Lenticular_J

Not like it's hard. Girls our age are a lot easier than you think. You see, society has taught them (as well as most guys) that dating should be a guy paying for their entertainment, and after a few dates the guy will get the sex. Pretty much civilized prostitution. Of course, a lot of girls when they first begin dating, will date boys their age that dump them after a couple dates and don't get said sex. After a few cycles, the girls think. "If I give sex, I get dates. Hurray!" Pretty ridiculous if you ask me. Dating should be a 50/50 thing in all aspects (well, most). When and if I'm a parent, I'm most certainly going to teach my kids differently. I might have to homeschool them, really, because I'm just lucky I have a dad and brother that taught me what I really need to know (dating-wise).

I'm tired of Mexican food. I have it several times a week. I mean, I guess I shouldn't complain. Most people probably don't get Mexican this good. But it gets old after 14 years... Or whenever I could actually taste and distinguish Mexican from other foods.

4400 work? I rode a bike with a friend today. Then we met a friend of ours before she went to soccer practice and helped her warm up a little. And then I had microwavable roast beef and mashed potatoes that I actually quite enjoyed. Not too bad, all in all.

Hahahahaha you think he'll end up in prison because he plays a videogame. That's so cute. Are you twelve or something? Because guess what: being twelve sucks. And if you keep thinking, "Hey, these kids are so immature!" you're going to have no friends. Nobody likes that kid. Wait, what just happened? I started a rant, that's what. Anyways, who gives a [cabbage], he's playing a videogame. If you really live in Salem, and he's really got illegal immigrant parents, odds are they teach him between right and wrong a helluva lot more actively than your parents. I guess I know too many illegals, and that makes my view a little bit skewed, but their parents really teach them as good as they can. And a lot of the time, the kids don't listen. Most of the second-generation kids I know act like total thugs everywhere else, get home, and they're little angels. Kinda wierd. Just chill out bro. There's no such thing as mature, anyways. You know the old guys in Secondhand Lions (one of the best movies EVER)? Would you call them mature? Probably not. Awesome? CHYES. I'm disappointed in riku, since he should know better about illegals (don't you live in San Antonio?). Nick's pretty much right. Half of their parents are lawn workers, but they provide for their families, which is more than I can say for some of the 14-year olds having kids. Although there is a bonus to that: spontaneous stroller races.

Gotta say, I doubt it'll be as good as the first - makes me feel bad, but sequels are often too disappointing. Should still be a good game, but you can't beat the first... Which I need to play again. I'm considering selling it, but a friend that wants it probably will never actually buy it, so I need to plaaaay. Only time I've gone through it felt kind of rushed.

Since it'll probably jsut be a snippet, I really recommend a stretch of some older song with a lotta guitar in it. My cousin uses the beginning of Paradise City, and it's really pretty cool.

157 is underweight? Wow, I need to work out more. That's still about 10 more than I weigh. And I'm 6"1.

When I was in in the West Coast, I played up my Texas accent ridiculously. I turned my slightly slow drawl into something you'd expect in a crappy western movie. Girls loved it :thumbup:

I'm 6"1, about 150 pounds. Pretty good shape, particularly my lower body. Not as happy with my upper body, and I'm having trouble working on it because I've found some complications with my wrists (I broke both of them last year, only my left was treated and I never got correct rehab). But I can run a mile in 6 minutes, and that was a few days ago - I haven't run a mile since February before that. Not bad if you ask me. Plus, getting better since I started biking. My legs are looking so toned and tanned. I'd do me. I went and spotted a friend today (they had 2-a-days, but the coaches just let me hang out), and we have a few new kids that are pretty much ridiculous. What kind of fifteen or sixteen year old should weigh 200+ pounds of pretty much pure muscle, It's almost disgusting. They aren't toned, and they're short (two of them, they look like brothers but I don't think they are), so it looks like they're fat, but then they pick you up with one hand and you pee yourself a little. Pretty crazy guys.

I leave my house pretty much every day for a few hours, if I come back at all. Wake up at 10 or 11, shower, do any chores, let my dog out, go off with my friends. Pretty good life if you ask me. One thing isn't so good, though. My Mamaw is really sick. She got admitted to the hospital last night, and she has cancer all over her body. Prognosis is in days. We're going to try and see her soon.

