knives669

You look beautiful, Mel. ^_^

Some beautiful back yards. :D I would post mine... but, it would severely depress most of you. :(

I'm ambidextrous. It does come in handy. :D But, people often feel the need to test me when I say I am. :lol:

I don't think there's anything wrong with it. If you've got a problem with it, don't look. It's not that big of a deal to me.

Alright. Where's Matt? :lol:

I think I'm the same as speed. :P I'm certainly spoiled. I'm not going to lie. :P But, I like to think that I don't act it.

DON'T ACCEPT COOKIES FROM STRANGERS, GUISE.

Maybe the guy was just having a bad day. Or maybe you're paranoid. :lol: If the place offers free refills, you should be able to fill your drink as many times as you want.

Congratulations! ^_^

So... let me get this straight. You aim to kill UNDEAD FLESH EATING ZOMBIES with a stick purchased from Toys R' Us? :uhh: I think it was a joke :mrgreen: I hope so! :lol:

So... let me get this straight. You aim to kill UNDEAD FLESH EATING ZOMBIES with a stick purchased from Toys R' Us? :uhh:

Of course I believe in Zombies. *Drinks some gin and tightens her grip on her assault rifle*

I saw the picture. You're crazy! CRAZY!

OH HAI THAR LOL

You too, huh?

:( It's sad. :( May he RIP.

Wow. :( Sounds like you had a terrible weekend. But, it was extremely EXTREMELY good of you to help that guy. Even though you didn't know him, you did the right thing. You really proved yourself to be a great person. ^_^

I have 2 more for you guys. KC (8th grade-11th grade): KC was in the grade above me. The first thing he ever said to me was, "Show me your boobs!". Needless to say, I didn't really like KC too much. KC was a skater and he still is. He would skate to and from school everyday since he lived just down the street. He was never the most intelligent person in the world. All he really cared for was attention. He would brag every single day to anyone who listened about all the girls he's had sex with, and all the stuff he could do on his skateboard. Granted, KC was a damn good skater. He was strong and he often liked to show off by walking to his classes on his hands, running up walls, and picking people up and throwing them. We used to joke that KC could do everything as long as it didn't involve intelligence. In his senior year, he found out that he wasn't going to graduate, so he dropped out of school. I still see him from time to time and he always hugs me, and picks me up over his head, then he has to spend 30 minutes or so explaining all his great feats that I wasn't around to see. One time, we were at a party at a friend's house. He happens to have tons and tons of extremely large pine trees in his yard. KC was there and he decided that he was going to climb all the way to the top of one of the trees to impress a girl that he was trying to do. He started climbing and got about halfway up when my brother came up to me and said, "Why is KC climbing that tree?" I shrugged. So my brother looked up and yelled, "KC! DON'T DROP OUT!" Everyone laughed since by that time, KC had dropped out of school. Luke (9th grade-12th grade): Luke moved to our school when we were in 9th grade. He was in my grade and graduated with me last month. When he first came to our school, all the girls thought he was cute. As he was kinda a scene kid and a lot of the girls in my school are into little scene boys. My best girl friend caught his eye and they started dating. One day, she came up to me crying. I hugged her and asked her what was wrong. She said, "Luke just told me that I was going to hell and he broke up with me because I told him that I like Harry Potter." This made me RAGE. Now, I had a class with Luke. I didn't sit next to him or anything, but I had a class with him and it was coming up soon. I got one of my friends to trade me places so I could sit next to him that class hour and I proceeded to have a long talk with him. He explained to me that he was Evangelical and that he truly believed that Harry Potter was the work of Satan, and that anyone who read Harry Potter was in league with the devil. He then tried to convert me to Christianity and asked me to pray with him. O.o I explained that I was not a Christian, and that I would never be a Christian. I thanked him for his concern in me, since he told me that I would be going to hell and that I seemed like a nice person and he didn't want me to go to hell. But, I had made my decision concerning my religion. After that, it kinda got out that he had a bit of a screw loose. In my senior year, he sat at the lunch table next to us and could often be seen reading to the other people at the table from his bible. When he wasn't reading his bible, he was talking to himself. Yes. He would talk to himself. And not quietly either. He explained to us at graduation after his group prayer that he was going to become a minister and spread the gospel. Some people were happy for him. Most just went "Meh. We're graduating." I can't say that I miss Luke. :P

I must say that I like Wendy's a lot more than I like other "fast food" places. I think their food just tastes better. They also say they never freeze their beef patties. O.o I wonder how they get away with that one.

