My younger brother and I haven't always been on the best of terms. He's a rude, anti-intellectual, raging homophobic (to the point where if he even sees any "of the queer" he lets out a muffled yell and flips the channel/crosses the street/averts his gaze), anti-semite with a huge entitlement complex that he has mostly because he makes a lot of money at the Ferrari repair shop he works at. The fact that I'm a liberal art student doesn't help matters either.
For years, my brother has been lording the fact that he makes more money than I do over me and constantly says, even in front of my art-school graduate father, how worthless my degree will be. It's as if the concept of me not caring how much money I make so long as I'm doing what I love is completely alien to him. I've been really trying to mend bridges with him for the past year and I decided I would go out and splurge a little bit on the christmas presents. I've never had much money so I made my family artwork this christmas, but in addition to that, I got my brother a nice and warm $80 jacket that he needed as well as the swiss army knife that he's been dropping hints at for months. He gave me a stained fleece that he wrote "fag" in bleach on and a key chain that he got free from work. After the present opening, his girlfriend comes up to me and says that I shouldn't use the key chain as a key chain. Apparently the one he gave her months before shattered after she tried to put some keys on it and cut her hand. Sorry to go all e/n but after all this time of us trying to be nicer to each other he just goes right back to not giving a poo poo. It kinda made this one of the worst christmases ever
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# ¿ Jan 3, 2011 20:36 |
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# ¿ Mar 19, 2024 04:24 |
I got a Hot Topic gift card from my parents for Hanukkah this year. If you didn't know, Hot Topic sells prefab punk and goth clothes for teens. I am almost thirty, have a professional academic job, and am very interested in fashion. None of these things have anything to do with Hot Topic.
Luckily, my 17-year-old cousin with the pink streak in his hair was there. I traded it to him for his Chick-fil-A gift card. Last year, my parents gave me a loaf of habanero cheddar bread and a box of specialty hot sauces. I'm allergic to capsaicin. It makes my throat close up and my skin break out in hives. They know this.
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# ¿ Jan 3, 2011 20:37 |
Volte posted:hahaha what the gently caress are goons doing that makes their own flesh and blood troll them to death My own first baby tooth. In a pendant, on a necklace. With the remark: "you must like it and wear it because it was horribly expensive". So good I am used to disappointment and faking happiness. But I am really sorry that good money was spent on something I find gross.
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# ¿ Jan 3, 2011 20:40 |
Volte posted:For Christmas my parents got me gloves, a pair of running shoes, a set of drums, a piano, a skateboard, a bicycle, 10 rock climbing lessons, a ladder, a hammer, a pair of scissors, and Mavis Beacon Teaches Typing. I have no arms or legs. They know this. hahahha
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# ¿ Jan 3, 2011 20:43 |
ownage everywhere.
In fact, things are going great. She's loving, affectionate, and a beautiful girl. She got over the heartbreak of "officially" ending such a long relationship (our biggest initial problem). But there's one thing that just bothers the poo poo out of me. She has a bracelet that she's worn for the past three years with his name on it. He has a bracelet as well with her name on it. She insists that it's nothing more than a sign of friendship between them. Personally, I find it kind of insulting. The way I feel is that wearing another guy's name 24/7 tends to signify that this guy is "yours". That he's your significant other. When making out or getting intimate, the instant I look at that bracelet I lose all excitement and arousal. She says I'm simply insecure and that such a thing shouldn't bother me because she's clearly showing her dedication and love to me and me only.
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# ¿ Jan 3, 2011 20:50 |
I would consider dating an FTM, MTF's are out of the question though. In all likelihood I'd probably never have to make that choice unless I go looking for it, though, so this is all speculative.
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# ¿ Jan 3, 2011 21:01 |
lmao
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# ¿ Jan 3, 2011 21:05 |
Bodybuilding Virgin 420 posted:A stained fleece from a lover, a fleece with "fag" written on it, in bleach. Doc, stop me if you've heard this story before.
