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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep          Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4791 days Last activity: 4803 days |
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| I just got the best news that I've received in a long time. After two strenous tryouts, playing against people that were national champions last season (the extent of my experience was playing at a small rink until age 12, playing for my school at age 13, then not playing competitively again until I was 18, when I played in a not-very-talent-ridden 18 and under league) and much better than me, I received word that I made my college hockey team. Hockey is my greatest passion and love, even more than writing, and I've been very emotional these last two weeks with the tryouts. The first one was a disaster. I had a severe skate malfunction five minutes into the first practice that I couldn't fix until almost an hour later (with over half the tryout done), and then took a puck to the head about 20 minutes in. Needless to say, I wasn't on my A-game that day. I was very beaten up over it for a week, until the second day of tryouts, which was this past Sunday. I played much better this time, securing (as I just found out) my spot on the team. Everything else has been going pretty horribly lately, too. Things with my girlfriend have been rocky at best, I've been struggling to make friends at college (I'm a freshman), and have been fighting a rollercoaster battle with depression since I was in 9th grade. With nothing else going right in my life at the moment, this should be wonderful, right?
Not exactly. Predictably, this good news came with some not-so-good news too. About 3/4 of the way into the second tryout, I was pulled down on a breakaway and ended up going feet-first into the boards. The initial shock was bad, but the puck was still loose, and adrenaline kept me in the play. Once my opponents gained possession and started up the other way, as I gave chase, the pain set in. It was so bad to the point where I could barely even stand on it, let alone skate. I pushed myself, though, out of pure desire to make the team, and I finished the tryout through the pain. I got an ace bandage later that day, and iced it and kept it elevated that night, praying that it was only a sprain. Today, one of the RA's noticed the bandage, and asked what was up. I explained, citing it as a sprained ankle, and he asked to see it, as he is a third year major in pre-med. He assured me that, as he's just a student, he isn't qualified to pass judgment, but that it looked to be worse than a sprain, and highly advised that I go to the hospital, or at least the infirmary for a better opinion. I told him that I would, and he went away. I didn't go to either. If I were to go to the hospital, or even the infirmary, chances are the doctor would tell me that I wouldn't be able to play, at least for the beginning of the season. If it's a break, I would probably miss the whole season. My girlfriend, and the friends that I've talked to about it, are very concerned and are urging me to see a doctor. I've assured them that if it doesn't get better in the next few days, I'll go and see one. In all honesty, I have no intention of seeing anyone about it. Hockey is one of the few things that brings me joy in life, and right now, it's the only light at the end of a very dark, very bleak tunnel. I know it's probably a stupid move to risk my health for that, but I need this team to bring some kind of stability into a hectic, awful start to my college career. |
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4791 days Last activity: 4803 days |
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That's pretty much the best it gets with dog-related memes, I must say. However, this video is absolutely disgusting and appalling. I feel ashamed to even be of the same species as the monster that did this. Un-fucking-believable. |
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4791 days Last activity: 4803 days |
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| I'm buying this: http://mypartyshirt.com/gunnar-stahl-jersey
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4791 days Last activity: 4803 days |
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| You said "even so" several times. xD
What did you mean about not being wise to post somewhere that I still have multiple friends? |
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4791 days Last activity: 4803 days |
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| Well that's of no consequence to me, frankly. It's not some big secret. It's not like I'm going to tell them that it's better just to get them off my back. I have every intention of being honest, but I'm hoping that it's either just a sprain, or that mind over matter kicks in and I don't have to worry about it haha. | |||
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4791 days Last activity: 4803 days |
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| False. I am physically incapable of napping. True story.
The person below me is putting off doing something else by perusing the boards of Xeogaming right now. |
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4791 days Last activity: 4803 days |
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| I'm starting to think that you guys are right. It's feeling a lot better, but it's still really sore. I have two weeks before practices start, so I'm thinking about going to this doctor my brother told me about when I go home this weekend. He's like, just a regular doctor pretty much, but apparently he's a favorite of hockey players, so he has experience dealing with people like us (i.e. crazy people). So, according to my brother, he will probably just help out without giving me orders to not play. | |||
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4791 days Last activity: 4803 days |
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| False. It exists. I've seen it. xD
The person below me has read every Harry Potter book. |
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4791 days Last activity: 4803 days |
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| Guilty as charged. Babbitty Rabbitty is our generation's Tortoise and the Hare.
