Farto the Magic

Yes. dustandtears had good advice. Track down her friends, or at least someone who has her AIM. Oh and dude? Cosidering suicide over the loss of someone you knew for a day is just stupid. If you can't find her, move on.

I know what you'retalking about. I had a situation yesterday where I wanted to talk to this girl I like and it was so hard. I mean, Irealized that we were both regular people, I'm pretty outgoing, she's nice, and she's not busy, but it was one of the hardest things I've ever pushed myself to do. I mean, I gave blood today for the first time just because someone said to me "Hey, let's go give blood." I liked that. It was fun to be honest. I can handle pain, but I think it was the fear of rejection that kicked me in the crotch, so to speak. I mean, I ended up talking to her, but only if a divine being (any would do at that point) would help me. I did like on '40 Year Old Virgin' and only asked questions. It was awesome!!! But, even after talking for however long that was (half-hour to an hour, I don't know) I still can't bring myself to say hi to her when I see her casually. Its so fricken hard! But yeah, that's my take.

[COLOR=DarkGreen][FONT=Trebuchet MS]Bwahaha! Now for the paleontology major to tear up the field. *looks around* Chabichou! I know he shut up already, but I wish to beat a dead horse. The two flying squirrels. One of them is from Australia. Australia is (no offense) basically a mound of dirt with some dry grass and crazy animals. With few niches available in that particular environment, they evolved strange traits to help them. Basically they did strange things to get food and stay alive. Also, there were very few mammilians who weren't marsupials, if any. (I know very little about Australian mammals.) Therefore, the marsupials had to take the traits of the normal creatures (i.e. the ones who weren't there). In Europe, I would imagine the wee little squirrels wouldn't benefit much from running on the ground and so, took to the trees. The ones who could leap the farthest didn't fall to horrible, gruesome deaths and lived to breed. Their skin would've more than likely learned to stretch a little farther because squirrel-skin in thin and can be moved easily. Then the skin would've done it permanently. Sort of like how people who spend lots of time at pools and lakes can hold their breath for a long time. Except that it stayed throughout the generations. Like fat people having fat kids. So, the mixture of an unused niche, natural selection, and crazy squirreldom made two different species who do the same thing. (E-mail me if you need further explanation. I got a really good one with prehistoric cows.) Xander, good point. Faith should be strengthened by other outlooks. Raider, we get the point. You and the Church of FSM have no respect for ID. I personally think the idea of ID is, as Ilium said way back when, just a way of saying you did everything and, in case you have any doubts, we did that too. The idea is stupid. Its like saying it happened this way, but if you think otherwise, it happened this other way. The idea completely closes off their original idea and, with conflicting ideas and stories, the whole thing will split up. If ID takes over, it'll cause another schism, if not rip a gaping hole in a religion that needs all the help it can get (if all the critics of ID are to be considered non-christian). As for having it in school? Yeah, religions and philosophy. My history teacher at a PUBLIC SCHOOL went on for weeks about God creating the world, the 'Great Flood' that created the Grand Canyon, and all other theological aspect. (Besides, the story of Noah is exagerrated. Noah's family was floating in a set of tied-up rafts with a bunch of goats on the Red Sea for four days, according to the original Babylonian version. The rest was probably to make it sound impressive and to teach a lesson. Honestly, polar bears couldn't possibly get to the Middle East. They'de die in the desert. Duh. And aside from that, if we're all descended fromNoah's family, we'd be incredibly inbred. Regardless, ID is in the best interests of NO ONE. The church has nothing to gain. It'll tear apart the church's core beliefs. Evolution gets nothing. Schools get alot of confused youngsters. So that's how it goes...I'm done...[/FONT][/COLOR]

