On June 15 2009 07:33 unSpeake wrote: Not 1 line but meh me and 3 friends were in the midle of fucking nowhere and i ran out of gas. we call triple a (roadside assistance) to come and help and the douchebag wouldn't help us (not even a ride to a gas station), so we ended up walking 7 miles to a gas station at like 2 a.m. We eventually get back to the car with a 1 gallon jug of water filled with gasoline and realize the thing won't fit in the gas spout. We ended up pouring the gas from the gallon jug into a coffe cup, and that gas into a small water bottle, and the gas from the small water bottle into the gas spout.
couldn't yall have just made a cone out of paper or something?
On June 15 2009 14:23 QuietIdiot wrote: rather unfunny and somewhat pathetic but here it goes: (rather hesitant to post it too but I feel like releasing...)
The only reason why I got into video games was because I played with a girl all the time when I was 5 to 7 years old. She didn't have a mother around, my parents constantly fought, and her brother was constantly out being an asshole teenager. So we'd sneak into his room, turn on his snes, play killer instinct, yoshi's island, and sometimes the regular NES mario games. She'd be a bitch and try to ride me like a Yoshi whenever I walked into a room in the house, and when we were outside we'd lose track of time looking for coins that never were, or simply mindlessly losing ourselves in the mini forest next to the complex.
I got my first kiss from her, got a nasty cold running in the rain with her on Halloween, climbed a tree about 10 feet high with her help, and we'd make silly little promises, like when the N64 came out and the rumor was that Yoshi was at the end of mario64, I spent a long time beating it to get up on the roof and show it to her. She was rather disappointed we couldn't ride it, so she erased my hard work and I just watched her play it all over again.
Then towards the end of the summer one year, she came crying to my porch, told me she was moving away, how she wanted to stay right here, how badly she liked Korean food over her father's terrible 5 minute microwave meals, how awesome it would be to graduate together, but the whole time through I had half my attention on my gameboy..playing tetris.
She got pissed, went back home, tossed most of her games on the porch, and told me I could have it all since it didn't mean anything to her anymore.
I didn't feel sad or shit at all, in fact I was so fucking excited I got all these games I thought I won the jackpot. Last words I said was, "BYE, So long! I'll see you tomorrow" while she had both her hands on her face as she ran back home.
I headed over to her house at the end of the week to return them and since I was such a selfish sociopathic little shit I didn't even bother visiting her once while I played her games at home. The apartment was empty but unlocked, and I just walked up the stairs, sat on the floor where we used to play, feeling rather numb.
I played games like mad from there on, hoping one day I'd impress her by beating all of them and thought of it was only something temporary, but of course that day never came, and an obsession grew to play as much video games as possible. My parents didn't understand it, they just thought with their Asian logic that games were simply a mental addiction and they tried to get me off it. I would be hostile about it, never told them a reason why, I just did.
I only realized this after looking back on some photos a few months ago with me and her smiling on the porch, and it just made me tear thinking about all those endless days with her.
It makes me feel terribly guilty and I wonder where she is now and how she handled it. Its so pathetic, but it bothers me every so often, especially today when I walked around a park and saw a blond girl with an Asian boy, playing tag around the swings. Fuckfuckfuck
oh wow that's terrible
u should find her again and tell her you're sorry -.-
Probably impossible cause I don't know/remember her last name and I think it would be borderline stalking to go through old apartment records, track her down, and be like, "hey remember me from 14+ years ago? The asshole that broke your heart?"
Time heals all wounds..(I hope.)
Go for it man! Really is there anything to lose in trying?
I liked this girl once, and she thought I was like the most fucking insane guy in the world. She offered to fuck me once, said she'll do whatever I want.. I was like back off bitch.
God I'm a depressed mother fucker now.. true story.
On June 15 2009 14:34 QuietIdiot wrote: Probably impossible cause I don't know/remember her last name and I think it would be borderline stalking to go through old apartment records, track her down, and be like, "hey remember me from 14+ years ago? The asshole that broke your heart?"
