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Why is my ear hurting? I hope I'm not getting an infection... :(

It's too damn cold. :(

It's not legal to shoot registered democrats on sight. :mad:

Okay, okay, that's not really my rant. Just kidding. This rant is yet another traffic related one. You idiot drivers see those two lanes going down the highway? I am not claiming the left lane is the "fast" lane, because that implies the State wants it reserved for speeders. However, you DO have some obligation to get out of that lane rather than matching the person in the right lane going 65mph when the damned speed limit is 70mph!!!

I am gonna have to do groceries now :mad:

It's not legal to shoot registered democrats on sight. :mad:

Careful, we fight dirty! :p

Although my girlfriend swears that I'm a closeted Republican.

I particularly hate those drivers that cannot stick to one lane, especially if the on/off ramp has two lanes.

Although my girlfriend swears that I'm a closeted Republican.
I kind of agree with her, but I think you'd be more the Olympia Snow variety rather than the Bulldog Bob Dornan variety. Too bad, really, since we need more of the Dornan types.:(

:gripe::gripe::gripe::gripe::gripe:
I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL FREAKING SATURDAY BEFORE MEETING MY GIRL!!!

And now I accidentantly exchanged Saturday with friday

My cat is blocking my mouse. :p By sleeping on it, to be precise.

I kind of agree with her, but I think you'd be more the Olympia Snow variety rather than the Bulldog Bob Dornan variety. Too bad, really, since we need more of the Dornan types.:(

Now THIS is intriguing! Her mother agreed with that assessment, and now you are too!

Time to start my own party.

In my first class they handed out the silabias super fast and ended it. I've been waiting for my second class to start for over 3 hours now ..... :(


Oh and I myself nor with the help of spellcheck can spell silabias :(

Syllabus.

I don't think I've ever been to a class that just spat out a syllabus and adjourned. Short first day classes, sure, but that's amazing! :eek:

I'm not paying 160$ for A GOD DAMN BOOK!!!!!!!!

I'm not paying 160$ for A GOD DAMN BOOK!!!!!!!!

Spring 08 CSN 5 classes total cost - 1060 dollars

Books for those five classes - 600$ :mad:

Spring 08 CSN 5 classes total cost - 1060 dollars

Books for those five classes - 600$ :mad

I have 4 classes and my books are $600. I value my $ much more than that.
School is just a business like everything else.
Tuition = $6000

I'm ranting about the utterly nonsensical closing of threads when they reach 1000 posts. There is less than no reason to do that. Let a thread reach 10million posts if it's going to.

I'm ranting about the utterly nonsensical closing of threads when they reach 1000 posts. There is less than no reason to do that. Let a thread reach 10million posts if it's going to.
I rant that you mentioned this before me.

My right hand's thumb joint that connects to the hand hurts like heck.

And I'm not even 18 yet...

Syllabus.

What's that? :)

:gripe::gripe::gripe::gripe::gripe:
I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL FREAKING SATURDAY BEFORE MEETING MY GIRL!!!

At least you have a girl... :cry:

What's that? :)

Generally speaking :
Syllabus is a document with an outline and summary of topics to be covered in a course. It is often either set out by an exam board, or prepared by the professor who teaches the course, and is usually given to each student during the first class session. A syllabus usually contains specific information about the course, such as information on how, where and when to contact the lecturer and teaching assistants; an outline of what will be covered in the course; a schedule of test dates and the due dates for assignments; the grading policy for the course; specific classroom rules; etc.

Ah frick, one of my college application due dates is earlier than I thought.

I failed my driving test :(
Not to mention its freezing outside

I
HATE
THE
POST
OFFICE!!!!

Not only did the people at my post office not understand basic English when I requested to come to the post office to pick up my held mail, but the carrier shoved a month's worth of mail into my tiny box, folding and tearing mail as he saw fit. Now, the rest of it arrived today (the big batch came on Saturday) with each piece of mail marked "Box Full" and with mail for about 15 people that don't live in my apartment and don't even have apartment numbers listed on them!

God damn I hate these fools!

2 weeks of hell are upon me. should finish monday or tuesday, wednesday at latest, but its been hell. mein gott im himmel!

Generally speaking :

Oh, thanks. :)

I rant about my phone which was unable to wake me up until 50 minutes after the time when I was supposed to wake up. :(

It's snowing, but most likely that crap will melt down in a days :trophy:.

I had to deal with a vast number of dumb people in the last two days.

I messed up at least two questions on the Math mid-terms, and two words on the English vocabulary quiz.

I've been sick for one week. ONE DARN WEEK! :sad:

Make it stop!

It's still too damn cold. :(

I let my ass get kicked by apathy.

I hate people who:

Walk on their tippy toes instead of their entire sole.

Cannot stop moving. Instead of standing still in line, they are constantly shifting from one foot to the next, swaying back and forth, looking around, and so on.

Eat with their mouths open.

Speak with a New York or New Jersey accent.

I can't get a good night's sleep :gripe:

I've got a Chemistry exam tommorow. :mad:

Electric companies that raise rates 5.5% after raising them 72% last summer.

At least you have a girl... :cry:

I know. You can probably get one too. The problem with most guys is that they are shy.


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w00t! It's tomorrow! AAAAAAAAAH THE SUSPENSE!!! :mad:

School starts again in an hour... :cry:

I hate people who:

Walk on their tippy toes instead of their entire sole.

Cannot stop moving. Instead of standing still in line, they are constantly shifting from one foot to the next, swaying back and forth, looking around, and so on.

Eat with their mouths open.

Speak with a New York or New Jersey accent.

:wavey:


I haven't had any sort of real social outing in over a month. :sad:

I rant that I didn't even notice the last rant thread close. Was there even a moderator action thingy? :confused:
AND I rant that my mom's distractions caused me to make a double crosspost, THEN she was distracting me while editing my post to write my frustrations with her and my double crosspost!! :aargh:

It's not legal to shoot registered democrats on sight. :mad:
It's not legal to shoot registered republicans on sight. :mad:

;) :)

Rant - A LOT of homework.

My rants thread was so short lived. :(

My rants thread was so short lived. :(

I noticed, but haven't a clue why...I 'spose I missed something.




I greatly dislike liars.

Found out that MRIs on my father from his fall last year showed that he partially torn both rotator cuffs. I should know that the company running this apartment building has enough cash to keep painting the floors downstairs gray, but they've yet to replace the bannister that came off in my father's hand as he fell. And it's been nearly 11 months later.

My hatred for this craphole grows by the minute. And I wish I could have done more for my father....sigh...

I'm really sick... Flu I think, and it sucks:( :cry:

I am just so glad that federal (U.S.) government benefits off of the death of my loved ones.

Dumb Girl vs. Bambi

Okay, this is kinda long, and it's kinda vulgar. So I'm gonna put it in spoiler tags. If you have virgin eyes, don't read it. Hopefully the mods will understand that it's necessary for the quality of this story. This assure you, this is WORTH the read.


So last night I was coming home from a late poker game. I started heading out from Rochester a little after 2AM, and it's an hour drive to my house. I was making great time because there was nobody on the roads. The only hitch was a light glaze of ice and snow on the road which kept me from making awesome time, because my car is simply a death trap on wheels with any sort of frozen precipitate between the pavement and my wheels.

I tend to take the backroads home. No cops. No traffic, and it's more direct to my village than taking the main roads. But wouldn't you know it, I caught up to a car going down the backroad I was on, close to my village. It was a Mustang, and it was going slow. Perhaps 40mph tops. There was no way I was going to try and pass though with my crappy tires. So I kept my distance so that if something happened I could swerve out of its path.

Well, we hit a clean spot of road, and the clearly woman driver sped up a bit. Wouldn't you know it, as soon as we got back into the snow, a crap ton of deer decide it's time to cross the road. So she slams on her brakes, but I don't. Instead, I go into the left hand lane and THEN slam on the brakes. I slide past her car and into one of the deer. I hit the deer enough that it slid up the hood, onto the windshield, and the motion of the deer was as such, so that when it began gaining momentum back downwards, when my car fully stopped, the deer went flying off my car onto the pavement hard.

But I'm fine. And the other car didn't hit anything. So everything's great. I get out, and the deer is squaking. First I check over my car. Everything looks okay except for deer hair in the windshield wipers and whatnot. I go over to check up on the other driver, she's stopped in the right hand lane, she's probably only 17 and freaking out, but okay. But her reaction was unreal.

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT!"
"What?"
"WHY THE F--K DID YOU DO THAT!"
"Do what?"
"HIT THE DEER!"
I am beside myself. I really don't know what she's screaming about. "Look," I tell her, "I have crappy snow tires, it was either you or the deer."
She gets out of the car.
"YOU SHOULD HAVE HIT ME!"
"What?"
"You shouldn't have hit the deer! Look at it!"

So... I'm beside myself.

Well, the deer was in rough shape. It had flopped from the middle of the road over towards the shoulder. It clearly had at least on broken leg. And it was no longer flailing, but still blatting. It was probably one of this years fawns, so we'll call it Bambi. It certainly was no 170 pound deer. But it was decent size. I think to myself, "this is a shame..." and pull out my pistol. I point it at Bambi, and behind me she starts screaming at me again.

"What the f--k are you doing!"
"I'm putting the deer down."
"WHY!"
"Because it has a broken leg, it needs to be put down. It's gonna die anyway."
She starts sobbing, "but they can fix it!"
"No, they can't fix it. There's no magic place where they fix hurt deer in car/deer accidents. This deer needs to be put down."
"You're not shooting this deer!"
I look at her stupid, "It's suffering."
"I don't give a f--k! I'll call the cops if you shoot this deer!"
"Call the cops. In fact, call them now."

So I put my pistol away, she gets on her cell phone and calls 911. She gets the local dispatch office and talks for a couple minutes. You knew they told her she was out of her mind. "They told you, you can't shoot it. It's illegal."

I shake my head, pull out my cell phone, and I call 911. The dispatcher was one of my high school friends. I explained the situation and she tells me, "Yeah, I told her to just let you shoot it, and that if she wanted we could send a sherrif out to put it down. All the sherrifs are down in the southern part of the county though, it'll take a half-an-hour to get up to you. Cook (one of the deputies I know real well) says to put the deer down and file a report tomorrow." I smile fiendishly at the girl.

I shake my head at the chick. And she starts bawling her eyes out going hysterical. I pull my pistol out, and she just goes ballistic. All kinds of swearing and whatnot. Then, she starts going towards the deer, crying.

I tell her, "I wouldn't go near that if I were you." She keeps getting closer as if she's gonna comfort the thing. "Don't go near that." Sure as s--t. The deer kicks at her, hits her in the leg out from under her, and the girl just smashes onto the road. I could basically see her wrist snap, and her face smash into the pavement. It was brutally disgusting. She was already basically on top of Bambi, and it just made Bambi freak out more and Bambi just...kicked the s--t out of her. I do what I can to help her get away, but she, for the most part, managed to roll away. I kinda dragged her up against my car.

This chick was just...all kindsa f--ked up. The whole right side of her face raspberried, her nose was bleeding, she was gushing blood from up above her right eye. Her right wrist was just completely broken and she couldn't breath because the deer had kicked her in the chest and stomach. On top of that. The blows to the legs meant she couldn't walk, but I don't think she had anything broken. And I'm just thinking, "you dumb MF'ing b--ch.

This girl was in...very bad shape. And I was two, maybe three miles from the hospital at this point. She's still gasping for air too.

"Where'd he get you?" I ask.
"Me legs, stomach, and chest."
"Did he get you in the head?"
"No..." she sobbed.
"Can you show me where on your stomach and chest he got you?"

She slids her shirt up a bit (I saw no ta-ta's). She had one nasty mark near her pelvis, one in the middle of her gut, and it was pretty clear to me that some of her lower ribs on her left side were broke.

". .. .. .. .." Is all I can think.

"I get on the phone, and tell the dispatcher to call the hospital and let me know I'm coming in with her. It would be way faster for me to help her than to send an ambulance. I had some towels in my car, and some Marine Corps sweats. I laid the towels out so she wouldn't bleed all over my car, wiped what blood I could off her face, and gave her a sweatshirt to bleed into. So I basically pick this girl up, put her in my backseat, walk out, put two bullets in Bambi's head. And get in my car.

"Why the f--k did you do that!" I yell at her.
"I didn't know it would do that!" she sobbed. "I'm f--ked up. I'm so f--ked up. I think my ribs are broken."
"Yeah, your ribs are broken."
And she moaned the whole way to the hospital.

I felt like telling her, "that's what you get for being a dumb c--t." But I restrained myself.

So we get there to the hospital in about five minutes. And she's just in all kindsa bad shape. The whole side of her face was swelling up and bruised, she had a good sized gash on her head. And the thing that worried me most, was that she was bleeding pretty bad out her...womanly area too. She was a mess.

