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Quote from: blackmagechill on May 11, 2012, 09:40:30 pm

Post advice

Filter out the boring stuff. We don't really need to know about your grooming habits or what color shirt you're wearing. Do you have questions? Are you looking for advice? What kind of feedback are you looking for? This looks like stream-of-consciousness writing with no particular purpose.

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/b/tard

...oh. In that case, I will translate the above paragraph for you:

I don't actually do that shit, but, you're right. I'm kind of rambling in this whole thing. I guess I felt like somebody needed to see what I was thinking because it bothered me, and all that other stuff was there to make it look like I had some vague point to what the hell I was doing. I'm starting to regret posting this, and probably will from here on out.
EDIT: My whole point here is to try to not come across as a total weirdo to everybody I know, and, generally, how to not fuck up socially. I feel like I'm doing something wrong because I always feel terrible like I'm embarassing my self for no reason.

So I decided to write down events in my life here so that people I don't (and probably will never really) know hundreds to thousands of miles away and comment on what I'm doing and try to help me out or just to read. Totally an awesome idea when you say it like that. Post advice, or just to watch, either one. Names are edited, because quite a few of these people are actually or suspected /b/tards, which is surprising in a school of less than a 1000.
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May 11th
I cut a lot of the SoC shit out of here becuase it was stupid and makes me feel stupid to write. I'm at school at this point. Shit sucks, obviously.
 I walked back down to the freshmen locker bay and just kind of sat there for a while, thinking about what I had to do for the day, and generally not talking to people. I don't particularly like any of my classmates, mostly because all of the guys think that trucks are really important to discuss, and I don't really talk to girls all that much, or at least in the morning. I went back up to the cafeteria to grab breakfast and caught Steve on the way up there, and asked him if Android phones have female USB ports on them. I was disappointed that they didn't, although I'm probably not trusted enough by my parents for a smart phone anyway.

From there, we got into an argument about whether or not computer Apps 1 was required to take multimedia or not, and then got breakfast. After sort of kind of trying to sneak out because the lunch clerk is super duper anal about food leaving the lunch room, we went down to the guidance counselor's office to check if it was. I was wrong, and from there we sat down on one of the benches in the hallway. He does it every morning, and I do it in the junior locker bay so as to avoid other freshmen. I really can't stand most of them, and it makes me feel weird to just sit there silently when I should be talking to people or something.

I asked him about the state of /b/ these days, and he started complaining about summer fags coming on /b/. Apparently /b/ is swarmed by younger, less wise in trolling members of anonymous who repost copy-pasta and memes that weren't even funny last year. I'm kind of happy that I was never really into /b/, although I think that it's hilarious that he, a self proclaimed troll, isn't taking this opportunity to the extreme. Everytime I hear somebody complain about the cancer I laugh a little, because /b/ was never ruined, in the sense that it was shit from the first post.

After a little more discussion, I went down to get my stuff for physical science. Every day I spend in that room makes me wish the school presented advanced science classes in addition to advanced math classes. I actually fell asleep the last two days because we were supposed to be doing study guides that weren't for points and the test on Thursday was an open book test anyway.

 Hoo boy, we are going to have some fun in here. I've formed a sort of passive blackmail relationship with two girls in this class, because nobody ever thought to whisper or thought I was totally absorbed in staring at my phone hoping that time would speed the fuck up. To make a long story short, I know that one of these girls (it feels weird replacing names, but I guess Karol works) has a just-for-sex crush on a senior and the other girl (Samantha is okay, but it's so weird to write like this) has been through some relationships that should've be painfully obvious playing-a-freshmen type of deal. They both have an interest in going into the suburbs to get jobs, because they also are attracted to the guys there, if only because there is some novelty in anonymity (hehe, I guess I'm belittling what I do here). One of the guys they are "pursing" (in the way one would hunt a cougar) is almost a complete virgin in experiences with girls, and started to hyper-ventilate when he and Samantha got really close when they were watching a movie. I made the joke that if they ever had sex he would probably cry, which, was surprisingly well received. From the sound of it, he's totally going to cry, and it'd be hilarious. I make passing conversation and sort of feel weird that both of these girls are totally okay with the fact that I know all of this stuff about them. It'd be painfully easy to tell everyone all of this and totally wreck their reputations... I guess maybe I'm just not threatening as a person? I have no real incentive to, but i think Karol at least is kind of afraid that I'll say something about it, because she thinks she has a larger reason to. It also makes me wonder how girls in general think of me. Am I considered attractive? Almost everything people say about me is "Oh, you're really smart" to the point that it bothers me when people say that. Am I just a one dimensional person for them? I also wonder how well people think they know me. I mean I have some sort of a personality at least, but everything I say, I feel anyway, comes of as really distant.

