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Christmas party time. All the other people there are either going to be 5 years younger than me and want to beat me up or 40 years older and make stupid jokes about me driving soon. I won't even know 3/4 of them :mad:

Wear a hideous sweater - it forces another discussion topic on the party.
 
Christmas party time. All the other people there are either going to be 5 years younger than me and want to beat me up or 40 years older and make stupid jokes about me driving soon. I won't even know 3/4 of them :mad:
maybe that is why my family moved away to NJ in the first place.... escape my weird Mormon family.... consists of people like that, except instead of 5 years younger, its 5 years older, or lots of infants
 
The 2 Christmas parties I'll be forced to got to will consist of everyone being at least 20 years older, or 5 years younger, and I'll be bored to death either way. I honestly would rather just stay at home.
 
We still don't have power. My in-laws just got their electricity back on yesterday, but then one of their water pipes burst. Merry Christmas from your friends at Indiana-Michigan power. :mad:

Also...breakfast today consists of oatmeal and Chenin Blanc. Let's just say that it's an interesting combination.
 
Ideally, yes, but if it's hideous enough you can get away with nearly any theme. Just be sure that it's really loud and garish and the colors completely clash. Make it a night to remember for all involved. If they all go blind and your sweater is the last thing they see, then you've won.
 
I just decided to paint some Warhammer for the first time in a very long time...

The paints were too watery and the paintbrush war broken :(
 
I am 17 and my beard still looks more like I decided to glue a collection of my pubes to my face than actual facial hair. The worst part about it is that I still have to shave it, but I don't get the benefit of a bad ass beard!

This sucks.
 
I am 17 and my beard still looks more like I decided to glue a collection of my pubes to my face than actual facial hair. The worst part about it is that I still have to shave it, but I don't get the benefit of a bad ass beard!

This sucks.

Sounds about normal to me
 
Heart break is heart breaking. :(

And when does one start to grow a bad ass beard? I want manly stubble, dammit!

You just answered your own question :p
 
Augh.

Guess what happens?

Blah blah blah this will be revealed in the middle of the story. My mom picks me up after choosing my country for the Model UN gathering.

When my mom picks me up, she looks out my window and says, "Do you know that girl with the flower? Those two look like a nice couple."

The question I dreaded and prayed to God not to be asked had been asked. I was still stunned from the event, finding something else to distract myself with, like kicking holes in the snow piles. By the way, I still can't believe I had school that day. After I heard it, I then put my head down and sighed sadly.

"What's the problem," my mom asked.

"That... That was my crush," I replied with great sadness.

*insert mother's sympathy here*

My mom's sympathy didn't work. And now I'm sitting here at my grandparents, typing this rant about the rose that broke my heart.
 
Well at least now you can talk about it with somebody besides us here on the internet, and somebody who might actually make you feel better.
 
Augh.

Guess what happens?

Blah blah blah this will be revealed in the middle of the story. My mom picks me up after choosing my country for the Model UN gathering.

When my mom picks me up, she looks out my window and says, "Do you know that girl with the flower? Those two look like a nice couple."

The question I dreaded and prayed to God not to be asked had been asked. I was still stunned from the event, finding something else to distract myself with, like kicking holes in the snow piles. By the way, I still can't believe I had school that day. After I heard it, I then put my head down and sighed sadly.

"What's the problem," my mom asked.

"That... That was my crush," I replied with great sadness.

*insert mother's sympathy here*

My mom's sympathy didn't work. And now I'm sitting here at my grandparents, typing this rant about the rose that broke my heart.

Suck it up, man. You think we've never been heart broken before? Hell, it only takes a few seconds of searching these threads and you will find me being a complete a-hole, ranting about the opposite sex. Just today I've had one of those moments. And even though there is a 99.99% chance I will never get with that girl, I can't stop thinking about her... just holding on for that 00.01% chance that I will die a happy man.

I need to get her out of my head. :( I think I might have some sort of medical condition.

@Nylan: What have I done again?
 
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