And the best part, was that I had to make a police report because the one lady at the hospital thought, and convinced the rest of them, THAT I HAD BEAT HER! Nobody believed either of us that a deer had done it. They thought I had told her to say that, and that I had done it.

It was...ridiculous. Crazy. Surreal.

But, everything worked out once I went with the cop, showed him her abandoned car with the lights on, dead Bambi, and where she smacked the ground and whatnot.

I gotta honest. Never in my life...

Sorry... who thought you beat her? Just some lady there at the hospital?

Sorry... who thought you beat her? Just some lady there at the hospital?

One of the charge nurses.

Quite surreal story really, it was worth the read indeed.

What the hell is up with human teeth? You never see, say, Tigers or Cows with crooked teeth. Gazelle don't need braces. Why is our species so messed up in this particular department?

A crow having teeth at all would be pretty notable.

What the hell is up with human teeth? You never see, say, Tigers or Cows with crooked teeth. Gazelle don't need braces. Why is our species so messed up in this particular department?

We get to keep our teeth longer than before (wisdom teeth have been beneficial to help with early-age teeth loss) and don't eat such diet that our teeth have developed for. Plus the size of human jaw has been shrinking in our evolutionary history and teeth evolution has probably not kept up with that.

I had braces for years. Stupid evolution :mad:.

A crow having teeth at all would be pretty notable.

Cow ;)?

Uh, yeah, cow. That's what I meant. A cow having teeth at all would be pretty notable. :shifty:

I rant about people who don't read the post carefully enough before replying. Don't you just hate them? :shifty:

Uh, yeah, cow. That's what I meant. A cow having teeth at all would be pretty notable. :shifty:
Look no further (http://gimmecorn.com/images/cow_800.jpg). Or here (http://www.moomilk.com/faq.htm#Do%20cows%20have%20special%20teeth%20for%2 0eating%20grass).

Those aren't teeth, they're... mints. Yeah. Someone's given that cow too many mints, and it's showing off its fresh breath to the person with the camera. Should've expected that some conspiracy theorist would use this inconclusive photographic 'evidence' to try and prove that cows have teeth. Oh, how the quality of OT has declined, etc.

I warn you, I can and will deny the truth all night if I have to! :gripe:

A crow having teeth at all would be pretty notable.
Anyway, I guess that's QFT. (Already done, I know, but I just wanted to point it out.)

Knighthood is running slower than a yokel on a bad day!

Dumb Girl vs. Bambi

Okay, this is kinda long, and it's kinda vulgar. So I'm gonna put it in spoiler tags. If you have virgin eyes, don't read it. Hopefully the mods will understand that it's necessary for the quality of this story. This assure you, this is WORTH the read.


So last night I was coming home from a late poker game. I started heading out from Rochester a little after 2AM, and it's an hour drive to my house. I was making great time because there was nobody on the roads. The only hitch was a light glaze of ice and snow on the road which kept me from making awesome time, because my car is simply a death trap on wheels with any sort of frozen precipitate between the pavement and my wheels.

I tend to take the backroads home. No cops. No traffic, and it's more direct to my village than taking the main roads. But wouldn't you know it, I caught up to a car going down the backroad I was on, close to my village. It was a Mustang, and it was going slow. Perhaps 40mph tops. There was no way I was going to try and pass though with my crappy tires. So I kept my distance so that if something happened I could swerve out of its path.

Well, we hit a clean spot of road, and the clearly woman driver sped up a bit. Wouldn't you know it, as soon as we got back into the snow, a crap ton of deer decide it's time to cross the road. So she slams on her brakes, but I don't. Instead, I go into the left hand lane and THEN slam on the brakes. I slide past her car and into one of the deer. I hit the deer enough that it slid up the hood, onto the windshield, and the motion of the deer was as such, so that when it began gaining momentum back downwards, when my car fully stopped, the deer went flying off my car onto the pavement hard.

But I'm fine. And the other car didn't hit anything. So everything's great. I get out, and the deer is squaking. First I check over my car. Everything looks okay except for deer hair in the windshield wipers and whatnot. I go over to check up on the other driver, she's stopped in the right hand lane, she's probably only 17 and freaking out, but okay. But her reaction was unreal.

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT!"
"What?"
"WHY THE F--K DID YOU DO THAT!"
"Do what?"
"HIT THE DEER!"
I am beside myself. I really don't know what she's screaming about. "Look," I tell her, "I have crappy snow tires, it was either you or the deer."
She gets out of the car.
"YOU SHOULD HAVE HIT ME!"
"What?"
"You shouldn't have hit the deer! Look at it!"

So... I'm beside myself.

Well, the deer was in rough shape. It had flopped from the middle of the road over towards the shoulder. It clearly had at least on broken leg. And it was no longer flailing, but still blatting. It was probably one of this years fawns, so we'll call it Bambi. It certainly was no 170 pound deer. But it was decent size. I think to myself, "this is a shame..." and pull out my pistol. I point it at Bambi, and behind me she starts screaming at me again.

"What the f--k are you doing!"
"I'm putting the deer down."
"WHY!"
"Because it has a broken leg, it needs to be put down. It's gonna die anyway."
She starts sobbing, "but they can fix it!"
"No, they can't fix it. There's no magic place where they fix hurt deer in car/deer accidents. This deer needs to be put down."
"You're not shooting this deer!"
I look at her stupid, "It's suffering."
"I don't give a f--k! I'll call the cops if you shoot this deer!"
"Call the cops. In fact, call them now."

So I put my pistol away, she gets on her cell phone and calls 911. She gets the local dispatch office and talks for a couple minutes. You knew they told her she was out of her mind. "They told you, you can't shoot it. It's illegal."

I shake my head, pull out my cell phone, and I call 911. The dispatcher was one of my high school friends. I explained the situation and she tells me, "Yeah, I told her to just let you shoot it, and that if she wanted we could send a sherrif out to put it down. All the sherrifs are down in the southern part of the county though, it'll take a half-an-hour to get up to you. Cook (one of the deputies I know real well) says to put the deer down and file a report tomorrow." I smile fiendishly at the girl.

I shake my head at the chick. And she starts bawling her eyes out going hysterical. I pull my pistol out, and she just goes ballistic. All kinds of swearing and whatnot. Then, she starts going towards the deer, crying.

I tell her, "I wouldn't go near that if I were you." She keeps getting closer as if she's gonna comfort the thing. "Don't go near that." Sure as s--t. The deer kicks at her, hits her in the leg out from under her, and the girl just smashes onto the road. I could basically see her wrist snap, and her face smash into the pavement. It was brutally disgusting. She was already basically on top of Bambi, and it just made Bambi freak out more and Bambi just...kicked the s--t out of her. I do what I can to help her get away, but she, for the most part, managed to roll away. I kinda dragged her up against my car.

This chick was just...all kindsa f--ked up. The whole right side of her face raspberried, her nose was bleeding, she was gushing blood from up above her right eye. Her right wrist was just completely broken and she couldn't breath because the deer had kicked her in the chest and stomach. On top of that. The blows to the legs meant she couldn't walk, but I don't think she had anything broken. And I'm just thinking, "you dumb MF'ing b--ch.

This girl was in...very bad shape. And I was two, maybe three miles from the hospital at this point. She's still gasping for air too.

"Where'd he get you?" I ask.
"Me legs, stomach, and chest."
"Did he get you in the head?"
"No..." she sobbed.
"Can you show me where on your stomach and chest he got you?"

She slids her shirt up a bit (I saw no ta-ta's). She had one nasty mark near her pelvis, one in the middle of her gut, and it was pretty clear to me that some of her lower ribs on her left side were broke.

". .. .. .. .." Is all I can think.

"I get on the phone, and tell the dispatcher to call the hospital and let me know I'm coming in with her. It would be way faster for me to help her than to send an ambulance. I had some towels in my car, and some Marine Corps sweats. I laid the towels out so she wouldn't bleed all over my car, wiped what blood I could off her face, and gave her a sweatshirt to bleed into. So I basically pick this girl up, put her in my backseat, walk out, put two bullets in Bambi's head. And get in my car.

"Why the f--k did you do that!" I yell at her.
"I didn't know it would do that!" she sobbed. "I'm f--ked up. I'm so f--ked up. I think my ribs are broken."
"Yeah, your ribs are broken."
And she moaned the whole way to the hospital.

I felt like telling her, "that's what you get for being a dumb c--t." But I restrained myself.

So we get there to the hospital in about five minutes. And she's just in all kindsa bad shape. The whole side of her face was swelling up and bruised, she had a good sized gash on her head. And the thing that worried me most, was that she was bleeding pretty bad out her...womanly area too. She was a mess.

And the best part, was that I had to make a police report because the one lady at the hospital thought, and convinced the rest of them, THAT I HAD BEAT HER! Nobody believed either of us that a deer had done it. They thought I had told her to say that, and that I had done it.

It was...ridiculous. Crazy. Surreal.

But, everything worked out once I went with the cop, showed him her abandoned car with the lights on, dead Bambi, and where she smacked the ground and whatnot.

I gotta honest. Never in my life...



Wow... That's f---ing insane.
I must say I admire your ability to stay calm through all that:tiphat: Kids are generally dumb (Yes including me:p), I'm sorry:(

*sigh* Still have one more test to go.

Dumb Girl vs. Bambi

Okay, this is kinda long, and it's kinda vulgar. So I'm gonna put it in spoiler tags. If you have virgin eyes, don't read it. Hopefully the mods will understand that it's necessary for the quality of this story. This assure you, this is WORTH the read.

Jeez, you'd think someone living near the backwoods of upstate New York would know such things about deer.

I wished I had a Hayabusa, that would be really fun!! :cry::cry:


http://www.polyweb.com/danno/bikes/HayaBusa03/03hayabusa3.jpg

Dumb Girl vs. Bambi

Okay, this is kinda long, and it's kinda vulgar. So I'm gonna put it in spoiler tags. If you have virgin eyes, don't read it. Hopefully the mods will understand that it's necessary for the quality of this story. This assure you, this is WORTH the read.

Wow great story, very entertaining.

I am not surprised people think you beat her, people are really skeptical suspicious nowadays.

Will any bit of this story stay on your police record?

The girl did tell them what happened, right?

Yeah, she told them.

The weird thing is, I worked at the hospital for years. So I knew the ins and outs, but nobody that was on knew me. They were all pretty much new. My mom is the freakin' personel director over there and they still didn't believe me.

I went in to get a wheelchair and asked for someone to help me. We went out, helped her out of the car and got her in the wheelchair. She had bled through her pants which was really disconcerting. We rushed her inside and the first thing they asked what was happened. I told them "she got kicked by a deer," and they didn't take me seriously. They asked her, and she told them what happened, and they thought we were lying and that I coerced her into lying. It's not like there were hoof prints on her. They thought I used bat or something and blungened her.

None of this will be on my record.

:shake:

If you really beat that woman, why would you be trying to help her out at the hospital? Some people just can't put two and two together.

Because if you don't, she'd have you arrested?

Scientology is basicly a ginormous pyramid scandal. why people would follow that kinda bull is beyond me. it's totally a trekkie religion plotting to take over the world.

Because if you don't, she'd have you arrested?

No, it isn't that much. I was thinking along the lines of why show up to the scene of your own crime. But then I just thought that all sorts of abusers probably get medical aid after they've done their damage. So dismiss my odd thoughts in the night.

I know. You can probably get one too. The problem with most guys is that they are shy.


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w00t! It's tomorrow! AAAAAAAAAH THE SUSPENSE!!! :mad:

Well... in essence I kind of do but she's more of a lover than a girlfriend. And she's in New York City while I'm in Seattle.

No, it isn't that much. I was thinking along the lines of why show up to the scene of your own crime. But then I just thought that all sorts of abusers probably get medical aid after they've done their damage. So dismiss my odd thoughts in the night.

Yeah, I think that was it. The seriously thought it was a farce. The village cops were there in a couple minutes. Luckily the cop that showed up was an acquaintance that graduated a year after me that I knew well.

Once I started telling him about it, he chuckled a little bit. And when we went out to the road, he could hardly believe it. I mean, once you SAW the scene, there was no denying it.

Dumb Girl vs. Bambi

Okay, this is kinda long, and it's kinda vulgar. So I'm gonna put it in spoiler tags. If you have virgin eyes, don't read it. Hopefully the mods will understand that it's necessary for the quality of this story. This assure you, this is WORTH the read.


So last night I was coming home from a late poker game. I started heading out from Rochester a little after 2AM, and it's an hour drive to my house. I was making great time because there was nobody on the roads. The only hitch was a light glaze of ice and snow on the road which kept me from making awesome time, because my car is simply a death trap on wheels with any sort of frozen precipitate between the pavement and my wheels.

I tend to take the backroads home. No cops. No traffic, and it's more direct to my village than taking the main roads. But wouldn't you know it, I caught up to a car going down the backroad I was on, close to my village. It was a Mustang, and it was going slow. Perhaps 40mph tops. There was no way I was going to try and pass though with my crappy tires. So I kept my distance so that if something happened I could swerve out of its path.

