Lenticular_J

I stopped reading. Oh, just because you think relationships should be a one-hit kill when you're forty-five, not everybody else does. Only thing I thought was funny was the love part.

They do it with more than ten weapons per group or person, I believe, they just don't have the showtime to put all of them in.

It's happened to me before. I've dreamt of a teacher and a few people from school before I've met them. I think I'm Medium. Talking to ghosts and stuff. Go Medium.

I loved building tree houses when my Sims 2 and everything didn't decide "[bleep] YOU".

I posted this somewhere else, so you might not understand some stuff, but I had a dream last night. A good one. Pretty long story. [hide=]Maaaaan, I'm getting my yearly reoccurring lucid dream. Same topic as last year's, only we've switched places. The crazy thing is, I can only slightly control myself, and I can remember every last thing about the dream so well. Sum up of last time: Italian exchange students were at my old house in Amarillo, and I was hosting a brother (who became a good friend) and his sister. He was a little older than me, not more than a year, and his sister was a year or two younger. Didn't pay much attention to her. Now, this year, I took a theater trip to a small, tourist-oriented village in Italy, probably in the Alps. Now, I spent a lot of time in the hotel trying to leave, walking around (as I always do), and during that time it was a very dry place, because I knew nobody but old people. It felt like, well, here. But then, a whole bunch of kids showed up. Guess who two of them were? Yep, my old pals. And now, they had grown up too. The girl, who used to be quiet, is now a petite Italian beauty. She's dyed her hair in a lot of wicked colors, and it looks [bleep]ing awesome. So, I'm walking around in my boxers and my glasses, playing in the snow with everyone (nothing shrinks, yo!), when my pal tells me I should get his sister to "show me around". So I do, and I run back to the hotel to throw some clothes and crap on. For some reason I keep running around when I do that. And old people keep coming into the bathroom to pee. Anyways, after lots of suspense, I get all slicked up, and meet her in that same bathroom. The next [bleep]ing two days, imagine songs like "Hey Julie" (by Fountains of Wayne) playing across some sort of date movie's cutsie photo flappy moment that you know you loved. Good two days. Then, my teacher shows up, and tells us we have to get our [wagon] back to our final exam. I remember some religious service started then, but my lady didn't care a whole lot. I walked over and took it real fast, came back and gave her a kiss, but then I had to help Val Kilmer stop the Storm Troopers from levelling the village. We were not successful. It rapidly became a Serenity-Valley style battle. I was not Mal, she was not Zoey, but we could actually see their action. I sniped a dude about to snipe Mal. So you should thank me for the entire show of Firefly. Interesting. I plan on meeting this girl. She made this day start great.[/hide]

Probably grunt. Although I'd be a pilot anyday, eyes aren't good enough.

Corn on a cob? Easy. Just slap it on a spit and throw in on the grill. That one's all trial and error. I think you can just cook it in boiling water, too. Here, I'll do a recipe for the boiled corn, since with the grill it's literally "throw it on the grill". [hide=Corn on the cob.]Name: CORN ON THE COB Section: Appetizers/Soup/Salad Origin: South? Ingredients CORN, pan, grill. Recipe: (Boiled) Bring a big pan filled about halfway with water to a nice boil. Add corn. Let the water return to boiling. AS SOON AS IT BOILS, cover the pot and turn off the heat. Leave the pot alone for about ten, fifteen minutes. Then, corn out, salt and butter on, MMMMM. (Grilled) Stick a spit through some fresh corn. Plop it on the grill, rotating very frequently. Shouldn't take more than a few minutes; corn is very easy to grill. Notes: Make sure it's fresh corn. Summer is the best time to buy. Make sure the kernels are firm underneath very green stems or leaves or whatever they are. Husk it yourself - always tastes better. And make sure to get all the little strings out - bring a pocketknife, but be careful not to crush kernels.[/hide] [hide=Homemade BBQ Sauce]Well, not a recipe, but a tip for my next recipe. I personally love to have a steak with lots of homemade barbecue sauce on one side and lots of A1 on the other (I drown every steak I eat in A1, it's a bad habit because some people find it offensive, but I JUST LOVE A1!). Anyways, my personal favorite is actually Paula Deane's sauce, mixed with about a half-tablespoon of cayenne powder and some jalapeno juice - very little! So, there ya go.[/hide] [hide=STEAK STEAK STEAK STEAK]Name:Lovely steak. Section: Meat Entrees. Origin: No idea, probably Europe. Ingredients Steak, barbecue sauce (if wanted), good grill, kosher sauce, cracked black pepper, meat thermometer. Recipe: First, how to pick a steak: I personally love strip (New York), as it's right in the middle of tough and tender. Now, before you buy or cook (please, buy from a local butcher), make sure it's about 1/2-1 inch thick (like 2 centimeters?), and weighs at least 6 oz. Also, make sure there's a good bit of marbling, it will help the steak grill. Now, cooking: Start the grill going. Not gonna teach you how to use a charcoal grill or fire pit, although those are the best, they're pretty uncommonly used. Now, season your raw steaks with the salt and pepper. Let them sit for a few minutes while the grill heats up. Now, put them on the grill - if there's a nice sizzle when you put them on, the grill's perfect heat. Now, cook for about 4 minutes on each side. I'm not sure how to make those sweet grilling marks, so I won't. Put your barbecue sauce on whatever side you want, but make sure you do it after the steak has grilled a little while. Use a meat thermometer to see if they're good (rare is about 115 to 120 degrees F, medium rare is 125 degrees F, and medium is 135 to 140 degrees F), let them sit for a few minutes, and DIG THE [bleep] IN.[/hide]

Just like we won't know about the next missing link until it's found. Neither religion or science should be treated as an end-all, especially when people are discussing "Why?" and not "How?" Leave how to the mayor and why to the village idiot.