Thats the first thing I did. :ugeek: Hey... I'm legal. And single. ;)

Nick: (8th grade) Nick was a rather smart guy. However, he was very lazy, and now that I think about it, I do believe he had ADHD. He pretty much failed all of his classes and had a reputation with the teachers for being lazy and a troublemaker. From the first day of school, he was one of my friends. :P I had Pre-Algebra and Earth Science with him. He was so smart, he would help me in Pre-Algebra. He knew how to do EVERYTHING in that class. I often just cheated off of him. Our Science class together was the last class of the day and by that time, he was very bored and hyper. So, there were many lulz to be had in that class. One time, he ate an entire stick of deodorant in the middle of class. He then interrupted the teacher's lecture with a loud series of gulps, gasps, coughing, laughing, and gagging, all the while rolling about on the floor, scattering desks and the people in them (lets face it. Nick was a big guy.). He then ran out of the room and could be heard down the hallway in the bathroom spitting and throwing up. He got kicked out of band for hiding in the instrument closet and jumping out at people who walked by. Sometimes, he would grab his victims and pull them in the closet with him. But, my fondest memory of Nick was the day just after lunch when we were all standing outside. He ran up to us and yelled, "I challenge you all to a vommitting contest!". Without any reply from anyone, he stuck his finger down his throat and proceeded to throw up his entire lunch plus whatever he had eaten for breakfast on the ground at our feet. Nick's story was rather sad as well. His father just wasn't in the picture and his mother ended up dying soon after 8th grade. After that, he moved away, and we rarely see him anymore. Chase: (8th grade till graduation) Chase happens to be my best friend's cousin. He was also in our grade and I knew him for a pretty long time. He was always very loud and hyper. He could often be seen beating on lockers, yelling in people's faces, crawling around in the hallways grabbing people's ankles, and doing donuts in the student parking lot. He always wore these huge steel-toed boots and would run down the hallways, banging them as loud as he could against the floor. When he was calm, he was rather intelligent and nice. But, you had to catch him when he was calm. Chase was once driving down the highway at around 4 in the afternoon and for some unexplained reason (even he can't explain why), he fell asleep at the wheel. He woke up just in time to see his vehicle heading toward a ditch, so he floored it so he would jump the ditch. To his surprise, he did jump the ditch and when his SUV hit the ground (in the middle of a cotton field), the force of the impact slammed his head against the steering wheel, knocking him unconscious... with his foot still pushing the gas pedal all the way to the floorboard. When he regained consciousness, Chase was in the middle of a muddy field, his SUV covered in mud, and his engine burned out. A cop was making his way to the car, and he knocked on the window asking if Chase was ok. Chase responded with his face drenched in blood, "Oh yes sir. I'm just doing donuts in my uncle's field. He's bringing the tractor out here in a few minutes!" The cop didn't even question him and left. Clinton: (12th grade): This kid was in 9th grade when I was in 12th grade, so I only knew him for one year. And even then, I really didn't know him. One time, I was walking in the hallway with a friend of mine and my friend wasn't paying attention to where he was walking. He bumped into this kid and said, "Oh! I'm sorry!" Clinton stared at him for a moment and said, "[bleep] you!". Then he continued on his way. Clinton was very very small to be such a mean kid. He probably wasn't even 5 feet tall. And to be honest, he looked like a sickly Harry Potter. So, me and my friends called him Harry Potter. My sister was in his grade and one time, I asked her about him. She gave me this wide-eyed, shocked expression and then told me this story: Clinton and my sister were both in the same math class and weren't very good at the subject. So they were forced to go to math tutoring after school for a few weeks along with a few other kids. One day, as tutoring was almost over, the teacher left the room to go do something and all the kids started talking. Suddenly, Clinton stood up on his desk and started jumping from desk to desk in the back of the room. No one really paid much attention to him until he tried to jump to a desk too far from the one he was already on. He fell and busted his chin on the corner of a desk and knocked himself out. Everyone gasped and a few kids got up to check him out to see if he was alright. Before anyone could even touch him, he jumped up, with blood running down his face. He spit out a few of his own teeth and started laughing very very loudly. He climbed back up on a desk and started yelling, "I'M GONNA KILL EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU! I'M GOING TO [bleep]ING KILL EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU! YOU JUST WAIT! YOU'RE ALL GOING TO HAVE BULLETS IN YOUR HEADS! YOU'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!". He then sat back down, pulled some paper towels out of his backpack, and started to quietly clean himself, the desk, and the floor up. I'll add more as I can think of them. :P This is a rather interesting thread. :D

I think I was 15 when I joined TIF. Oh... those were the days. :P

I don't think /b/ is going anywhere. :P I like the music though. :D

I didn't know you proposed to Alexandra! :D Congratulations! I'm so happy for you! ^_^ Now, On Topic: I dated a guy for over three years and never gave him my password. Though I knew his passwords. :P I'm just kinda weird about people having access to my stuff. It's not like I have anything to hide. I just don't like the idea of someone else going through my emails, or messages. Or even logging onto my WoW account. :P

I'm 18. :D