mmm marshmellows...

you want some?

*lifts my head up to look at you.* to see what you'll say.

have a seat then. help yourself

*sits*, so then... *roasts marshmella*, what are you thinking?

*men in white come for both*

*while roasting the marshmellow as khaos ask me a question. i wake up from being a space cadet and looks as if* where am i? does know where i am... but remembers what you asked me....

um... why and can you read my mind or something?


*looks at you all crazy and stares at you really.. really hard... in a silly way....covers my face with a brown lunch paper bag*

*cuts a hole for the opening of my mouth to eat the marhmellow and for the eyes to see*


can you read my mind now?

That is where it all happens. To be perfectly honest, high school isn't real life in any sense; it's this microcosm in which people spend the most influential years of their lives experimenting all their new-found "powers" on other people. It's a pissing contest, in other words. You will never fit in with everybody; I wouldn't even bother trying to fit in with most people. In fact, I didn't. They were some of the worst years of my life, but conversely, the years following high school were the best years of my life, because everyone seems to realize that categorization is pretty much a waste of energy.

Sadly, you just gotta wait; the word "never" is *never* applicable when it comes to these kinds of issues. It sucks to hear that, because you'd much rather fix the problem right now, but that would involve impossible or unnecessary change. You seem like a good guy, so I doubt you're the kind to ruin your own reality.

Just count down the years, brotha. It's fun.

thanks much...

ok i'll stop messing around with you khaos... because your all right for a guy and all... *nods head*

hopefully i haven't done or said anything mean to you.... if i have then tell me.


*hands you a heineken* since i'm drinking one.....or a few.... three is a few.... as far as i'm concerned.

to let you know i'm a light weight...

so am I... so lets drink! and thanks for the approval. I may not need it, but it still lets me have reason to "drink" with you. *passes out offa wine*

*looks down at you after you pass out... giggles... wiggles you around*

are you ok? oh well i'll let him sleep hehe.

This is all sound advice and very true. I had a similar situation. I hated highschool But directly after it I had the best times of my life.

Not to mention, and I think Antihero can back me on this one. But the girls outside of highschool when youre done with it are 100X hotter than the ones you knew IN highschool. Serious... I was with my woman in the mall the other day dreading her bi weekly shopping fix and I saw several girls I knew from highschool. Now I remember that they were considered pretty "hot" in school, but I was sitting there looking at them and they were pretty fucking beat up looking.

Highschool is its own little isolated environment where you get stuck seeing the same douchebags every day, the same ugly bitches, the same star wars action figure collecting lamers the same pink shirt collar popping faggots. So you lose sight of the big picture. That its really just what it is a tiny tiny vestibule of the real world. The small hallway where you grab your jacket and boots before you head out if you will.

oh yeah and don't ever never ever ever have kids .... and if you must wait till your like 40... thats another reason not to married a hi school sweetheart ... or anybody too close in age to you ... cause girls biological clock will have them begging for kids by the time they reach their 30's or even earlyier lol ... and kids are cute but they are life energy leeches that consume time .. funny thing is you probably be willing to give up that life ... so its better to have live well and abundant before you decide to spawn one of these evil things ...

well thats my plan and i'm stiking to it !

I never begged for children- kids annoy me- don't want any.
In fact I don't believe I can even have any.

HaHa- was a lucky one