The person below me can't help but dance when a certain song comes on. |
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4791 days Last activity: 4803 days |
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| So I've known for the last four weeks that this (choosing to room with the person that I did) was a HUGE mistake. But it all came to culmination today. I seriously can't take it anymore, and have every intention of speaking to my RA about this tomorrow, but I feel that a good ol' fashioned rant would do me some good to calm down right now.
So, my roommate, Mike, is an absolute nightmare. The sad part is that I brought this on myself. I actually requested him as my roommate. I have pretty bad social anxiety, and the thought of having to room with someone that I didn't know scared me to death. So, in a panic, I asked Mike if he wanted to room with me, five minutes before the deadline for roommate requests. Mike was someone I knew from high school. He has a bit of a reputation in our hometown, as Phoenix and Urban can attest, of being a HUGE asshole. However, he was someone that I knew, and I figured he would at least be tolerable if we had to live together the whole year. Boy, was I wrong. First of all, he likes the most AWFUL music. It's all weird, electronic, techno shit. If you're into that, I'm sorry for bashing it, but I REALLY can't stand it. However, he insists on blasting it whenever he's in the room. Oh, and here's the kicker. He also likes to sing, AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS, whenever his music is on. It drives me INSANE. He also bitches endlessly whenever I have mine on, and usually makes me turn it off. In addition to that, he is COMPLETELY inconsiderate. He has this knack of changing everything in the room the second he comes in. If I have the blinds down (which I do, I don't like sunlight), he puts them up. If I have the door closed, he opens it. And I tell him not to, and he comes up with ridiculous reasons about why, citing that my eyesight will suffer if I leave the blinds down, and that it's good for air circulation to have the door open. Even beyond that, he is knowingly and purposely a douchebag to people just for fun. And he finds it amusing. It's frustrating beyond belief. He also likes to put on music and open the blinds while I'm asleep. It's driving me crazy. Today, I lost it. It got to the point where he came in and I had the song I Don't Care by Fall Out Boy on. He decides to sing along to the song, at the top of his lungs, despite not knowing the words. So, instead, he decides to ad-lib about how "Awful" the song is, and how I'm stupid I am for liking this kind of music. That pissed me off enough, but I just put on my headphones and tuned it out. A few minutes later, I hear him yelling, so I take off the headphones, and he's screaming for me to stop sneezing and coughing, that it's getting on his nerves, and throws a box of Sudafed at me, telling me to take it so that I can "shut the hell up". This was too much for me, and I stood up, knocking my chair halfway across the room (not a big feat, the room is painfully small). Having enough, I screamed at him to shut the fuck up, as well as a few other choice obscenities that I will omit here. Then, pushing him out of the way, I stormed out of the room, slammed the door, and went outside, where I had a bit of an altercation with a brick wall (my bloody hand is evidence that the wall won). He had class about a half hour later, so I just went down and got some dinner, and went back to the dorm after. When I got back, I saw that his status was "Shut the fuck up!" -Mike Campbell (that's me, for those of you who don't know). Naturally, this made me angry. So I commented on it saying fuck you, etc. He responded with, LITERALLY, a five-page rant about how horrible of a person I am. I can't take this shit for a whole year. I'm talking to my RA tomorrow, to see if we can figure something out. |
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4791 days Last activity: 4803 days |
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| False, he is writing!
The person below me is currently wishing that they were somewhere else. |
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4791 days Last activity: 4803 days |
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| False, I don't mess around with Apple.
The person below me is male. |
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4791 days Last activity: 4803 days |
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| I'm totally cool with making this an overall Mike hatefest.
However, I talked to Jon, my RA, this morning. He said the deadline to change roommates was the 17th. I explained the whole scenario, including what I said to him, and he advised me to just tough through it for a bit and see if it gets better. He said to come see him if it gets to the point where I really can't take it and he keeps bothering me. I like him and respect him, so I'll give it a shot, on his advice. |
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4791 days Last activity: 4803 days |
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| Couldn't be truer.