Time heals all wounds..(I hope.)
If anything, she's probably missing you too... I think finding her again and talking to her maybe the best thing you will ever do in your life, who knows?
But on the other hand, if she moved on and has erased you from her life, you will be even more sad than you are now :S.
Off topic: This made me think of the blog where the guy was in the army or something and he had a german girlfriend wich he left for a few years and then they met again and fell back in love again. It had pictures and was very well written, I'd like to check it again but couldn't find it trough the search function.
On June 15 2009 14:23 QuietIdiot wrote: rather unfunny and somewhat pathetic but here it goes: (rather hesitant to post it too but I feel like releasing...)
The only reason why I got into video games was because I played with a girl all the time when I was 5 to 7 years old. She didn't have a mother around, my parents constantly fought, and her brother was constantly out being an asshole teenager. So we'd sneak into his room, turn on his snes, play killer instinct, yoshi's island, and sometimes the regular NES mario games. She'd be a bitch and try to ride me like a Yoshi whenever I walked into a room in the house, and when we were outside we'd lose track of time looking for coins that never were, or simply mindlessly losing ourselves in the mini forest next to the complex.
I got my first kiss from her, got a nasty cold running in the rain with her on Halloween, climbed a tree about 10 feet high with her help, and we'd make silly little promises, like when the N64 came out and the rumor was that Yoshi was at the end of mario64, I spent a long time beating it to get up on the roof and show it to her. She was rather disappointed we couldn't ride it, so she erased my hard work and I just watched her play it all over again.
Then towards the end of the summer one year, she came crying to my porch, told me she was moving away, how she wanted to stay right here, how badly she liked Korean food over her father's terrible 5 minute microwave meals, how awesome it would be to graduate together, but the whole time through I had half my attention on my gameboy..playing tetris.
She got pissed, went back home, tossed most of her games on the porch, and told me I could have it all since it didn't mean anything to her anymore.
I didn't feel sad or shit at all, in fact I was so fucking excited I got all these games I thought I won the jackpot. Last words I said was, "BYE, So long! I'll see you tomorrow" while she had both her hands on her face as she ran back home.
I headed over to her house at the end of the week to return them and since I was such a selfish sociopathic little shit I didn't even bother visiting her once while I played her games at home. The apartment was empty but unlocked, and I just walked up the stairs, sat on the floor where we used to play, feeling rather numb.
I played games like mad from there on, hoping one day I'd impress her by beating all of them and thought of it was only something temporary, but of course that day never came, and an obsession grew to play as much video games as possible. My parents didn't understand it, they just thought with their Asian logic that games were simply a mental addiction and they tried to get me off it. I would be hostile about it, never told them a reason why, I just did.
I only realized this after looking back on some photos a few months ago with me and her smiling on the porch, and it just made me tear thinking about all those endless days with her.
It makes me feel terribly guilty and I wonder where she is now and how she handled it. Its so pathetic, but it bothers me every so often, especially today when I walked around a park and saw a blond girl with an Asian boy, playing tag around the swings. Fuckfuckfuck
On June 15 2009 09:12 RattleHead wrote: I was once playing a soccer game and had a partial break away, i could have easily kicked the ball into the open side but i decided to belt it straight at the fat goalie, hitting him in the face, breaking his nose and knocking him out cold, then taped the ball into the net and did a victory dance right beside him.
On June 15 2009 13:15 Wasabi wrote: I've been flirted on by girls at facebook, real life, on campus, etc. and I have no idea how to respond.
I'm also way too serious when in a crowd/social gatherings and only know how to have fun when I'm alone.
neither i, i am such an amateur in love its incredible how i screw up every single time, when a girl falls for me coz im honest romantic and all i become such a moron, then when a girls falls coz im cool, open and all i become so needy that she refuses ... its unbelievable and im sick of it, gotta change but how?
