Lenticular_J

I actually have a hobby of licking public toilet seats. That was a lie, I'm sorry. You can quote me out of context, though.

Wow. That's a lot. All I'm looking at are UT Austin (first), Columbia University and New York University. Then again, all I'm looking at are places either in-state with good financial aid or major schools with amazing financial aid. I'll just get some scholarships though, it's whatevs. Not scared at all with admission, seeing as I already have near-perfect SATs and I'm kind of an amazing essay writer. And the 4.00 GPA and being in the top 6 or 7% of my class (as long as I stay in the top 8% I'm guaranteed to UT, but I'm planning on going into a rigorous honors program that replaces my core classes - it will be fun). Things have a way of falling into place for me though. Big things, at least.

I can help you there.

I'm getting chicken fried steak tonight. I am so happy it is my brother's birthday.

Depends on if the shirt is fairly simple. Or really rad. Go big or go home.

To be honest, if you wear shirts like that and always have your hair like a hedgehog, you won't look too good together. But I kid. Tell her you're going to go practice your kite flying and would like her to join you. Do it tomorrow.

That makes it more fun. Besides, if your roommate seems to be a guy that's exactly like you, it'll get old quick. Or he'll be some sort of murdering rapist. You're better off with a foreign guy, though. It's like taking in a little brother. Or, in the case of my friend Devi, a little brother that does world-class karate, modeling, dancing, and money-having.

You're wearing an undershirt ... Under a t-shirt? I do not understand that logic at all.

I'm surprised I haven't shared this already. Made a batch for my brother just now. Oh God orgasmic. Ingredients: 1/2 cup peanut butter 1/4 cup butter 1 cup chocolate chips 1/2 teaspoon vanilla 9 cups Crispix cereal (any flavor) 1-1/2 cups powdered sugar Instructions: 1. Combine peanut butter, butter and chocolate chips in a microwave safe bowl. 2. Microwave for one minute then stir to blend all ingredients thoroughly. Add 1/2 tsp. vanilla. Stir well. 3. Place the 9 cups of Crispix cereal in a very large bowl. 4. Pour the peanut butter-chocolate mixture over the cereal and toss evenly, making sure all the cereal gets a good covering. 5. Coat with powdered sugar, sprinkling evenly over the cereal and tossing as you sprinkle to cover each piece well. From here. I don't use vanilla, and I make the peanut butter/chocolate mix on the stove (tricky). But this is the recipe.

That's what I've been told by everyone who is past their first year of college. And a lot of my friends that are just in that first year. Now I find it so ridiculous when people make big deals about things at my school.

I don't think I've ever even had one of those great passionate kisses. I should hop on board this lip train.

See, the thing is, there are gestures that are considered charming. Like maintaining eye contact and talking with your hands (or with your hands calm and letting your face describe everything - I sometimes I have this weird thing with blinking from my contacts, so I prefer to keep my hands close to the lower part of my face). Using a person's name fairly often in conversation is another one of these gestures. Physical contact. There are bunches. Keeping your hands in your pockets, eyes on the ground, or speaking quietly (whatever the case may be) won't win over many people in general.

Girls notice every single little detail. At times, it's like they're robots. Like I said, you can get away with more with young girls (or dumb girls, or drunk girls), but a quality lady of any age is bound to be obscenely clever with social situations. You also mentioned that you rarely make eye contact. No matter who you are, that will bug people. There's very little that gets under my skin farther than people who won't look me in the eye or shake my hand. Everyone notices things like that. Same as smiling. Nobody cares if you can talk about interesting things if you make them uncomfortable with bad composure and a lack of eye contact. A good conversationalist knows that they merely need to direct the conversation subtly and let the other person do all heavy lifting. Everyone loves to talk, even moreso about themselves. If you get a conversation where you're speaking 30-40% of the time and the other is 60-70%, you're golden, Ponyboy. Pulled those percents out of thin air, but you read me.

What? Get away with it? That's denial. Should you also ignore how you talk, what you wear, and exercise? No no no no. Baby steps, and understanding how to use body language to make others comfortable is a baby step that provides massive results in all social areas of life. You shouldn't condone a girl cheating. Or allow her to use you to cheat because she's attractive. Establish the ground rules. Be a man. A very young man. Just learning. But you will be learning. You have so much leeway in high school. You can experiment however you want, try nearly anything, and any consequences will be minimal. Be flirtatious. Wink at her in the hallways. Compliment her from time to time (very small compliments, I wouldn't recommend trying a verbal form of a neg unless you think you can pull it off - and if you can get by without them, great). Dance with her in the middle of the hallway during a passing period. Start dancing, by the way. Often. With everyone. It's fun, and will simply make people adore you.

