Vicky

[SIZE=1]Doctor Who (Christopher Eccelston) apparently went to my high school. Though I think the ice cream man was lying to me. If anyone watches Coronation(sp) Street in the UK, we've sighted a lot of them around. Also, when Cradle of Filth were in Manchester a few years ago, the bassist sat down next to my friends round the back (and got completely ignored because my friends didn't like him). An ex-boyfriend of mine also sat next to Herman Li on the bus, but apparently he's a right wanker. I haven't seen a lot of famous people myself, actually. All I knows is we have a few famous people who come from our area (ol' Ian Curtis and the Madchester lot). OH OH OH, wait, now I remember one. Una Baines, a founding member of the Fall and the keyboardist is mother of a friend of mine. Yes, I've been to her house, got drunk with her son, and given her a bottle of rum. We used to go round there almost every weekend... but that's as close to fame as I got XD[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]People used to break up with me all the time, so what I would do is follow Lucy's advice; create your own happiness. When you're with a group of people (or just one person) who stab you in the back, it's important to have something else to turn to. If you have more than one thing going for you, you can just turn around and walk to that with a big grin on your face. If you're feeling angry, you could always find someone better to rub it in their face. Though I wouldn't actually recommend that because it's quite spiteful. One of the important things to remember is nothing lasts forever, including feeling sad. You just have to sit back and smile at all the bad things, then they don't seem too bad anymore. It's difficult but it works and you'll find yourself not caring about it anymore.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I made Pizza one time in school. It looked nice, but it certainly didn't taste it. You could hit someone over the head with it and the pizza wouldn't break, but your mate's skull would >_

[quote name='Ravenstorture'][color=darkgreen][font=garamond] Snorting popping candy before a two hour long maths exam in year twelve. I REALLY don't advise this, ever, it it like getting snapped by a rubber band in the face every fifteen minutes. [/font][/color][/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]I used to snort candy haha. I've never snorted popping candy though, that seems a little too out of my league, only ever gone as far as sherbert or pro-plus (I heard a rumour that if you snort enough of that, it's like being on speed O_o ). The weekend before the last I was at a party and we spent a few hours hiding from the cops in a field (mostly just all the underage kids there). A lot of funny things happened, like strip spin the bottle and talking about Philosophy in a bath tub at five in morning. It was quite a good night. And, I didn't mean to say people who don't drink are boring sods, 'cause you're probably not and might be a much better person than me anyway XD[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Don't be lying sods now. We all know what you lot get up to on the weekend or your time off - so let's here some funny stories of when you were drunk, high, caffeine ridden, you know. I guess this thread might not be suitable for kiddies, but eh. Also, if stuff like this offends you, don't make a moral debate about it - just ignore us =). So let's see who's man enough to tarnish their (possible) goody-two-shoes reputations here on the boards =p. My stories: [LIST] [*]Finding a tractor in a field (broken) and trying to drive off in it until the farmer came out and chased me off. [*]Singing on Primark's roof to the YMCA. [*]Asking a blond man if he was a Nazi. [*]Talking to swirling wallpaper and - somehow - getting tripped out by it. [*]Sticking my head through a crate =/. [*]Trying to fight a swan. [*]Various dancing incidents = busted lip and/or nose. [/LIST] I'm definitely sure there are some worse, worse ones, but either I can't post them here or I just don't remember. I'm sure you lot have far better stories than me, since mine is just a list - hey, you're all older so you probably do. Let's here 'em. =)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I'm British. Of course I like tea. I normally drink Tetley's tea, which is like... normal tea I guess. With two cubes (yes cubes) of sugar and one of those posh little cups and saucers. I'm not being sarcastic either - me and a friend do it for kicks by making tea time a very, very important time of our weekend routine whenever we can.[/size]