On June 15 2009 14:23 QuietIdiot wrote: rather unfunny and somewhat pathetic but here it goes: (rather hesitant to post it too but I feel like releasing...)
The only reason why I got into video games was because I played with a girl all the time when I was 5 to 7 years old. She didn't have a mother around, my parents constantly fought, and her brother was constantly out being an asshole teenager. So we'd sneak into his room, turn on his snes, play killer instinct, yoshi's island, and sometimes the regular NES mario games. She'd be a bitch and try to ride me like a Yoshi whenever I walked into a room in the house, and when we were outside we'd lose track of time looking for coins that never were, or simply mindlessly losing ourselves in the mini forest next to the complex.
I got my first kiss from her, got a nasty cold running in the rain with her on Halloween, climbed a tree about 10 feet high with her help, and we'd make silly little promises, like when the N64 came out and the rumor was that Yoshi was at the end of mario64, I spent a long time beating it to get up on the roof and show it to her. She was rather disappointed we couldn't ride it, so she erased my hard work and I just watched her play it all over again.
Then towards the end of the summer one year, she came crying to my porch, told me she was moving away, how she wanted to stay right here, how badly she liked Korean food over her father's terrible 5 minute microwave meals, how awesome it would be to graduate together, but the whole time through I had half my attention on my gameboy..playing tetris.
She got pissed, went back home, tossed most of her games on the porch, and told me I could have it all since it didn't mean anything to her anymore.
I didn't feel sad or shit at all, in fact I was so fucking excited I got all these games I thought I won the jackpot. Last words I said was, "BYE, So long! I'll see you tomorrow" while she had both her hands on her face as she ran back home.
I headed over to her house at the end of the week to return them and since I was such a selfish sociopathic little shit I didn't even bother visiting her once while I played her games at home. The apartment was empty but unlocked, and I just walked up the stairs, sat on the floor where we used to play, feeling rather numb.
I played games like mad from there on, hoping one day I'd impress her by beating all of them and thought of it was only something temporary, but of course that day never came, and an obsession grew to play as much video games as possible. My parents didn't understand it, they just thought with their Asian logic that games were simply a mental addiction and they tried to get me off it. I would be hostile about it, never told them a reason why, I just did.
I only realized this after looking back on some photos a few months ago with me and her smiling on the porch, and it just made me tear thinking about all those endless days with her.
It makes me feel terribly guilty and I wonder where she is now and how she handled it. Its so pathetic, but it bothers me every so often, especially today when I walked around a park and saw a blond girl with an Asian boy, playing tag around the swings. Fuckfuckfuck
On June 15 2009 09:12 RattleHead wrote: I was once playing a soccer game and had a partial break away, i could have easily kicked the ball into the open side but i decided to belt it straight at the fat goalie, hitting him in the face, breaking his nose and knocking him out cold, then taped the ball into the net and did a victory dance right beside him.
On June 15 2009 14:34 QuietIdiot wrote: Probably impossible cause I don't know/remember her last name and I think it would be borderline stalking to go through old apartment records, track her down, and be like, "hey remember me from 14+ years ago? The asshole that broke your heart?"
Time heals all wounds..(I hope.)
If anything, she's probably missing you too... I think finding her again and talking to her maybe the best thing you will ever do in your life, who knows?
But on the other hand, if she moved on and has erased you from her life, you will be even more sad than you are now :S.
Off topic: This made me think of the blog where the guy was in the army or something and he had a german girlfriend wich he left for a few years and then they met again and fell back in love again. It had pictures and was very well written, I'd like to check it again but couldn't find it trough the search function.
if i'm not wrong they got married early this year, and have been living happily ever after. (with rayzorblade playing a lot less sc, cause i never see him on anymore).
On June 15 2009 14:34 QuietIdiot wrote: Probably impossible cause I don't know/remember her last name and I think it would be borderline stalking to go through old apartment records, track her down, and be like, "hey remember me from 14+ years ago? The asshole that broke your heart?"
