Lenticular_J

Middle, probably upper. We have some financial troubles, and I have to earn most of my own money mowing lawns and stuff like that, but we're never at a loss for anything, and Christmas is usually accompanied by visiting family and a great time. We have a pretty nice house, and technically four cars, but we're trying to sell one. Well, five if you count my brother's, who lives with us. My dad's a nuclear med tech, and my mom manages a bank branch here. We're doing alright.

It would be if people went as rabid about the boogeyman as some do about atheism.

Make sure to weld the doors shut. It's the law.

1) I don't care. If you used it and robbed me, so be it - I'll pay more attention next time. If it doesn't work, nobody's the better or the worse. 2) Well, considering I know that that's a fictional character on South Park, due to the show's warning, I would not be afraid at all. If you told me a real person was stalking me, and I actually believe you, I'd tell the cops. But since I doubt would believe you, since you're just a figment of my imagination, I'd ignore it. 3) Nobody has proof on the creation (per se) of the universe, just general ideas on how, where, and when everything's going. Live and let live.

Mmm. My dad and I are comtemplating looking for some sort of muscle car - preferably a '70 Charger, early '80's Camero, maybe a Firebird - to fix up between whenever we get it and my sixteenth birthday, as my car. As I probably won't be able to get a motorcycle of my own until I'm in college, I'd be perfectly satisfied with that. But I'm also thinking about buying a true-blue hippie van. Volkswagon, psychedelic orange, fridge, bunk beds, lifting roof ...

Nah, I didn't know her that well. It's just that this has been one hell of a year already, and we're only three months in. And this was supposed to be where everything started to get better and better. :l

Yeah, that's why I want to try it out here. But the handful of people I know who've waited before say they make at least fifty dollars a night, and that's a slow, low number. On a busy night one of two of 'em made more than two hundred dollars. For four or five hours of working, even fifty seems nice. Supplemented by about ten dollars in actual salary for cab fare. :P

Awesome. Another person I know killed themselves. This is a really, really [cabbage]ty year.

Back to the good ol' game of assholery, eh? Maybe we should go back down the "Who has to give the evidence" road for the 10000000th [bleep]ing time. Anyways. You want physical proof that He exists, by my beliefs? You can sit there and type. Oh, I'm such a smartass. ^_^

Maybe not exactly a culture shock, but it will be very different. For one thing, nobody will understand him or be able to walk with him. Ever seen someone from the Northeast walk? It's ridiculous. My jog. And they're talking, oh, forget about it. In my mind, everyone in the Northeast is from a bad Mafia movie with people in New Jersey. And it's called coke.

Seventeen, apparently. That's pretty surprising. Maybe you should hang out with other couples. She'll see how it's rather common, and maybe she'll get used to it. Or maybe you'll be one of those old couples that stare at each other across the dinner table and get FAT.

Tips, lad. Tips. And I don't know why I put eight an hour. Of course waiters don't make that much. They make like two. I feel stupid, because I knew that. >_< Besides, you have to deal with annoying as [bleep] people no matter what. Might as well be able to spit in their food. (Just kidding, that would get your [wagon] fired really fast)

People don't break ribs easily, at all. This isn't Street Fighter. :/ But oh, how I wish it were. :(

Yeah, that is what we'd need. YES OH GOD YES. I might just become a movie producer simply because of how boring life is. I always imagine my life as a movie. Sometimes, I close my eyes and imagine different camera angles ... :oops: Really, though. Sometimes it's hard not to get depressed by the thought that, "This is all there is." That's why I don't really plan on settling, and doing writing for various periodicals and magazines if I ever need cash. Although nowadays, a man can't hot-air balloon across America without getting media attention. Yeah, anyways. I usually try and take the little things positive and be happy, but it's tough. Sometimes you just feel the yearning for more.

It will be massive. Very, very massive. Nebraskans are pretty nuts.

Do extremely good. And then, graduate and become the President. But don't let them do whatever they want. Be completely anti-nepotism. Only 40 years, and you'll have your revenge. It will taste sweet.

Anyone here been a waiter? I'm considering it when I turn sixteen. And then, in college. Even if I only got paid a little more than minimum wage by that time (maybe eight an hour, it's how much my brother made), the tips would probably make up for it. Right?

Call me Ishmael Yagazuki.

As much in the sense as trees and rocks, I suppose. I don't enjoy all the negative connotations that come with the word, but you could call it paganism in a sense.

.44 isn't that hard to find. I have about 500 rounds, in my new game. Although I do buy and take every single piece of ammo I find in the world.

I don't think anybody would beat up their parents.

... Exactly. There are about 12 Gods per person on this planet, currently. Whether or not they believe in Him/Her, him/her, it, whatever. If you include all of them ... Ever ... Per person ever ... Well that's just crazy.

It's actually supposed to be that an Oklahoman should never whale. I don't know why. Save the grand Oklahoman people for the trailers and NASCAR?

Heh, your parents are completely insane. I don't have much to offer in advice, but just letting you know. Having parents that're underachievers from the late seventies/early eighties is awesome.

Been working in the yard since eight. Feels good to work again. I'd still be out there, since we're only about half done, but the damn wind just blew it all to hell. Went from 2 mph to 40 in a few minutes.