AngieIs
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is there an option for "I have a car that I love a lot, but I don't have a driver's license and I don't drive"? My dad got me a beautiful 1970 Barracuda for my 16th birthday (his dream car, as you could probably guess) which was probably one of the single biggest reasons why I didn't get a driver's license in the early days :-) The car was so pretty I didn't want to scratch it, or for that matter get it dirty. I just wanted to turn it on every once in a while, listen to it hum, and then wash it again.
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Thank you Lost_Johnny, perspective was what I was begging for more than sympathy :) Besides, at the very least I have plenty of ammunition for getting what I want next year. As for the card idea, I think I'll keep it in mind for next year. There's nothing like a good guilt trip when you're feeling abused.
I suppose I should clarify that you are safe. Dad doesn't slaughter for a living (he's a lawyer, which isn't necissarily an improvement in a lot of people's eyes). My family in the broad sense (meaning everybody on the weekend, and my grandpa and my youngest uncle during the week) farms, and we raise a few head of beef cattle to supplement farming. Here's a mental image for you, one of those snazzy criminal lawyers you see on TV on Law and Order every night, except instead of being rigged up in one of those snazzy suits he's up to his elbows in cattle pieces. Nice mental image huh? Always kind of amuses me.
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A small icon of St. George and the dragon, a pottery mug with a celtic lion or cat on it, an oldfashioned compass, an amythys crystal, an old 1920's jewelry box with a lady's face burned onto it, dragon lava, an arrowhead with two colors of rock (half tiger striped oranged and black, the other half a clear black), an acorn twisted into a silver wire cage, a couple of beaded baskets, a handfull of beaded stars, a green sand iguana, a velvet bag with ribbon roses that my little brother gave me, an Irish 2 pence piece, a handful of Hungarian money, a small carved jewelry box from India, a bunch of comp books and half sized notebooks, two spindles of burnables, a stack of lecture tapes, a tape walkman plugged into my computer, 3 dictionaries, 2 thesauruses (thesauri?), a Russian watch with a mig on it, Frankenstella, a couple of halloween goblets.
And of course, everywhere you turn, books. Stacks and shelves and piles and makeshift braces holding up stacks and shelves and piles.
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SO this birthday sucked, last birthday sucked, and I'm starting to notice a definite trend. Of course it could be that I've just set my standards too high, expecting family and friends to actually notice. Go ahead, show me up, blow my "worst birthday" (ok, maybe not my worst birthday, but the one I'm worked up about at the moment) out of the water.
For my submission, the birthday weekend just past:
Dad was supposed to pick me up around 2pm to take me home, he didn't show up until 7. we ran out of gas, ended up walking about three miles in the rain. My grandmother had made my birthday dinner that night, roast and sauteed mushrooms and mashed potatoes and gravy, but by the time we got home the locusts had already descended. The food was cold, the mushrooms were gone, there were about two dollops of potatoes left, the gravy had congealed, and my uncle had started feeding what was left of the roast to the dog. My dad said he'd take me to Star Wars the next day. The catch? Not until after we slaughtered. We'd promised to deliver two carcasses before memorial day and the weekend was actually cool enough so everybody had to help. two skinned and gutted and steaming cow carcasses later (complete with a punctured stomach and a quarter bounced off the pavement of the butcher's parking lot) it was 7 in the evening, we were all dog tired, town was a 45 minute drive (after you cleaned yourself up) so we basically said fuck it. I got two presents: a handful of books dad grabbed the morning before he picked me up (with no discernable rhyme or reason, he didn't even know what he'd gotten me) and $23 dollars from my pissy great-grandmother (who was in a horrible mood and spent the entire weekend threatening to move out and put herself in an old folks home). My youngest uncle forgot it was my birthday, acted like he'd just been told his dog died when somebody pointed it out to him, and spent the weekend throwing one temper tantrum after another. Just to round things off my mom apparently forgot, again.
So now, your turn. Worst birthday ever? Come on, convince me this was a peach of a birthday. Surely I'm just being a whiny little brat?
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Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.
Listen to Lady Day sing it and your toes will curl. Haunting does not begin to describe...
*sigh* and then I read two messages further and Mark says it for me... this is what I get for reading old threads.
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I don't know how to break the news, but
It's pretty clear you'll be asked to choose between
What you lack and what you excuse in this
Tug of war
You can't say that they didn't warn you
Though you'd rather that they just ignore you
'Cause your devices are not working for you
Anymore
What you want
You don't know
You're with stupid now
You don't know how to manufacture
Sturdy bones with a hairline fracture
The crazy will of a Margaret Thatcher that
They've all got
And though you pay for the hands they're shaking
The speeches and the mistakes they're making
As they struggle with the undertaking of
Simple thought
What you want
You don't know
You're with stupid now
What you know
You don't want to know
You're with stupid now
-guitar solo-
What you want
You don't know
You're with stupid now
What you know
You don't want to know
You're with stupid now
So on with the show
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I think of a lot of a things when I'm walking.
I think of a lot of a things walking home.
I say them aloud, to myself I am talking.
I talk to myself when we are alone.
Why-ee-i-ee-i is my bleeding heart beating?
