drow (dark elf) is you are a horrible person. Just kidding, but seriously... stare ]
(Chp. 20, pg 323)
Entreri mover to the edge of the hole. "Ugly one," he called down. "Your wizard friend is dead."
"Bah!" Athrogate snorted.
Entreri glanced back at Jarlaxle then moved over, grabbed Canthan's corpse, and hauled him over the edge of the hole, dropping him with a splat beside the surprised dwarf.
"Your friend is dead," Entreri said again, and the dwarf didn't bother to argue the point. "And so now you've a choice."
"Eat him or starve?" Athrogate asked.
"Eat him and eventually starve anyway," Jarlaxle corrected, coming up beside Entreri to peer in at the dwarf. "Or you could come out of the hole and help us."
(Chp. 3, pg 60)
"Have you no sense of adventure?" the drow asked.
"We've been over this too many times."
"And yet still you scowl, and you doubt, and you grump about."
(Chp. 5, pg 89)
"Well fought," Jarlaxle translated, offering a wink to Entreri. "We watched you from on high and saw that the unorganized goblins hadn't a chance."
"You do realize that you're a dark elf, correct?" asked one of the halflings, a burly little fellow with a brown mustache that curled in circles over his cheeks.
Jarlaxle feigned a look of surprise as he held one of his hands up before his sparkling red eyes.
"Why, indeed, 'tis true!" he exclaimed.
(Chp. 5, pg. 92)
Hobart looked around at his companions, most of them openly salivating.
"Always could use a good meal after a battle," he remarked.
"Or before," said another of the troupe.
"Or during," came a deadpan from Jarlaxle's side, and the drows face erupted with a smile as he regarded Entreri.
"Charm is a learned skill," Jarlaxle whispered through his grin.
"So is murder," the human whispered back.
(Chp. 5, pg 97)
"Suspicion falls upon us," Jarlaxle remarked. "Ah, the intrigue!"
"A fine and good morning to you, masters Jarlaxle and Entreri," Hobart greeted, and there was nothing jovial about his tone. "You slept well, I presume."
"You would be presuming much, then," said Entreri.
"My friend here, he does not much enjoy discomfort," explained Jarlaxle. "You would not know it from his looks or his reputation, but he is, I fear, a bit of a fop."
"Every insult duly noted," Entreri said under his breath.
Jarlaxle winked at him.
"An extra twist of the blade, you see," Entreri promised.
"Am I interrupting something?" Hobart asked.
(Chp. 5, pg 99)
Hobart held his hand out toward Jarlaxle, and the other halfling lifted his wand. He spoke the command once more and the soft glow settled over a grinning Jarlaxle.
The wand-wielder squealed and fell back, shading his eyes.
"What?" Hobart asked.
The other one stammered and sputtered, his lips flapping, and kept his free hand up before him.
Entreri chuckled. He could only imagine the blinding glow of magic that one saw upon the person of Jarlaxle!
Jarlaxle lifted his cloak and slowly turned, and the poor halfling shielded his eyes even more.
(Chp. 14, pg 234)
"For a bit of a kick is why ye got me hired. Anything else ye're wantin' blasting while I got 'em fired?"
Seven stunned expressions and the look of one bored wizard came back at him, elicting a roaring, "Bwahaha!"
"Would that he slips with both and hits himself repeatedly in the face," Entreri muttered to Jarlaxle.
"So then when he's gone, my friend Entreri can take his place?" the drow quipped back.
"Shut up."
"He is a powerful ally."
"And a mighty enemy."
"Watch him closely, then."
"From behind," Entreri agreed.
(Chp. 21, pg 326)
Athrogate and Entreri eyed each other for a long, long while after the dwarf came out of the hole.
"Could've ruined yer weapons, ye know," Athrogate remarked, holding up the morning star that coated itself with the rust-inducing liquid.
"Could've eaten yer soul, ye know," the assassin countered, mimicking the dwarf's tone and dialect.
(Chp. 21, pg 32 cool
Jarlaxle patted his button pocket, wherein he had stored the skull. "The skull gem we took from the other tower has sensitized me to certain things. I feel the king below us. His is a life-force quiet mighty."
"And we are to kill him?"
"Of course."
"On your feeling?"
"And following the clues. Do you remember Herminicle's book?"
Entreri thought on that for a moment then nodded.
"Do you remember the designs etched upon its leathery cover, and in the margins on the page?"
Again the assassin paused, and shook his head.
"Skulls," Jarlaxle explained. "Human skulls."
"And?"
"Did you notice the designs on the book up the ramp, the source of this castle?"
Entreri stared hard at his friend. He had not actually looked at the book that closely, but he was beginning to catch on. Given his experiences with Jarlaxle, where every road seemed to lead, his answer was as much statement as question: "Dragons?"
"Exactly," the drow confirmed, pleased that Entreri resisted the urge to punch him in the face.
Jester-Juwel · Sun Oct 15, 2006 @ 12:21am · 0 Comments |
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