Back injury.. changed my life for the better. It forced a career change I never would have made before.
Xbone Stormsurgezz
Looking back, September 11th, 2001. But it wasn't such a big deal when it happened (I was too young to grasp it)
But the biggest other than that would be Christmas Eve 2006. Driving back with my family from my uncle's, on some 2 lane highway in the middle of the central valley. Traffic comes to a stand still in front of some big ranch house in the middle of an orchard and a T-Intersection. There's no way to go around, so dad shuts off the engine, and we hear loud, loud crying and "DOES ANYONE KNOW CPR?". I said to myself "Oh god" and got out of the car(I do know CPR), against my mother's wishes. I walk past the car in front of me, to find a truck pulled over with the front end covered in blood and a slight impact, like it hit a deer. Except 50 feet behind it was a motionless figure lying in blood. A 19 year old girl, just older than me. Her head and neck were twisted into an unnatural position, blood coming from the nose, mouth and ears. CPR would have been useless, and I'm sure the crying woman (her mother) knew it too, as she collapsed with grief. Her Husband came over to me and told me, it was okay, don't bother she's at peace. The Paramedics arrived about 10 minutes later. And I went back to my car to sit it out. Merry Christmas.
From then on, I decided I want to become a Corpsman. No one will die in my arms again.
But the biggest other than that would be Christmas Eve 2006. Driving back with my family from my uncle's, on some 2 lane highway in the middle of the central valley. Traffic comes to a stand still in front of some big ranch house in the middle of an orchard and a T-Intersection. There's no way to go around, so dad shuts off the engine, and we hear loud, loud crying and "DOES ANYONE KNOW CPR?". I said to myself "Oh god" and got out of the car(I do know CPR), against my mother's wishes. I walk past the car in front of me, to find a truck pulled over with the front end covered in blood and a slight impact, like it hit a deer. Except 50 feet behind it was a motionless figure lying in blood. A 19 year old girl, just older than me. Her head and neck were twisted into an unnatural position, blood coming from the nose, mouth and ears. CPR would have been useless, and I'm sure the crying woman (her mother) knew it too, as she collapsed with grief. Her Husband came over to me and told me, it was okay, don't bother she's at peace. The Paramedics arrived about 10 minutes later. And I went back to my car to sit it out. Merry Christmas.
From then on, I decided I want to become a Corpsman. No one will die in my arms again.
Eh. A few things. My parents getting a divorced was one of the better things. My life was a complete nightmare because of my overprotective parents especially my dad who was a complete asshole to me. Things are better now that they are divorced, my dad isnt an asshole to me anymore but if they had stayed together for one more year I would have either run away, or killed myself. Im still rather depressed alot of the time, and very antisocial because I have no friends in the general area. Only one who is somewhat far and is mostly busy so I only talk to him sometimes.
Last edited by Dragonclaw (2008-01-29 18:07:43)
The birth of my son nearly eight years ago and his subsequent battles for life nearly every day since.
The arrival of my daughter 2.5 months ago from an orphanage in China.
The arrival of my daughter 2.5 months ago from an orphanage in China.
“Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.”
― Albert Einstein
Doing the popular thing is not always right. Doing the right thing is not always popular
― Albert Einstein
Doing the popular thing is not always right. Doing the right thing is not always popular
Wow..:ronin:.|Patton wrote:
Watching my mom die at 13.
I pointed a gun at myself afterward, had the trigger halfway pulled back, looked down the barrel and saw the shiny tip of the .380 bullet down the barrel, but stopped, i dunno why, would have saved me a ton of agony. 9/10 of my dreams now are her dying just replaying over and over, and other terrible things.. Im antisocial, and have a shitty attitude towards life. I use this computer as my escape from this world i hate so much. I have no ambitions, no interests. Im 18 now, somehow i cant get over it. School ends in half a year and i haven't a clue what i want to do.
And teenage social bullshit like Havok's novel he wrote is not life changing.