[SIZE=1]You guys have it all wrong. Wal-Mart is the mastermind behind the majority of gang related incidents and gang crime.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I have new hair so I thought I'd post a picture =D [img]http://a25.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/68/l_9f261add68016f1e737de62f90c25de8.jpg[/img] I look incredibly smug here. [img]http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_244d20f55bfed50df2eac22fcdc17061.jpg[/img] With it down.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]My old RPG Posse. Well, not really a posse, just the members I used to role play with frequently. I also miss Dmitri Dragoon and KKC a lot, and Sakura when we used to RPG. In fact, I miss the days when mindless, effortless RPGs were the most fun and got further than all the majorly planned out ones. Then again, I was an awful writer back then, so let's not go there. I think I kinda miss the old people I used to hang out with. Now I'm just sorta all on my own because I'm terrible at making new friends ¬_¬. I miss when people actually knew me as well ¬_¬[/SIZE]

[quote name='Clurr'][FONT="Arial"] Uh, anyway, I hardly ever really enjoy eating pizza. It always makes me feel awful, both mentally and physically, for having consumed a greasy piece of cheese covered carb-board. However, it is always DELICIOUS over the next few days, after being zapped in a microwave. [/FONT][/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]On Sunday morning there's normally boxes of left over pizza lying around my house (last week my friend was sleeping on them =/ ) so I tend to shove some in the microwave and have it for breakfeast with left over beers. Or if I'm feeling particulary ill I just eat it all cold. Recently, there's been a lot of these pizzas being sold with cheese in the crust. And now a new one with cheese [i]and[/i] meat in the crust. I haven't actually tried them yet, so I'm wondering if I should spend extra money on 'em or not.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I have this problem too. It's been happening for months for me and seems to happen mostly in the Who's Online section. I forgot to post a thread about it... (yes, I forgot for months, haha).[/size]

[size=1]Someone already probably said it, but any drama you don't want just ignore. Chill out and shrug, or act like it's all some kind of dream. I have some major drama with my current girlfriend and I just laugh or shake my head - who cares? It's not selfish to do things for yourself (despite popular belief). If you don't want drama, you don't have any obligation to take crap from anyone. There was no drama in 8th grade because I was very easy to upset... how does that work? Well, because I didn't want to get upset, I'd just ignore it and shrug. For about a year people used to think I was real selfish and a bad person because I wouldn't take sides, but in the long run they saw where I was coming from (now I'm the coolest kid in my class, haha... well, not really, but yeah).[/size]

[SIZE=1]Pizza la revolution! ...>_> (money to whoever gets the song reference) Right. Anyway, I just had some massive meat feast pizza with garlic sauce, ketchup, barbecue sauce on the side and cheese in the crust. It was bigger than a 12 inch pizza, not sure how big it was, and piping hot. So while I'm eating it I thought I'd make a rather pointless thread about pizza. What's your favourite? Who runs the fastest service in your town? Any pizza hangouts where you live? We've got about five PizzaHut's in Manchester, but it's really expensive so you're better off going to a run-down pizza place on the corner (and risk getting poisoned but ah well). There's a pizza place a few streets away that have the quickest delivery, so quick you wouldn't even think they cooked the damn thing. And you get free garlic bread if you spend over ten pound! So yeah. Pizza. Discuss. =)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Right now I'm chewing my teeth into some oldies stuff, mostly [B]the Adicts[/B]. Haven't heard of them? Search 'em on YouTube - Viva La Revolution is a good song. It makes you feel all nostalgic and stuff... not that I was even born back then, but you know, the spirit still rides strong on this side of Manchester. Viva la Revolution! =D[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]*Slaps forehead* I don't want to talk about it. I sure hope I've matured since my first posts - let's not talk about them - and I think the vast majority of people have over the past few years. Guess this board kinda has that effect on people XD. It definitely improved my writing ability.[/SIZE]

[quote name='Epitome'][size=1][color=#4863A0] EDIT: I don't know what therapist she's seeing, but that person should lose their right to be a therapist. Any therapist that suggests using drugs to get rid of problems shouldn't have a license.[/size][/color][/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]What about drugs that aren't illegal? Marijuana only has a bad rep because of it's street use - anti-depressants are a helpful drug, but they're not considered bad because no one uses them as recreational drugs on the streets. Then you have morphine, used on the streets and also in medicine - is that bad when it helps the pain? I know a lot of therapist who subscribe marijuana. There was one skater, who I forgot the name of, dying of a brain tumour whose doctor actually subscribed marijuana in his final days. Anyway, my opinion? Make it legal, don't make it legal. People are still going to get wrecked off the stuff. Maybe making it legal will get rid of such a bad rep.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]In my town we burn all the babies born on the 29th and 30th of February. It avoids confusion for the simple minded, teenage-pregnant chavs out there. (though I do know someone born on the 30th of February and I never asked him...)[/SIZE]