*pouring heart and soul into the open* I started liking this girl in October. I had a job though, and it picked up in November through Christmas. I figured that if I waited long enough and still liked her, its real. So I waited until early January and I asked her to see a movie (cliche, I know). I got turned down because she had a busy weekend due to band. Not a problem. I figured I'd wait a couple weeks and try again. The very next week she started dating one of my friends. He was a musician, she was in band. Blegh. They fit pretty well. I was very angry to say the least. I wanted nothing more than to smash my friend's head with my teeth. But, being a pacifist, I declined. I started to talk to her betgween classes and hang out with her friends. You know? Get my name in well with her friends and they'de recommend me if she asked them for advice. It went well enough and in March, we were good friends, I knew her friends well, and I asked my friend if they were through. He said go for it. I did. I got her a lipstick knife because she mentioned casually at her job (which I hung out with her at for hours at a time) that she wanted one. I asked her to a movie. Sin City. Stupid movie, good company. It made the movie great. Then we ate tacos. All-in-all, the night didn't suck. I REALLY liked this girl. For her birthday, I got Hellsing two and three because she had one and liked it. Then she started to tell me she hated me or that I was stupid when I talked with her. I wasn't sure if it was sarcasm at first and ended up thinking I was thinking too much. It had to be sarcasm. Then I asked her if she wanted to go to another movie. One I knew she would like. She told me she 'just wanted to be friends'. That night, I didn't sleep. I just curled up in the fetal position and thought all night. By this time, April was coming to an end. I had no idea what I did. I treated her like a goddess and she smashed me like an insect. Then she went about it like nothing happened. That set off a surge of anger and resentment. She was a living testament to how stupid I was, how much time I wasted, how I was insignificant. I hated her. I hated her for what she did. I ignored her and moped around for a month, then I got to be more of a jerk. When she talked to me, I got that curled lip you get when you smell a long-dead animal. My voice became monotone and I wanted nothing more than to get her to leave. She seemed to have no idea what was going on. My friends knew my feelings on the situation. Some of her friends knew how I felt. I've hated her up until earlier this week when I decided that my negative feelings for her were influencing me now. I mean, I'm in college. If there's a better place to hook-up and meet girls, it hasn't been invented. So, that's my sob-story. God, that felt good to get out.

I'm addicted to bones. Old animal bones. The kind you pull out of rivers. I went to the same river twice in one week because I found a small (very small) mound of bison teeth. And an astragalus...and half a tibia...I love bones. Not in a creepy way. I just like the architecture of them and the fact that this leg bone once carried a real animal through its life. You know? These teeth have been in the mouth of an animal that once lived...thousands of years ago. I have a cave bear jaw from Romania that cost me $250. That took a toll on the checkbook. I'm looking for a real human skull now. Not in a creepy murderous way. More in the way of an anthropological study. I like bones. I also like furs. Now before you scalp me and declare it fur, let me finish. I like sheep skins and rabbit skins. The rabbits are so soft and the sheep make good mats to nap on. I also like spiked objects. Could be anything. Right now I have a bracer on with a row of inch-long spikes and two rows of half-inch spikes. I have a club with inch-and-a-half spikes imbedded in the end at home. I scare myself.

Invader Zim is wonderful. I like Tak's cat-bot thing. Its got everything Gur lacks, except for super-stoopidness. Huzzah for Zim! I like the zit episode. With the bacon soap...yeah...bacon soap...That would taste awesome and be a semi-hygenic pork-product. Another good one is when he goes to Hobo 13 and sacrafices all of the people in his squad so he can win. Invader Zim has made me a smarter man-beast. :stupid: Huzzah!!

I don't know. I like stereotypes. They provide a sense of unity. If you have these other people who have the same label as you, and you don't know them, maybe you should. Anyway, back to business. Some from my school. Big-game hunters: Ooh! Them pheasants are going to rip your limbs off! You know if you know one. If you don't hunt, they half-way want to gouge out your eyes with soap-bars. I mean, I'm not against hunting, but I don't like to kill little animals. They're nice to me. Alchys: They show up drunk to school, work, and home. They get fat and never eat. They haven't been sober since sometime last year. They're brain looks like green eggs and ham! They become alchoholics at the age of 13. I don't like them. They're nice, but they only talk about sex and drinking. Roleplayers: Heck yeah! D&D people. Not the 'sit around the table and talk about Jimmy the Fighter's half-demon girlfriend' type. They're the kids who do good in school, participate in music and drama, and befriend everyone. I love these people. They're my people. So nice, funny, smart, etc. Play tons of videogames. These are the perpetually pale kids at the beginning of school, because they spend all their time in their basements. I look like a goth sometimes. I don't shave because I don't like razors. I don't get out much because I burn easily. I mostly wear black because I bleed easily and black doesn't stain. I loooove those huge black pants, like they have at Hot Topic, cuz those things are sooo comfy. I wear Chucks because I don't feel bad about writing on them after a month or so of use. I'm not gothic though. Too nice. I might be manic-depressive, but I'm mostly manic. When I'm happy, I'm really happy and hyper and I have no off-swith. When I'm sad, I can hardly move, much less talk. If you can define me, great! If not, too bad for me...Oh well!