Why-ee-i-ee-i am I feeling no pain?
Why-ee-i-ee-i do I cry when I say Good
Bye-ee-i-ee-i, When I'm calling your name?
I look to the left and the right when I'm crossing.
I look straight ahead when I'm crossing the road.
The baggage I carry, that load I am tossing.
I look back behind at the row that I've hoed.
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Moment: Thunder and lightning
Memory: 5 years old, huddled in my great grandfather's living room in front of the picture window with all of the lights off and all of the antique lamps lit drinking hot cocoa and watching the lighting strikes.
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I got straight As (if you discount one A-) AND i graduated
lol, Always gotta show me up don't you? 8-)
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and now I've taken up Donny's trick...
THat last post was me.
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Flies. Gotta be flies. Spiders I love, I've found a black widow in my bed and managed to escort the little dear outside. Spiders are my friends, because spiders eat flies! Hate flies... that nasty old WWII film footage of where they were setting up traps trying to contain disease in north Africa, and that horrible movie, and any clip of starving kids in Ethiopia with the flies all over their faces, and the whole laying eggs and maggots thing with the worms crawling and oozing....
Yeah, Flies. Definitely flies.
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Not that anybody cares, but after working my ass off for the past 4 months I find my efforts validated. Now I can piss away my entire summer with a clear conscience. Now, to catch up with my comics...
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Small please, and with the shipping required to get it to Idaho...
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and I know any number of girls who have used it as a way to pay for text books or tuition when the Federal Aid money they were counting on didn't come through, or there parents weren't able to contribute as much as they'd hoped to some year, or something else unforseen comes up.
What are these women like, Ang?
Depends, a few were theater majors, the basic idea being that "preforming is preforming" one way or another. A couple were still in their rebellious phase, a sort of "well if mom and dad won't help me with my tuition, fuck them, lets see how they feel about this" sort of arrangment. Most were intelligent, confident, but not terribly cautious individuals. The job never lasts long, just a paycheck or two, and none of them have even considered it as a possible long term job. As for it being a moral choice... I find that I don't have real problems with the moral premice (although I often have problems with the actual execution). I don't think women who choose to strip are inherantly immoral, mostly I just think they should be able to find a more fulfilling way to earn a living. My only real personal objection is the same one I have with public speaking, I don't like being in front of crowds.
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Here's a strange view: I would date a former prostitute but not a stripper. Why? Because strippers have a choice about stripping and are often head cases, and prostitutes are normally driven to prostitution through desperation, at least in this country. A former stripper might still be a dim bulb or a loon, a former hooker is most likely very repentant and probably has kicked a drug habit.
Having worked with strippers and former strippers (at work and at uni), I have to say that you're talking complete bullshit when you sum them up as being "often head cases" or "dim bulbs." A former policewoman could be a dim bulb or loon.
For some people it's just an easy way to make plenty of money. Hell, I'd strip if I had the tits for it.
The local strip club (which isn't local, it's in Post Falls Idaho which is about 70 miles away) actively recruits from the local colleges and I know any number of girls who have used it as a way to pay for text books or tuition when the Federal Aid money they were counting on didn't come through, or there parents weren't able to contribute as much as they'd hoped to some year, or something else unforseen comes up. It's not something I would do personally (or at least it's not something I think I'd do, I guess you never know until you hit a situation dire enough to make you consider it), but that's a personal choice and has more to do with my more "shrinking violet" personality than anything else. I think you can't generalize people by their line of work, some are doing it by choice but some just don't see any choices that look better.
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(we're not going to mention my football team, they bit this year)
They couldn't have bit harder than our Detroit Lions. Or are you talking about college ball?
College. We won 3 games this year, total. It was a pretty sorry state of affairs. I don't like Pro Football very much (yes, yes, I know, sacrilidge, my uncles will never forgive me. It wasn't so bad when I was little, I didn't notice all of the commercials). I can't afford to buy tickets and I'd rather go to a game than watch one on TV any day so I'll stick with college, it's cheaper. ( Yes, yes, I'm still lurking. This is what happens when you're avoiding homework)
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remember - both boys and girls can poopo, but only a MAN can talk about guns, cars and football (soccer for you yanks) senslessly for hours...
LIKE HELL YOU SAY!!! One of these days I need to post a picture of my car, or my gun... they're so pretty! (we're not going to mention my football team, they bit this year). OK, OK, I'll go away, but your thread is more fun than the girls :-(
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I also notice the fact that ONLY BOYS have tried it out yet...I was just going to say that. Obviously all the girls have been conditioned by their repressive society to think that being a slut is a bad thing.
And some of us just realize that we're boring in context :-? 28% isn't even worth posting. On the plus side, I'll live until April of 2062 when I will die at the age of 80 of a heart attack :-) Of course that's still about 15 years earlier than any of my other relatives die...
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As I've quit drinking, I'll take a mineral water.
An excellent prompt for the next question for the women here:
Do you drink (alcohol)?
If you do, what do you drink and on what occasions? Do you always drink in certain situations or do you sometimes drink and sometimes not?