Well, we hit a clean spot of road, and the clearly woman driver sped up a bit. Wouldn't you know it, as soon as we got back into the snow, a crap ton of deer decide it's time to cross the road. So she slams on her brakes, but I don't. Instead, I go into the left hand lane and THEN slam on the brakes. I slide past her car and into one of the deer. I hit the deer enough that it slid up the hood, onto the windshield, and the motion of the deer was as such, so that when it began gaining momentum back downwards, when my car fully stopped, the deer went flying off my car onto the pavement hard.

But I'm fine. And the other car didn't hit anything. So everything's great. I get out, and the deer is squaking. First I check over my car. Everything looks okay except for deer hair in the windshield wipers and whatnot. I go over to check up on the other driver, she's stopped in the right hand lane, she's probably only 17 and freaking out, but okay. But her reaction was unreal.

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT!"
"What?"
"WHY THE F--K DID YOU DO THAT!"
"Do what?"
"HIT THE DEER!"
I am beside myself. I really don't know what she's screaming about. "Look," I tell her, "I have crappy snow tires, it was either you or the deer."
She gets out of the car.
"YOU SHOULD HAVE HIT ME!"
"What?"
"You shouldn't have hit the deer! Look at it!"

So... I'm beside myself.

Well, the deer was in rough shape. It had flopped from the middle of the road over towards the shoulder. It clearly had at least on broken leg. And it was no longer flailing, but still blatting. It was probably one of this years fawns, so we'll call it Bambi. It certainly was no 170 pound deer. But it was decent size. I think to myself, "this is a shame..." and pull out my pistol. I point it at Bambi, and behind me she starts screaming at me again.

"What the f--k are you doing!"
"I'm putting the deer down."
"WHY!"
"Because it has a broken leg, it needs to be put down. It's gonna die anyway."
She starts sobbing, "but they can fix it!"
"No, they can't fix it. There's no magic place where they fix hurt deer in car/deer accidents. This deer needs to be put down."
"You're not shooting this deer!"
I look at her stupid, "It's suffering."
"I don't give a f--k! I'll call the cops if you shoot this deer!"
"Call the cops. In fact, call them now."

So I put my pistol away, she gets on her cell phone and calls 911. She gets the local dispatch office and talks for a couple minutes. You knew they told her she was out of her mind. "They told you, you can't shoot it. It's illegal."

I shake my head, pull out my cell phone, and I call 911. The dispatcher was one of my high school friends. I explained the situation and she tells me, "Yeah, I told her to just let you shoot it, and that if she wanted we could send a sherrif out to put it down. All the sherrifs are down in the southern part of the county though, it'll take a half-an-hour to get up to you. Cook (one of the deputies I know real well) says to put the deer down and file a report tomorrow." I smile fiendishly at the girl.

I shake my head at the chick. And she starts bawling her eyes out going hysterical. I pull my pistol out, and she just goes ballistic. All kinds of swearing and whatnot. Then, she starts going towards the deer, crying.

I tell her, "I wouldn't go near that if I were you." She keeps getting closer as if she's gonna comfort the thing. "Don't go near that." Sure as s--t. The deer kicks at her, hits her in the leg out from under her, and the girl just smashes onto the road. I could basically see her wrist snap, and her face smash into the pavement. It was brutally disgusting. She was already basically on top of Bambi, and it just made Bambi freak out more and Bambi just...kicked the s--t out of her. I do what I can to help her get away, but she, for the most part, managed to roll away. I kinda dragged her up against my car.

This chick was just...all kindsa f--ked up. The whole right side of her face raspberried, her nose was bleeding, she was gushing blood from up above her right eye. Her right wrist was just completely broken and she couldn't breath because the deer had kicked her in the chest and stomach. On top of that. The blows to the legs meant she couldn't walk, but I don't think she had anything broken. And I'm just thinking, "you dumb MF'ing b--ch.

This girl was in...very bad shape. And I was two, maybe three miles from the hospital at this point. She's still gasping for air too.

"Where'd he get you?" I ask.
"Me legs, stomach, and chest."
"Did he get you in the head?"
"No..." she sobbed.
"Can you show me where on your stomach and chest he got you?"

She slids her shirt up a bit (I saw no ta-ta's). She had one nasty mark near her pelvis, one in the middle of her gut, and it was pretty clear to me that some of her lower ribs on her left side were broke.

". .. .. .. .." Is all I can think.

"I get on the phone, and tell the dispatcher to call the hospital and let me know I'm coming in with her. It would be way faster for me to help her than to send an ambulance. I had some towels in my car, and some Marine Corps sweats. I laid the towels out so she wouldn't bleed all over my car, wiped what blood I could off her face, and gave her a sweatshirt to bleed into. So I basically pick this girl up, put her in my backseat, walk out, put two bullets in Bambi's head. And get in my car.

"Why the f--k did you do that!" I yell at her.
"I didn't know it would do that!" she sobbed. "I'm f--ked up. I'm so f--ked up. I think my ribs are broken."
"Yeah, your ribs are broken."
And she moaned the whole way to the hospital.

I felt like telling her, "that's what you get for being a dumb c--t." But I restrained myself.

So we get there to the hospital in about five minutes. And she's just in all kindsa bad shape. The whole side of her face was swelling up and bruised, she had a good sized gash on her head. And the thing that worried me most, was that she was bleeding pretty bad out her...womanly area too. She was a mess.

And the best part, was that I had to make a police report because the one lady at the hospital thought, and convinced the rest of them, THAT I HAD BEAT HER! Nobody believed either of us that a deer had done it. They thought I had told her to say that, and that I had done it.

It was...ridiculous. Crazy. Surreal.

But, everything worked out once I went with the cop, showed him her abandoned car with the lights on, dead Bambi, and where she smacked the ground and whatnot.

I gotta honest. Never in my life...

Damn good story. But what an idiot.

: @merkingball
just out of curiosty, was the girl hot?
and another question , do you always carry your pistol with you?

:lol::rotfl::lol:

I suspect the nurse has had some bad experiences in her life...

The girl did tell them what happened, right?

Of course she told them the truth, otherwise Merkinball would be in jail immediately. I am pretty sure, right?

Quite scary thought, had she said: "He beat me".
Merkinball would be submerged in trouble.

Yeah, I think that was it. The seriously thought it was a farce. The village cops were there in a couple minutes. Luckily the cop that showed up was an acquaintance that graduated a year after me that I knew well.

Once I started telling him about it, he chuckled a little bit. And when we went out to the road, he could hardly believe it. I mean, once you SAW the scene, there was no denying it.

"the scene", that's why I think I wouldn't have left the "scene" with her. I think I would have waited the cops and an ambulance to arrive at the scene.

Imagine if she had bled internally to death in your car... how would you explain that?
"The deer did it." :lol: :lol:yeah right...

You, Merkinball, would be in jail for at least manslaughter.

Boo partisanship. I'd rant about it, but I already did that in my blog and about fifty threads here. That doesn't change how much it displeases me though.

Hossom: The girl was not hot. She was kind of pretty though. I'd hit it, would never date it. And yes, I typically carry my pistol everywhere. Unless I know I'm gonna be going on school/university property.

Economist, I wouldn't have been in any trouble. I mean, what's the explanation gonna be for the car in the middle of the road with its lights on at 4AM? And a dead dear on the shoulder of the road. Also, there was no way I was gonna wait for the cops or an ambulance. I was outside the village, so no cops could come because of jurisdiction. The sherrifs were in the southern part of the county about 30-40 miles away. And there were no troopers in the county from what I understand. There was also no way I was going to sit there and wait for an ambulance. I live in a small village. We have a volunteer fire department with 3 EMT's right now. If they don't feel like responding, then she's SOL. Then they dispatch the next town, and only then, after that will they dispatch the ambulance at the hospital. I was about...3 miles, maybe 4 tops from the hospital. The best thing for her was to get in my car and take her there myself.

Why does everyone make posters' names in bold?

My previous rant was about how nobody knows what love is anymore.

This time, to compound things, I'm largely friendless. Really. I don't have any good friends. At college. A Small, Liberal Arts everyone-knows-everyone-else school. It's not like I've tried to avoid people, and I'm never rude or anything. Yet for some reason, I just lack that social sense, and its killing me. Litterally. I've probably taken 10 years off my life in the past five from depression due to this crap.

WHY IS IT SO DAMN HOT DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY!

Damn Australian summer...

Actually today isn't that bad, its only 32 degrees Celsius.
This summer has been quite bad for heat actually. 44 degrees on Boxing Day, what a joke. Once it gets above 36 or so, I'm out....retreat to the air-conditioning hehehe.

Also, people who have horrible table manners, I can't stand the sound people make when they eat with their mouth open. Urgh.

Why is it so damn hard to get people in my NES!

New history magazine which arrived in mail today was already used :mad:.

http://forums.civfanatics.com/uploads/103944/k_ytetty_.jpg

I made a complaint, hopefully i will get an Caribbean cruise to overcome this ;).

WHY IS IT SO DAMN HOT DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY!

Damn Australian summer...

Actually today isn't that bad, its only 32 degrees Celsius.
This summer has been quite bad for heat actually. 44 degrees on Boxing Day, what a joke. Once it gets above 36 or so, I'm out....retreat to the air-conditioning hehehe.

Also, people who have horrible table manners, I can't stand the sound people make when they eat with their mouth open. Urgh.

It's FREEZING here. You don't know how lucky you are to live in opposite land.

Magazines that arrived in the mailbox gets completely squished. Stupid mailbox. :mad:

WHY IS IT SO DAMN HOT DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY!

Damn Australian summer...

Actually today isn't that bad, its only 32 degrees Celsius.
This summer has been quite bad for heat actually. 44 degrees on Boxing Day, what a joke. Once it gets above 36 or so, I'm out....retreat to the air-conditioning hehehe.

Also, people who have horrible table manners, I can't stand the sound people make when they eat with their mouth open. Urgh.

We're lucky to get over 10 degrees C in the UK. :(

It snowed like in the outer inferno rings! darnn it!

:mad: It's almost february!:mad:

That has got to be the worst excuse for a month ever. It's like they almost filled the year with pretty decent days, and were left with 28 crappy, dark, wet, cold days, and decided to make a month out of it. And what's worse; 28 days weren't enough this year. Noooo. How about another day of this crappy month? Thank you very much! :rolleyes:

Don't think of it like that. The change of a month doesn't mean everything else has to change.

I've got to stay at work for an extra four hours tonight. The gym also happens to house the campus' security office and the regular 2nd shift officer couldn't make it in due to illness. Nobody else can cover the shift, so I've got to sit here and watch the phone. This after they tried to get me in yesterday to clean the gym floor half an hour before a game! It would have taken me half an hour just to get there, much less the hour and a half or so it would take to clean the floor. :mad:

Don't think of it like that. The change of a month doesn't mean everything else has to change.

Well, you're from England. Every month is miserable there. ;)

Mom is being a pest. She keeps on badgering me about this forum and my (real-life) friends on it and how she says they're talking behind my back. Its so damn annoying! :mad:

Why is it so damn hard to get people in my NES!
Maybe everyone's freaked out by all the random characters you threw into the URL?

Why does everyone complain so much?

Oh yeah, and how can Illinois be so damn cold, then hot, then cold again all winter long. All the snow melts and there are never any snow days because of this.

Why does everyone complain so much?

I'm a New Yawker. It's how we keep the city warm in the winter.

And I'm an angst-ridden post-teen.

It's cold here.

You know who I really hate? The Jews. They came to this country, made lots of money, rose to power and prominence in government, but they still have an insatiable appetite for corruption.

But finally, some good news! (http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2008/01/11/MN19UD1T2.DTL)

You know who I really hate? The Jews. They came to this country, made lots of money, rose to power and prominence in government, but they still have an insatiable appetite for corruption.
But finally, some good news! (http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2008/01/11/MN19UD1T2.DTL)

EDIT: NOW I GET IT!!!!!!! hahahahaha It's a pun on his family name. Hahaha! NOW i get it, hehehe.

My rant:

If there's one thing I hate, it's predjeduce. People automatically assume so many things without the slightest evidence, knowlede, etc. to back it up. It's rediculous! People should not be judged because they appear to fit a stereotype! And I don't mean this racially, this goes all around the table. People automatically assume too much about peole's personathrough. they need to get a grip and thnk things all the way through, get some real evidence before they go off judging people!

Well, you're from England. Every month is miserable there. ;)

We get used to it. :)

EDIT: NOW I GET IT!!!!!!! hahahahaha It's a pun on his family name. Hahaha! NOW i get it, hehehe.