Yeah, it is, because all you guys do is throw [cabbage] at each other. Note: Your insults back and forth are the metaphorical feces. This is why I've pretty much given up on debating, because that's all there is any more. Both sides have pretty valid points, although I still believe in evolution being a keg of gunpowder lit by a match.

Isn't death sixteen? I don't think he's drunk, but ... I'm really ANGRY. I don't know WHY. I guess because school still isn't OVER. And tomorrow will be LONG. And tonight I have HOMEWORK DAMMIT. I took the Accuplacer today, though. Got an 8 on my essay, 119 on the sentence skills, 115 on reading comprehension, and 85 on elementary algebra. Good enough to get into a dual credit class :thumbup:

Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahah There really is middle ground you guys. We have a lot of laughs.

Well, it's different on what you're in. Football and lifting and basketball have to get there at 7:30, then aren't done until 9:30, and have to get back at 4:10 until 5:30, although during football you never know how long you'll stay for sure. The other sports are usually just 2:40-5:00. But still, I find it odd how short all these schedules are. Some two or three hours shorter than mine. I thought you all had longer days than me. Crazy.

You surely mean chase a naked fat man into the elevator, and then stand calmly. Whilst nude. I don't ride elevators often. Usually when I do I'm excited that I'm in a magic room that will make me travel up a mountain.

I had a couple McDonald's chicken sandwiches yesterday. Really not bad. A dollar each, too. And they're about the size of a regular burger. Pretty tasty, and I usually hate McDonald's. Meat's too dry and overcooked (and just low-quality - us southern folk know our beef) and rest is just too salty. But those sandwiches are nummy.

Bad day or so. Last night, a mother [bleep]ing brown recluse spider was jumping around my bed, so I tried to kill the little [cabbage], but it jumped OUT MY WINDOW. So I went downstairs, tried to sleep, couldn't, went back up, sprayed my bed with Raid, waited like an hour, then went to sleep. Today I'm hella tired. I tried to put together these metal shelves, but Sutherlands can't sell quality metals, so I nearly lost my finger thanks to some rivets and whatnot breaking off, and a hundred pounds of sharp metal coming down on it. I have to go to the doctor after my Accuplacer tomorrow to see if I need surgery or what. AND I STILL HAVEN'T EATEN. Nothing to cook, especially nothing I could make with one hand. Mom doesn't want to cook. I am sad.

Actually those examples are proof of evolution shown by the fossil in the opening post not creationism. [bleep] me, why can't evolution just be the how and not the why? And people need to stop taking evolution so seriously. It made pandas, the real [bleep]-ups of nature. When I'm in a bad mood, I pretend I'm writing for Cracked. Anyways, it looks like a velociraptor with a knife through its foot to me. Not really a link between whatever mammal-monkey thing before it and whatever mammal-monkey thing after.

It all makes so much sense now.

Ahaha, rejection. I used to be kinda scared of it, because I only knew the "Wanna go out?" I asked one girl out that way, back in seventh grade, and got the "Let's just be friends." Didn't even know girls knew the ljbf back then. Anyways, now I do the cool thing, "You wanna tag along?" dealio. I wouldn't call it rejection if they don't want to, because it might not even be a date by the end of the date. I've made some cool gal buddies doing that.

[/hide] Which is why I'm not bothered to wear an helmet. Spend 75 dollars on a helmet? That is un-reusable once crashed? No thanks. 75 dollars on a helmet that you would be unlikely to crush more than twice in your life > thousands in ER bills.

My dad has one. He's thought it would help him quit smoking. It's pretty stupid - he goes from one replacement to another one (usually changing between cigars and cigarettes), but never does the stuff that would be most likely to make him quit. My parents spend well over a hundred dollars on smokes each week together. Pretty crazy. Anyways, he doesn't smoke his electronic cigarette because he can't find anything to make it taste better. I guess the regular tar tastes too much like candy? :lol:

AWESOME. He just needs a lightsaber or something. Then he'll have the tea. Yes, all the tea.

Haha movie theaters. I avoid "going to the movies" with most of my friends now. It's excuses for them and their "girlfriends" to [bleep] in the back. I don't get it. I guess because they can't drive and there's nowhere else to go, but it's still hilarious.

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Well, you're little. But you've barely hit puberty. Remember that all of us have a good few years and most of us have about 50 pounds on you :lol: I picked up our dryer today. I was mad because it shrunk a shirt. It was pretty cool. It isn't any more than 180 pounds, though.

cigarettes make you look cool? sense when? You need to watch more good movies.