I've had a lot of things that changed and influenced my life but NOTHING compares to losing a parent. ( except losing a child perhaps)
I lost my on 04/08/2001 and life hasn't been the same since, never will be.
Last edited by T.Pike (2008-01-30 00:03:12)
alcohol
and my girlfriend
and my girlfriend
Compared to some of the above posts, this one is a bit tame but here goes...
When I was 23, I was going out with a girl. I was so infatuated with her, I thought I loved her ( blah blah blah). Anyway she didnt want to go out with me at first, but eventually changed her mind. Anyway, to cut a long story short, she basically fucked me ( took my virginity), and left me 2 weeks later. At the time I was so pissed off, I was so infatuated with this girl, I thought my heart was broken, I was doing crap at Uni, I hated the job I was doing, everything seemed to be going wrong, but then it happened.
I was working on checkout at the job I hated, looking all pissed off and angry, when this guy I had never met came through. I try to be polite ( its not his fault my life sucked right?) and we got to talking. In conversation he asked what I was doing over the weekend. I said something like " I am going to a 21st Bday, I think it will probably suck" ( it was my ex girlfriends 21st Bday).
He said, ' Before I go out I say "I am going to have a good night tonight, thats a decision I have already made!" '. When I thought about that it really changed my life. I realised that its up to me if I enjoy life and do well, not up to some fucked up little bitch (or anyone else for that matter). It empowered me to realise that I am the person that decides my path in life, I really think he was meant to come through my checkout and tell me that. Although it came from a very insignificant event, I will never forget those words, I would definitely say that I am glad I went through all the emotional bullshit just to hear those words.
When I was 23, I was going out with a girl. I was so infatuated with her, I thought I loved her ( blah blah blah). Anyway she didnt want to go out with me at first, but eventually changed her mind. Anyway, to cut a long story short, she basically fucked me ( took my virginity), and left me 2 weeks later. At the time I was so pissed off, I was so infatuated with this girl, I thought my heart was broken, I was doing crap at Uni, I hated the job I was doing, everything seemed to be going wrong, but then it happened.
I was working on checkout at the job I hated, looking all pissed off and angry, when this guy I had never met came through. I try to be polite ( its not his fault my life sucked right?) and we got to talking. In conversation he asked what I was doing over the weekend. I said something like " I am going to a 21st Bday, I think it will probably suck" ( it was my ex girlfriends 21st Bday).
He said, ' Before I go out I say "I am going to have a good night tonight, thats a decision I have already made!" '. When I thought about that it really changed my life. I realised that its up to me if I enjoy life and do well, not up to some fucked up little bitch (or anyone else for that matter). It empowered me to realise that I am the person that decides my path in life, I really think he was meant to come through my checkout and tell me that. Although it came from a very insignificant event, I will never forget those words, I would definitely say that I am glad I went through all the emotional bullshit just to hear those words.
Last edited by Burwhale the Avenger (2008-01-30 04:16:29)
puberty
Oh LULZ...
The First Posters story reminded me of when I played Baseball..
I must have been like 12 too.. Our team was in a tournament, we were the first place team, and had won every single game so far.. and it was the final game, whoever won this, won the trophy.. The pitcher for the other team pitched for more then the limit of innings that he could pitch for by accident... It was the other teams coaches fault.. Our Coaches found out, and talked the the empire.. Because it was a tournament game, he could do nothing but disqualify the other team.. So we won the trophy by default.. haha.. I still have it too..
It taught me, that you can almost get out of anything by reading the rules..
The First Posters story reminded me of when I played Baseball..
I must have been like 12 too.. Our team was in a tournament, we were the first place team, and had won every single game so far.. and it was the final game, whoever won this, won the trophy.. The pitcher for the other team pitched for more then the limit of innings that he could pitch for by accident... It was the other teams coaches fault.. Our Coaches found out, and talked the the empire.. Because it was a tournament game, he could do nothing but disqualify the other team.. So we won the trophy by default.. haha.. I still have it too..
