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Post by The Gangsta on Sept 23, 2014 19:55:30 GMT -5
I just realized that I'm not the only Pats fan around here, CM Poor.
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Post by Drakz on Sept 24, 2014 6:00:42 GMT -5
She drove 8 hours to act like a spaz. Line of the year. She sounds like a nut case bro.
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Post by CM Poor on Sept 24, 2014 7:28:49 GMT -5
Fact: all exes are insane, to varying degrees and manifestations. Fun little quick story:
I dated one girl all though high school, and we split only because she was going to college down in PA and I'd be sticking around up here. I thought for sure she'd be my "normal" ex. For years I was sure of that. She came back to visit during her first year and we hung out, and she was really weird all night, almost trying to act like we never split. She got all weird over a couple girls I dated after the fact, including my now wife, almost jealous like, which was never really her style. On Facebook, she's friends with both my parents, my brother, but rejected my friend request.
Fast forward to this year, and she finally meets her first guy post me, and they decide to get married. In true-to-me fashion, I decide to send a little message of congrats along:
"Congratulations. I'm glad to see you finally got over it."
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Post by Kyzer on Sept 24, 2014 10:06:13 GMT -5
My ex wife smashed a woman in the face with a beer bottle at a bar thinking she was with me. I wasn't even at said bar, she just saw a guy with a Duke hat that looked very similar to me. Then in her drunken state, rather than confront my doppleganger, she just attacked the poor girl. That is the mother of my two kids. I should probably work on finding them a positive female influence. The main one they have will probably try to turn them into both into Norman Bates.
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Post by Drakz on Sept 24, 2014 15:27:26 GMT -5
My ex wife smashed a woman in the face with a beer bottle at a bar thinking she was with me. I wasn't even at said bar, she just saw a guy with a Duke hat that looked very similar to me. Then in her drunken state, rather than confront my doppleganger, she just attacked the poor girl. That is the mother of my two kids. I should probably work on finding them a positive female influence. The main one they have will probably try to turn them into both into Norman Bates. Jesus. Well I'm pleased to say I've never been in a relationship with anyone that mental. Your story makes me feel a little better about those ex girl friends I'd deemed to be nut jobs. Maybe that means I'm the crazy ex?
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Post by Kyzer on Sept 24, 2014 16:41:11 GMT -5
My ex wife smashed a woman in the face with a beer bottle at a bar thinking she was with me. I wasn't even at said bar, she just saw a guy with a Duke hat that looked very similar to me. Then in her drunken state, rather than confront my doppleganger, she just attacked the poor girl. That is the mother of my two kids. I should probably work on finding them a positive female influence. The main one they have will probably try to turn them into both into Norman Bates. Jesus. Well I'm pleased to say I've never been in a relationship with anyone that mental. Your story makes me feel a little better about those ex girl friends I'd deemed to be nut jobs. Maybe that means I'm the crazy ex? That is the only crazy ex I have. Unfortunately she is the one I am attached to for the rest of my life because of my kids.
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Post by CM Poor on Sept 25, 2014 7:01:55 GMT -5
I really ought to double time on this damn rp. Just haven't seen a quiet moment this week.
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Post by CM Poor on Sept 25, 2014 20:52:42 GMT -5
RP is done. Like pulling f*ckin' teeth, man. I'll code it tomorrow, or decide I don't want to and just put it up raw.
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Post by jdfranchise on Sept 26, 2014 22:21:12 GMT -5
From the Dean household. Erica and I have our rps pretty well done. They will be posted after the deadline tonight because I am finishing coding both. Erica's wrists and hands have been acting up the last couple shows due to carpal tunnel and she has been losing feeling in both of them the past few days after typing. Our apologies to Axel and Garrett. Figured you guys should know what's going on.
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Post by Sleazyness on Sept 27, 2014 8:09:39 GMT -5
So, I have been introduced to my brother's girlfriend's sister. I have been talking to her for like a week and we have so much in common. She's been through a lot and yesterday I actually met her in person. She is just as awesome in person. We went to the varsity football game and we both socialized and what not all game. We both suffer from anxiety and depression. Hers is way more severe. She told me yesterday that it was the first time that she had a great time in a long time. RP ideas are going crazy now.
This coming week, I have to build a float for the homecoming game and we do that at my house. That will be going on all week. So, I should be back after this week coming up.
Kyle Matthews has only just started..
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Post by CM Poor on Sept 27, 2014 14:02:40 GMT -5
Video games are more fun when there's some sort of fantasy element to them. That's why I bought a used copy of NCAA 13. In high school, joining the marching band was the closest I was ever getting to the football team. Now? I'm the star QB.