And if you don't drink, what do you do when you're in a place where most people are drinking? What non-alcoholic beverage you'll have to "keep up with" the drinkers. Or do you tend not to find yourself in places where people drink?
I don't drink, but for a college campus that's pretty damned unusual. When I'm someplace where other people are drinking I tend to sit back and enjoy the view :D I devote a certain ammount of time to babysitting drunks, they all wind up on my doorstep ath 3 a.m. so I'm pretty comfortable around them, it doesn't make me feel awkward to be the only one at a party or get together who isn't imbibing. Unfortunately, you've got to be careful or the only sober person at a party can be a real drag for everybody who's not.
Ladies - ever shoot a gun? Own any? Do you abhor them?Yes, yes, DEAR GOD NO!!!! My first "date" with my first boyfriend I went shooting with he and his Dad :D I got a beautiful Smith & Wesson .22/.32 Kit Gun for my 21st birthday and I don't even remember the first time I shot a gun. My dad collects military memorabilia (fancy way of saying everything war related with an emphasis on U.S. Civil War, Spanish American War, and World War II) and various members of my family hunted so I grew up around guns. I remember being 5 years old and yelling at my Dad for selling his twice-blued Artillary Luger (divorces tend to make money scarce for a 26 year old army leutenant, resulting in parting with some of your favorite and most valuable possessions mearly 'cause your obnoxious little kid insists on eating).
going back a little:
Here's one:Have you carried or would you consider carrying a weapon for self-defense? (I mean pretty much any kind of weapon here.)
A couple of years ago the neighboring college town (read "next town over, a mere 6 miles away") had what was turning into a serial rapist. At the same time we here in Moscow had some dumb fuck who was lurking in the bushes grabbing girls. Thankfully, he wasn't very good (good eough mind you, two got away but he still raped one young lady) but it was still enough to make a person a little apprehensive. Our town is small, normally I have no problems with wandering around by myself at 2 or 3 in the morning. The idea of not being able to do this pissed me off, I wasn't about to let a couple of dumb shits with a fucked up view of their place in the world intimidate me into cowering at home like some mewling incompetant. All of that said, I'm stubborn and careless, not inherantly stupid. I invested in some pepper spray, figuring that this guy didn't seem to be very fond of his own pain, and I made sure I listened to what was going on around me.
I have a very nice Gerber which (being a toy but at the same time being a very nice knife) I have with me always and, since I can access it and open it one handed, I'd have no qualms about making use of it if some dumb fuck tried to grab me, but I'm not sure it would be necessary. I kick and squeel like you wouldn't believe.
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OK, just got back to civilization (e-mail, my computer, the college network... God it's nice to be back at school) and found in my mail some absolutely beautiful pictures from Meaner (not to mention a pretty damned cool pop-up card) :D Thanks a bunch, this card exchange deal was a really good idea! Now I need to actually unpack my stuff, pay for school, scrounge up enough pocket change for text books... *sigh* guess I"m not catching up on the forum QUITE yet.
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Oh, BTW, i did the dare. I started to talk to this REALLY old and rural looking guy in the pub last night, after the INCREDIBLES, asked him how his family was, called him "uncle", and the guy thought i was one if his son's drunken friends, so he tolerated me for a while, then excused himself and went to talk to his firends.
lol, very cool :-)
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Do your countries have a slang term for kids going to a beech/park to get rat-arsed drunk ?
It's called knacker-drinking here in Ireland.
Not that I know of... In my area we have a lot of kids who go "keg-camping," the only relationship it bares to REAL camping is the woods and the big fire. It's generally your standard "12 kids, half of them underaged, throwing as much alcohol into a car as they can carry, MAYBE remembering enough sleeping bags for half of them, wandering out in the woods where they can be as loud and as obnoxious as they like without the cops hassling them."
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I like going to the range with some buddies and going Max Payne on a few targets even. But college kids owning 50 cal machine guns. I dunno.......there's just a few things wrong with that picture in my book.
I should probably point out that the friend is in his mid 40's, an alumni of the college as opposed to a current student :) The Browning was about a $5,000 gun.
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A friend and I were talking, and we started discussing the soundtracks of our lives. We realized that there are some songs that just always seem to be there at the back of your mind, and others that follow you around.
For some reason I can ALWAYS hear a weird amalgamation of "The Nutcracker Suite", and "Die Die Die My Darling," it's like the main theme that everything always comes back to. Even worse, I've found it can be contagious. At the moment I'm running off of Barenaked Ladies' "Who Needs Sleep," looped into infinity in the back of my brain.
So what is the soundtrack of your life?
Oh Give Me A Home...
in Bring the Noise
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where do I live... well at the moment I'm sleeping on my friends couch 4 nights a week, but that will end June 22. I have a room at my Dad's house, full of stuff and fully habitable (and habited most of the summer). I have a room at my grandmothers, once again full of stuff and lived in a lot of weekends during the school year plus a few weeks out of the summer. I've got a dorm room 8 months a year (not counting vacations and those weekends I'm aither at my dad's or my grandmothers), and technically I've got a room at my mothers, but I only spend a week a year there so I don't think that REALLY counts... "Where you hang your hat" for me I think.