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I'll bring the chips.

Wow, when I was little, I wanted to be a paleontologist, too! Must be a trend. I was really enamored with dinosaurs and biology, to the point I even had some bedclothes that had an explanation of DNA sequencing on 'em... I think I still have them somewhere. I really kept changing what I wanted to be every ten seconds, though. For example, I wanted to be an electrician, then a meteorologist, then an Air Force pilot, then an engineer who designed cars and motorcycles, etc. My career choice nowadays is a bit different, but I still love my automobiles and science, and I'm still considering going into the Air Force.

Should I...? Well, here goes. This is kind of a doozy, so bear with me if I skip the pretty details. >.> One of my biggest regrets comes from when I was much younger. I didn't know much about sex then and the risks that came with it, and I was a pretty overall irresponsible person with issues, so I fooled around with some random mook in my class after much harassment from him. We didn't do it or anything, but it later led to rumors about me being a slut (which, unfortunately, wasn't so much a rumor at all), a short pregnancy scare when I skipped my period soon after the experience (it was because of the meds I was on, actually), and I ended up hating his guts later on. Annnddddd... he was a guy. The crap I had to put up with before I transferred schools really messed me up, and nowadays I even have to have counseling because I'm too anxious to talk to members of my own age group head-on. However, it did make me a more conscientious person overall, tougher, and I discovered that boys were really kind of gross and that I'd rather be with a girl. So, there ya' have it. Although the whole fiasco brought me a lot of grief, it made me into a more grown-up individual. And nowadays I know that I can always punch someone even after I say "no" to get the point across.

Not really. I've worked all my life to become the person I am now and wouldn't throw it away if I were offered a million dollars. Reverting would be a waste of sixteen and a half years.

Here, have some Sondheim.

I read in a book once that while we think we have control over the things we do, in all reality, we let others make decisions for us, whether it be how we perceive how society "should" be, or even as mundane as choosing which brand of soda to buy in the marketplace, as advertisements and media influence us. In other words, we allow things and people to fill our heads for us so we don't have to think hard about anything. Considering how said book affected me without my having to come to a conclusion sans novel, I can't help but think that the author might've been on to something. Without putting a supreme deity or whatever into the equation, I believe that our only free will lies in the ability to manipulate others and shape society for the advancement or even just the survival of our race so we don't descend into pure anarchy. For example, when you do something good, you are manipulating into making others think that the action is intrinsically benevolent, even though our definitions of "good" and "bad" are just simplified perceptions of human nature that don't necessarily occur anywhere else. Likewise, when you commit a crime, you manipulate others into thinking it's a heinous thing to do, so that the major lot of us will act "good" from then on. We have already tamed ourselves so much and shared our ideas and manipulated others into believing them that untainted, original free will no longer exists anymore but in a corrupt form. We can't just murder someone because "hey why not" and nobody won't care because it's "free will, so he can do whatever", so perhaps it's for the best... I hope that made sense. I'm not very good at conveying my ideas via typing. Also, about choosing to be gay... biology is completely unrelated to human free will. It's not like you chose to have brown eyes, or red hair when you were born, so choosing sexuality makes about as much sense to me as choosing to walk barefoot on a bed of molten lava. The only thing you can "choose"--or be manipulated into--is your belief in a religion, or even lack of one. Sin is a definition we have created for ourselves, and now I believe we must manipulate ourselves into reevaluating it.

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I watch paid programming. Works for me every time.

Hmm... all I can really say is that I just force myself to do it. o.o; I find that whenever I stop focusing on making my writing pretty, especially for the first draft, the words tend to flow a lot easier and I come up with more ideas.

I hate dreams. Same old shit, every night. I go poof into some world that doesn’t belong to me, play along with a lot of nonsense, and then I wake up. Sometimes I remember the dream, sometimes I don’t. I couldn’t care less. I don’t know what the point of remembering is, anyway. I mean, dreams get me riled up. Sometimes, I dream that I won that contest. Next day, in reality, I get last place. Sometimes, I dream that a monster is eating me. N

This is the story of the corrupt land, the universe, the cynical mage, and her fallout with reality...