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Post by Drakz on Sept 27, 2014 14:42:45 GMT -5
Everyone wanting in on the next show needs to sign the new show sign up.
Kyle glad to hear you're getting ammunition for future RPs.
SYE it still f*cking kills me to know you were in a marching band. People in the UK just can not understand that sh*t.
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Post by CM Poor on Sept 27, 2014 15:37:06 GMT -5
Everyone wanting in on the next show needs to sign the new show sign up. Kyle glad to hear you're getting ammunition for future RPs. SYE it still f*cking kills me to know you were in a marching band. People in the UK just can not understand that sh*t.Son, I wasn't just in it. I lived and breathed it (for like two and a half years). In the states, they usually give you the opportunity to join the band and start learning an orchestral instrument around 5th grade. I jumped on it then, and had like 3 months immersion on the snare drum, and then I had to up and move schools again and I just sort of dropped it. From 5th grade until my sophomore year of high school, I didn't touch an instrument aside from the guitar, which I'm self taught on and have been playing since I was about ten. The summer before my sophomore year, me and a buddy of mine met these girls and wound up dating 'em pretty steadily (this was the girl from my previous story). They were band chicks, and in high school, that comes with a pretty heavy commitment - football games each and every Friday, competitions on Saturday, practice at least three nights a week - and so we just sort of followed along. He didn't have much in the way of musical acumen, but I wanted in! I went to my old middle school, and the band director there was cleaning house and had this old ass, fouled out trumpet, and so I decided that's what I was going to play, and I signed up for some lessons through the high school. Around this time is when I discovered my natural acumen to be able to pick up just about any musical instrument and appear competent with it. This guy shows up for two whole lessons, then drops me like a bad habit when he becomes a headmaster at the school. I go to the guy that replaced him as band director, tell him my situation, and how I can't quite fit band class into my schedule during the day, and he tells me to just start showing up to their mandatory Tuesday practices after school, and I'd be in. So I do that for the rest of the year, and the school year ends, and it's time to join the marching band ('cause that sh*t eats up your whole summer). Band director tells me he's chock full of trumpets, and needs held on the low end, and asks me to play baritone horn. For those of you not familiar, it looks like this: I'm all upon that, 'cause by now I want to learn everything, and it just so happens that my gal at the time got relegated down to bari horn too, so summer lovin' was gonna have me a blast, except she was a counselor at some Christian camp all summer long (I'll take 'how did I come up with Danny Kirkbride' for $1,000 Alex!), but she's got the drive to learn the tunes on her own, shows up enough to learn the field drill, and so that year, having been the only member of the section tenured for more than a year, she's made section leader. Kinda cool, actually. Busy chick. I kept busy myself - I made some new friends. Endured some hot summer days. Got plenty of skin cancer, and come fall, I was a full fledged band kid. Summer happens again, lady friend takes off for camp once more, only this time, the band director isn't having any of this 'I'll be in band sometimes' crap. He lets her stay, but that prestigious title that goes usually to the senior class and the most experienced player? That falls to me, son. She didn't care much for that, and while a silly reason, that was probably the source of our relationship going sour during senior year. We also get a ton of new flashy equipment that year. That old horn above? Ditched! That's considered a concert horn, and looks kinda silly being marched with, so the school invests in a new set of marching horns, which look like this: Same instrument as above, but wrapped up to be held like a trumpet. All fifteen pounds of it. When marching a trumpet, you've got to hold it at an upward tilt, your arms boxed at 90 degrees. Fifteen pounds at that position gets heavy FAST. For a field drill, no big deal. A three hour parade on memorial day in a woolen outfit? Whole other story. I pretty much had to start each sectional practice with a hearty round of push-ups, and by the time football season was done and the marching kinda wrapped up, save for an odd parade here and there, the five of us were looking mighty fit. Unintended result, but kinda cool, nonetheless. And that, kids, is the surprisingly abbreviated story of how I taught myself to play two instruments, joined the band 4 years behind everyone else, became section leader, pissed off my girlfriend and set her on the road to dumping my ass and blaming the distance, and managed to get jacked for at least six months during my senior year.
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Post by bad guy™ on Sept 27, 2014 15:42:05 GMT -5
I despised matching band. Orchestra was cool though because we'd practice a couple times a week but the other three days we would just hang out for an hour in the band room which was the only room with AC in the building and it gets mighty hot here in April-May/September. I played clarinet and tenor sax.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2014 15:50:57 GMT -5
You guys want to hear a story? Of how the WFWF has helped me transform into a writer?
As some of you may know, when I first started here back in 2011, I was a very very horrible writer. Incoherent stories. Terrible insults spewed by my characters. (Hot Dogs anyone?). I was generally really bad. Probably the worst here.