It taught me, that you can almost get out of anything by reading the rules..
tl;dr.Havok wrote:
Blah blah blah
Nah just kidding man, Im a loner, so youre winning.
For me, it would have to be April Fools 2005. Went ice skating, fell over (or pushed), broke my ankle, surgery, 2 pins in for 'one year'. Didnt get my ankle looked at for fuckin a week and a half, found out it was broken with massive fucking swelling, and my friends saying 'shit, its not broken' doesnt help either.
Nearly 3 years later, on the 10th of Jan or something, I get my operation done to get my screwes out. I still am not allowed to run/jump blah blah for another month-ish. It sucks when people kick my ankle and such, and I say 'fuck off cunt, thats the sore one', then they say 'oh, sorry, I forgot'.
May not be serious to all of you others with the death of your parents/witnessing people die, but its one major kick in the balls for me. I couldve been something so much better, and more fitter maybe if it wasnt broken, and I nearly didnt go ice skating.
I just run my life on sayings.
'If its not worth saying dont say it at all', Im as shy as fuck...nothing to chat the chicks up to...okay, what am I going to say? "So, how was whatever you do on the weekend?" I find that, well, its confusing, but these fucking sayings run my life, and I dont have enough courage to get rid of it.
Also, the other one would be the 'think before you act' principle... base pretty much most of my day off it.
I would say computers and the playstation changed my life, but I had a PS1 at the age of 6. At age 8, I was playing Quake against my brother. At 9, was playing Delta Force Land Warrior. It is claimed that I came running down the stairs (only the study was upstairs..wierd house design) yelling "I LOVE THE INTERNET!!" because I had been talking to some guys from Sweeden and Norway. At 10, MOHAA. At 11, still, at 13, nothing but PC games, and since then my whole hobby has been nothing but the PC. My life is really 'one dimensional'. I have friends, yes, but I am regularly excluded from conversations between the 'ttly awsm kewlz guize' who say that I need to get out more, which I do... :\
I guess its the psychology of it all, its hard to explain.
God I need to make a hitlist.
noice 
I'd have to say two of my ex girlfriends:
One of them changed me, made me keep my head up and be more defiant in life. The other has simply shown me that you should listen to your gut.
Oh, and also: the internet. For that matter, I met my ex through someone I met over the internet...
-konfusion
One of them changed me, made me keep my head up and be more defiant in life. The other has simply shown me that you should listen to your gut.
Oh, and also: the internet. For that matter, I met my ex through someone I met over the internet...
-konfusion
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Senior high school was a big wimp and insecure of myself before that
It was the best school time of my life the friends (real ones) the teacher you went to school since it was fun and to meet the ppl there.
And when i prevented a suicide
It was the best school time of my life the friends (real ones) the teacher you went to school since it was fun and to meet the ppl there.
And when i prevented a suicide
going to the airshow
from then on whenever i hear an airplane or helicopter i allways look up and wish i could be flying it
the best sound in the world is hearing a huey helicopter fly rite over your head
from then on whenever i hear an airplane or helicopter i allways look up and wish i could be flying it
the best sound in the world is hearing a huey helicopter fly rite over your head
16 years old. I had just started going out to nightclubs (illegally, with fake I.D. ...everyone does it!). I was with my then girlfriend and at the end of the night we were making the 30 metre journey from the nightclub door to the bus that went home our way when some random guy with about 5 or 6 of his mates decided to pick a fight with me. They had attempted to get a rise out of the guy in front of us but he managed to get away; I too tried to get away at the request of my girlfriend but the guy kicked me full force in the lower back as I was walking away.
As soon as I turned to defend myself his mates jumped in and proceeded to beat me black and blue for the next 5 minutes. They broke my nose, chipped my front teeth , almost fractured my cheekbone (according to my doctor) and broke a couple of my fingers (they were kicking my head on the ground and I was shielding myself with my hands). An old friend I used to play football with thankfully jumped in when he saw what was going on and eventually the whole thing was broken up (two policemen decided not to jump in! They even stood as witnesses at the trial).