Hmm. "We're in love with love". I like that. I would like to think that the harder one looks for love, the less successful he or she will be. It's not something you can find with a treasure map, and it's certainly not something you can force yourself into. Wait for it to happen to you and that special person. You have all your life to find it. For now, all I can say is to be discriminant about the partners you choose. If he seems to want to get you in bed right away, dump him. You won't get anywhere... Trust me, I've been there. I believe that love isn't something that happens right away. I think it's something that blossoms as the years go on, and you continuously want to spend your life with that person. While I definitely believe in it, I don't think that it's quite as simplified as everyone makes it out to be. Keep chugging along; it'll happen eventually.

"Y'know, you're almost as smart as your brother." I kid you not.

Been obsessed with this album for a while, and this is one of my favorite songs! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ym5g2Ob6oBo&feature=channel_video_title

Your story sounds interesting! Besides what others have already said, try your best to avoid "-ly" words. It might sound nit-picky, but when you limit a few adverbs to a page, your sentences tend to flow much better, and keep the reader engaged. I hope to see your story here soon... happy writing!

I'm out online and to my psychologist. I also told my mom, even though she doesn't take me seriously despite how much I stare at chicks, sketch ladies in compromising situations, and promptly grunt "no" whenever she points out a guy to me and asks if I find him cute. I also told my brother, but he doesn't take me seriously, either. I mean, I don't have very many stereotypically "lesbian" traits, and I find some guys attractive, but if it's a phase to them, it's rather impressive that it's lasted from since I was a little girl. Thus, I'm not sure whether I'm not just in the closet but in Narnia, or whether I haven't been living in one to begin with.

I dunno if this counts, but one time I was in the city and I saw this beggar with a sign that read something along the lines of: "Ninjas stole my girlfriend's wallet. Need to support her." I totally spared a dime, seeing as I get quite vexed whenever ninjas try to steal from me.

Professional dominatrices are pretty hot. Okay, jk, jk. Airline stewardesses make me swoon.

Congrats, everybody!

I like opera. I also like to play the piano, write, and come up with game ideas, even though I don't have the proper software to develop them yet. And... I also have a great interest in pathology, as irrelevant to my other hobbies as it is.

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Go for it! If you wait too long, you might end up not having feelings for him anymore, and then that would have been a major waste of time. After all, the worst he can say is "no".

Yes, grunting is my prime method of communication. I really am losing more and more interest in men as the days drag by. As for my sexuality, I don't really care if I'm pigeonholed as a "lesbian" or "bisexual". It only makes me mad if someone automatically assumes what my orientation is. I agree; I believe that human sexuality is a broad spectrum with so many variations on it that a few terms couldn't possibly cover it all! Thus, while I don't necessarily care what you call me, for now I merely think of myself as "sexual".

I don't really have any particular kind of girl in mind, but what I always look for is maturity. I have had so many bad run-ins with others before, that I need to be able to effectively communicate with her. I don't need her to be witty, or quick, but just a deep thinker in general. And... I'd like it if she would understand me, and if I could understand her. I would also like her to be in touch with her emotions, but still practical. I don't need her to be all that romantic or anything, but just... nice.

This post is going to be a bit angsty, so beware! The moment I would relive again was when I unwittingly arrived upon the scene of my own friend's death. Sounds sick, yes? My father and I were going out for dinner, when we were stopped at an intersection due to an accident. I made a really mean remark about it, not knowing that only a few minutes before, my own friend had made the foolish mistake of jaywalking right in front of a car, being run over, and ultimately killed. I learned about it later that night, and realized that I'd completely trampled over him. I'd made it seem like that those people who get in accidents are far away, and could never affect me. Therefore, it was okay to make nasty comments about them. I learned a life lesson from that incident, but I will never be able to live my insensitivity down. That's why, if I could return to that intersection two years ago, I would stop myself from saying that thing. I don't think I would be able to, or should, prevent his death, but I could still preserve his and my respect.