| THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
|---|
Oh yeah, one time I told my sister to tell my cousin (who was on the phone) that I wasn't home, but she didn't listen, so when she handed me the phone i hit her really hard on the wrist with it and it fractured her wrist... ahhhh.. the life and times of my crazy family.. :) it's not the cruelest of the cruel things.. but i'm a good girl now ;) or so you think... heh |
|
we argued for weeks after that about who beat the other up. |
|
there was this boy i knew-billy- who would get stuffed in the trash all the time. when this started happening, nobody believed him, so he'd jump back in...that's the funniest. |
|
|
what's it about? |
THE HEAD: He's the guy in highschool that always seemed to be followed by a bunch of cronies basically compleatly un-aware of the fact that there could be anyone cooler then them. THE HEAD is the guy in charge the guy who decides what movies these flunks go see that night and who sucks. Its almost like a tyranny that gets thrown in a loop every year when the seinor who is their leader goes off to seatle or new york. THE MAN: This is the guy who everyone hates because they fear him. He's the outcast they rebel the one who chicks secretly dig because they are the "bad boy" who mamma never talked about. He's your James Dean, Elivs Prestly, man... But remember that unlike James Dean, or Elivs Prestly... This guy is a highschool kid, and even though he has that cool exterior he'll be a dickhead to you forever. THE BRAIN: This is the smart kid, the poinsdexter of highschool, he's above us all intelectually and in the book smarts department. You couldn't even concive a relationship with this person because you'd feel superiour on the social scale he's got you beat in everyother department. Some how you know you'd end up feeling stupid with him, and stupid around your friends. He's a good guy, but dating him would kill you. THE GUY: This is the person I am. The one who is just there, not a pot head, not a drug user, just the person everyday who you see but you don't know their name because it was never really important because they never stand out. The guy who hate all the people in both the bully, and THE MAN roles. Why because the bully is a bully and everyone hates him, I probably should have put THE HEAD there. The HEAD is a guy who gets girls because he is who he is, the head he has power... And women love power. THE MAN, is the one that pisses all of us THE GUYS off. WHY because he gets good girls and ruins them. By treating them like only an asshole could he either: 1: Makes them feel that this is how all guys are and I've got to live with it. 2: Guy's suck... I'm going to be a lesbian. or... 3: I'm such a horrible person I couldn't make him love me so now I must die. Any one of these is horrible because in any sense we the population of THE GUYS would have treated said girl like a princess forever, but that is never given as an option to this, and inevitably the said girl is lost. Only once in a long while one of us THE GUYS is given a break and the girl learns what a gentleman is truly like and we lose one of THE GUYS to a higher place, a truly wonderful place, and then never come back. The end. |
|
|
|
|
known as mexican qeuludes...OR you my know it as the date rape drug....the orginal so to speak. not the GHB shit. its a very strange drug and hard to get even in Mexico now. You indeed black out, with even a few beers. The scariest thing is waking up the next morning and having to ask your wife how you got home and she replies that i did a magnificant job driving, and made wonderful mad monkey love. its one thing when you are shitfaced plowed, memory is difficult but more times that not, available. With these things...you black the fuck out. |
|
|
y'know, i wish i could go back to school knowing what i know now. it was so fucking real and serious back then. i remember actually being afraid of the vice-principal, being afraid of the older, bigger kids. i look back and admire the kids who wouldn't take shit even if it meant they got their asses kicked regularly. i have a good friend who was getting teased in shop class so he picked up a metal t-square and hurled it across the room, boomerang style, burying it in the far wall. if they hadn't ducked, he might have kiled one of them. sure he's psycho, but they never teased him again. that's how you need to deal with bullies: come unglued and go apeshit on them. stab them with a pen. sucker-punch them with a brick. it's not about being a tough fighter, it's about not being afraid. what sucks is that once you make this realization, people magically stop messing with you so you never really get the opportunity to play with your new freedom. |
|
|
|
i had a high tolerance of being pushed around. As i got into high school, it became more of race thing. Being a freak, in their eyes, i was an easy target for pissed off downtown kids who were bussed out to the richest school in the county. They wouldnt dare fuck with the 6ft 300lb jockos, the one's who needed to be bothered, so they messed with me and my pals, the skinny, gawky, weird-dressed kids who kept to themselves. One motherfucker even brandished a gun at me one day in the halls, he didn't pull it out, but he loved to do that small-dick, male ego crap shoulder bump thing....every god damn day, so finally, i shoved him back with my boney razor sharp shoulder blades and of course the emminent "wha da fuck up you punkass blah blah blah blah?" As i turned around to tell him he was in my way and had been for weeks on end, with intention, he pulled his trenchcoat aside to reveal a silver .38. at that moment, i turned my back and walked. i figured the dumb prick wouldnt shoot anyone in the back....what good would that do him....if he can't see the remorse in my face or the fear, there is nothing to encourage his neanderthal pea brain on. im like you dave, but hindsight is always 20/20. more than fear of my principals..i feared my mother. i just wanted to pass through high school causing as little ruckus as possible and get the fuck out. i came close to getting caught with acid more than gettign popped for violence. one day after school, my good pal and i me tin the bathroom to split up a few hits i had scored earlier. he was in the stall, seperating them, jsut as he had seperated them and i stepped out of the stall there was the VP. Now i had my acid in my hand, wrapped in a brown paper towel. I made a greeting so my pal woudl know trouble. The VP asked me what was in my hand, I used it to wipe my nose, and crumpled it up and threw it in the trash can "nothing just blowinmy nose while my friend takes a leak". My friend immediately whipped it out and pissed for his life, he had his hit in his hand in a paper towel as well. The VP wanted to search our bags and what not in his office. Going through the halls, my friend ditched his folded paper towel in the hall, there were many people beign after school and all, wandering around. After we got searched, and nothing was found, we wanted to recover our dope, walking back, his folded piece was right where he had thrown it...he picked it up. I went back to the bathroom, remembering what my crumpled up piece looked like, i retrieved it. Just as i stepped out of the bathroom, that janitor came in looked to take out the trash. we told that story for years...it was our war story....and frankly fucking brilliant. to bad i wasn't so quick with the Chapel Hill PD. |
|
i got hit in the face so hard my contacts popped out. i was run over. highsticked in the neck. tripped. and that was just the boys i played with in gym class. i much prefer that to people going through my stuff and leaving nasty notes hidden in my bag. |
get on yesterday... |
|
on a lot. Some assholes egged on another puny guy, wanting him to fight me, and he eventually hit me... mostly out of anger at them. He was fast, but didn't have the gumption to do more than hit and run. I caught him and raged on him without thinking until I was picked off him easily by our huge muscular band teacher. 3 day suspention for both of us. Yay rebellion. I resent that I ended up fighting him for their amusement. They pestered/threatened us for weeks. It was awful. They let off after that though. |
"TIMMY!" |
|
|
i accused two of stealing, always laughed at another, slapped two boys (he and his older brother) for no reason. attacked them in gym class, called another a shrimp, called one "four-eyes" the day before i got my own glasses. stole shoes, flipped caps, belittled them in their attempts to take me seriously. youch. |
|
|
|
my antics in the last few years have been reduced to shoe hiding, practical joke making (when i know it doesn't hurt anyone, mostly prank phone calls to phones that can't trace it), and cap flipping. only the practical jokes have survived high school, because i do prank phone calls when i'm bored. |
|
ow hell...nobody's perfect. |