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Words.

Death has been posting almost as long as I was yesterday!

So, S won't sing with me. >.< God damnit. Edit: Won't sing Granger Danger with me at the Harry Potter party, that is.

321 was right, Maine is basically Canada!

You can get cheese slices that aren't Kraft singles.

Also, my anger's run it's course for tonight. I'm just tired right now.

I wear a seatbelt at all times. The joke there was that I started out with that first sentence, and realized how similar that was to seatbelt arguments and whatnot. Well, except when my dad is helping me deliver papers. Then I don't wear a seatbelt because we're going ~5 mph and stopping every 100 feet and I have to lean out the window.

The friend that's in the hospital was in a bike crash and stuff. Said friend is rather not in good condition. Helmets are uncomfortable and unnecessary. I've not worn one for ~9 years. I ride my bike every day. I crash an ungodly amount, as in like once a week. I have never had troubles with head injuries. Helmets are unnecessary. Just like seatbelts. (Really, I just don't want to waste my own money on one. But meeehhhh.)

So, I'm no longer allowed to ride my bike until I get a helmet. I hate helmets.

I have some upstairs, actually. I bought it at the gas station. Drank one sip, and decided I didn't want it at all. On another note, I'm about 90% certain I'd be a violent drunk. Oh yeah.

About 6 months ago, when you first started complaining about your best friend wanting to spend time with her boyfriend rather than you.

People who pass me when I'm going the speed limit.

I don't want to sleep, but I'm exhausted.

I hate driving. If I could not do it, I would.

So, damage report. My mom said it would be an 800 dollar fix to the car. God damnit.

Seeds set how the world generates. It's useful if you find a fresh world that you really like and you want to share it or play multiple worlds on it. For example, if you type in Glacier in the seed box, you'll always get this world with giant mountains and huge overhangs with lots of cave systems underneath.

I wish my mom would call. I need to know if I have to go pick her up, or if she's going to get herself home and I can go to bed.

That's not even the worst of it in my mind, but that's a whole 'nother can of worms.

Well Dax, the difference here is that you've never tried to hide your rl info, nor have you done a lot of really crazy stuff. Goon was the first person we found anything rl-related out about. Anything. And, I mean, it's not like he did a lot. He just posted a picture of himself, and by random circumstance I recognized where he was because I had been there before. That's how all this [cabbage] happened. And he was the first to ask that we don't post any more of his personal info. At the time, we were like, "K." But you see how that went. Goon hasn't done quite so much crazy [cabbage] as some of us, i.e. me, but being one of the top /FG/ers for so long does lead to some wacky stuff happening.

It's time consuming. Plus, I've given out some information I regret sometimes, I've done some weird [cabbage]. If I could take back a lot of the stuff I've said in this thread, I would.

I don't think I will. My brother didn't get into any trouble at all the time he crashed the truck with 8 year old me in it.

Against. I don't feel it would help. I think he's trying to forget this place.

So, recap of today, because I need to. Started off ok. Played some Morrowind, derped around a little. My mom took me to town to buy new sandals, because my old ones, about 4 years old to be exact, had finally given up and broken. We looked a couple places, and in Famous Footwear, found a pair that were exactly like my old ones. I bought those, because, all things considered, the old ones had been the best pair of footwear I had ever owned. I wore them around for a while, and, to my utter, totally ecstatic amazement, found that one little piece rubbed against the top of my foot. It hadn't when I had walked around the store, only as soon as I got out. However, I hate taking shoes back, so I didn't say anything. 1/2 an hour later, when my mom had finally finished derping around in clothes, we went home. I helped make a salsa, which wasn't too bad. Then, we went out to a fireworks get together with family, because it's the 3rd and whatnot. I had planned, with my parent's approval, to go out to S's house about 8 o'clock to see the big Kearney fireworks show. I ended up leaving the house at about 8 because I stuck around to eat, but I figured it would be fine, it wasn't a huge deal if I was late. I went back to my house to take a dump and change clothes. That's when I got the message I posted earlier - my mom's friend had been in an accident on her bike and was in the hospital. The other friend who had been with her and was calling us sounded very frantic about it, so I figured either it was serious, or she was a very frantic person. But, because she was in the hospital, I figured it was serious enough. So I went back to my Uncle's house, and told my mom. She got worried right away, to the point where I almost didn't get to give her the number she was supposed to call. My dad took her to town, and I decided I was going to go to S's anyway, though at this point it was 8:45 or so. My dad didn't seem particularly thrilled at the idea, but he said ok and left. At that point, I realized I had just been a complete [bleep] by ignoring my parents' friend, but I couldn't do much about it at that point. The road back to Kearney (My uncle lives in a town about 10 minutes away) is Highway 30, and I obviously drove it. I was driving along, and about halfway home, an suv that had been following me for a while started to peek around, looking to pass. I looked down at my speed, and I was going 60, which was the speed limit. Now, if there's one thing I hate when driving, it's people who pass me when I'm going the speed limit. So I stepped on the gas, gunned it up to 80, and got ahead of him. Then, a few miles later when we arrived at the no passing zone, I proceeded to go 40 mph in a 55, just to piss him off. He didn't try to pass me, and didn't seem particularly mad or anything. I got into town, realized exactly what I had done there, and pulled into a gas station to cool off. Bought a pop, and sat in my car for a while. It was about 9:00 when I got going again, still going to S's house. The same thing happened again, though this time on a slower, 4 lane road, with the guy trying to go around me while I was going the speed limit. This time, I controlled myself and it turned out that he was turning right, so he had to be in the right lane, which made me feel better. However, when I got out to S's house, I realized just exactly what I had done, and how angry I was. So, after texting, calling, and ringing the doorbell, all of which elicited no response, I left, knowing just how close I was to a meltdown. She returned my call while I was on the road home, and I did a horrible job explaining why I wasn't coming out. I pulled into my house, and parked the car in the truck spot, because my dad had the truck and it's a habit to park in the truck spot when nothing's there. I pulled out again, and went to park in the garage. Had myself stopped at a weird angle, I don't remember exactly why, but it wasn't for a dumb reason or anything. I just was. I think I had been going too fast to turn in. So I cranked my wheel, tapped on the gas, straightened myself a little, and floored the gas. I meant to hit the brake. Ran straight into the corner of the garage. Shut off the car, threw open the door, violently tossed my keys on the ground and just raged at the air. That was the final straw, I guess, the thing that broke the floodgates on my anger. Anger sobbed for a few minutes, and when I was calm, looked at the damage. It's not particularly noticeable, thank god. It's going to hurt the value of the car, but it could definitely have been worse. Went inside, took a shower, put on jammies, and came downstairs and typed this. Notes: I wasn't the only going to S's house that night. So yeah. On the way to S's house I was listening to the radio. I heard the song "Tubthumping." Twice, between two different stations. I'm pretty sure my mom's friend is going to be fine. tl;dr: I ranted for 20 minutes about my semi-crappy, kind bi-polar day.

Hey guys I need some help faster than ot can give it. So, I'm on my way over to a friend's house. My mom isn't home, but I stopped by to go to the bathroom. On the phone was a rather urgent message that one of my moms friends was hurt. They wanted my mom to call asap, and probably go out to the hospital, because the friend was there. I know my mom won't answer if I call her, so I'd have to drive back out, and already late to be at my froend's house. That I'm not so worried about, but I'm not sure if I want to ruin my moms evening with the news. ATM, I'm leaning towards going back, bbut idk.

Mom's sammitches aren't as good as mine.