Unbelievably the exact same thing happened to me with a different guy in the same spot about a year later.
As a result of this I developed a keen hatred of the police, which lasted for many years but I'm glad to say is not as strong these days. I also took up weightlifting and went back to learning martial arts, which I had studied as a young kid, and decided that no one will ever be allowed the liberty of kicking my ass ever again. I now haven't lost a fight in about ten years (inside or outside the ring).
P.S. I dislike fighting and despise anyone who goes out looking for a fight.
EDIT ...actually I did lose one fight, inside the ring ...a kickboxing fight against a big Lithuanian guy (I had forgotten about that!).
As soon as I turned to defend myself his mates jumped in and proceeded to beat me black and blue for the next 5 minutes. They broke my nose, chipped my front teeth , almost fractured my cheekbone (according to my doctor) and broke a couple of my fingers (they were kicking my head on the ground and I was shielding myself with my hands). An old friend I used to play football with thankfully jumped in when he saw what was going on and eventually the whole thing was broken up (two policemen decided not to jump in! They even stood as witnesses at the trial).
Unbelievably the exact same thing happened to me with a different guy in the same spot about a year later.
As a result of this I developed a keen hatred of the police, which lasted for many years but I'm glad to say is not as strong these days. I also took up weightlifting and went back to learning martial arts, which I had studied as a young kid, and decided that no one will ever be allowed the liberty of kicking my ass ever again. I now haven't lost a fight in about ten years (inside or outside the ring).
P.S. I dislike fighting and despise anyone who goes out looking for a fight.
EDIT ...actually I did lose one fight, inside the ring ...a kickboxing fight against a big Lithuanian guy (I had forgotten about that!).
Last edited by Braddock (2008-02-02 17:11:02)
Fucking cowards, what the hell do you get out of beating the shit out of a guy with 5 of your mates behind you. I wonder where they are now in life.. ehBraddock wrote:
16 years old. I had just started going out to nightclubs (illegally, with fake I.D. ...everyone does it!). I was with my then girlfriend and at the end of the night we were making the 30 metre journey from the nightclub door to the bus that went home our way when some random guy with about 5 or 6 of his mates decided to pick a fight with me. They had attempted to get a rise out of the guy in front of us but he managed to get away; I too tried to get away at the request of my girlfriend but the guy kicked me full force in the lower back as I was walking away.
As soon as I turned to defend myself his mates jumped in and proceeded to beat me black and blue for the next 5 minutes. They broke my nose, chipped my front teeth , almost fractured my cheekbone (according to my doctor) and broke a couple of my fingers (they were kicking my head on the ground and I was shielding myself with my hands). An old friend I used to play football with thankfully jumped in when he saw what was going on and eventually the whole thing was broken up (two policemen decided not to jump in! They even stood as witnesses at the trial).
Unbelievably the exact same thing happened to me with a different guy in the same spot about a year later.
As a result of this I developed a keen hatred of the police, which lasted for many years but I'm glad to say is not as strong these days. I also took up weightlifting and went back to learning martial arts, which I had studied as a young kid, and decided that no one will ever be allowed the liberty of kicking my ass ever again. I now haven't lost a fight in about ten years (inside or outside the ring).
P.S. I dislike fighting and despise anyone who goes out looking for a fight.
Ameloblastoma.
Permanentally disfigured my face, made me look at life, style, vanity, pride, and happiness in a completely different way.
Permanentally disfigured my face, made me look at life, style, vanity, pride, and happiness in a completely different way.
