The whole situation of "seeing people" before dating people -bb shenanigans

Now today I thought I would take a break from the fiction sundae and take a bite of reality beefcakes.
First of all, I thought if you liked someone and you went out for coffee or something it meant that you are going out with that person, but I was recently corrected because apparently you need to go out multiple times and actually have some talk about where you guys are at. Anyways, Recently I have been seeing two separate women (not at same time) but both situations were different because in one situation I felt little or nothing, and in this current situation I think that she feels little or nothing.
If we divide these people into both the "wanted" person and the "wanter" person, I want to talk about the "wanted" person. See, they are put in this unique position where they can hold the "wanter" person at arms length and watch as they try to gain your affection. They are able to scout out the situation and see if they can get anything out of this person without fear of emotional consequences. Now, in most situations this happens for a very limited period of time because the "wanted" simply blows the other person off and says they dont want to be with the "wanter". With this girl who wanted me, I might have waited a bit too long before I gave her the bad news which sucks for her, but I took my time anyway.. (we are talking like a week or 2) Anyways now there is this girl who I like, and she is giving me signals now that are not unlike ones I gave to this other girl.
Who knows what will happen.
I just wanted to share my experience of being both the champ and the chump..

Frosty

Greg ran out of the room, relieved at last that class was over. It was Medieval History, an intro class which was elementary for the likes of Greg. Through the hall he zoomed, oblivious of the nearby students and teachers at first giving curious looks, then scrambling to get out of his way. The doors flew open and Greg breathed in a mouthful of fresh mountain air. It was all so perfect; the previous night of heavily flaked snowfall made the campus look like, well it made it look like a God was about to snort a blanket of cocaine off of campus. But that is not what made this field; this perfectly placed field in the middle of three campus buildings, perfect. It was the temperature. So warm was it out that Greg knew that even a few hours of sun had turned that light fluffy stuff into weapons of mass destruction. Greg wasted no time; he dropped his jacket, backpack, and binoculars and proceeded to pull out his MEC pump up gloves from his backpack. He ran out into the middle of the field and started to make his first snowball of the season. The classes were still changing, so Greg had no trouble finding targets walking on the outskirts of the field, walking to other buildings.

Greg enjoyed lobbing the snowballs for his first four throws or so because he liked the ricochet fire it created when he got a direct hit and the fact that they couldn't see it coming. His first two shots missed, merely splashing the concrete and scuffling up some shoes but his next snowball hit a girl square on the head and the resulting splash got some snow in her friends eye, not unlike the Kennedy assassination. She went down, but there were many more. The rowing team had noticed this lone figure in the snow, this defiant rule breaker, and determined that he must conform to the laws of society, and walk the concrete.

On to the field they walked, shouting profanities and incoherent sentences like "stop throwing snowballs" and "shes unconscious!", but soon they were scrambling for cover all the same. Greg had anticipated confrontation and began his "super strider" throw, which was like a curveball except it was straight. His methods were fluid and as one, his accuracy precise. One of his striders downed a rower as he ran for cover, screaming for his teammates to help him.

By now people had began stopping their zombie-like walks to class and started looking at the action on the field. Some were amused, others were tending the wounded, but a growing number of students and faculty alike began taking steps on the field with malicious intent stapled to their eyes. Bags were thrown down, sleeves were rolled up, and within seconds the inner court yard of St. Bethany's College was filled with chaos.

Greg was amused, then soon horrified at the scene which was unfolding. Here he stood facing 100 opponents with nowhere to hide and not chance to surrender, else he be deemed a coward. Greg packed and threw furiously as the mob determinedly approached. A small few fell, but even most of those got back up leaving their fallen brethren behind. Some never fell at all, even with direct hits. Greg saw one speed ball fly past a gymnast who barely dodged and hit a brute of a man square in the face, after which he simply spit out a tooth and actually smiled at him. Greg had been taking hit all along, but the pain was started to get to him. His whole body was getting painted with balls of vengeance. One ice ball hit him square in the head and brought him to his knees, but just as the crowd began to cheer he was back up and throwing like a maniac, laying to waste the three who were closest to him. One clipped his pelvis which turned him into another deathball which hit him square in the throat. Chocking, Greg dropped his snowballs and threw up his hands making a "T". "Timeut, ICahaannt breth" Greg said as he looked around, searching for sympathy. Their eyes remained neutral, but the snowball fury had stopped. Greg's heart was raised, The battle is done
he thought and what a battle it was..
Greg never even saw the snowball which reignited the vengeance which was plain on everyone's face. Pain coursed through his body as he curled into the fetal position, as he was literally being buried by all the snow that was being flayed on him. A single tear ran down his face as he turned to look up at the sky, this beautiful sky which had produced the snow which was now killing him. The view was blocked by one face, than another, and soon all he could see were these people; these people who used to be his friends and colleagues. Now they looked with hate upon him. Some moved out of the way to let in the biggest women he had ever seen. She was carrying over her head a clump of snow and ice equal to at least half her body weight. As she threw it down on Him, Greg screamed.