[CENTER][B]Prelude to the Sound of Birds.[/B][/CENTER] [SIZE=1][align=justify]I am Dare Maratine, and I chose to live life. There’s something strange about human beings. All we ever seem to do is complain, rather than making a difference ourselves. We sit and sulk, wasting precious minutes of our lives, knowing we may die the next day. Some people call me a trouble maker, but I call myself a buzzard; all natural, choosing to live life rather than dwell in self-pity like the rest of the population. I live everyday on the edge of forever, in rain or shine, night or day. I’m never alone in my adventures, thankfully, and I have my faithful friends beside me at every moment. Four of them, in fact. When we were eight years old we would travel to the local shop and buy ourselves some slush puppies, drinking as fast as we could until we were on the ground with an onslaught of brain freeze. When we were ten years old we were throwing ourselves down steep hills on motorbikes and skateboards, injuring ourselves to an extent our parents couldn’t believe. When we were twelve, we were out drinking with eighteen year olds; hanging around in places no man dared dream of going, losing our spare change in the gutters of Madchester. When we turned fifteen, we were over the edge. And we stayed there for four years until we were old enough to buy our own place, which we shared for a low budget price. Perhaps I should introduce my friends. Well, we live in a small two bedroom apartment, with dank white walls, posters and writings scratched into the plaster. We have two beds in each room, a kitchen that seems to be a constant mess and a TV that barely works, but we get by. The man over in the kitchen sat at the table with the red liberty spikes and the black leather jacket is Johnny Nine, real name Steven Johnson (how the nickname and his original name are related is beyond me). He talks and walks like a 70s dirty punk, but he’s far from them lot; Johnny has no dignity, no sense of justice, equality or any ideals. Johnny has no identity except for his destructive personality and his trademark sunglasses, which he rarely takes off. Over on the couch are the rest of us. Beside me is Dani Anderson, with long black hair down to his shoulders and pale skin, munching on a packet of crisp whilst watching the television with deep, intoxicating blue eyes. Dani had been with me the longest, a bastard of a man who got on well with us lot because we were bastards, too, but never really clicked with the rest of society. Sat beside Dani is the only girl in our group, Eden. She’s an intelligent one, I’ll give here that, with luxurious blonde hair past her shoulders and emerald eyes that could see into your soul like a talented palm reader. She was far from anything we had ever known, the ‘safer’ person in our group, though always daring in her own way. There used to be a man called Judas, who is no longer with us, but I won’t go into detail. He was named so not for any treachery or faith, but simply because of his looks. He was a sullen looking boy, with black hair cut neatly above his ears and dark circles around his eyes, from lack of sleep and using far too many substances. Judas was more than a friend to us, a quiet one who was always there in the background to comfort us, but never good enough to deal with his own problems. He slept on the couch most nights, although his disorder kept him up. Judas was, by a series of unfortunate events, a manic depressive (or rather a sufferer of ‘bipolar disorder’ as it is known); he was an artistic wonder, a painter and a master of words, a musician and a fine man who simply slipped into the wrong group. For the past few months, we’ve walked alone without Judas, and he used to sit right next to Eden. Like a shadow or an echo. And what of I, Dare? Well, I’m the most simple and complicated man I’ve ever known. I didn’t have a good family growing up, only my friends to lean on and my bad habits to keep my alive. I’m tall with messy blond hair and a set of blue eyes, eyes that always look sad. I’m not sad, though; I’m a happy person, because I know that every day will never be a waste. I know that every day I’ll look back with a smile, because I did something new, I did something daring. We soar into danger and ignore the evil on the streets; we’re like a wake of buzzards, and this is our story.[/SiZE][/align] A/N: This is just a little something I've been working on, using characters I've come up with before (excluding Judas who is new). I dunno. Hope you like the introduction.