After doing almost nothing all hour in physical science, I have to go Geography, which is almost not a class so much as an hour to do Geometry and maybe take notes on foreign cultures or something. The normal teacher was gone, so we had a moronic substitute,  "man of the community" who announces the schools football games and writes a column about football, basketball and how god says that's better than that heathen dirt people sport soccer. Our assistant coach has to write our articles for us. Since we're working on a power point project, we had to go to the Ag room of all places to use computers, because the LA3 classes had taken over every other computer in the school. I tried to half-ass a conversation with Samantha and Karol, mostly because they're the only ones I talk to in that class, and I kind of lost steam halfway down the hallway and just dropped it. So Smooth. We got down there to find a cart full of laptops and too few chargers. Our school was cool enough to sell the batteries back to the manufacturer, although I ended up getting a charger. It took about fifteen minutes of dicking around with the wires coming out of the ceiling and for industrial power strips before I just decided to call it quits and ask to go to the library. The sub said yes and I managed to finish my presentation on Thailand and start on the brochure part.

(I'll write more later, this is just a shit ton of stuff to write down.)

I don't think that's sad so much as... kind of gross I guess. Good thing it got replaced though.

And chance 3 orc wizards and two priests with a couple of skeletons? Yeah, I don't think that would've worked out as well as this.

No wai, that's a satire of Your World?

That's an insult to John Videogames.

Bartlett is now John Videogames.

Tasrak: Those bloody morons over there haven't found a scrap of real or yet.
Epson: We don't need swords, we got enough mastiffs to eat a whole battalion of goblins.
Tasrak: Yeh, have you ever seen a mastiff bite through iron?
Epson: Wul, no, but good 'ol Kog back in the mountainhalls-
Tasrak: This was the same Kog that sold you the damn dogs in the furs place, whadn't it?
Epson: O' course! I buy all me dogs from 'im.
Tasrak grabs a piece of diorite and hits Epson with it.
Tasrak: YOU STUPID SHROOM HEAD! HE TOLD YOU FLAT FACED, GRASS GRUBBIN' LIES! YOU SPENT HALF OUR COINS ON THE DAMNED THINGS, AND FOR WOT!?
Epson: They can bite through iron O' course!
Tasrak: CAVE SWALLOW SHIT THEY CAN! They barely killed that barn owl that flew in here yesterday! And we stuck 'ere, with copper, a bunch stupid, wrinkely faced dogs, goblins to the west, undead to the south, and caves fulla murderous beasts below!
Epson: Wul when you put it that way....


Dobar: We're gettin pretty close to tha tetra'edrite over there.
Nix: Yeh, but then we gotta go back up to diorite to dig out the bedrooms for the migrants...
Dobar: Ya think we'll find anythin' else down 'ere?
Nix: Whaddya mean? We found tha caves already, and we can get  water and seed down thar.
Dobar: Yeh, Yeh, but I mean ore. We need a better kinda iron than this load a rock! The only way we git iron out of it is when we scrap the slag outta the bottom a the smelter! And then the bars are coarse, an we can't forge outta that!
Nix: Heh, I dunt think we'll be doin much forgin any a time soon if Epson had his way with the coin...
Dobar: Well whaddya mean?
Higgenbotham IV looses a shout, fell and terrible!


Higgenbotham IV: Where is the anvil?
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More to come: scary shit in the caves? Traders? RAPTORS!?

And, with a drop of a wagon, and the cutting free of a horse, BronzeCloaks had been declared a fortress. An outpost, really. The dwarves, told of wonderous mountains and savage plains, were quite surprised.


Epson: Well where in the halls mountain?
Tasrak: Aye, a good question. And where's the bees over thar? there's bees further away from the river, but nothin' livin' near the stream!
Slothen: Kog, the blubberin moron who did the scoutin report said there was mountain here! and no trees on the mountains neither!
Tasrak: Well, he looks right bout tha trees so far.
Stothen: But the fool said there was rock! Who gives a damn about trees! That's only for elves and charcoal and beds, and not even really worth that! We can put a stone bed together all with a pick, thank ya verry much!
Nix: How about you stick a XXsockXX in it and we get to diggin?
All: Agreed!