They don't shrink at all, actually. The 3% spandex makes a big difference. Although they can get hot. The medium fits best on you? I wear a small. Although, to be fair, they border on too-small.

I have never been told to go back to class. To be fair, I'm almost a legend. To be even more fair, none of our doors are ever locked and nobody really cares what you do. But three tardies and you have ISS or something, I think. I don't really know. This school year might be funny at the beginning. At that little meeting, the associate principal said there would be changes to the dress code, but he didn't know what they were. Some girl interpreted that as meaning "No dress code!" It spread like wildfire.

God, for the past year anytime there's been even a slight break in the conversation, people would use the awkward turtle. It's like people are scared of silence.

There's really not so much wrong with fat, despite the connotations. Fatty foods are what made our ancestors' brains grow to the size they are now. But I don't know what LDL is, so it probably has something to do with that. So I'll be quiet. You should start making scrambled eggs. Easy, quick, involves milk. Delicious.

You're supposed to lift your hat off of your head in a direct proportion with how attractive you find the woman (or how respectful you have to be to her).

The only problem is, it's an off-campus lunch. More than 1600 people leaving the parking lots out of two exits to go to very few places. Luckily, I live about a two-minute backstreet drive from the school. I'm happy. Our lunch starts at 1:39 every day except Friday, too (then it's 1:35). The principal that was explaining this seemed to find all these changes as ridiculous as we do.

My school starts at 8:40 now. Awesome. We still only have a 45-minute lunch, though. Being on one of the busiest corners in the city doesn't help that. And we still get out at four (more like 4:30 if you're lucky). Hopefully I fixed my schedule. I have a little baby English project to do sometime this week.

Then, after you've broken yourself in and started taking care of those aspects of life you might have overlooked, I'll have to shining your shoes, pressing your shirts and brushing your jackets. It's a growth cycle. Your hair suits you. Your shirt almost fits, but it isn't very attractive of a shirt. Show your pearly whites when you smile, and keep every part of your arms out of your front pockets unless receiving something. If you can't stand leaving your hands at your side, hanging them in your back pockets is a viable alternate that also helps with your posture (can't really tell if you have bad posture, but most people do).

And I live in West Texas. According to the last time I saw anyone, that makes me a cowboy. Huh. And I guess the whole ranching family thing. Which means I am the source of Stevepole's power.

Cornbread: Grandma's 365 Day Buttermilk Cornbread This is the cornbread Grandma made every day at suppertime. Some days it was supper. Modern-day cornbread sometimes contains exotic ingredients, but you will not find them here -- not even flour. Grandma lived way out in the country, and she saved her white flour for something more special than everyday bread. This is the best cornbread for cornbread dressing, and it's my favorite for eating, too. * 3 tablespoons bacon drippings * 2 eggs * 1-1/2 cups yellow corn meal * 1 teaspoon salt * 1/2 teaspoon baking soda * 1 teaspoon baking powder * 1-1/4 cups buttermilk This cornbread is best baked in a 10-inch cast-iron skillet but if you don't have one, a Pyrex dish will do just fine. If you halve this recipe, use an 8-inch square dish; if not, use a 9x13-inch dish or pan. Preheat oven to 450°F. Put the bacon drippings in your baking dish or skillet and let them melt while the oven is preheating and youre mixing up the batter. Beat the eggs in a medium bowl until frothy. Add the corn meal, salt, baking soda and baking powder, and stir to thoroughly combine. Add the buttermilk and stir well. Remove the hot pan from the oven. Swirl the pan to make sure it is coated with melted bacon drippings, and pour the bacon drippings into the batter. Stir well to combine. Pour the batter into the pan, and bake 20 to 25 minutes. Cornbread will begin to pull away from the sides of the pan. Source: http://www.texascooking.com/recipes/365cornbread.htm

Whoa, didn't you say you live in AIDSVILLE? Be careful buddy. If I were you, I would wait until you found the one. :wub: Mostly dudes have AIDs here. They can fix the simpler stuff, I guess. If I get it from a toilet seat.