My rant:

If there's one thing I hate, it's predjeduce. People automatically assume so many things without the slightest evidence, knowlede, etc. to back it up. It's rediculous! People should not be judged because they appear to fit a stereotype! And I don't mean this racially, this goes all around the table. People automatically assume too much about peole's personathrough. they need to get a grip and thnk things all the way through, get some real evidence before they go off judging people!

If there's one thing I hate, it's your complete lack of spelling and grammatical knowledge. ;)

just got off the bus. girl playing a 'tune' on a walkman phone. why is it *always* being sung by someone who sounds like

a) a munchkin from wizard of oz
b) one of the chipmunks
c) they have inhaled too much helium

:mad:

My mother is kicking me out. To Lord knows where.

My mother is kicking me out. To Lord knows where.

Anywhere but Detroit! (fingers crossed)

What about Boston? Crazy drivers there, would probably be run over in the airport.

I got sick today. I feel horrible. Always cold. Bowel issues also.

My mother is kicking me out. To Lord knows where.

Move to Florida. Everyone's doing it.

Move to Florida. Everyone's doing it.
But Trajan isn't retired yet! ;)

But Trajan isn't retired yet! ;)

So that's why Giuliani camped out there....

I'm full but I want to eat.

My mother is kicking me out. To Lord knows where.

What? Any news?

my mom keeps buying low fat 50% less calorie healt check . .. .. .. . food because shes psychotic and i am loosing weight rapidly and will die soon. i was perfectly healthy too.

After being sick for one and a half week, I'm back in school. I'm starting to feel bad again... :coffee:

After being sick for one and a half week, I'm back in school. I'm starting to feel bad again... :coffee:

Couple of years back I was sick all over the science department. Beat that. :smug:

Dear Apartment Neighbor, please get your endless parade of butthole guests to shut up at night. Also, stop leaving the basement such a goshdarned wreck.

The new Maytag man sucks. He lacks the warm fuzzy nice guy look and has a creepy voice.

What? Any news?

Well, I won't be coming to Florida, or Boston....

It's quite funny actually. My father doesn't make enough money to support another person in the household. Since I'm only 15 she can't find any other legitimate way to get rid of me, but there's no way she can retract the threat now. So I have to stay, I've seen her hand, and she's walking on eggshells now.

I'll be looking for something anyway, I ain't stayin' here much longer.

I rant that Folding@Home isn't working correctly for me, and is unable to restart from a checkpoint if it is improperly terminated! :mad: (As in computer freezes/crashes). If it continues at this rate, only slightly more than
66.66% of my working time will actually matter!

Amended to cut out the annoying 6666s. Infraction given. Watch it. - KD

Why do people feel they must use a hyperbola of 6's to get their points across?

im jus tryn 2 be funy!

The new Maytag man sucks. He lacks the warm fuzzy nice guy look and has a creepy voice.
Yes! Just like when they replaced the Menards guy (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ray_Szmanda) with that annoying woman.

If there's one thing I hate, it's your complete lack of spelling and grammatical knowledge. ;)

The english language was designed by Lucifer in his spare time, while possibly consorting with the Titans in Erebus. The spelling never works out in the normal rules (meaning the ones that apply 51% of the time), the grammer is off the charts, and my there's a problem with my keyboard that makes it worsee (it goes slow, and I type fast, so I oftemn mispell). The way it comes out is never the way it's intnded, the sentances always need to be rewored becasue of gramatical problems that revent you from writing it write, and the'res a bunch of unpronounced letters and spelling rules that never apply more then once or twice, yet act like they're normal rules! Whoever founded modern English grammer and prose needs to be shot.

:ar15: :run:

Look on the bright side. Despite all the problems you're ahving with the language and hardware, you're still typing in English a damn sight better than about 80% of all other people on the internet.

Thank you!

I'm awesome at getting the very last post on a page.

I rant that that was a rave.

KNOW TEH DIFRENCEZ!

I've got a serious banana fly problem in my kitchen. Also, I have to do a crapton of math homework!

I rant that that was a rave.

KNOW TEH DIFRENCEZ!
I believe he was being sarcastic. ;)

I need to figure out a way to loose weight real fast again! I was able to do it when I moved to Everett to start a new job. I had homesickness for 3 weeks and I had dropped 25 pounds! I only need to induce severe homesickness or worry again so that my exercising and not eating fast food everyday anymore can hold me down there.

Chop off a limb. :)

It's FREEZING here. You don't know how lucky you are to live in opposite land.

Quoted For the ing Truth!

RANT: So on Monday, a blackout hits my area. When it lifts shortly after, everything is fine EXCEPT MY INTERNET!

I call rogers. they say they will send someone the next day at noon. EXPLAIN WHY I JUST GOT INTERNET BACK THIS MORNING AT 10 AM?????

If I didn't know bell was worse i'd switch to them. GAH!

OTHER RANT: We are getting a foot of snow today. Thats right, the canadian is so pissed he is using IMPERIAL MEASUREMENTS! (For the rest of you, thats as much as THIRTY centimeters) GAH!

I met a cute woman on the bus going to college....


Then I find out from her myspace that she might be a scientologist.:rolleyes: :eek:

http://img502.imageshack.us/img502/2948/picardheadeskut5.jpg

Why do all women I meet have some kind of terrible disorder about them? :cry:

I'm really unsure if this is a rant or a rave. It has good and bad parts. The good? It ended good. The bad? The totally unreal and frightening situation.

Read this, it's quite hard to believe, the story, IMHO. :)

So the guy that helped me buy my electric guitar has a band (in which I might actually get in, but I'm 100% sure he doesn't trust my abilities yet, though I'm confident I could convince him easily, the only problem is that they've already got 1 guitar and 1 bass guit, but that is not a problem in itself ;)). Ok I'm getting off the point. And I went to one of their rehearsals, today. They don't have that much time to rehearse right now, so those are pretty rare, with the exams and everything.

And while we were there I went to buy a couple of beers (I'm really serious that they free up your mind a little bit, if taken with measure). So after we finished, we realized that the new vocal guy was really poor (they've just kicked out our old vocals, who was a total idiot and a 1000-face jerk, so they were trying this new one).

So we went, we took a trolleybus to the metro station and we split up, me and the guy that helped me carry my organ (I'm sorry if it sounds like a very bad pun, I really didn't mean it to be so :)), because it's virtually impossible to carry an organ and an electric guitar and a bag with cables, went to the metro (subway) while the others remained in the trolleybus to get home.

Then we realized we were really hungry, so we went to buy something to eat from one of the many fast-foods in a very popular subway passage. And I asked the guardian there where the toilet was, and surprise! There was no toilet anywhere, in that huge passage right in the center of the city. Great, isn't it?

So I went out to find a toilet, while leaving that guy to buy food and watch the instruments. I didn't take my jacket because I went out for just a bit. There was NOTHING anywhere, and a lot of people of the hundreds that were in that square (that place is more active by night than by day, because it's right in the center and near 3 huge universities, so students are everywhere at night) a lot were looking for a toilet.

Most of them were using the street as a toilet, but, of course, I thought that's a really uncivilized thing to do (though there were lots of really drunk people which do it anywhere, I hate to do it). So I kept searching. After about 10 minutes of no luck, I decided I didn't care. I went on a dark street and found some garbage cans, and I saw a drain (those ones through which anyway water from the toilet comes) so I didn't feel guilty at all using it as a toilet, there was nobody around, everything was perfect.

It was really cold outside, I understood after spending very little time without my jacket, so I pulled my hood on my head before finding that place.

Then I saw a random guy approaching. I quickly tried to zip my jeans but I couldn't, I was afraid he would see me. So luckily I received a text message just then. I pretended I was talking on the phone (and I'm really good at faking a conversation, not kidding). I tried to move quietly and walking normally past him, but he blocked my way with his right foot.

He came to me and asked me, with a tone that would make even a horror movie director freak out "what are you doing here?". It was a polite tone, but a... forced polite, can't really describe it. I answered I was talking on the phone, and I didn't want to talk on the phone in the middle of the night right in the front of the garden of a church (which was near, and I was really honest that I respected the church and that's why I moved farther away because I would never urinate so near a church).

He then said "did you know this is private property? How did you get in here?". I said there was nothing to tell a regular pedestrian that it is private property, not even a tiny bit of text, and I had no idea. As for how I entered there, well, it was just a random alley, I told him the truth - I went from in front of the church and got there from a bigger street, there was no gate or door or anything.

Then he told me it he is a guardian (he was dressed as a civilian, BTW), and showed me a surveillance camera at the entrance of the alley. He said "do you see that? that's how I saw you get in here". I said "no, I didn't see it, it is too high to be seen and I thought it was just a random street" (it was at least 12 meters from the ground, on a bloc, but it was in such a position that it couldn't see me at the end of the alley, so he had no way to know what I was really doing there).

I said I am sorry and pulled my hood off, and said I had no idea and I will leave right then. He then asked "what did you came here to steal?". That question perplexed me. I said "me? stealing? I've never stolen anything or planned to do so". He said "then why did you have your hood on, what are you hiding?". In particular, as I said above, it was just COLD, that's why I had it one!! I told him this (as polite and nice as I could).

He asked me for my ID. Of course, I LEFT IT IN THE JACKET IN THE FAST FOOD! In my mind: "oh crap". So I said "I don't have it with me". He said "then would you like me calling the police to fine you for not having it with you at all times?". I just said "no, I wouldn't" (it might sound arrogant in English, but I swear it doesn't in Romanian).

He asked again "what were you doing here?". I answered again that I was just talking on the phone. He then pulled his jacket away a bit... and showed me his gun. Man I've never seen someone dressed as a civilian with a gun before... this was getting awful, like a nightmare or something.

He pulled some keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door, then took me inside. He showed me a chair and said "sit here".

Now here comes the really, really surreal part:

He said "did you hear about that woman that killed herself two days ago jumping from a window at the sixth floor and also killed with her her baby, which she was holding in her arms when she did it?". There was a huge fuss in the news on this a few days before, so I really did hear about that. That's the place where she's done it. In my mind: "oh crap, this is unbelievable". Him again: "and did you know we had a robbery here just 1 week ago?". I was so amazed that my mouth was literally almost open.

He asked me how old I was. I said 16 (the truth, btw). Him: "it would be a pity to start stealing at this age". Me: "I really had no idea of what happened here. I'm really sorry, but I've never stolen anything in my life". I gave him the address of a news site with some random article about one of my concerts, to show him I was not a random guy walking on the streets with no target.

I told him I was in a band (technically I wasn't yet, but I knew them all for years, brought them 2 of the instruments, played with them so many times as a joke, so it wasn't exactly a lie) and I was just going to meet my friend who was going to come from the metro with two instruments (in my mind I've already built a story that can't be disproven and with that also assured that I have a way to bring that guy here too if I needed him to prove what I said - spontaneity is one of the few things I can definitely say I always have, no matter what the situation).

He then held me there for a few more minutes asking all kinds of questions, when my cell rang. It was my father. He knew perfectly where I was, but I really, really didn't want to get him into this. I talked to him as if I was talking with a friend, and neither him nor the guardian had any problem with that conversation. I really didn't want the guardian to talk to him and maybe find some inconcordance between what I say and what he said (though almost all of what I said was true, just presented slightly different), I also knew he had a very busy day and it would have been HORRIBLE to have him forced to come there to pick me up.

After that, the guardian asked me some more questions, and finally he told me to stand up and make the surveillance camera "take a good look at me, so they can identify me if needed". I looked at the camera, got close to it and faced it directly.

He took me out of that building, locked it with his keys and got me out of the alley. Then he said "go, but be very careful where you walk next time". "I still don't know if you have nothing to do with the suicide, with the robbery or with the garbage thrown away here in this street, but I will find out if needed!!".

Then some random colleague of him arrived with his car, and they said hello and started talking. So I mimed a thank you (with my hands and head, I didn't want to interrupt him) and left walking slowly and carefully, thinking of what just happened.

Then I had the inspiration to look at my phone to see what the time is. The time? 22:49. And then the situation hit me again. THE LAST METRO WAS LEAVING IN 4 MINUTES AND I HAD NO MONEY FOR A TAXI, AND NEITHER DID MY FRIEND! We just used our last money to buy food!! Needless to say, Bucharest has 22 km in diameter and I was at least 11 km away from where I live.

So as soon as I got off the sight of those people I started running. I ran in desperation, through the freezing cold night, as fast as the irregularities of the asphalt allowed me to. I arrived at the passage, I grabbed my food with one hand, used the power of mental stress on the other hand to grab the 12 kg organ with it, and told that guy "no time to lose, let's catch the last metro!!". He grabbed my guitar, ran with me, and we saw the train arriving at the station while we were still a good distance away from it.

We ran, and it closed the door right in front of our noses. We couldn't believe it. Then just when we thought we lost it, it opened the doors again for us, and the train conductor came to us and told us "no worries, get in the train, we normally don't stop for passengers but I love music and I didn't want to let you guys outside" (we had huge instruments with us, don't forget).