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# ¿ Jan 3, 2011 21:11 |
Giovanni Qobras posted:i had an idea for an effort flag recently but i forgot it
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# ¿ Jan 3, 2011 21:12 |
Iluvlortab posted:I remember sneezing in a health class and spraying boogers everywhere. I was labeled and ridiculed for a while until I farted in gym. Then I was that guy who farted in gym. 3 years of poo poo, ridicule, and pain. I reviled middle school. Hey, at least in Highschool I was unknown and part of the cool Dungeons and Dragons club. yeah.
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# ¿ Jan 3, 2011 21:37 |
My worst years were actually elementary school and leading into Middle School.
I was borderline suicidal due to the local podunk hillbilly fuckers, teaching staff and generally, well, everyone in the community I lived in at the time in Fayette County Georgia giving myself and my parents hell once it somehow got out in the community that my dad had been married before and the woman I thought of as my mom wasn't actually my biological mother. Lots of "Go away, Wade Wilson, your own mother didn't want you, what makes you think anyone here wants anything to do with you!" from the kids and "No, you cannot ride your bike on the sidewalk in front of my house on your way to the neighborhood pool, stay in your yard or ride in the street. Why are you going to the pool anyway? Nobody there wants to swim in the same pool as you. If you got a cramp you'd probably drown because nobody is going to help you, so just stay home" from rear end in a top hat grown up neighbors that would push me off my bike, deliver that line, then later deny it when questioned by my parents about it.
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# ¿ Jan 3, 2011 21:39 |
The Downfall posted:lol
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# ¿ Jan 3, 2011 21:50 |
no im a federal agent. yeah its real look it up.
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# ¿ Jan 3, 2011 21:58 |
I was always the cute/lovable desperate moron. I'd see my classmates in the mall holding hands, and think about how much I'd love to have someone to hold hands with.
I probably wanted a girlfriend more than anyone I knew. My level of desperation was way off par with my looks. I could have had it worse. I could have been an overweight, pimple faced aspie in middle school, but would that actually be worse? Seriously, what could be worse than having all the ammo, but being too big a pussy to actually fight? I've had girls I went to middle/high school with tell me recently that I was really cute in middle school, and I could have had my pick. NOPE! I sat in the middle of math class next to Jill. I creepily daydreamed about her during class, and would glance over at her every now and then. One day she shot me a smile! I came to find that Jill never had a boy friend, never hosed, never kissed, was emotionally damaged, every guy in her life treated her like poo poo, alone, sweet, caring, loving everything that makes up an easy/non-intimidating "first date" kinda girl. I sat through that math class, and stared at the clock every day like a dedicated pussy.
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# ¿ Jan 3, 2011 22:05 |
scene from futurama with dog waiting an dgoing to sleep plays excepts its no dog but a middle school goon
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# ¿ Jan 3, 2011 22:09 |
Jacques Diarrhida posted:faggots and poets i wrote in bleach
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# ¿ Jan 3, 2011 22:33 |
no flying cars but small rf chip in clothes makes every bilboard call you a fag friend of the family?
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# ¿ Jan 3, 2011 23:15 |
I was the weirdo-human being. I liked computers, played with them and built some machines with spare parts laying around. Apparently, no one in my group did. It was "gay." So, I kept to myself in class and just did my work, got great grades, and left. It didn't help that I was the outcast and Columbine happened. Shortly after Columbine, I got questioned by counselors/resource officers a couple times because of it.
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# ¿ Jan 3, 2011 23:44 |
Other things that made middle school fun:
-Being 170lbs (dropped it all by Grade 10) -Having asthma from my parents' chain smoking (the other kids just thought that was a hoot) -Being the outlet for two failed marriages -Being in the same shop class as an insane kid who the teacher let weld -Being told that glass is a liquid, that's why it's thicker at the bottom
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# ¿ Jan 3, 2011 23:47 |
Middle school was where I learned that a lot of times fat kids get bursts of retard strength and can put all their weight into their punches. Because I was that fat kid who slammed a locker door into some guys face.
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# ¿ Jan 3, 2011 23:54 |
I somehow scraped by and got into the eighth grade where I joined an Anime club, watched a lot of Toonami, and failed all my classes. I failed eighth grade because I broke my foot, the elevator didn't work, I had to sit in the library all day and nobody brought me my assignments so I just sat on the computer writing pornographic Final Fantasy VII fan-fiction.