The person below me never thought about what it would be like if our feet faced the other way until right now. |
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4791 days Last activity: 4803 days |
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| With grey skies overhead, Oliver Kane looks out through the veil of heavy rain at the window across the way. Behind that window lies what has now become his home. Well, a place to stay, anyway. Because Oliver wouldn’t consider the small, hot, cramped dorm room any more a home than his current perch on a ledge, several feet above the roof of a six-story parking structure. He’s been away at college, almost a hundred miles away from his family and all of his old friends, for about three months now, and has hated every moment of it. Ultimately, it has brought him to this: sitting on the roof of a building, in the pouring rain, wondering where he want wrong. In his hand, occasionally being thrown and caught again, is a small glass sphere, filled with sand and water. He looks again with disdain at the closed blinds in the window, behind which his insufferable, awful excuse for a roommate is no doubt fucking another nameless, faceless girl, and then down at the glass sphere. If possible, the look of loathing and disgust deepens, and he catches the sphere and holds on this time, tighter than seemingly necessary. He slowly pulls back his arm, as if to throw the glass ball, when he hears a soft scuffling noise behind him. He whips his head around sharply, rain flying off of his short black hair, as he steadies himself on the edge of the roof with his left hand. He can’t see anything, but knows that someone or something is there.
“Who’s there?” he asks loudly, scanning the roof below for the source of the noise. “Oh, it’s just me,” says a soft, gentle, friendly-sounding voice to his right. As his eyes shoot to where the voice came from, he sees a pretty girl hauling herself up onto the ledge. She has brown hair, braided into a ponytail that lies halfway down her back, and stunning blue eyes. She’s wearing a pale yellow t-shirt of a band that Oliver has never heard of, light, faded jeans, and rainbow-colored flip-flops. Her skin is pale, but she doesn’t seem sickly. Sitting down on the far side of the ledge, she smiles over cheerily at Oliver, letting her legs swing joyfully in the rain. “And who exactly are you?” he asks, perplexed by this strange girl’s appearance. “Me? I’m Julia!” she says, as if this is all the explanation that is required. “And you are?” “Uh, Oliver. Oliver Kane,” he says, still confused by her presence. “Nice to meet you, Oliver. Lovely day, isn’t it?” “No. Not at all. It’s pouring.” “Oh, well, I’ve always liked the rain. I know most people don’t, but I think that it has a strange sense of...oh, I don’t know...majesty to it, don’t you think?” “Not really,” Oliver says, giving Julia a strange look. “Well maybe you’re just not looking hard enough,” she says with a warm smile. “So what brings you up here today, Oliver Kane?” “Surely not the view,” he grumbles, casting an eye over the grey, dreary landscape, filled with tall buildings, smoke emissions from the engineering building just behind his dorm, and the smoldered ruins of Adams Hall, which had recently burned down in a very tragic (more like melodramatic, Oliver thought) fashion. “I don’t think it’s so bad. Better to see the world for what it is than live in ignorance, don’t you think?” Julia replies, keeping her sunny disposition. “I guess so. But that doesn’t make this shithole any better to look at,” he sneers. Julia nods solemnly, still smiling. “Well, if it’s not the view, then why are you up here?” she asks him again. “It’s...kind of a long story,” he says hesitantly. “I have time,” she chirps, smiling at him again. “Well...why do you care, anyway? You don’t even know me.” “Of course I do! You’re Oliver Kane!” she says, laughter in her eyes. “Okay, yeah, you know my name, but you don’t know anything else about me. You don’t know where I’m from, what I’m like, what music I listen to, what I do for fun--” “Alrighty then, fill me in, Oliver. Where are you from? Tell me what you’re like. What music do you listen to? What do you do for fun?” she cuts him off, giggling playfully. Oliver looks at her, smiles to himself, and begins to talk, a bit of the hostility leaving his voice. “As you wish. Like I said, I’m Oliver Kane. I’m from St. Cloud, Minnesota. I’d like to think I’m a relatively nice guy. I’m typically shy, and never usually talk to people that I don’t know like this. I’m a good listener, and when I come out of my shell, I know how to have a good time. I listen to mostly alternative and punk bands, and I’m pretty close-minded when it comes to music. For fun, I like to read, I don’t really watch TV much, or play video games. Oh, and I like to play football. Well, I used to, anyway.” “See, there we go. Now I know lots about you, and you can tell me why you’re up here, right?” “I guess. I just...a lot of things in my life have been going wrong lately, and I guess I just kind of came up here to get away from it all.” “In a temporary sense