I actually read a story in the local paper up home recently about the guy ...he ended up in prison for a variety of offences. It's quite sad that it took his conviction against me and about six other subsequent offences before the law finally threw the book at him.Simon wrote:
Fucking cowards, what the hell do you get out of beating the shit out of a guy with 5 of your mates behind you. I wonder where they are now in life.. ehBraddock wrote:
16 years old. I had just started going out to nightclubs (illegally, with fake I.D. ...everyone does it!). I was with my then girlfriend and at the end of the night we were making the 30 metre journey from the nightclub door to the bus that went home our way when some random guy with about 5 or 6 of his mates decided to pick a fight with me. They had attempted to get a rise out of the guy in front of us but he managed to get away; I too tried to get away at the request of my girlfriend but the guy kicked me full force in the lower back as I was walking away.
As soon as I turned to defend myself his mates jumped in and proceeded to beat me black and blue for the next 5 minutes. They broke my nose, chipped my front teeth , almost fractured my cheekbone (according to my doctor) and broke a couple of my fingers (they were kicking my head on the ground and I was shielding myself with my hands). An old friend I used to play football with thankfully jumped in when he saw what was going on and eventually the whole thing was broken up (two policemen decided not to jump in! They even stood as witnesses at the trial).
Unbelievably the exact same thing happened to me with a different guy in the same spot about a year later.
As a result of this I developed a keen hatred of the police, which lasted for many years but I'm glad to say is not as strong these days. I also took up weightlifting and went back to learning martial arts, which I had studied as a young kid, and decided that no one will ever be allowed the liberty of kicking my ass ever again. I now haven't lost a fight in about ten years (inside or outside the ring).
P.S. I dislike fighting and despise anyone who goes out looking for a fight.
I was in the 9th grade walking home after weight lifting. Some seniors drove by me hooting and hollering at me like jackasses as they rode by. So I flicked them off and kept walking. Little did I know that they stopped and one of them ran up behind me and shoved me down. He then ran back to the car and they took off. I remember that as realizing thats when I was done taking shit from people.
Not a very interesting story but I was such a pushover as a kid and it really bothers me some of the thing I let people get away with.
Not a very interesting story but I was such a pushover as a kid and it really bothers me some of the thing I let people get away with.
My obsession with video games since the age of 3 has ruined me (thanks a bunch Duke Nukem 3D), I have no life at all, I sit here every weekend cooped up in my room on my computer, I don't get called by anybody on the phone, I have no close friends; no one to discuss my problems with that will understand instead of saying "HAHA, what are you gay? That's not that bad! You're such a weirdo!" like every other person would. I've never had a GF and have never come close, I'm only friends with like two girls, one of them I have known since 3rd grade, and the other since mid-October (who I will be babbling about later in this post). I don't have any sense of style, all I wear is tan or green cargo pants, the same set of Churchill Vans, and some small shirt i've had for 3 years which shows my large undeveloped arms all too well, normally that is covered by a jacket that I wear for most of the day unless it gets hot. I don't have any confidence with girls, and you wouldn't either if you know you have trouble bench-pressing 50 lbs or doing a single chin-up. My grades suck and my parents won't let me get my learner's permit unless I get honor roll while everyone else gets their permit regardless because their parents don't care about honor roll, so I won't be driving till I'm 18 which will make me look uncool throughout all of high school.
My mom has passworded my computer so I can only get on it on weekends, while my brother monopolizes it because we have to share a room and he needs the password to do school work and also to whatever he want on it all day. Get this, he's 27 years old and since he's going to college now, my mom let him move back in and he had to move into my room where we share a bunkbed, he has the room almost entirely annexed to himself now. He's annoying as hell, he turns the computer off or logs it off almost all the time so only he can use it, he stuffs it with Limewire porn, he sleeps in the nude so I can see his pale ass when he wants to get up and do something in the dark such as punch the fan when it makes a squeeking noise that is non-existent to me so he feels he needs to punch it which wakes me up, hence the ability to see his ass in the dark from the top bunk, he takes advantage of how heavily I normally sleep by jacking off while looking at porn on the computer which is in the same room as the bed, I never caught him but I know he does it by the angle the monitor is facing when I wake up, he has recently become happy with his life because he drives a 1993 Mercedes and has a steady job as a co-teacher at the high school I go to, so he decides it's O.K. to sing.......It is not O.K. when you are tone-def and you pick retarded fucking country shit that will essentuate how tone-def and ridiculous you sound as the idiot you are.
