Torrid

[QUOTE=Annie][color=#404142]I can most definitely relate to this. Now, I've not discussed this openly, and I won't explain details. So, this will be cut and dry, but it will give you enough. Two years ago, I fell for this guy. His name, is Butthole [we shall name him this for obvious reasons that will unfold]. He and I real pretty good friends. We always hung out, always together, never argumentive. Well, one night, we went out to dinner and to play some pool. He confessed that he really liked me and that he wanted to kiss me. Now, he was 21 and I was 17. I never had any real experience with relationships. I was naive. However, I retorted in the fact that he had a girlfriend. Butthole then proceeded to spill his guts about how bad their relationship was, how badly she got on his nerves, how he was seriously thinking of breaking it up. I told him once he does that, then maybe we could talk something. However, me being a stupid, unexperienced teenager, Butthole decided that he wanted to screw with my mind. Promises of being together, of how much he really cared about me, all he whispered to me for many nights. And I, being a stupid, unexperienced, hopeless romantic, I waited on those promises and whispers. He gave me so much attention, so many promises...only to be crushed with a year of hoping and dreaming. He never left his girlfriend; he only used me. No matter how hard I tried to get away (which I succeeded for a short two months), he always pulled me under. It seemed I couldn't get away from him, no matter what my heart and mind told me. So, I left for the Air Force. It was there, in Basic Training, I realized how f^Ck#ng idiotic I was. I had wasted an entire year of my life; and I was emotionless--well, almost. I grew up in Basic Training, and I only thought of one thing. I was [b]not[/b] going to be subjected to my stupidity again. There is no way in Hell I would allow it. And when I got back, I didn't. He attempted to come around me; but quickly realized my hatred for him. To this day, his very [real] name makes me furious. It was wrong of him to even start anything. And what probably pisses me off, is myself. For allowing myself to become victim to that entire year. Everytime his name is mentioned, everytime I'm reminded of him, I'm reminded of my shame. Scarred? Most definitely. But scars don't kill. There's only one for me..one who's helped me to heal my wounds. And he's 1,982.2 miles away.[/color][/QUOTE] Wow, kind of similar to a situation I was in, minus the Air Force. My best friend's brother is a pain the butt. He's in 6th grade but acts like a 3-year old. He screams when he's not allowed on the computer (which BELONGS to my best friend, so she should have the final say as to who can use it), and he always says things to make her feel bad, like making fun of her weight or namecalling. He pisses her off more than does any emotional damage to me, but it still makes me mad the way he acts and I have no respect for him whatsoever.

Cookies are the sweet things you eat, DUH! EAT YOUR COOKIES BEFORE THEY CRASH YOUR COMPUTER! Well not really. Like The Monster and Annie said, search your computer for the "cookies" file and possibly clear them out manually (maybe cookies from another site is messing it up?) or edit your cookie-logging-inny options.

[quote name='x kakashi x']He said he wanted good system, not a Gamecube, geez lol.[/quote] Hey! At least it has Zelda! :animeangr But um, I would agree that PS2 is a good way to go. The brand new one is "cute" (nice and small), and there are enough games to appeal to any type of gamer. Also it has DDR. Gotta have DDR.

I'm more interested in the science and medical field, but I guess it would be cool to be a voice in something. Like a talking cat or a crazy old woman.

Sounds like one of those email poems that a zillion people forward to a zillion more people. Not that it's bad. *tries to stay on subject* There's nothing mysterious about women that someone hasn't allready figured out.

Not sure if anyone answered the question posed originally (about Drop the Bomb by Scotty D), but I'll answer at any rate. Yes, it is on an English version. It is an unlockable on DDR: Extreme. My friend and I worked a lot to get that one open. I've jumped late on the DDR bandwagon, but I loooove playing it at home. Arcade is creepy because of the people watching and sometimes they follow your steps behind you.

Cool points? Hey, if you think you're cool, then that's your own opinion. Nobody keeps score of how popular you are. I have no idea what makes people popular. I'm nowhere near that but they tend to talk a lot.

I'm not really into manga, but I have seen some of the Japanese version of Angel Sanctuary and I liked what I saw. It's not some cookie cutter type of comic, and...well, that's all I can say about it!

This is the only anime show I have watched the beginning of and have followed through with all the episodes. I find it dramatic but not over the top, because you really get to sympathize with the characters and they have plausible reasons to do what they do. Very awesome show and it actually pulls at my heart sometimes. I feel so bad for the brothers, especially Al. I don't care about dubbed/subtitles/crappy voices. I think they sound fine; I find it most interesting to have Al sound all pipsqueaky when he's in a huge hunk of armor.

[quote name='future girl][size=1'] My advice is keep your dick in your pants and everything else is forgivable. [/size][/quote] Couldn't say that better myself. I'm not big on physical attraction, nor do I want a boyfriend. I've been cheated on three times and I've had enough. I just want a friend that makes me laugh once in a while and is fun to be around. I don't give a **** about relationships anymore.

I've lost family members and friends, but they weren't people I really knew for long. (family members through death, losing friends just because we didn't get along) I guess that is how life is. I extend my condolences to you all, but I can't say that I empathize because I have not a clue as to how you all really feel. I experienced major heartbreak but not death, and I don't think they are the same.

I've never been on a computer past 2:00 a.m. In fact, I don't think I've sat in front of the computer for anything for more than 6 hours. Usually I handwrite my essays first and then type them when I'm done just so I won't have to be sitting all the time in front of a computer.