Then I returned and read the RPs here. Constructive feedback. Then with help from you guys I improved slowly. Won my first championship, too.
Did terrible again as Solomon Crow. But I bounced back and improved some more. And now I've been selected to enter a national short story contest where the winner gets $140 and gets published.
So to any newcomers who don't read rhe feedback given in your RPs. I highly suggest you do so.
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Post by CM Poor on Sept 27, 2014 15:52:06 GMT -5
I despised matching band. Orchestra was cool though because we'd practice a couple times a week but the other three days we would just hang out for an hour in the band room which was the only room with AC in the building and it gets mighty hot here in April-May/September. I played clarinet and tenor sax. My senior year, our band director implemented his "band is band" rule, 'cause it really put a hair across his ass that some kids would take band class as an easy A (and an easy end of the day, being 7th period and all) and not put the effort into the previously extra curricular marching band. I didn't give a rat's. I liked it (on spite of the onboarding mandate that requires everyone who joins band to bitch about how much they hate it), and it lets me say I was an active participant in something years down the road. It also made me discover that I had a shred of talent. Since discovering that I could just learn trumpet with no real curve, I've picked up and taught myself bass, drums, mandolin, and ukulele. I gotta add a woodwind to the mix. Just gotta find a second hand tenor sax and start puffing.
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Post by CM Poor on Sept 27, 2014 15:59:34 GMT -5
You guys want to hear a story? Of how the WFWF has helped me transform into a writer? As some of you may know, when I first started here back in 2011, I was a very very horrible writer. Incoherent stories. Terrible insults spewed by my characters. (Hot Dogs anyone?). I was generally really bad. Probably the worst here. Then I returned and read the RPs here. Constructive feedback. Then with help from you guys I improved slowly. Won my first championship, too. Did terrible again as Solomon Crow. But I bounced back and improved some more. And now I've been selected to enter a national short story contest where the winner gets $140 and gets published. So to any newcomers who don't read rhe feedback given in your RPs. I highly suggest you do so. During my first stab at college back in '03, I took the mandatory English Comp. class, and it wound up being one of the only credits I could transfer years later when I went back. We had to do a descriptive piece. The summer I graduated from high school, one of my oldest friends was discovered in the barracks of his military station, handcuffed to his bed post, with a plastic bag over his head and secured to his neck. He was 20, and because it was on military grounds, it took a good three weeks or more before his body was finally returned to the states. This was my first brush with the death of someone my own age, and the level of work the funeral parlor had to do to make him presentable absolutely f*cked up my eighteen year old brain. I can still tell you every tiny detail about the day of his funeral, and since it was so fresh in my mind, I wrote about that. Apparently the English department thought it was really something, since before I dropped out I was contacted and sent to this big gala so they could give me an award for outstanding achievement in writing. I don't even have the placard they gave me. My mom might, but every time I looked at it, it just reminded me of my friend and didn't do anything to really make me feel good about my writing.
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Post by bad guy™ on Sept 27, 2014 16:38:55 GMT -5
It's not like your stuff sucked as Crowe, it's that you were flip flopping way too much between characters and ideas. For independent short stories, that could work great. For what is essentially a multi-chapter ongoing story, not so much. That was the major gripe, not your writing as a whole.
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Post by The Gangsta on Sept 27, 2014 19:02:40 GMT -5
I despised matching band. Orchestra was cool though because we'd practice a couple times a week but the other three days we would just hang out for an hour in the band room which was the only room with AC in the building and it gets mighty hot here in April-May/September. I played clarinet and tenor sax. My senior year, our band director implemented his "band is band" rule, 'cause it really put a hair across his ass that some kids would take band class as an easy A (and an easy end of the day, being 7th period and all) and not put the effort into the previously extra curricular marching band. I didn't give a rat's. I liked it (on spite of the onboarding mandate that requires everyone who joins band to bitch about how much they hate it), and it lets me say I was an active participant in something years down the road. It also made me discover that I had a shred of talent. Since discovering that I could just learn trumpet with no real curve, I've picked up and taught myself bass, drums, mandolin, and ukulele. I gotta add a woodwind to the mix. Just gotta find a second hand tenor sax and start puffing. Not kidding but the marching band at my school is currently one of the best in the state. Hell, they are the best team out of the fall sports, if you count it as one. Didn't jump the bandwagon (no pun intended there) to band a few years back and stuck with orchestra. Today, I could never see myself playing something in which you blow into. The strings are just natural to me I guess.
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Post by Drakz on Sept 28, 2014 16:19:09 GMT -5
Today, I could never see myself playing something in which you blow into. Something I know Kyzer will disagree with..... HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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