We got in, and we managed to catch the last bus too. Really, it was already well over the time when public transportation stops in Bucharest (it was like half an hour after 11 PM), so it was amazing.

So I said bye to that guy, went upstairs, got home and my father asked me, seeing I was struggling to get those huge things inside, "is everything all right?". So I answered "yes, father, everything is all right", went in the room and closed the door behind me.

I swear I did not add ANYTHING to add dramatic value. It happened only a bit over an hour ago, so everything is completely fresh in my mind. I really did not exaggerate one bit. Don't care if it is too much for some people to believe.

I'm really unsure if this is a rant or a rave. It has good and bad parts. The good? It ended good. The bad? The totally unreal and frightening situation.

Read this, it's quite hard to believe, the story, IMHO. :)

So the guy that helped me buy my electric guitar has a band (in which I might actually get in, but I'm 100% sure he doesn't trust my abilities yet, though I'm confident I could convince him easily, the only problem is that they've already got 1 guitar and 1 bass guit, but that is not a problem in itself ;)). Ok I'm getting off the point. And I went to one of their rehearsals, today. They don't have that much time to rehearse right now, so those are pretty rare, with the exams and everything.

And while we were there I went to buy a couple of beers (I'm really serious that they free up your mind a little bit, if taken with measure). So after we finished, we realized that the new vocal guy was really poor (they've just kicked out our old vocals, who was a total idiot and a 1000-face jerk, so they were trying this new one).

So we went, we took a trolleybus to the metro station and we split up, me and the guy that helped me carry my organ (I'm sorry if it sounds like a very bad pun, I really didn't mean it to be so :)), because it's virtually impossible to carry an organ and an electric guitar and a bag with cables, went to the metro (subway) while the others remained in the trolleybus to get home.

Then we realized we were really hungry, so we went to buy something to eat from one of the many fast-foods in a very popular subway passage. And I asked the guardian there where the toilet was, and surprise! There was no toilet anywhere, in that huge passage right in the center of the city. Great, isn't it?

So I went out to find a toilet, while leaving that guy to buy food and watch the instruments. I didn't take my jacket because I went out for just a bit. There was NOTHING anywhere, and a lot of people of the hundreds that were in that square (that place is more active by night than by day, because it's right in the center and near 3 huge universities, so students are everywhere at night) a lot were looking for a toilet.

Most of them were using the street as a toilet, but, of course, I thought that's a really uncivilized thing to do (though there were lots of really drunk people which do it anywhere, I hate to do it). So I kept searching. After about 10 minutes of no luck, I decided I didn't care. I went on a dark street and found some garbage cans, and I saw a drain (those ones through which anyway water from the toilet comes) so I didn't feel guilty at all using it as a toilet, there was nobody around, everything was perfect.

It was really cold outside, I understood after spending very little time without my jacket, so I pulled my hood on my head before finding that place.

Then I saw a random guy approaching. I quickly tried to zip my jeans but I couldn't, I was afraid he would see me. So luckily I received a text message just then. I pretended I was talking on the phone (and I'm really good at faking a conversation, not kidding). I tried to move quietly and walking normally past him, but he blocked my way with his right foot.

He came to me and asked me, with a tone that would make even a horror movie director freak out "what are you doing here?". It was a polite tone, but a... forced polite, can't really describe it. I answered I was talking on the phone, and I didn't want to talk on the phone in the middle of the night right in the front of the garden of a church (which was near, and I was really honest that I respected the church and that's why I moved farther away because I would never urinate so near a church).

He then said "did you know this is private property? How did you get in here?". I said there was nothing to tell a regular pedestrian that it is private property, not even a tiny bit of text, and I had no idea. As for how I entered there, well, it was just a random alley, I told him the truth - I went from in front of the church and got there from a bigger street, there was no gate or door or anything.

Then he told me it he is a guardian (he was dressed as a civilian, BTW), and showed me a surveillance camera at the entrance of the alley. He said "do you see that? that's how I saw you get in here". I said "no, I didn't see it, it is too high to be seen and I thought it was just a random street" (it was at least 12 meters from the ground, on a bloc, but it was in such a position that it couldn't see me at the end of the alley, so he had no way to know what I was really doing there).

I said I am sorry and pulled my hood off, and said I had no idea and I will leave right then. He then asked "what did you came here to steal?". That question perplexed me. I said "me? stealing? I've never stolen anything or planned to do so". He said "then why did you have your hood on, what are you hiding?". In particular, as I said above, it was just COLD, that's why I had it one!! I told him this (as polite and nice as I could).

He asked me for my ID. Of course, I LEFT IT IN THE JACKET IN THE FAST FOOD! In my mind: "oh crap". So I said "I don't have it with me". He said "then would you like me calling the police to fine you for not having it with you at all times?". I just said "no, I wouldn't" (it might sound arrogant in English, but I swear it doesn't in Romanian).

He asked again "what were you doing here?". I answered again that I was just talking on the phone. He then pulled his jacket away a bit... and showed me his gun. Man I've never seen someone dressed as a civilian with a gun before... this was getting awful, like a nightmare or something.

He pulled some keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door, then took me inside. He showed me a chair and said "sit here".

Now here comes the really, really surreal part:

He said "did you hear about that woman that killed herself two days ago jumping from a window at the sixth floor and also killed with her her baby, which she was holding in her arms when she did it?". There was a huge fuss in the news on this a few days before, so I really did hear about that. That's the place where she's done it. In my mind: "oh crap, this is unbelievable". Him again: "and did you know we had a robbery here just 1 week ago?". I was so amazed that my mouth was literally almost open.

He asked me how old I was. I said 16 (the truth, btw). Him: "it would be a pity to start stealing at this age". Me: "I really had no idea of what happened here. I'm really sorry, but I've never stolen anything in my life". I gave him the address of a news site with some random article about one of my concerts, to show him I was not a random guy walking on the streets with no target.

I told him I was in a band (technically I wasn't yet, but I knew them all for years, brought them 2 of the instruments, played with them so many times as a joke, so it wasn't exactly a lie) and I was just going to meet my friend who was going to come from the metro with two instruments (in my mind I've already built a story that can't be disproven and with that also assured that I have a way to bring that guy here too if I needed him to prove what I said - spontaneity is one of the few things I can definitely say I always have, no matter what the situation).

He then held me there for a few more minutes asking all kinds of questions, when my cell rang. It was my father. He knew perfectly where I was, but I really, really didn't want to get him into this. I talked to him as if I was talking with a friend, and neither him nor the guardian had any problem with that conversation. I really didn't want the guardian to talk to him and maybe find some inconcordance between what I say and what he said (though almost all of what I said was true, just presented slightly different), I also knew he had a very busy day and it would have been HORRIBLE to have him forced to come there to pick me up.

After that, the guardian asked me some more questions, and finally he told me to stand up and make the surveillance camera "take a good look at me, so they can identify me if needed". I looked at the camera, got close to it and faced it directly.

He took me out of that building, locked it with his keys and got me out of the alley. Then he said "go, but be very careful where you walk next time". "I still don't know if you have nothing to do with the suicide, with the robbery or with the garbage thrown away here in this street, but I will find out if needed!!".

Then some random colleague of him arrived with his car, and they said hello and started talking. So I mimed a thank you (with my hands and head, I didn't want to interrupt him) and left walking slowly and carefully, thinking of what just happened.

Then I had the inspiration to look at my phone to see what the time is. The time? 22:49. And then the situation hit me again. THE LAST METRO WAS LEAVING IN 4 MINUTES AND I HAD NO MONEY FOR A TAXI, AND NEITHER DID MY FRIEND! We just used our last money to buy food!! Needless to say, Bucharest has 22 km in diameter and I was at least 11 km away from where I live.

So as soon as I got off the sight of those people I started running. I ran in desperation, through the freezing cold night, as fast as the irregularities of the asphalt allowed me to. I arrived at the passage, I grabbed my food with one hand, used the power of mental stress on the other hand to grab the 12 kg organ with it, and told that guy "no time to lose, let's catch the last metro!!". He grabbed my guitar, ran with me, and we saw the train arriving at the station while we were still a good distance away from it.

We ran, and it closed the door right in front of our noses. We couldn't believe it. Then just when we thought we lost it, it opened the doors again for us, and the train conductor came to us and told us "no worries, get in the train, we normally don't stop for passengers but I love music and I didn't want to let you guys outside" (we had huge instruments with us, don't forget).

We got in, and we managed to catch the last bus too. Really, it was already well over the time when public transportation stops in Bucharest (it was like half an hour after 11 PM), so it was amazing.

So I said bye to that guy, went upstairs, got home and my father asked me, seeing I was struggling to get those huge things inside, "is everything all right?". So I answered "yes, father, everything is all right", went in the room and closed the door behind me.

I swear I did not add ANYTHING to add dramatic value. It happened only a bit over an hour ago, so everything is completely fresh in my mind. I really did not exaggerate one bit. Don't care if it is too much for some people to believe.
I wouldn't consider it a rant if it had a happy ending! :)

Wow Mirc... That's a cool story, scary but if it ended well it's good I guess... So in Romania you have to keep your ID card with you all the time? That's kinda' scary too... I din't even have a photo ID till I got my drivers license...

Wow Mirc... That's a cool story, scary but if it ended well it's good I guess... So in Romania you have to keep your ID card with you all the time? That's kinda' scary too... I din't even have a photo ID till I got my drivers license...

TBH I knew it is just "recommended". I've never heard of fines for this before, but it's just what the guy told me. :)

I'm really unsure if this is a rant or a rave. It has good and bad parts. The good? It ended good. The bad? The totally unreal and frightening situation.

Read this, it's quite hard to believe, the story, IMHO. :)

So the guy that helped me buy my electric guitar has a band (in which I might actually get in, but I'm 100% sure he doesn't trust my abilities yet, though I'm confident I could convince him easily, the only problem is that they've already got 1 guitar and 1 bass guit, but that is not a problem in itself ;)). Ok I'm getting off the point. And I went to one of their rehearsals, today. They don't have that much time to rehearse right now, so those are pretty rare, with the exams and everything.

And while we were there I went to buy a couple of beers (I'm really serious that they free up your mind a little bit, if taken with measure). So after we finished, we realized that the new vocal guy was really poor (they've just kicked out our old vocals, who was a total idiot and a 1000-face jerk, so they were trying this new one).

So we went, we took a trolleybus to the metro station and we split up, me and the guy that helped me carry my organ (I'm sorry if it sounds like a very bad pun, I really didn't mean it to be so :)), because it's virtually impossible to carry an organ and an electric guitar and a bag with cables, went to the metro (subway) while the others remained in the trolleybus to get home.

Then we realized we were really hungry, so we went to buy something to eat from one of the many fast-foods in a very popular subway passage. And I asked the guardian there where the toilet was, and surprise! There was no toilet anywhere, in that huge passage right in the center of the city. Great, isn't it?

So I went out to find a toilet, while leaving that guy to buy food and watch the instruments. I didn't take my jacket because I went out for just a bit. There was NOTHING anywhere, and a lot of people of the hundreds that were in that square (that place is more active by night than by day, because it's right in the center and near 3 huge universities, so students are everywhere at night) a lot were looking for a toilet.

Most of them were using the street as a toilet, but, of course, I thought that's a really uncivilized thing to do (though there were lots of really drunk people which do it anywhere, I hate to do it). So I kept searching. After about 10 minutes of no luck, I decided I didn't care. I went on a dark street and found some garbage cans, and I saw a drain (those ones through which anyway water from the toilet comes) so I didn't feel guilty at all using it as a toilet, there was nobody around, everything was perfect.

It was really cold outside, I understood after spending very little time without my jacket, so I pulled my hood on my head before finding that place.

Then I saw a random guy approaching. I quickly tried to zip my jeans but I couldn't, I was afraid he would see me. So luckily I received a text message just then. I pretended I was talking on the phone (and I'm really good at faking a conversation, not kidding). I tried to move quietly and walking normally past him, but he blocked my way with his right foot.

He came to me and asked me, with a tone that would make even a horror movie director freak out "what are you doing here?". It was a polite tone, but a... forced polite, can't really describe it. I answered I was talking on the phone, and I didn't want to talk on the phone in the middle of the night right in the front of the garden of a church (which was near, and I was really honest that I respected the church and that's why I moved farther away because I would never urinate so near a church).

He then said "did you know this is private property? How did you get in here?". I said there was nothing to tell a regular pedestrian that it is private property, not even a tiny bit of text, and I had no idea. As for how I entered there, well, it was just a random alley, I told him the truth - I went from in front of the church and got there from a bigger street, there was no gate or door or anything.

Then he told me it he is a guardian (he was dressed as a civilian, BTW), and showed me a surveillance camera at the entrance of the alley. He said "do you see that? that's how I saw you get in here". I said "no, I didn't see it, it is too high to be seen and I thought it was just a random street" (it was at least 12 meters from the ground, on a bloc, but it was in such a position that it couldn't see me at the end of the alley, so he had no way to know what I was really doing there).