or a permanent sense?” Julia asks shrewdly, the humor in her voice replaced with sharp intuition. Oliver hesitates to answer, and Julia nods slowly. “So, what exactly has been going wrong?” Jumping on the chance to avoid her previous question, Oliver answers quickly. “Well, pretty much everything. I can’t stand it here. I haven’t made a single friend yet. My roommate is a sex-craved douchebag who is currently either annoying the hell out of me, or asking me to stay out of the room so he can fuck some girl he just met. I have to be alone in every class, at every meal, and when I’m allowed to be there, all I do, even on Friday nights, is sit in my room and read. And when Blaise, my roommate, has a girl over, I just go to the library and read. It’s awful. I don’t have the slightest shred of a life, or anything even close to a friend. And I tried to join the football team, because I thought maybe I could make friends that way, and I played horrible in tryouts, and was practically laughed off the field. So, not only was that a tough blow to my self-esteem, it was also basically me ruining the one chance I had at making friends. Not that I probably would have gotten along with them anyway, most football players are meat-headed jocks. Even though all of that was hard enough, I was still getting by, because I knew that the people I had back in St. Cloud would always be there for me. Problem is, I was wrong. So, I had finally managed to scrounge up enough money for a two-way train ticket home and back here, so I went home for Thanksgiving weekend, thinking that it would be pretty much like rejuvenating myself in a social sense. But it wasn’t. I saw all my old friends, and it was all so different. They treated me differently, I felt out of place and unwanted, and it just wasn’t the same. To cap it off, when I went to visit my girlfriend at her school this past weekend, she ended up breaking up with me because she didn’t think that I was making enough of an effort in our relationship, and that she deserved better. And, if that ALL isn’t enough to make my life a living hell, I was looking on the online system that shows our grades, and as it turns out, I’m failing three of my five classes, because I’ve been skipping so many of them because I’ve been so depressed and apathetic. So, to wrap up my incredibly long, self-absorbed, and probably extremely annoying rant, pretty much everything in my life is falling apart, and I can’t take it anymore. Why I’m telling you ANY of this, I don’t even know, but...” “Well, that does sound pretty bad, Oliver, but I think you’re looking at things the wrong way.” “The wrong way? What other way is there to possibly look at them?” “Everything that can have a negative spin put on it can also have a positive one,” she says with a grin. “Oh yeah? Go ahead, try to make any of that shit positive.” “Okay. First of all, it’s very rare to find a good roommate. Does he steal or break your things? Does he treat you poorly? Other than being a little annoying and a bit inconveniencing, does he do anything particularly wrong?” Julia inquires. “Well...no, I guess not...” “Exactly, so it could be much worse. As for the football team, you said it yourself. You seem like you’d get along with deeper, more emotional types of people, so it would be futile to make friends with the football players. Not making the team just gives you more of an opportunity to find the types of people that you’ll actually get along with. Plus, you didn’t seem too thrilled about actually playing, either, just about making friends.” “Well, yeah, I guess you’re right,” he admits. “In regards to your friends, it was a bit foolish of you to think that you could go back and have everything the way it was before.” “Why is that foolish? In the summer, and even mostly during the school year, we’d all hang out like every night, late into the night. We were like siblings. We were inseparable. And I go back and feel like an outcast. How is it foolish to expect to still be accepted?” “Did your friends all go away too? Or are they all still living in St. Cloud?” she asks him. “They all stayed there. They either went to community colleges, St. Cloud State, or didn’t go to college.” “Exactly. You can’t just expect to be gone for three months, three months during which they were almost definitely doing the same thing that you had been accustomed to doing with them, without you, and then to come back and everything be the way it was. As much as they may have missed you, the fact is, they most likely got used to you not being there. When you came back, it was different for them. Maybe they did different things, had new inside jokes that you weren’t a part of, or anything else similar. But the fact is, you have to give things like that time. The longer you’re back there with them, the more a part of the group you’ll be again, and the more things will be like old times. It wasn’t their distaste for you that made it different, it was the distance.” “That’s a good point,” he concedes. “Your grades are simple enough to fix. Start caring. It’s only early December. You still have a few weeks to kick it into