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that. And also das' last post. They're only a handful of months older than in high school, you don't change that much within that window of time.

That's what I will forever associate with Topman. The cheap overpriced high street store that popularizes new trends amongst hipsters and ultimately ruins them.

I can't think of a name for your subculture but I can definitely see it. The guy who wear a skinny blazer on top of a deep scoop neck tee, followed by a pair of tight jeans and smart shoes.

You could probably squeeze me into the hipsters or the gays. I buy a lot of my clothes at skateshops but I don't dress like a skater. I have no idea where people put me.

Story of my life *self-five*

Avant-garde music / Experimental / Psychedelic pop / Neo-psychedelia / Freak folk (According to Wikipedia) [hide=Animal Collective - Summertime Clothes]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GxhaRgJUMl8 Sweet summer night and I'm stripped to my sheets Forehead is leaking, my AC squeaks and A voice from the clock says, "You're not gonna get tired" My bed is a pool and the walls are on fire Soak my head in the sink for a while Chills on my neck and it makes me smile but My bones have to move and my skin's gotta breathe You pick up the phone and I'm so relieved You slide down your stairs to the heated street And the sun has left us with slippery feet And I want to walk around with you And I want to walk around with you And be here with you, we're goin' It doesn't really matter, I'll go where you feel Hunt for the breeze, get a midnight meal I point in the windows, you point out the parks Rip off your sleeves and I'll ditch my socks We'll dance to the songs from the cars as they pass Weave through the cardboard, smell that trash Walking around in our summertime clothes, Nowhere to go while our bodies glow And we'll greet the dawn in its morning blues With purple yawn, you'll be sleeping soon And I want to walk around with you And I want to walk around with you When the sun goes down, we'll go out again Don't cool off, I like your warmth Let's leave the sound of the heat for the sound of the rain It's easy to sleep when it wets my brain It covers my rest with a saccharine sheen Kissing the wind through my window screen The restlessness calls us, that I cannot hide So much on my mind that it spills outside Do you want to go stroll down the financial street? Our clothes might get soaked, but the buildings sleep And there's no one pushing for a place As we end up at an easy pace And I want to walk around with you And I want to walk around with you I want to walk around with you Just you, just you, just you...[/hide]

It's good enough as it is. Don't use any gel at all, your hair is too long to do anything tasteful with that.

I'm trying to point out that doesn't make any sense without seeming sarcastic or cynical and this sentence is all I could come up with. Sorry.

I'm in the exact same situation with a break. I'm declaring it as indefinite as soon as I see her again (she's away, no way to contact her). Not doing so isn't really leading her on, but it isn't doing the noble, extra mile thing.

I blame both the person who exposed themselves to trolling (trollee) and the trolls. It's not the same thing as someone running in the middle of a highway and getting hit by a car; cars driving fast on a highway is normal, acceptable behavior--that's what highways are for. In that case, the person running around is responsible for whatever happens to them. The internet, however, isn't a place made for trolling. Trolling is something that shouldn't be happening in the first place, and being trolled is a risk that shouldn't be involved with the web, as opposed to speedy dangerous vehicles in the case of a highway. The only analogy for this I could think of, is running around in a field where you know there are mosquitoes and ticks and that type of nasty bugs, and then being killed by a gigantic bee. That's not a very good metaphor but hopefully it gets my point across. http://artofmanliness.com/2010/07/25/our-disembodied-selves-and-the-decline-of-empathy/ If I look up the first word of every post of yours on the Art of Manliness, will I always find a related article? :P

I buy 2500 texts per month and 10$ of call credit, which amounts to 50 minutes. Usually sufficient, comes down to 20$.

I have text, calling, music, a camera, and the average tools (voice memo, calculator, world time, etc.). I don't need anything more than that I think.

Exactly, this is nothing more than a piece of fiction. We could go on and on with "what if" stories.

Complicated, able to do six bagillion things. Not your regular phone that has calling, texting, and a couple of other minor features.

Woke up at 2am to talk to my Aussie friend. Did not go back to bed until 2pm. And it is now 6pm.

They're not wearing the same clothes. The costume designer said so. http://nymag.com/daily/entertainment/2010/08/inception_costume_designer_rev.html

The whole thing is based on [bleep]ing with your mind (down to the very last frame). That's not necessarily a bad thing, in fact, I loved the movie, but I agree with those who would have wished for more rounded characters and emotional intricacy. But really? A talentless hack? Just because a movie is geared towards the masses, that doesn't make it completely unpalatable.

Practise scales. http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/lessons/for_beginners/reading_guitar_tablature_ii.html This is really, really deeply explained.

Pick out songs you like, and figure out the really simple parts yourself, without tabs. It's important to train your ears. And your pinky. I've been playing guitar without my pinky for 8 years, and that's a major mistake.

I just sent my dad an e-mail. Maybe we can start talking again. He better not screw this up.

I get compared to Corbin Blue all the time. Because of my hair. But quite frankly, mine is better.

Can we talk about something else?

Back in the day, I had to walk that distance to school.

The idea is that you check if you're breathing manually, and when you concentrate on your breathing, you stop doing it automatically. And that's uncomfortable. Sorry, you asked for it.

Which doesn't help if your either a virgin or have barely had sex. As for bi-polar women. Ogod, my ex-ex drove me insane. She hated being a virgin also, but everytime we were about to have sex, I'd put it on and she'd say Oh.... I dont feel well. maybe another time. This carried on for 2 months until I said to her, okay, you either dont want sex or you do. Just please tell me so you dont keep messing me up. she said "Oh, I dont know". I left her right after that. 2 weeks later she had sex with a 34 year old at a club. Interesting thing, life? I hate to be a [bleep], but are you ever not complaining?