Greg awoke to the sound of muffled voices, and a soft beeping sound. He could barely open his eyes, but he could make out a doctor speaking to a suited man. "I can't allow this to happen" the doctor was saying to the suited man, "its too risky". "Whuh whats going on? do whuu what?" Greg mumbled through swollen lips. The doctor looked startled, went over to the bed and injected something into the IV. "Sleep" he said, and Greg began to drift off to sleep again.

Something did not feel right when he woke. He felt Cold all over his body. He felt numb, and almost nerveless. Am i alive? is it this cold because I'm dead? Greg thought as he opened his eyes. At first he thought he was still dreaming because as he looked over his body it was all white. A large ball of snow lay where his legs used to, and a smaller snowball had replaced his mid section. He looked over at horror at the branches which now moved as his arms once had. "It was the only way to keep you alive" a man in a business suit said. Startled, Greg looked over at the man towering over him. "I don't understand" Greg stammered "how is all this possible?". "That is not something you need to concern yourself with yet" replied the man, "But right now you need to rest so we can do some more tests".
"No!" Greg screamed as he tore the machines which were connected to all over his body. He pushed the man aside and slid onto the ground. It would have been hard to move had the floor not been tile and he slid across the hospital hallways at a ferocious pace. As he got to the front entrance, the floor getting slippery behind him, he had one thing, and one thing only in mind; Vengeance.

Bots are fun sometimes..

I was just on Hotmail, and i got a chat message from a very forward lady. I had nearly fallen in love before some things started to fall apart. Here it is...

LamonicaMccrohanirsuo@hotmail.com
Favorite
http://www.yourprivateshow.com/dbcu
LamonicaMccrohanirsuo@hotmail.com says:
looking for a sweet and caring guy

Ryan McNaughton says:
thats me!
LamonicaMccrohanirsuo@hotmail.com says:
Hello there.. My name is Kat..

Ryan McNaughton says:
hi!
LamonicaMccrohanirsuo@hotmail.com says:
I love chatting with new people.. Would you like to chat today? Where are you from?

Ryan McNaughton says:
canada
and you?
LamonicaMccrohanirsuo@hotmail.com says:
Nice Im 21 .. Can i ask you a question?
Do you like big booty girls with big tits? lol seriously cuz thats what ppl tell me i have..Is that too much for you to handle?

Ryan McNaughton says:
i dont know
maybe
LamonicaMccrohanirsuo@hotmail.com says:
so yea i'm lonely would you like to have some kinky fun? Would you like to see me?

Ryan McNaughton says:
no
maybe
how can i see you?
LamonicaMccrohanirsuo@hotmail.com says:
ok but i have no pictures on my laptop.. but i have a video camera that came with it :-)

Ryan McNaughton says:
oh, this could get interesting
LamonicaMccrohanirsuo@hotmail.com says:
lol ok goto http://www.yourprivateshow.com/ddqrand we can go 1 on 1 chat. Just accept the invite on the page baby

Ryan McNaughton says:
woah, i could get in trouble for this
LamonicaMccrohanirsuo@hotmail.com says:
Don't worry baby its free to join this site, read the page, they just need to verify ur age

Ryan McNaughton says:
let me ask my mom
LamonicaMccrohanirsuo@hotmail.com says:
I'll do anything you want me to do.. Do you see me? I can't chat with you on the site till you register :-(

Ryan McNaughton says:
she says you are an evil person, against Gods will.. does that mean we can still be friends?
LamonicaMccrohanirsuo@hotmail.com says:
i'll be waiting for you! Goto http://www.yourprivateshow.com/ddbhand accept the invite, its free!


Some women are just impossible...

Le Poemsicle Enfleurer -- Brody the Writter

I guess poems are on the fucking menu for this site now. I thought I'd serve my own up, since its been a half year and I haven't contributed any words to this vacuum. This one is dedicated to Carol, the egotistical demon who has possessed the body of a troubled hermit.



Le Poemsicle Enfleurer

I am the top corner of a room
Or rather
The back wall, side wall and ceiling
Running out of room
The resting place of a helium balloon
Before it shrivels up and is technically considered dead
And so long as you're below me
I'll remain just a foot above your head
A perpendicular jab in all three dimensions
A knock out blow to anyone trying to break my prison like restrictions
Not even Harry Houdini could escape this joint
Three planes that have crashed at the same point
The end of the line
Lid on your jar
Muzzle on your mouth
I'm the top corner of the room
And no-ones aloud the fuck out
.

Ten dead bees - bb shenanigans

One day I sat upon my throne
Listening to a peasant drone
"the bees! the bees! he said,
"all dead!"
"get out you fool, you're hurting my head"
Though in bed that night, sleepless I lay
watching stars grow dim from night to day
Suddenly a plan came, of course!