high gear and pass those classes. Most classes are weighted mostly on the final anyway, so as long as you study hard and put in the extra work that you need to, you can definitely still do it.” “Yeah. Yeah I can,” he says, confidently. “And as for your girlfriend...you have one of two options. Either she’ll come around and see the mistake that she’s making, if you’re half as good of a guy as you seem to be, or she won’t, and you’ll move on and find someone that is more deserving of a good guy than someone stupid enough to throw him away. Of course, break-ups are never easy, but let’s face it: this girl, if she was willing to toss you to the curb, isn’t worth throwing yourself off of a parking structure. If you really love something, set it free, and if it comes back, it’s yours forever. If she comes back, great. If she doesn’t, maybe it’s just not meant to be, and maybe the girl you are meant to be with is closer than you think.” “You’re right. You’re definitely right. But I have a question.” “Shoot.” “Why are you doing this?” “Doing what?” “Helping me.” “Hmm. I think the better question would be, why not?” “Because, despite getting a brief history of what I say I’m like and my current problems, you really don’t know me.” “Since when do you have to know a person to care about them and want to help them?” “You’re a great person, you know that, Julia?” “I’m glad you think so,” she says shyly, smiling at him again. “You know, I don’t actually think I’ve ever seen you around campus.” “I’m not surprised,” she says quietly. “I’m really glad I came up here today. You helped me a lot, you know. I know I barely even know you, but you’re good at making me see things in a different light.” “I’m glad I could help you, at least,” she says. “Well, we went over why I’m up here...why did you come up here today?” he asks keenly. “Surely not the view...” she mutters, quietly again, her voice tainted, for the first time in the conversation, with unhappiness. Oliver continues to look out over the bleak skyline, nodding in agreeance with her sentiment. “But I thought you said it wasn’t so bad,” he says humorously. She says nothing in response, and Oliver continues to sit, staring into the rain, quietly in thought. He hears a creaking sound behind him, and turns his head around. The last thing he sees before the door down into the parking structure slams shut is a long, brown ponytail, whipping through the open door frame. |
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4791 days Last activity: 4803 days |
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| True, to the highest degree.
The person below me is very upset with someone right now. |
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4791 days Last activity: 4803 days |
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| I appreciate the advice and concern, everyone, and took your advice and went to see the doctor. He said it was a pretty bad high ankle sprain, and gave me some painkillers and said to keep icing it and keeping it wrapped up like I had been. I also happened to have some crutches lying around the house, which he advised me to use, as the less weight was on it, the better (but I obviously couldn't just stop going to class because of it). I saw him on Friday, and since, it's feeling even better than the last time I said that it was feeling better. I can walk on it fine without the crutches now (I'm still using them just as a precaution) and even went out for a short run yesterday. It wasn't 100%, but the pain was at a minimum, it felt great compared to how the last two and a half weeks have felt. Hopefully I'll be 100% by Sunday, our team has a pre-season tournament (for ranking purposes and whatnot).
And Katana, it's nice to see someone that understands the passion for it, as you put it. haha. |
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4791 days Last activity: 4803 days |
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| Kronos, Phoenix, whatever the hell you call yourself nowadays: I forgot about the whole thing with Alexa lol. I was like hold up, why do you not like him? But yeah, that was ridiculous.
Seijika, I like your style. But he's crazy enough to do it back. As for an update on the situation, today was day 6 of not speaking. It's going relatively well. We stay out of each other's way, and all is well. It's a tad awkward, but awkward is much better than interaction, when it comes to this guy. |
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4791 days Last activity: 4803 days |
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| False. My old computer died, and all my iTunes stuff was on there, so I currently have no playlists.
The person below me thinks that Cap'n Crunch is the best breakfast cereal. |
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cityondown012510 Red Cheep-cheep Since: 05-30-10 From: Bensalem Since last post: 4791 days Last activity: 4803 days |
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| blah. i hate it. so much. i think i'm gonna take the whole thread down actually. |
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