Time heals all wounds..(I hope.)
If anything, she's probably missing you too... I think finding her again and talking to her maybe the best thing you will ever do in your life, who knows?
But on the other hand, if she moved on and has erased you from her life, you will be even more sad than you are now :S.
Off topic: This made me think of the blog where the guy was in the army or something and he had a german girlfriend wich he left for a few years and then they met again and fell back in love again. It had pictures and was very well written, I'd like to check it again but couldn't find it trough the search function.
if i'm not wrong they got married early this year, and have been living happily ever after. (with rayzorblade playing a lot less sc, cause i never see him on anymore).
That was seriously one of the most romantic stories i've read/seen (I tend to convert everything I read into an americanstyle movie) and it even made my eyes water, which is kind of inapropriate since i'm a salesclerk and sitting here crying may seem....odd.
It actually reinvented my hope for romance in this world, which I though was dead long ago.
Edit: Even had to change my mood to that on-clouds-happy kind of smiley ;D
On June 15 2009 14:23 QuietIdiot wrote: rather unfunny and somewhat pathetic but here it goes: (rather hesitant to post it too but I feel like releasing...)
The only reason why I got into video games was because I played with a girl all the time when I was 5 to 7 years old. She didn't have a mother around, my parents constantly fought, and her brother was constantly out being an asshole teenager. So we'd sneak into his room, turn on his snes, play killer instinct, yoshi's island, and sometimes the regular NES mario games. She'd be a bitch and try to ride me like a Yoshi whenever I walked into a room in the house, and when we were outside we'd lose track of time looking for coins that never were, or simply mindlessly losing ourselves in the mini forest next to the complex.
I got my first kiss from her, got a nasty cold running in the rain with her on Halloween, climbed a tree about 10 feet high with her help, and we'd make silly little promises, like when the N64 came out and the rumor was that Yoshi was at the end of mario64, I spent a long time beating it to get up on the roof and show it to her. She was rather disappointed we couldn't ride it, so she erased my hard work and I just watched her play it all over again.
Then towards the end of the summer one year, she came crying to my porch, told me she was moving away, how she wanted to stay right here, how badly she liked Korean food over her father's terrible 5 minute microwave meals, how awesome it would be to graduate together, but the whole time through I had half my attention on my gameboy..playing tetris.
She got pissed, went back home, tossed most of her games on the porch, and told me I could have it all since it didn't mean anything to her anymore.
I didn't feel sad or shit at all, in fact I was so fucking excited I got all these games I thought I won the jackpot. Last words I said was, "BYE, So long! I'll see you tomorrow" while she had both her hands on her face as she ran back home.
I headed over to her house at the end of the week to return them and since I was such a selfish sociopathic little shit I didn't even bother visiting her once while I played her games at home. The apartment was empty but unlocked, and I just walked up the stairs, sat on the floor where we used to play, feeling rather numb.
I played games like mad from there on, hoping one day I'd impress her by beating all of them and thought of it was only something temporary, but of course that day never came, and an obsession grew to play as much video games as possible. My parents didn't understand it, they just thought with their Asian logic that games were simply a mental addiction and they tried to get me off it. I would be hostile about it, never told them a reason why, I just did.
I only realized this after looking back on some photos a few months ago with me and her smiling on the porch, and it just made me tear thinking about all those endless days with her.
It makes me feel terribly guilty and I wonder where she is now and how she handled it. Its so pathetic, but it bothers me every so often, especially today when I walked around a park and saw a blond girl with an Asian boy, playing tag around the swings. Fuckfuckfuck
On June 15 2009 09:12 RattleHead wrote: I was once playing a soccer game and had a partial break away, i could have easily kicked the ball into the open side but i decided to belt it straight at the fat goalie, hitting him in the face, breaking his nose and knocking him out cold, then taped the ball into the net and did a victory dance right beside him.
EPT