Are you from America? Because you should definitely make your accent as ridiculously far from an English one as possible. One rule to follow with girls in high school (oh wait, is high school still until you're eighteen in England? I forget your schoolish ways): they love accents. You could have an evil villain accent (mustache and all!) and they'd love you for it. Believe me. I've done it.

Messenger bags like the ones he posted are designed for "bike" messengers. The messenger bag you probably had was a canvas one designed more for style then functionality. I personally use a Manhattan Portage Cornell bag. Ah. That's probably right. I'm not a pro at bags like I thought. If it's thirty miles roundtrip, I guess that isn't a terrible biking trip. Plus you're right, that's a very good workout. And if I had to choose one of those bags, I think the Chrome one looks cooler. You'll have all the ladies into bike messengers.

Well, odds are you've already broken the three-second rule. It's really the first time you see a girl that you get the three-second rule, but it can go on further. Next time you see her, if you can't work up yourself to talking to her in three seconds, it's too late. You'll already have psyched yourself out. You could tell her you like her straight out. Not in a creepy way or anything, in a cooooooooool way. Might get her. Who knows. Maybe she has a shrine dedicated to you in her closet? ;)

Because Merriam and Webster define science as: "See: buzzkill." Seriously, look it up. And while you're at it, did you know "gullible" is getting taken out of there? Seriously.

Wait, you bike thirty miles to school? I have a feeling you just take the subway or something, but I don't know if Bakersfield is that big of a city ... Either way I vote just get a good backpack. Messenger bags aren't for riding, or holding a lot of stuff in - at least the one I used to have wasn't. Plus they get annoying as hell to just walk with them. Guess I'm not used to holding what is, essentially, a man purse. Although when I become a man and can't bring a backpack everywhere, I will be sad.

Of course it isn't a substitute. Keeping your eyes in the sky isn't a substitute for living on the ground. That goes for everything. Plenty of theists forget about the ground, and so do plenty of atheists. Who gives a flying [bleep] if it doesn't matter in some "big picture". The universe isn't going to matter to us (at least for a very very very very very very very long time), so let's just chill here.

you tricksy little bastard. and in case none of you were aware, he's a tricksy bastard, because that was his last post, and I figured out where he went, and the now off and away was him saying he was leaving. I think. Let's go to Raleigh and hunt him down. It's too ... Not illegal brewery in here.

AUGH FINE CALM DOWN EVERYONE This was at my Mamaw's birthday in early July. Hence fancy clothes and other people. I was posing with my cousin, hence face and pointing. Oh, and you can probably see my name on that nametag. I can't, but I already know my name, so I guess it doesn't matter. And those are the coolest sunglasses ever. [hide=][/hide]

Eeeeexactly.

That is a good one. Everyone needs to do this. If it's during a thunderstorm (or a storm is close by, no rain) then it's just amazing. I'd love it if I could do it a couple hours from a major city - imagine the lights! but I've only done it in Canadian and some fields near Amarillo. So much fun.

I don't like being in pictures. But I love taking pictures of others. Is that a confession? I reckon so.

In the world. Right? Like 51% - 49%. That's a whole 2% of women left so sad and alone. The last part, well, watch more 90's movies.

I used to be afraid of cameras hidden in my phone or something whenever I changed or generally got naked. Now I pose for said cameras. No problems with paranoia. It'll probably pass. Or you'll end up a crazy cat guy.

I can get down the street. It's exciting me. I only learned how last week, and I only started biking often yesterday. I go for about 30 minute stretches, because I try and go faster and faster. I can't hop curbs or anything, I go through the street and up driveways if I need on the sidewalk. I live in a residential area, so I really just have to watch out for people pulling out of the driveway. Wide roads. I have some Wal-mart mountain bike of my brother's. It has a bad seat because it was built for, you know, mountain biking. I might be getting my own soon though, because my parents have noticed how much I like it. Too bad I won't be able to ride it to school. Bikes get stolen a lot.

I'm probably not getting enough. I try to get at last three glasses a day. Sometimes I overachieve, usually I drink two or three, but sometimes I forget completely. I drink too much milk. I have an infinitely full thing of Hershey's strawberry milk syrup, and I've used it for well over two years. PRETTY CRAZY. I'm gonna have to drink less water once school starts. Too much of a hassle trying to carry five bottles of water around all day.