I said I am sorry and pulled my hood off, and said I had no idea and I will leave right then. He then asked "what did you came here to steal?". That question perplexed me. I said "me? stealing? I've never stolen anything or planned to do so". He said "then why did you have your hood on, what are you hiding?". In particular, as I said above, it was just COLD, that's why I had it one!! I told him this (as polite and nice as I could).

He asked me for my ID. Of course, I LEFT IT IN THE JACKET IN THE FAST FOOD! In my mind: "oh crap". So I said "I don't have it with me". He said "then would you like me calling the police to fine you for not having it with you at all times?". I just said "no, I wouldn't" (it might sound arrogant in English, but I swear it doesn't in Romanian).

He asked again "what were you doing here?". I answered again that I was just talking on the phone. He then pulled his jacket away a bit... and showed me his gun. Man I've never seen someone dressed as a civilian with a gun before... this was getting awful, like a nightmare or something.

He pulled some keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door, then took me inside. He showed me a chair and said "sit here".

Now here comes the really, really surreal part:

He said "did you hear about that woman that killed herself two days ago jumping from a window at the sixth floor and also killed with her her baby, which she was holding in her arms when she did it?". There was a huge fuss in the news on this a few days before, so I really did hear about that. That's the place where she's done it. In my mind: "oh crap, this is unbelievable". Him again: "and did you know we had a robbery here just 1 week ago?". I was so amazed that my mouth was literally almost open.

He asked me how old I was. I said 16 (the truth, btw). Him: "it would be a pity to start stealing at this age". Me: "I really had no idea of what happened here. I'm really sorry, but I've never stolen anything in my life". I gave him the address of a news site with some random article about one of my concerts, to show him I was not a random guy walking on the streets with no target.

I told him I was in a band (technically I wasn't yet, but I knew them all for years, brought them 2 of the instruments, played with them so many times as a joke, so it wasn't exactly a lie) and I was just going to meet my friend who was going to come from the metro with two instruments (in my mind I've already built a story that can't be disproven and with that also assured that I have a way to bring that guy here too if I needed him to prove what I said - spontaneity is one of the few things I can definitely say I always have, no matter what the situation).

He then held me there for a few more minutes asking all kinds of questions, when my cell rang. It was my father. He knew perfectly where I was, but I really, really didn't want to get him into this. I talked to him as if I was talking with a friend, and neither him nor the guardian had any problem with that conversation. I really didn't want the guardian to talk to him and maybe find some inconcordance between what I say and what he said (though almost all of what I said was true, just presented slightly different), I also knew he had a very busy day and it would have been HORRIBLE to have him forced to come there to pick me up.

After that, the guardian asked me some more questions, and finally he told me to stand up and make the surveillance camera "take a good look at me, so they can identify me if needed". I looked at the camera, got close to it and faced it directly.

He took me out of that building, locked it with his keys and got me out of the alley. Then he said "go, but be very careful where you walk next time". "I still don't know if you have nothing to do with the suicide, with the robbery or with the garbage thrown away here in this street, but I will find out if needed!!".

Then some random colleague of him arrived with his car, and they said hello and started talking. So I mimed a thank you (with my hands and head, I didn't want to interrupt him) and left walking slowly and carefully, thinking of what just happened.

Then I had the inspiration to look at my phone to see what the time is. The time? 22:49. And then the situation hit me again. THE LAST METRO WAS LEAVING IN 4 MINUTES AND I HAD NO MONEY FOR A TAXI, AND NEITHER DID MY FRIEND! We just used our last money to buy food!! Needless to say, Bucharest has 22 km in diameter and I was at least 11 km away from where I live.

So as soon as I got off the sight of those people I started running. I ran in desperation, through the freezing cold night, as fast as the irregularities of the asphalt allowed me to. I arrived at the passage, I grabbed my food with one hand, used the power of mental stress on the other hand to grab the 12 kg organ with it, and told that guy "no time to lose, let's catch the last metro!!". He grabbed my guitar, ran with me, and we saw the train arriving at the station while we were still a good distance away from it.

We ran, and it closed the door right in front of our noses. We couldn't believe it. Then just when we thought we lost it, it opened the doors again for us, and the train conductor came to us and told us "no worries, get in the train, we normally don't stop for passengers but I love music and I didn't want to let you guys outside" (we had huge instruments with us, don't forget).

We got in, and we managed to catch the last bus too. Really, it was already well over the time when public transportation stops in Bucharest (it was like half an hour after 11 PM), so it was amazing.

So I said bye to that guy, went upstairs, got home and my father asked me, seeing I was struggling to get those huge things inside, "is everything all right?". So I answered "yes, father, everything is all right", went in the room and closed the door behind me.

I swear I did not add ANYTHING to add dramatic value. It happened only a bit over an hour ago, so everything is completely fresh in my mind. I really did not exaggerate one bit. Don't care if it is too much for some people to believe.

Why doesn't anything that cool happen to me? :gripe:

Why doesn't anything that cool happen to me? :gripe:

when its happening to you, it wont be cool;)

as for my rant, last night i woke up in the middle of the night with a nose bleed and i do not know why, ive also been getting a lot of nose bleeds recently. what wrong with me?

when its happening to you, it wont be cool;)


It sounds way cooler than trudging through a thick layer of snow while more snow is falling on top of you. :mad:

@Mirc: Wow. Is Romania that crazy? I mean the deer, now this. What next? You save the president from an assassination? :crazyeye:

@Mirc: Wow. Is Romania that crazy? I mean the deer, now this. What next? You save the president from an assassination? :crazyeye:

Mirc's story reminds me of true New York living!

Anyway, I felt sorry for the Dunkin' Donuts worker that was utterly chewed out by her supervisor for the unthinkable crime of mistaking my "egg & cheese" order with "cream cheese."

Jesus, mistakes happen. I probably wasn't too clear with my enunciation, anyway, given that I had essentially been awake for about 38 hours at the time.

The Yankee: True that. I sympathize with a fellow New Yorker.

At a Barnes and Noble at Forest Hills, I saw this (black, if it matters) mother repeatedly telling her whining child to shut up and proceeded to slap him.

The crux?

A. She was louder than her child.
B. The child cried louder with each slap.

Luckily, I just went behind several shelves to avoid seeing the child abuse.

I saw this (black, if it matters) mother repeatedly telling her whining child to shut up and proceeded to slap him.


For some reason I find most people of Afrcan descent to be quite loud and are more rude than other people. This is from my observations, and don't even bother calling me racist for stating the truth. One mother I saw on the subway was even swearing at her child for crying.

I'm annoyed i am hungry but can't be arsed to cook.

I'm really unsure if this is a rant or a rave. It has good and bad parts. The good? It ended good. The bad? The totally unreal and frightening situation.

Read this, it's quite hard to believe, the story, IMHO. :)

So the guy that helped me buy my electric guitar has a band (in which I might actually get in, but I'm 100% sure he doesn't trust my abilities yet, though I'm confident I could convince him easily, the only problem is that they've already got 1 guitar and 1 bass guit, but that is not a problem in itself ;)). Ok I'm getting off the point. And I went to one of their rehearsals, today. They don't have that much time to rehearse right now, so those are pretty rare, with the exams and everything.

And while we were there I went to buy a couple of beers (I'm really serious that they free up your mind a little bit, if taken with measure). So after we finished, we realized that the new vocal guy was really poor (they've just kicked out our old vocals, who was a total idiot and a 1000-face jerk, so they were trying this new one).

So we went, we took a trolleybus to the metro station and we split up, me and the guy that helped me carry my organ (I'm sorry if it sounds like a very bad pun, I really didn't mean it to be so :)), because it's virtually impossible to carry an organ and an electric guitar and a bag with cables, went to the metro (subway) while the others remained in the trolleybus to get home.

Then we realized we were really hungry, so we went to buy something to eat from one of the many fast-foods in a very popular subway passage. And I asked the guardian there where the toilet was, and surprise! There was no toilet anywhere, in that huge passage right in the center of the city. Great, isn't it?

So I went out to find a toilet, while leaving that guy to buy food and watch the instruments. I didn't take my jacket because I went out for just a bit. There was NOTHING anywhere, and a lot of people of the hundreds that were in that square (that place is more active by night than by day, because it's right in the center and near 3 huge universities, so students are everywhere at night) a lot were looking for a toilet.

Most of them were using the street as a toilet, but, of course, I thought that's a really uncivilized thing to do (though there were lots of really drunk people which do it anywhere, I hate to do it). So I kept searching. After about 10 minutes of no luck, I decided I didn't care. I went on a dark street and found some garbage cans, and I saw a drain (those ones through which anyway water from the toilet comes) so I didn't feel guilty at all using it as a toilet, there was nobody around, everything was perfect.

It was really cold outside, I understood after spending very little time without my jacket, so I pulled my hood on my head before finding that place.

Then I saw a random guy approaching. I quickly tried to zip my jeans but I couldn't, I was afraid he would see me. So luckily I received a text message just then. I pretended I was talking on the phone (and I'm really good at faking a conversation, not kidding). I tried to move quietly and walking normally past him, but he blocked my way with his right foot.

He came to me and asked me, with a tone that would make even a horror movie director freak out "what are you doing here?". It was a polite tone, but a... forced polite, can't really describe it. I answered I was talking on the phone, and I didn't want to talk on the phone in the middle of the night right in the front of the garden of a church (which was near, and I was really honest that I respected the church and that's why I moved farther away because I would never urinate so near a church).

He then said "did you know this is private property? How did you get in here?". I said there was nothing to tell a regular pedestrian that it is private property, not even a tiny bit of text, and I had no idea. As for how I entered there, well, it was just a random alley, I told him the truth - I went from in front of the church and got there from a bigger street, there was no gate or door or anything.

Then he told me it he is a guardian (he was dressed as a civilian, BTW), and showed me a surveillance camera at the entrance of the alley. He said "do you see that? that's how I saw you get in here". I said "no, I didn't see it, it is too high to be seen and I thought it was just a random street" (it was at least 12 meters from the ground, on a bloc, but it was in such a position that it couldn't see me at the end of the alley, so he had no way to know what I was really doing there).

I said I am sorry and pulled my hood off, and said I had no idea and I will leave right then. He then asked "what did you came here to steal?". That question perplexed me. I said "me? stealing? I've never stolen anything or planned to do so". He said "then why did you have your hood on, what are you hiding?". In particular, as I said above, it was just COLD, that's why I had it one!! I told him this (as polite and nice as I could).

He asked me for my ID. Of course, I LEFT IT IN THE JACKET IN THE FAST FOOD! In my mind: "oh crap". So I said "I don't have it with me". He said "then would you like me calling the police to fine you for not having it with you at all times?". I just said "no, I wouldn't" (it might sound arrogant in English, but I swear it doesn't in Romanian).

He asked again "what were you doing here?". I answered again that I was just talking on the phone. He then pulled his jacket away a bit... and showed me his gun. Man I've never seen someone dressed as a civilian with a gun before... this was getting awful, like a nightmare or something.

He pulled some keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door, then took me inside. He showed me a chair and said "sit here".

Now here comes the really, really surreal part:

He said "did you hear about that woman that killed herself two days ago jumping from a window at the sixth floor and also killed with her her baby, which she was holding in her arms when she did it?". There was a huge fuss in the news on this a few days before, so I really did hear about that. That's the place where she's done it. In my mind: "oh crap, this is unbelievable". Him again: "and did you know we had a robbery here just 1 week ago?". I was so amazed that my mouth was literally almost open.

He asked me how old I was. I said 16 (the truth, btw). Him: "it would be a pity to start stealing at this age". Me: "I really had no idea of what happened here. I'm really sorry, but I've never stolen anything in my life". I gave him the address of a news site with some random article about one of my concerts, to show him I was not a random guy walking on the streets with no target.

I told him I was in a band (technically I wasn't yet, but I knew them all for years, brought them 2 of the instruments, played with them so many times as a joke, so it wasn't exactly a lie) and I was just going to meet my friend who was going to come from the metro with two instruments (in my mind I've already built a story that can't be disproven and with that also assured that I have a way to bring that guy here too if I needed him to prove what I said - spontaneity is one of the few things I can definitely say I always have, no matter what the situation).

He then held me there for a few more minutes asking all kinds of questions, when my cell rang. It was my father. He knew perfectly where I was, but I really, really didn't want to get him into this. I talked to him as if I was talking with a friend, and neither him nor the guardian had any problem with that conversation. I really didn't want the guardian to talk to him and maybe find some inconcordance between what I say and what he said (though almost all of what I said was true, just presented slightly different), I also knew he had a very busy day and it would have been HORRIBLE to have him forced to come there to pick me up.

After that, the guardian asked me some more questions, and finally he told me to stand up and make the surveillance camera "take a good look at me, so they can identify me if needed". I looked at the camera, got close to it and faced it directly.