I left the next morning saddled up on my horse
So off I went, adventuring to the south
met a weird wired willow with a coffee smelling mouth
"Coffee! holy mother fucking shit, get me more!"
"First point me to the bees, you coffee drinking whore"
"Shit cock bitch you ass, all right"
then he pointed his branch over the mountain out of sight

Laughing with my deception, I headed due west
met a crazed British turtle with a bullet proof vest
"don't you have protection already?" I said with a smirk
"I lost it in a storm you insensitive jerk"
"All right I'll help find it , if you show me the bees
"They are that way I think, handing me golden keys
"but first get the shell, under the bridge over there
"I don't think so" I said, and drove off without a care

Being very happy, I set out to the east,
met nine piping pipers eating food (like a feast)
"Salt, peppers and beer be all we need
to make this meal perfectly delicious indeed"
"I'll find them" I said, now knowing what to expect
"where be the bees first, then I will collect
"Head that way my friend, pointing over a stream
"but first come and eat" said with smiles that gleamed
"No thanks you pipers, the bees I'll find"
Then into the sunset I rode, (pipers sighed)
Smelling victory close, I smiled with delight
headed north, I saw ten dead bees.

Then as I looked at the bees, it occurred to me
all the friends all around who could have been



Hope you all had a great summer, and are now looking forward to a great fall!
I for one am excited because there will be new blood writing with us, so stay tuned.

No Trespassing

We don't write during the summer, all trespassers will be shot.

kid memory- bb shenanigans

Random memory= My childhood bud, Kenn Baloney (last name changed for their protection) and I decided to pour salt in our mouths to create more "taste bugs", and to take them away, ate pepper. We had to get the right balance in order to taste the best food.
Kids are so stupid.

Seal-bb shenanigans

The seal meat was delicious. I mean it was really Goddamn good. So good your taste buds scream with anticipation as the seal fat is sucked into the mouth and devoured with teaming teeth of tenacity. The women up north prepared it. Cooked it over a fire right there in the igloo. My God, if Joseph had been there he would have bent right over and ate his shoes given the absurdity of the situation.
But there i was, a boy who had grown up in Pennsylvania, stuck up north of Whitehorse (Yukon Territory, Canada), trying to strike gold.

The trip started out fine, great in fact, given that the weather for October hadn't sunk into fuck me in the ass cold temperatures yet. I had used my savings on getting up to the Goddamn city (I should say town), and afterward spent what little left I had on some Goddamn dogs. The fuckers didn't tell me i needed at least 6-8 dogs to run a sled properly when I had just been able to buy 3. Then, after trying to give em back, he said that their were no refunds. Frustrated, I decided to at least get some meat out of the purchase. I killed two and was in the process of smashing the third when the dog breeder ran out screaming he was joking... I wish I could share his crazy Inuit humor because at that moment I did not think this was particularly funny.
I also found out the dog meat doesn't taste good. Raw. Kicked out of town because of "immoral acts". And without a fire.
Like I said it wasn't fuck me in the ass cold yet, but it was finger me up the butthole with great irritability cold. So I dug a little hole, crawled inside, and next thing I know I was woken up in a tent with the smell of seal meat cooking.
Let me tell you, it was the best Goddamn meal I've ever had.

My Collection of Quotes

I'm using this posts to save quotes I like. This is for my use only and if you are not me stop reading now, you are not allowed to read my personal notes.


"Let not the fierce sun dry one tear of pain
Before thyself hast wiped it from the sufferer's eye" - Helena Petrovna Blavatsky Found in Kurt Vonneguts book - Wampeters Foma & Granfalloons

The Tallest Man on Earth -- Brody the Writter

Ok, so here's the scoop straight outta your neighbours kitty litter. I went to a small concert at an undisclosed location this weekend in and undisclosed Canadian oil town. Why did I do this? Ever day I ask myself why I do the things I do and also why I don't do the things I don't do, of which there are plenty.

Alors, so the main reason I went was because the show was headlined by Tallest Man on Earth, who definitely is not as tall as the name suggests, it's just a little humour he put there to kick you in your ironically defenceless balls/box. It was the first time I've seen the young Kristian Matsson in the flesh and I was very impressed. He's truly a friendly character. I was content after the show my money went to a good cause, unlike that empty feeling you get when you donate to a worthless charity. Not to rag too hard on charities, but seriously, stop phoning my fucking house.

The opening band was a group I've never heard of until now, and thankfully I actually liked their music too. They call themselves The Nurses and are also definitely not what their name suggests. Although, maybe they used to work as nurses in a past career of even a past life? Dun dun daaa.

Any-who, the music was so tasteful I decided to buy their albums on vinyl and let me tell you, think before you buy! I don't own a working record player, what the hell am I doing buying vinyl?




Now I've been trying to buy a decent record player and like most shopping expeditions I lost site of my goal. I started with a price limit of $100 and after tons or turntable research I've discovered I need to spend $3000 to be satisfied. Simply because, after watching youtube videos, I now know I need not, one, but two turntables and a mixer so I can become the worlds greatest DJ.

What?! you say, DJ'n is lame and annoying.

No it is not I retort. It is the greatest thing to happen to vinyl and DJ Kentaro is the greatest thing to happen to DJ'n

Trust my new favourite driving song.

Bis später

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