All in all, the one thing I had to live for, my computer, has been taken from me. I am glad it was passworded though, I needed to break myself from this thing in all honesty.
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All this aside, there is one thing to keep going:
Tyler, the cute little black chickie that sits behind me in English and is also in my Government class. She has changed my life as well. I love her. You can say there'll be other fish in the sea but there'll never be one quite like her. I looked at her earlier in the school year when she sat on the other side of the class room, and I was like "She's kinda cute", but I was still looking for another girl to have crush on at the time, then the teacher re-assigned seats at the beginning of the 2nd quarter and I was put at the very front of the classroom, I was thinking "Just when I think things can't suck more this school year, you take my seat and shit on every inch of it before I sit there, God", then I notice Tyler sits behind me on the seating chart, and I think, "At least I'll have something pretty to look at and someone to possibly copy the Government homework from".
So about a week after that, I'm talking to this kid in my class about Halo 3 (who, at one time, was rumored to consider killing his parents if the need arose, just so he could keep playing Halo 2, which he was a level 50 in), and Tyler chimes in, telling me that she plays Rainbow Six:Vegas on the 360. I'm thinking "OH MY GOD, there is no possible way that those words could ever have come out of that girl's mouth in that order". Vegas happens to be my favorite game on the 360, and to have the game further blessed by her presence in it was simply unbelievable to my senses. From then on, I started talking more frequently with her, not just about Vegas, but about other video game related things, and she was somewhat interested actually. I even added her to my XBox Live friends list, the only problem being that I do not possess a 360 yet, this was all done on my old XBox. I still have yet to play with her.
I ask about her life and things that go on it and I remember every detail in it, except her birthday, which is either August 15 or 16, I'll ask her on Monday. She even remembers things about me, IE: I got this 100$ Best Buy Card for Christmas along with the other 140$ I saved up over time and I told her that I had decided to save up for a cheap 360, a couple weeks later, I end up spending 20$ at Best Buy for Vegas for the computer and I tell her that and she says: "So that means you spent money?" and she gives me a cute little frown, and I realize that she actually remembered what I had told her about the 360. A week later, I am on one of my more tired days and I'm talking to the Halo 3 kid saying I might buy The Orange Box and then she chimes in by saying: "But then it'll take longer for you to get your 360". It may seem like a small thing to the rest of you, but as you know, I have no life, so having something I said being remembered by a girl seems unbelievable to me, especially since it was something I forgot, lol.
Let's face it though:
She is black (which is the only kind of girl I am into believe it or not, I won't even so much as check out white girls any more)
She has dated a white guy before (he's in our government class), which leads me to believe that she's not completely closed to that idea
She is cute
She has a great body
She has a nice personality and although I get extremely suspicious of her lying to me sometimes as I do with all people, she has never given me concrete evidence or reason to believe that she is a habitual lier
She respects the computer nerd aspect of my life
She remembers things about me
She plays videogames
This girl is a godsend for me.
My mom has passworded my computer so I can only get on it on weekends, while my brother monopolizes it because we have to share a room and he needs the password to do school work and also to whatever he want on it all day. Get this, he's 27 years old and since he's going to college now, my mom let him move back in and he had to move into my room where we share a bunkbed, he has the room almost entirely annexed to himself now. He's annoying as hell, he turns the computer off or logs it off almost all the time so only he can use it, he stuffs it with Limewire porn, he sleeps in the nude so I can see his pale ass when he wants to get up and do something in the dark such as punch the fan when it makes a squeeking noise that is non-existent to me so he feels he needs to punch it which wakes me up, hence the ability to see his ass in the dark from the top bunk, he takes advantage of how heavily I normally sleep by jacking off while looking at porn on the computer which is in the same room as the bed, I never caught him but I know he does it by the angle the monitor is facing when I wake up, he has recently become happy with his life because he drives a 1993 Mercedes and has a steady job as a co-teacher at the high school I go to, so he decides it's O.K. to sing.......It is not O.K. when you are tone-def and you pick retarded fucking country shit that will essentuate how tone-def and ridiculous you sound as the idiot you are.