Mine is strange. It started out where I liked this girl, so I did all these things to get her to like me. I spent time with her, I talked to her, I bought her gifts occasionally. For a few months. Then, for no reason she said she 'Just wanted to be friends.' Tore my heart out and replaced it with a grenade. Then it turned to sadness. Not crying. Pure, can't-sleep, can't-eat sadness. It was that way for quite a while. I just let the sadness churn. Its still there, but now its covered in resent. I used to like her, now I resent her. I can't cause her pain (I'm just too nice.) but I can show her that I dislike her greatly. Sounds stupid, but there you go. The evolution of my emotion.

[COLOR=DarkOliveGreen]Alright, let's think about this. If the necrinomicon were real, wouldn't there be zombie hordes roaming the streets 'dawn of the dead' style? (The original, not the remake, though both were pretty good.) I mean, if the book were real, what use would there be for morticians? Why wouldn't we have zombie swarms in the middle east fighting? Why are you even carrying on such a stupid discussion? I mean, I don't ask for much, but a little common sense is nice. Honestly. I would have to side with Xander on this one. They are more than likely fan-fiction and, thereby, in the catagory of non-real books. Now, if you'll excuss me, Shakespeare's in my shed, he's hungry for human flesh, and quite cranky due his loss of nap-time.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=2]Oh let's see. I know Xander Harris, AnonymousSource, phattmasterdj, Theodore, The_Ghost, and Ziliot's Rage. All of them are losers. (Let's see how many of them respond...) Kidding![/SIZE][/COLOR]