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# ¿ Jan 3, 2011 23:55 |
Primo Poster!!!! posted:I told my dad I wanted a pony for Christmas and he said, "Ok, you can have a Colt," and that's when he unloaded two barrels of rock salt into my center mass (my BMI is 34.5). lmao
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# ¿ Jan 3, 2011 23:55 |
bropocalypse now posted:also reminder a lot of fatties can benchpress a lot because htey just drop the wegiht on their fat guts some fat dude @ the gym loaded like 800lbs then put the bar on shouldres and squatted like an inch. then put it back and left.
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# ¿ Jan 3, 2011 23:56 |
mons al-madeen posted:some fat dude at the gym ate a single oat and then left deg is an oat
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# ¿ Jan 3, 2011 23:58 |
I was a band nerd that got fat and grew boy tits (just ripe for other little prick kids to pinch at), wore thrift store clothes (before anyone realized it was actually cool), had random depression spells and had a teacher who told me that if I ever got into a fight she would make sure I got expelled, and when I wanted to enroll to start playing football (and use some of my mass to my advantage, toughen up and get in better shape) had a mother that forbid me to because she was a nurse who worked in an ER and saw only the worst football injuries. Oh yeah, middle school was just loving peachy . . . MOTHERFUCKING PEACHY!
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# ¿ Jan 3, 2011 23:58 |
I try to look on the bright side, the intelligence that alienated me ultimately got me scholarships and a bunch of degrees. I fine-tuned my sense of humour so that people at least know I'm joking, even if not everyone gets the joke. I went from a flat-chested 14 year old to a H-cup wearing 25 year old.
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# ¿ Jan 4, 2011 00:03 |
*Sigh*
I had almost forgotten the pure hell that was middle school. Let me set this up for you. First, I had to go to a private elementary school halfway through 2nd grade. Partially because my reading skills were sub par and the public system didn't want to deal with me, and partially because one day I smashed my head open on a fire extinguisher when I bent over to pick up a paper that slid off my desk, was reprimanded for being out of my seat, sent to the principles office, and forced to sit for an hour with an ice pack on my head (I was still bleeding profusely mind you) before they called my parents to come get me and take me to the doctor. I got 9 stitches.
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# ¿ Jan 4, 2011 00:09 |
I don't think a day went by where I wasn't belittled for being socialy akward, uncoordinated, too big, having a creaky frog voice or a number of other things that people picked out to rip on me about. It didn't help that I retreated into books (found out I loved reading in the private school) and games and sci-fi as a way to cope. That just gave them more ammunition.
I'd say at least once a day, or at least every other day, I was hit, slapped, kicked, tripped, or otherwise abused by a number of people, including girls. I also got beat up, a lot. Being so skinny and uncoordinated didn't help. I got into fights weekly. I don't remember ever starting any though. I'd just get jumped or cornered, or people would run past and punch me in the head.
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# ¿ Jan 4, 2011 00:11 |
goons reminiscing about school owns imo
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# ¿ Jan 4, 2011 00:11 |
The girls hurt me the worst emotionally though. I'd be sitting there, minding my own business, and they'd call me over all smiling and happy like, and tell me so and so liked me because I was tall or whatever, and I should go talk to her. So I did, and was summarily rejected in the most public and embarrasing ways possible. As soon as that didn't work, they'd think of ways to drag it out, notes, phone calls, ect. But the end result was always the same. It was all a joke on me.
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# ¿ Jan 4, 2011 00:12 |
WET BUTT posted:was i picked on in middle school? hmm let me think
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# ¿ Jan 4, 2011 00:13 |
Middle school was a full-blown existential crisis that lasted several years. I thought about stabbing myself in the throat every day and listened to voices calling my name every night. Also I had braces. In conclusion, gently caress middle school.