All in all, the one thing I had to live for, my computer, has been taken from me. I am glad it was passworded though, I needed to break myself from this thing in all honesty.
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All this aside, there is one thing to keep going:
Tyler, the cute little black chickie that sits behind me in English and is also in my Government class. She has changed my life as well. I love her. You can say there'll be other fish in the sea but there'll never be one quite like her. I looked at her earlier in the school year when she sat on the other side of the class room, and I was like "She's kinda cute", but I was still looking for another girl to have crush on at the time, then the teacher re-assigned seats at the beginning of the 2nd quarter and I was put at the very front of the classroom, I was thinking "Just when I think things can't suck more this school year, you take my seat and shit on every inch of it before I sit there, God", then I notice Tyler sits behind me on the seating chart, and I think, "At least I'll have something pretty to look at and someone to possibly copy the Government homework from".
So about a week after that, I'm talking to this kid in my class about Halo 3 (who, at one time, was rumored to consider killing his parents if the need arose, just so he could keep playing Halo 2, which he was a level 50 in), and Tyler chimes in, telling me that she plays Rainbow Six:Vegas on the 360. I'm thinking "OH MY GOD, there is no possible way that those words could ever have come out of that girl's mouth in that order". Vegas happens to be my favorite game on the 360, and to have the game further blessed by her presence in it was simply unbelievable to my senses. From then on, I started talking more frequently with her, not just about Vegas, but about other video game related things, and she was somewhat interested actually. I even added her to my XBox Live friends list, the only problem being that I do not possess a 360 yet, this was all done on my old XBox. I still have yet to play with her.
I ask about her life and things that go on it and I remember every detail in it, except her birthday, which is either August 15 or 16, I'll ask her on Monday. She even remembers things about me, IE: I got this 100$ Best Buy Card for Christmas along with the other 140$ I saved up over time and I told her that I had decided to save up for a cheap 360, a couple weeks later, I end up spending 20$ at Best Buy for Vegas for the computer and I tell her that and she says: "So that means you spent money?" and she gives me a cute little frown, and I realize that she actually remembered what I had told her about the 360. A week later, I am on one of my more tired days and I'm talking to the Halo 3 kid saying I might buy The Orange Box and then she chimes in by saying: "But then it'll take longer for you to get your 360". It may seem like a small thing to the rest of you, but as you know, I have no life, so having something I said being remembered by a girl seems unbelievable to me, especially since it was something I forgot, lol.
Let's face it though:
She is black (which is the only kind of girl I am into believe it or not, I won't even so much as check out white girls any more)
She has dated a white guy before (he's in our government class), which leads me to believe that she's not completely closed to that idea
She is cute
She has a great body
She has a nice personality and although I get extremely suspicious of her lying to me sometimes as I do with all people, she has never given me concrete evidence or reason to believe that she is a habitual lier
She respects the computer nerd aspect of my life
She remembers things about me
She plays videogames
This girl is a godsend for me.
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I read some books by Carlos Castaneda when I had just travelled around in Africa, he was an apprentice to a mexican sorcerer in the 70ties. At least that's what he claimed. The stories are very entertaining and got in my head (like many others). It's all about another reality and "spirits" and drugs. The thing that bugs me is it will probably be the last thing I'll quit believing if pressured, for some reason. And he could have been just a con artist. No one ever found out and probably never will. I would just hate to unconsciously believe something that was not true the rest of my life.
Death of my father
pr0n changed my life forever