He took me out of that building, locked it with his keys and got me out of the alley. Then he said "go, but be very careful where you walk next time". "I still don't know if you have nothing to do with the suicide, with the robbery or with the garbage thrown away here in this street, but I will find out if needed!!".

Then some random colleague of him arrived with his car, and they said hello and started talking. So I mimed a thank you (with my hands and head, I didn't want to interrupt him) and left walking slowly and carefully, thinking of what just happened.

Then I had the inspiration to look at my phone to see what the time is. The time? 22:49. And then the situation hit me again. THE LAST METRO WAS LEAVING IN 4 MINUTES AND I HAD NO MONEY FOR A TAXI, AND NEITHER DID MY FRIEND! We just used our last money to buy food!! Needless to say, Bucharest has 22 km in diameter and I was at least 11 km away from where I live.

So as soon as I got off the sight of those people I started running. I ran in desperation, through the freezing cold night, as fast as the irregularities of the asphalt allowed me to. I arrived at the passage, I grabbed my food with one hand, used the power of mental stress on the other hand to grab the 12 kg organ with it, and told that guy "no time to lose, let's catch the last metro!!". He grabbed my guitar, ran with me, and we saw the train arriving at the station while we were still a good distance away from it.

We ran, and it closed the door right in front of our noses. We couldn't believe it. Then just when we thought we lost it, it opened the doors again for us, and the train conductor came to us and told us "no worries, get in the train, we normally don't stop for passengers but I love music and I didn't want to let you guys outside" (we had huge instruments with us, don't forget).

We got in, and we managed to catch the last bus too. Really, it was already well over the time when public transportation stops in Bucharest (it was like half an hour after 11 PM), so it was amazing.

So I said bye to that guy, went upstairs, got home and my father asked me, seeing I was struggling to get those huge things inside, "is everything all right?". So I answered "yes, father, everything is all right", went in the room and closed the door behind me.

I swear I did not add ANYTHING to add dramatic value. It happened only a bit over an hour ago, so everything is completely fresh in my mind. I really did not exaggerate one bit. Don't care if it is too much for some people to believe.

That's pretty crazy

Grammer Natzis ;)

For some reason I find most people of Afrcan descent to be quite loud and are more rude than other people. This is from my observations, and don't even bother calling me racist for stating the truth. One mother I saw on the subway was even swearing at her child for crying.

I also find this to be true at least some of the time.


They also have the compulsion to use the speakerphone/walkietalkie function in their phones and blare whatever music they are playing (soldier boy is popular now). Then again it's not just them but anyone who seems hip to the urban culture.

To be cool in an urban setting apparently is to be loud and obnoxious.

IF My MOTHER WATCHES ANOTHER KoREAN DRAMA I WILL KILL HER!!!

I'm getting a cold. :(

Grammer Natzis ;)


QFT


(just sayin qft is to short, so this is hear)

I rant that I don't know how to post a paint file.:mad:

@Mirc: Wow. Is Romania that crazy? I mean the deer, now this. What next? You save the president from an assassination? :crazyeye:

The deer happened in the US, you know, Merkinball posted that. :p

http://www.rpfrukt.se/register/gront_16.jpg
Does anyone in the world know what these are? They only exist in Sweden? Arrgh!

cucumbers... pretty common salad or porn prop..

They are weird looking cucumbers... They are usually a bit bigger and fatter.

I rant that I cannot decipher ImageShack to save my life.[pissed]

http://www.rpfrukt.se/register/gront_16.jpg
Does anyone in the world know what these are? They only exist in Sweden? Arrgh!

English cucumbers

http://z.about.com/d/homecooking/1/0/l/F/englishcuke.jpg

I think my exercise bike is working! I figure 15 minutes a day on the weekdays and 30 minutes a day on the weekend plus not stuffing my face with junk food should get me down for when I see my ex again.

This is a rant Leonel.

I angered my best friend

National Test in Swedish tomorrow! Holy crap! :hide:

Is Youtube down for anyone else?

I have the flu. Went through several barrages of puking last night, each with a few salvos of varying strength.
Yeah. Excuse any comments I make out of delirium.

End the war, export the illegal immigrants, lower my taxes. In no particular order, obama, hilliary, mccain, huckabee, romney, gulliani, et al are full of s***. thanks for the chance to vent. :)

I weep for America's future

Its super tuesday, so CANADIAN news is covered with american politics...:rolleyes:

EDIT: google news, top stories ON DEFAULT WITH TOP STORIES LENGTHENED. NO SEARCH HISTORY OR ANYTHING.

1Alberta Premier Ed Stelmach calls election is the first news article.
2US voters set for Super Tuesday
3Will Super Tuesday bring super surprises?
4Dozens die as Chad rebels are pushed back from capital
5Limbaugh on McCain: It's Better to Be Right All the Time
6Super Bowl draws record 97.5 million viewers
7Clinton and Obama neck and neck
8Super Tuesday: States to watch
9Nail-biter for Clinton, Obama
10Super Tuesday showdown

The course of my Gap Year hangs in the balance tomorrow- either I'm going to head out to America in the Summer :) , or I'm going to be stuck in a dingy "dungeon" filing for the council until the end of September. :(

:mad: :mad: Be warned, if the latter occurs, I'll REALLY have something to rant about...:mad: :mad:

I hate a lot of people, how they can pretend they're so happy, when it's so obviously put on. I'm the only genuine person.

I hate feeling trapped in this life, I just want to skip two years and wake up at university, away from all these fake people, and at least with new people.

I hate knowing the one person that can help you is busy.

(Y)

I hate a lot of people, how they can pretend they're so happy, when it's so obviously put on. I'm the only genuine person.


Think about that, would you hang out with someone who moped around all day? I'm about as open as they come and I know I sure as hell wouldn't put anyone through my problems. Maybe they are trying to be happy despite what's going on?

Ditto on the University thing...in fact, that's inspired a new thread...

Think about that, would you hang out with someone who moped around all day? I'm about as open as they come and I know I sure as hell wouldn't put anyone through my problems. Maybe they are trying to be happy despite what's going on?

Ditto on the University thing...in fact, that's inspired a new thread...

I don't mind them being happy at all. It just seems that it's all to appear as sociable and popular, not really to actually be jolly or anything... But maybe it's just me being jealous...

What new thread is that?

i hate my recent lack of sleep for NO reason.

Why are you all gabbering about the Super Tuesday? Won't anyone mention the Fat Tuesday we celebrated in Sweden yesterday? :sad:

Chinese New Year has begun.....So many relatives

i hate my recent lack of sleep for NO reason.

Me too. I'm tired so I'm cranky and probably un-wantingly insulted a couple of my fellow CFCers at the time. Which makes me more cranky. And I'm probably making typos as I write from the grogginess. This morning sucks.

Was the a worthy rant?

I forgot, I also hate being moderately sick. that in between level from taking things off and feeling somewhat decent.

I forgot, I also hate being moderately sick. that in between level from taking things off and feeling somewhat decent.

The sort of "I have to go to work beacuse I feel alright, but I don't want to cos I feel like crap?" Yeah, I get that all the time. :(

I'll throw my hat into the hate being sick ring.

me three. Still sick.

I also have to give up a ticket to see Will Ferrel tonight, to attend a Mirco class, and study for Portuguese. I epically failed my last test, and now my ability to actually pass the class, let alone get a B+, has been placed in doubt.

But its difficult to care, because I was just awarded a fellowship to study and work in Washington DC in March, and I've almost got a great job lined up for the summer, and beyond. Its tough to stay motivated to jump through little university hoops when its becoming pretty obvious I don't need them to be successful.

I just had the weirdest annoying but cool night in the past... 4 months or so. Maybe I've been through much more serious situations, but this one was just weird. Okay, I don't think it really beats the weird nights from the summer, but it's certainly up there in the top 5. I'm f<censored>g annoyed! :mad:

Here is the story:
So, for those who don't read the "comings, goings and new arrivals" thread, I'm in Belgrade, Serbia right now, for a guitar festival.

Since I really don't trust this festival's fairness and I didn't want to be disappointed, I didn't actually go in the competition and I was here just to listen. So basically, that means I'm free every night or so.

Some Canadian guys arrived in the hostel where I"m staying, and they're really great guys. Since there's also an American in my room, we've been talking a lot since this afternoon, when they arrived. So we decided to go to some random bar/club tonight to have fun.

But since it was overlapping with one of the official so-called "parties" of the festivals, I wasn't sure if I could come. I went to the festival party thing, and I realized it was really boring, so I took my chances and started a 25-minute walk to that place where those guys were at.

So I arrived about 1 hour later. Since I arrived in Belgrade, I totally changed my opinion about this country - it's the most fabulous place on Earth. Girls are walking ALWAYS on every single street in tights and they are some of the most amazing I've ever seen, and their density is unbelievable, they are like 10-18 uber-hot girls in a 5 minutes walking time.

And since I was there, me and one of those Canadian guys were always talking about girls, and about which of them appeared to be single. So after that guy tried with about 3 of the hottest ones there, with no luck, he said "those girls on the stairs are looking at us". I said "really? let's go talk to them". And he said "ok, which one of us should go first?". Me: "you go first, you're taller so you could make a better impression" :lol: (in this country where people are almost the tallest in Europe, with the exception of some places like, I think, Holland).

So we went there, and that guy was making nice progress with some girl. He went there and talked to her really nice, and I went to talk with the other one. In like 5 minutes or so, she told me to sit down near her, so I did it, and while the other guy thought we're going to have some stupid boring conversation, it took me about another 5 minutes to start making out with her. And man, she was really amazing. I have no idea how she was doing it, but she was almost perfect in kissing. I think she was actually the best kisser I've ever met.

Okay so after all was so perfect, she says "my father is calling, I have to go" (though I didn't see the phone ringing). THen she started talking in Serbian with the other girl, left, and I asked "okay so how about we see each other sometime soon?" (or something like that, can't remember the words) and she said "yeah, sure".

Then she changed her mind, went back inside the club, started making out with me again for like 3 minutes straight, she says something like "you are really cute" and puts my hand on her breasts. I'm thinking "cool" and in that moment, she just started running and shouted "bye, bye" to me when she was already quite some distance away.

Yeah, I wouldn't be so annoyed if she wasn't REALLY REALLY hot, and also 24 years old or so. All the other people that were near me in that moment were just perplexed at her behaviour, so the bartender actually offered me a free beer to "compensate for the stupid part".

So in the words of a Canadian from that group, "she was like - yeah, I'll make out with you all night, then I'll just say bye and leave, just like that".

Yeah, stupid... :crazyeye: That was so annoying, at least it would have been better if she wasn't so freaking hot!!

And yeah, I know it probably happened to so many people in some way or another, and it even happened to me in a "milder" way when I was in a much more... advanced... situation, but if you actually see this girl you're going to change your mind about how annoying and just weird this actually was.

:hmm:

Whatever. :crazyeye:

Fat people piss me off for no particular reason other than they are fat, and I often find myself using racial epithets in traffic especially when people cut me off or speed.

You call that a rant? You got to second base with a hot girl and was offered free beer.

You call that a rant? You got to second base with a hot girl and was offered free beer.

yeah, i know that was by far the worst rant ever, the closest i ever got to breasts was when i was breast feeding, mirc your a jerk.

So much for "my life sucks", Mirc.

I also have to give up a ticket to see Will Ferrel tonight, to attend a Mirco class, and study for Portuguese. I epically failed my last test, and now my ability to actually pass the class, let alone get a B+, has been placed in doubt.


http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/bug.png

You'd think for someone who has been accepted everywhere they've applied and been offered tens of thousands of dollars in scholarships, I'd have a little more of my future planned out. :mad:

http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/bug.png

You'd think for someone who has been accepted everywhere they've applied and been offered tens of thousands of dollars in scholarships, I'd have a little more of my future planned out. :mad:

second lamest rant ever, dosent anybody know how to complain anymore?, i think world war 3 would do the job.....

Why do banks leave their doors open and then chain their pens to the counters?

second lamest rant ever, dosent anybody know how to complain anymore?, i think world war 3 would do the job.....

I'm dead serious, I've been dealing with the "so where are you going?", "what are you studying", etc. etc. etc. for months now, and I have no reason to not have an answer. Yes I'm lucky. So why don't I know where I'm going?

I'm dead serious, I've been dealing with the "so where are you going?", "what are you studying", etc. etc. etc. for months now, and I have no reason to not have an answer. Yes I'm lucky. So why don't I know where I'm going?

well i have the same problem you do, about what i want do , everything seems so boring,and i dont know what i want do. how about we commit mass suicide? we can find everybody else with this problem and party for days until we die of alcohol poisoning and drug overdoses, what do you think?

Why are you all gabbering about the Super Tuesday? Won't anyone mention the Fat Tuesday we celebrated in Sweden yesterday? :sad:

No.