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# ¿ Jan 4, 2011 00:16 |
lmao
Middle School was, for lack of a better word, Hell. Now year 7 was fine. Things were going my way. I mean sure, I didn't have many friends and I was picked on constantly, but whatever. At least I had the Internet and pseudo-friends there-on. Then I lost it. A guy on AOL said I threatened to kill him and that was it. I was sad but I thought I would make new friends. Also AOL sucked and in the long run we were lucky as you apparently can NEVER un-subscribe from them any other way. But year 8 nearly broke me. The year started with my grandfather being diagnosed with lung Cancer. As a result my mother was slitting time at home and down in Florida and subsequently Texas. This put a large strain on our family, my mother in particular. As a result, every time I brought home bad grades she would blow up. I had a good reason for making bad grades. At the star of the year I had Several classmates making lewd sexual advances towards me in class. It became a nearly constant occurrence until I couldn't take it anymore and told a teacher. The school swept it under the carpet while begging my parents not to sue. Near the middle of the year I was talking to my classmates about religion and brought up the fact I'm pagan. This does not go over well in the bible belt. I was soon asked every day if I eat babies, given Jesus loves you pamphlets, told I should die and go to hell so I wouldn't "curse others", asked if I hosed Satan, had items stolen from me, and had rocks and spit thrown at me at every available opportunity. I still have some scars. My mother told me not to tell anyone, becuase she was afraid I would be expelled due to religious beliefs. So I sat in silence until around the end of the year. The issue was brought up with my therapist and I was taken more often. Not the fact I was being tortured, mind you, but the fact I was not Christian. I was already going for A.D.D medication and general anxiety problems. (I've never been a fan of large groups of people. It was a thing.)
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# ¿ Jan 4, 2011 00:24 |
I am.. in a world... of poo poo. *throws capri sun @ you*
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# ¿ Jan 4, 2011 00:24 |
Primo Poster!!!! posted:9th grade year for Halloween I spent $100 of allowance money for a completely authentic Lt. Commander Data costume, and before school even started I got confronted in the hallway by the captain of the football team and a guy in the JV team. They slapped my books out my hands and were like, "WHAT'S UP, LORE?" and I was like, "No, I'm Mr. Data," and they were all, "SHUT UP, LORE," and I screamed, "I'M MR. DATA, AND I CAN'T FEEL PAIN." So that's when the JV guy said, "Should I give him a wedgie, Captain?" and the football captain said, "Make it so," which probably hurt the most, because Captain Picard would never advocate senseless violence like that. Thank Gaia Earth Mother that I didn't splurge the extra $50 on an emotions chip.
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# ¿ Jan 4, 2011 00:28 |
january 2011 is shaping up too be amonster.
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# ¿ Jan 4, 2011 00:29 |
Meursault Horny posted:One day I smashed my head open on a fire extinguisher when I bent over to pick up a paper that slid off my desk, needless to say albumen is going everywhere, the principal and some god drat horses yelled at me in the nurses office for like 15 minutes? forced to sit for an hour with apieces of toast dipped into my cracked head. Also, I'm a giant egg. lmao
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# ¿ Jan 4, 2011 00:37 |
hahahah
One kid in elementary school broke every lunchbox I was ever given. A student who sat next to me in one class during middle school would regularly spit on me. He also once shined a laser pointer in my eye from across the room, which was extremely painful, and now that eye has significantly worse vision. One student found my home number and would spend a few hours each day calling and hanging up. When he realized my parents could call return via *69, he switched to one ring and re-speed-dial. This went on for years.
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# ¿ Jan 4, 2011 01:59 |
I was also 'that kid.' Being overweight, a friend of the library, always reading or writing, afraid to get hit by the volleyball, no interest in sports. And then one day I started wearing this necklace to school and some of the taunts, from some people, stopped. That was when I spread some rumors that I didn't get a rabies shot (wtf. I have no idea what I was thinking) and it went from there. I was still picked on by the smarter bullies, but several kids saw my rattlesnakehead necklace (yay for redneck conventions and rattlesnake roundups, ya'll!) and the sudden growls and mentions about rabies shots or various other idiocies meant I was crazy. You don't gently caress with crazy people.
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# ¿ Jan 4, 2011 02:02 |
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# ¿ Mar 19, 2024 04:24 |
The constant torture and destruction of my lunch boxes was almost too much of an emotional and financial burden. Luckily, I have discovered a surefire way to avoid the bullies by pretending to be a mound of mud and pig poo poo for most of 8th grade.
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# ¿ Jan 4, 2011 02:08 |