[QUOTE]INTERESTING SPINES: Hallucigenia: One of the creatures that suddenly emerged in the Cambrian Age. This and many other Cambrian fossils have hard, sharp spines to protect them from attack. One thing that evolutionists cannot account for is how these creatures should have such an effective defense system when there were no predators around. The lack of predators makes it impossible to explain these spines in terms of natural selection. [/QUOTE] [COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=2]I just thought it would be interesting to consider, but maybe the predators were soft invertibrates, which don't fossilize very well. I mean, starfish are predators that wrap around their clam victims, pry them open, then secrete an acidic liquid. Maybe the spines stopped the evil starfish monsters from eating them. Food for thought.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[FONT=Century Gothic][COLOR=DarkOliveGreen]I know people always have those: what do guys look for in girls, but I want to reverse it. This should get a lot of guys here reading this. It would also be helpful for guys to have a clue what to watch for. I myself would absolutely love to know what makes women have an attraction to a guy.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[COLOR=DarkRed]The crocodile would literally be ripped to shreds. I'm serious here. A tyrannosaurus rex (no spell-check?!) vs. a pack of ten or so raptors. While we're at it, a bighorn ram vs. a juvenile pachecephalasaurus. (no spell-check again!) Sorry about the earlier comments. Didn't mean to offend. How about a hyena vs. a leopard?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Vampires are cool. Unless they're real. Then I'm going to buy a gun with garlic bullets. I personally feel that vampires are (I know) greatly overdone. But they're still cool. They just need a new twist. On Blade II, they tried. It just never caught on. I like the idea from Star Wars. The Star Wars vampires are called Anzati and hypnotize you, then suck out your brain through tentacles that retract through their cheeks. It's different. Vampires just need something new and different.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]I think I'll give it another week before I start. I have enough people, but we might need another imperial person. Or three. Either way, I'll give it another week before I start. Hopefully more people will join.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]I like the show. I think it's a little corny that they make the situations plain. You know, out in the open, equal turf. Like the cougar/wolf fight. (which was awesome) It was a little bogus that the cougar didn't get to use it's main weapon: stealth. It was also pretty apperant that the experts were showing favoratism. If I wanted two animals to fight, I'd take it to the next level. I'd want to see a leprichaun vs. a squirrel. Having two completely malevolent being fight is cool. I'd also want to see a rhino vs. a jeep.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Yo, this one has potential. I see that it might get off the ground. Cool. Three duds and a possible bullseye. I hope more people will be enticed into joining though. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Fenris looked to Robert and motioned for him to come closer. "Um...I'm not sure if I can help. I'll sit the spell out." Rannos and Fenris moved closer to the demon. Fenris grabbed a stick and Rannos grabbed one too. Fenris laughed. "Pinata." The demon looked at the two of them as they approached with sticks. She brought her claws up in a defensive position. They both swung at once and edged her to the docks. She was backstepping to the docks when Fenris dropped his stick and grabbed two of her arms in a grapple. Rannos was right behand and swung his stick, distracting her. Fenris slipped one arm around her neck and she was facing the ground. Fenris jumped in the air and landed with his back on the dock. The demon's head went through the dock with a crunch. Fenris yelled out, "DDT, punk!"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Fenris joined the group as they walked to the Boy Scout Camp. He pulled Mr. Robertson to the back of the group and spoke with him. "Ok, here's the deal. I know that you know that I'm a werewolf. Yeah. That's right. I ask that you not tell anyone. It's my problem and I can handle it. Tonight was a mishap, due to that stupid costume thing, alright. Other than those demons and such, no ones been hurt and no one will. If you breathe a word of this to anyone, I swear I'll turn you into one, too. I can too. Easily. Just one bite and you're in my posse. You've all seen me, but the others don't know that I am...what I am. DO NOT SAY A WORD. It's just a disease. Like the flu or smallpox. Seriously, I'm trusting you. Not. One. Word."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Just so everyone knows, there are force-users allowed. If anyone wants to be one, just go ahead and do it. To the two people who signed up,you're both in. Both of you had pretty good sign-ups. I hope OTHER PEOPLE WILL SIGN UP. ;) (Wink. Wink.)[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]I have a severe case of ADHD. I can't pay attention and I am freakishly hyper. Hooray for Ritalin! That's how they solved everything in the '90s.[/COLOR]

[QUOTE=ScirosDarkblade]These fluctuations will be so extreme (and happen every 100000 years, which is really frequent!!) that after a certain point they will engulf both Earth and even Mars, totally frying both planets. QUOTE] [COLOR=DarkRed] Uhhh...I don't mean to question you, but, if Earth is billions of years old, then why wouldn't we have been destroyed lots of times. I mean, if the sun turns into a red giant every 100000 years, wouldn't we be dead?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]I agree fully with Winter. Even if we used every nuke we had and there was a huge radiation increase, life will live somewhere. In the ocean, the mountains, underground, the north pole. People atre narrow-minded and thick-headed.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]I am formally requesting a banner, please. I request the banner to be this picture: [URL=http://www.blueharvest.net/images/crumb/crumb4.jpg]This one here.[/URL] I should have the words: "I make Jabba laugh, he doesn't eat me. Good deal!" I want a close-up on the head, ok? Thanks. " Ah ha ha ha ha ha ! Publish or parish! Publish or parish!"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]What I look for in a girl: Butt: Not important. I usually have my head at eye-level, so it doesn't matter. Hair: Very important. Hair to the person's butt is a turn-off. I like any color of hair, but I like darker hair the most, curly or straight, but I don't like people with alot of frizz. If their hair is curly, they should at least have control over it. Breasts: Once again, not that important. But, it's better to go small than large in my opinion. Personality: I feel like barfing when I'm around those people who act all giddy and air-headed. They make my stomach churn. Damn bubble-headed people. Eyes: Important. Probably the thing I like the most. Their eyes MUST have a shine to them. If the eyes are dull or bored-looking, I'm usually turned off and have no interest in them. I don't particularly like dark eyes. Weight: I only want a woman smaller than me. At 230 lbs., that's not that hard. I don't want to feel dwarfed by them. Height is really no concern. I like tall women. That's kind of a turn-on for me. Short isn't bag though.[/COLOR]