[SIZE=1]It was our school prom on Friday and I have some pictures for everyone ^_^ we had a great time taking the piss out of the plastics haha. [url=http://a193.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/61/l_9f982236d10128915542da4b75c1be18.jpg]Me and my best friend.[/URL] [url=http://a403.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/45/l_67ccc442118e3184e9061c7e76e5fb6a.jpg]Myself and my amazing guys haha[/URL] [url=http://a753.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_82395aa74b18801ddb49ead7366fbf40.jpg]Everyone in front of the limo[/URL][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]What Officer positions are there on the ship? Or should we just make our own up? (I bet this has already been stated somewhere and I've missed it XD )[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I'm a writer. And an author by both accounts, that being I had a silly little poem and a short story published with a group of other people in a silly little anthology. I want to make a career out of writing, so I wouldn't say it's a hobby... plus, it's really the only thing I'm good at. It's a release and it's like watching a movie, only you're the creator designing every aspect with little bits of irony and seldom correct grammar. I already have my GCSE (A* for that matter whoop whooop whoop) in English Literature and Language, and I plan to take a masters or whatever the hell it's called in University. I haven't a clue what job I'll get. I think for most people here it's more than a hobby. For the best part of half my life it's been a black dog... like a really mean friend you can't stand to lose. Yep.[/SIZE]

[size=1]Wow, calm down everyone. I haven't even been on OB that much, and no my life doesn't revolve around OB either. If you don't like it, tough. I've got a lot more things on my mind and most people have dropped out anyway; not naming any names, but some people have been making the game uncomfortable for other players to post. And that's out of my control. I think a few of you know who I'm talking about - no offence. Everyone is busy - end of. The game isn't going anywhere and I don't mind taking the stick for that - just don't join up for my games again if you don't like the writers being busy. In fact, don't join any game at all. It happens. Ozy is busy. I'm busy going in and out of hospital, everyone gets caught up. Don't bitch about it, it just happens. And I'm sorry for getting ill in the middle of a game but that's not really my fault at all.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I seem to have a very bad sleeping disorder, wherein I sleep for about two or four hours a night. And no, it's not nice at all. I have school most days and I have to force myself to keep my eyes open, but when I get half way through the day I'm too awake to sleep. Most people on AIM know me for staying up late. On week days I go to sleep at around 4am or 3am and get up at 6am or 7am. On weekends I stay up until the early hours of the morning and catch a few hours later on, I normally wake up whenever and go out at midday. I've actually noticed a bit of a change in my sleeping pattern, now that I think about it. New medication makes me sleep a little longer but I'm normally waking up through the night and toss and turn for a bit. It's really not that fun at all. But then again, if I didn't stay up late I wouldn't talk to half the people I know on the internet XD.[/size]

[quote name='taperson'][SIZE="1"][COLOR="DeepSkyBlue"] As one of the unofficial OB loners, I only talk to... 2 of you? outside of OB. Well, only one, really. But I've had a few conversations with another. And I wouldn't miss either of them if I left because they both post [I]just[/I] about as often as I do nowadays. At least in the Lounge. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]I can beat that, I hardly talk to anyone outside OB anymore ¬_¬. My personal life decided to kick me in the back and ruin everything for me. I think I've been quite lonely on OB for the past few years. I'm not very well known... I don't think... and I never talk to people first. But I definitely made some good friends, my personal life just gets in the way so much nowadays that I'm on the verge of losing contact with a lot of them (simply because I'm normally too shy to say hello to anyone first). I do consider most of my friends on OB family, though, most of them are like brothers and sisters to me. Although Raiha does remind me of my crazy auntie who lives in Austria... ...=)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Yeah, you! Black metal, death metal, plain metal... whatever you want to call it, I'm sure there's a few metal vocalists out there. I suppose this can be a general discussion thread about your favourite vocalists and whatnot, but I really started this thread to ask a question on behalf of a good friend of mine. Do you clever bunch have any tips? He's starting out as a vocalist for a band, and they're doing a sort of black metal and death metal style, I think, and he was looking for some advice. From what I understand, this kind of music isn't too easy to sing/scream along to. Any tips for training your voice for a death metal band? It's really easy to find classical training for your voice, but how many places do you know to get death metal vocal coaching? Huh? Not many I tell thee. So yeah, any tips for my friend?[/SIZE]