Pundits getting fat off blabbering all night was enough.

I rant that my partner for a book project didn't finish the book when he had 4 weeks to read a 200 page book, and we had 4 nights to do the project, and he won't be able to do any of the work and I'll have to do it all, and we've had a substitute ever since I found out he didn't finish the book so I can't talk to my teacher about it! He also drives me crazy in other classes. Don't know why I picked him. :shake:

And also I'm growing impatient for LOTRO Book 12: The Ashen Wastes. (For those that don't know, LOTRO=The Lord of the Rings Online, an MMO, and Book 12 (baisically a patch) will make one quest I'm stuck on easier.)

I have up to 10 hours of homework to do over the weekend depening on what work I'm given tomorrow, including at least 4 hours of Specialist Maths, 3 hours of English and 2 hours of Physics.

Man I hate it when my gf stops dead in the middle of a conversation and goes offline for no apparent reason. I mean I'm probably just screwed up mentally for today because of school but man that sure put me in a reallly mood for the rest of today.

I rant I didn't eat one fastnacht tuesday because I'm sick and for the same reason, missed the Ash Wednesday service for the first time ever in my memory. But, then, I suppose my being agnostic means I shouldn't be upset.
Still, no fastnachts? :(

@Mirc, I know you were annoyed by the whole thing, but I have nothing to say but gratz. She probably had a guy somewhere. What a stupid gal.

Really, you acted fine, and that was indeed a story to tell to people afterwards. Also, didn't you have a great night until then? ;)

yeah, i know that was by far the worst rant ever, the closest i ever got to breasts was when i was breast feeding, mirc your a jerk.

I was ranting for the bad part. I agree the good was more than the bad. :p But the running away thing was a rant, cause it was really annoying.

And I'm not a jerk, it only depends on where you have your standards. :p

;)

@Mirc, I know you were annoyed by the whole thing, but I have nothing to say but gratz. She probably had a guy somewhere. What a stupid gal.

Really, you acted fine, and that was indeed a story to tell to people afterwards. Also, didn't you have a great night until then? ;)
Yeah, actually now that I look at it it's a quite good story, and it was a very fun night after all. Tonight I'm going there again, actually, who cares that I've only slept 7 hours and a half in the past 3 days. ;)

And yeah, that was my understanding as well, that she might have some guy somewhere. Considering she was around 25 (or 24? can't remember now) she could have even been married! :lol:

You call that a rant? You got to second base with a hot girl and was offered free beer.

Yeah, that's the great part. :D Everything has a good part. Now I'm only sorry I didn't take a photo of her so I can show it to my grandkids. :lol:


But really, the rant was just a momentary thing. I was really pissed off at that moment, though after that and especially UNTIL that, it was really fun. :D

I have to read The Alchemist. I've got enough of Christian brainwashing already, leave me alone gummit!

I decided to write a poem:

The leg, swollen and bruisen,
Walks its way in tandem with its partner,
Not to scare her or start on her,
But to be a part of an entity,
That loves to be with this lady,
Until she turns around with a glass of water,
Ready to pour its contents all over yer,
And she does.

Still, no fastnachts? :(

a what?

another rant: just when you think it can't get any worse, things go haywire. i'll be very glad to see the end of this day.

I rant over a general lack of creativity and creative thinking within my school.

But, then, I suppose my being agnostic means I shouldn't be upset.Really getting into the role, huh? Almost like you're VOLUNTARILY being agnostic. :huh:

Je ne peux parler français bien.

I cannot speak French good.

I see.

@Mods: This is NOT illegal quote twisting. Try babelfish.altavista.com if you don't believe me.

actually, that translation is incorrect, because he only had half a negative. he could have been saying I cant speak french well anymore, I can never speak french well, I can neither speak nor write french well, etc.

;)

depends on whether it was

Je ne peux PAS parler français bien
Je ne peux PLUS parler français bien
Je ne peux JAMAIS parler français bien
Je ne peux NI parler NI ÉCRIRE français bien

or something like that.

Well what I put in my quote was exactly what babelfish gave me when I put his post in.

I hate that things like this can still happen. Feels reminiscent of the assassination of Councilman James Davis here in New York nearly five years ago, although this is not the same type of case.

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,329767,00.html

There's one thing I hate about these forums. As you all know I am a fan of the hypothetical scenario, but everybody on these forums seem to be unable to grasp the concept of hypothetical. You have to understand that these scenarios are absoultly not at all about whether they are possible, they are only about how you would react to them. This inability of most to participate in something hypothetical on an internet forum drive me crazy!

Meh, I think it's just because that's the only thing they can think of to post, and they gotta post something! :p

My rant: I just found out (a few minutes ago) that PEERS can embarrass you in front of your PARENTS. Stupid maniac cheerleaders. :cry:

I always thought parents in front of peers was worse, but ok.

Parents have to love you. Peers don't.

Exactly what I thought! It's just that my parents aren't really embarrassing.

Cold hearted, self serving, malicious bags of water and meat anger me greatly.

well then aren't you the lucky one?

My parents (father really, my mom was fine) loved to embarrass me in front of friends, and especially potential girlfriends (not that I would bring them home, but jews all know each other, to my dismay, even in a large city like Toronto we are all connected somehow.)

There's one thing I hate about these forums. As you all know I am a fan of the hypothetical scenario, but everybody on these forums seem to be unable to grasp the concept of hypothetical. You have to understand that these scenarios are absoultly not at all about whether they are possible, they are only about how you would react to them. This inability of most to participate in something hypothetical on an internet forum drive me crazy!
If you really could grasp the idea of "hypothetical", you should know that the laws of the Universe could also be different. :mischief:

It seems my French teacher has once again decided to prove her incompentence as an educator by giving me detention without telling me what I did first. She decided instead to ask me (and two other kids) what we did wrong, and then decided to punish us when we really didn't know what we did. We were allegedly "had poor attitutides" and she was sick of us being "dishonest and insincere." We also apparently "undermining the authority, and attempting to cut up the class."

Rest assured, she only reasserted herself as an utter moron in my eyes. Anyone can easily tell the only reason the school keeps her on is because she can teach Spanish and French.

This weather is serously annoying. Even when it doesn't snow, when the sky is clear, ice takes the place of snow to inconvenience me.

actually, that translation is incorrect, because he only had half a negative. he could have been saying I cant speak french well anymore, I can never speak french well, I can neither speak nor write french well, etc.

;)

depends on whether it was

Je ne peux PAS parler français bien
Je ne peux PLUS parler français bien
Je ne peux JAMAIS parler français bien

or something like that.
Shut up! :p
Je ne peux NI parler NI ÉCRIRE français bien
:mad: :(

Shut up! :p

:mad: :(

:p

My rant: people who correct other people on the internet. I hate that SO MUCH. :grr: ;)

and whats to hate about ne...ni ni?

personne is the weird one that doesnt follow the rules.

The teeth on the right side of my mouth ache. And my jaw ached this afternoon. Sounds like evidence that I grind my teeth or have a very tense mouth when I'm asleep.

I spent the whole night watching 6 hrs of Heroes...im so tired

I'm drowning in paperwork- accomodation application, Visa application, CRB check application, physical examination form...

ok it's not much, but I really do dislike filling in forms, so much thought required, so many opportunities for mistakes, and they don't even look that impressive when they're completed!

"Administration saves the nation! Red Tape is fun..."

I'm pissed. I don't feel like going into it.

I need sleep badly. but I have lots to do and its only 9 pm.

My internet connection is pathetic

My router died, I had to make a trip to Best Buy, and I got there 30 seconds before closing.

Remember what I said in that Big Brother Africa thread a while back about self-raping? Well... that's what I did. :blush:

My router died, I had to make a trip to Best Buy, and I got there 30 seconds before closing.
So how'd ya make that post?

So how'd ya make that post?

I went to best buy, and since I got there JUST in time I got one, but that wasnt the rant, the necessity of going to best buy and rushing my . .. .. . .. off was.

Remember what I said in that Big Brother Africa thread a while back about self-raping? Well... that's what I did. :blush:

you raped yourself?:eek: :confused:
please explain this to me

you raped yourself?:eek: :confused:
please explain this to me
I did this while I was asleep. We're talking downtown. *points downwards*

Please exemplify. :confused:

Please exemplify. :confused:
He finger-. .. .. .. .ed (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anal_masturbation) himself.

Erm... Ok... Nice one.

Anyway, I've got a French oral exam coming up and I'm not too sure how to go about it. :(

I've got a French oral exam coming up and I'm not too sure how to go about it.

From what I hear, it's all about how you use your tongue.

I procrastinate too much. :(

The package that I had wanted to arrive on February 13 is now going to have to arrive on February 14.

It's not snowing, it's raining.

It's not snowing, it's raining.

Looked out the window and you're right . . . think I prefer rain, though.

Looked out the window and you're right . . . think I prefer rain, though.

Well, the rain is freezing my sidewalk and porch steps, so it's not the nice kind of rain.

I procrastinate too much. :(

The package that I had wanted to arrive on February 13 is now going to have to arrive on February 14.

It's a trait to be applauded, not shunned!

It's a trait to be applauded, not shunned!

I've always been proud of it, when it's something like not finishing a paper on time and somehow managing to not lose credit for it... that was fun, it was a challenge and it didn't have a real consequence. This time, it means that a valentine's day gift may not be received until after valentine's day. FedEx only guarantees delivery by 3pm, but he's gone for class by then, and may well not return home until after midnight. Overnight delivery is expensive enough, I'm not going for early-morning overnight. :(

Also, it's freakin' cold out. Boo.

Woohoo! My diet is working! A western omelet and a cup of coffee in the morning, a V8 at noon and a banana in the afternoon with something light in the evening plus half an hour of exercise bike a week got me down from 250lb to 235lb in a few weeks. Hopefully I'll be able to keep this momentum going until I hit the normal BMI weight range for my height of 200lb and then I can push further down to 175lb which is smack dab in the middle of the normal BMI range and really commit to exercise.

I still cannot imagine why some Americans think they are so threatened.

I cant gain weight! I have tried everything, pretty much, except going supersized diet, which I wont do because I eat lots healthily (though not salad-healthy, meat-healthy mainly). I am really tired of being this skinny, I'd much rather gain muscle. Stupid genes.

I cant gain weight! I am really tired of being this skinny, I'd much rather gain muscle. Stupid genes.

Have you tried pigging out on snacks and fast food? Weight gain is guaranteed!

Have you tried pigging out on snacks and fast food? Weight gain is guaranteed!

Yes I have, and no, it doesnt help. I have a VERY high metabolism. My BMI is 17.6 atm.

Well, I'm short for my age AND my BMI is low. :mad:

Yes I have, and no, it doesnt help. I have a VERY high metabolism. My BMI is 17.6 atm.

You person born before your parents were formally married. :mad: I'm like 28.6! I remember I used to be just at 24.9 BMI during college.

Yes I have, and no, it doesnt help. I have a VERY high metabolism. My BMI is 17.6 atm.

I'm very skinny too, but I've got my BMI up to about 20. Just do lots of pushups, cardio, and at healthy food... You'll gain some weight, I mean you won't get huge, but who wants to be huge? You'll certainly get streignth.

You person born before your parents were formally married. I'm like 28.6! I remember I used to be just at 24.9 BMI during college.

That's why I could never go out with a fat girl, not because I think they are ugly or discriminate, but because they very literally want to murder me. :p

I'm very skinny too, but I've got my BMI up to about 20. Just do lots of pushups, cardio, and at healthy food... You'll gain some weight, I mean you won't get huge, but who wants to be huge? You'll certainly get streignth.

I work out a LOT. I mean not just in gym, but I'm back up to 20 hours a week of exercise (all different types).

I wake up in the morning to an ab workout, and do all sorts of different things all day. I eat relatively healthy, and 4-6 meals a day, depending on how much I work out and how much time I have.

I have gained some weight (about 15 pounds), but I'm STILL underweight, though no longer dangerously so. I have almost no fat, just muscle, skin, and bones ;).

On another topic, apparently the Snohomish County PUD rewards people that pay their bills on time with free utilities. I was like "so because I paid my bills on time, not only do I get the last two months free but an extra month?" and the guy was like "Yup!"

It was a very pleasant surprise! :D Despite my ill feelings about being rewarded for doing something you're supposed to do in the first place.

Meh, you just paid for those three months in the other nine months. :p

I feel so childish... I did something that's really not worthy of what I consider to be my mental age. Ok, I am probably victim of a great piece of art, but still, that's... nah not gonna get into detail, I just rant about my current state of mind. :)

Red Door was right about the rain after all - my elbow still hurts from landing on it.

I cant gain weight! I have tried everything, pretty much, except going supersized diet, which I wont do because I eat lots healthily (though not salad-healthy, meat-healthy mainly). I am really tired of being this skinny, I'd much rather gain muscle. Stupid genes.

amen to that :sad: