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Cheyenne
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Jun 11, 2012 10:36AM
Yeah, I know what you mean. It's cloudy all the time in Sac too. (In winter+fall) And then it rains when you're sick of winter and ready for summer...
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Edward wrote: "I mostly disliked it (California). I lived where it was always cloudy and never raining. If it just rained, I would've been so happy, but the constant cloud combined with the lack of rain is just..."Really??? It rains all the time down here. Winter and spring mostly, but summer, too. And hardly cloudy... which part o CA did you visit???
That's pretty much where we lived, except that we were on base. Camp Pendleton was the only good thing I remember.
I never lived on base. My mom divorced my father when I was a baby. But my medical insurance is through the military, so whenever I go to the doctor it's on base. Him being retired military is also why I have an ID I guess. I didn't know that most people don't get an ID until they're 18. I always assumed that all my friends had ID's. It came as a shock when I found out they didn't. It seemed so strange.
(PG-13)The unscrupulous and armed men, a battered fifteen-year-old boy, and an already mature sixteen-year-old girl. The situation didn't look good; even Terry had to admit that things had finally crossed into "dangerous" territory.
Evelyn stared at the scene, mouth covered by her hands, and seemed to freeze. She didn't move when the only thug without a weapon slowly approached, seemed incapable even when he brought up a thin whip like wire. Terry, rather aggrivated by her mysterious inactivity, started yelling at her.
"Run! Get out of here! This is a private function! We don't like in-"
She had moved by the second exclaimation point, but Terry would've kept going if a police batan hadn't rather inconviently collided with his head. Evelyn didn't make it very far; by the time Terry's vision had recovered from the blow, the thug with the garroting wire had already dragged her back behind the building.
What followed was a predictable string of lewd comments, most of which Terry only half understood. All three thugs encircled her, pushing her around, throwing out taunts, all to prove how helpless she was. The one with the wire held one arm around her neck and slowly started to slip a hand down her shirt.
"Hey, did y'all forget about me?"
They all looked back at the blonde teenager with confusion boardering on shock. Already, Terry was somehow standing and even taking a steady karate forward-leaning stance.
The thug with the knife flung the blade up in the air and caught it as casually as he could. "Sorry, but the girl's prettier than you."
"I won't argue that," Terry replied, an impossible smile wrinkling his face. "But I have more endurance."
The three thugs traded looks and nodded. The batan-thug and knife-thug closed in on the battered and bleeding boy.
(To be concluded)
Cheyenne *Nackie* wrote: "I never lived on base. My mom divorced my father when I was a baby. But my medical insurance is through the military, so whenever I go to the doctor it's on base. Him being retired military is also..."Yeah, that was a funny moment, finding out that most people don't have IDs before a driver's permit.
M wrote: "Wherever you live, there’s always someplace worse."Logically, that assumes an infinite universe.
There was a patient who would come in. The doctor would say, “What brings you here today?” The patient would reply, “The bus.” It was a logical answer, but it didn’t say good things about the patient’s intelligence.
Then there are people who take "language is communication" to the logical extreme and assume that as long as you can get your point across, you don't need anything resembling proper grammar or eloquence. It's quite annoying, since I know someone who actively criticizes me for my "obsession" with English.
"I am incurably convinced that the object of opening the mind, as of opening the mouth, is to shut it again on something solid." - G.K. Chesterton.
M wrote: "There was a patient who would come in. The doctor would say, “What brings you here today?” The patient would reply, “The bus.” It was a logical answer, but it didn’t say good things about the patie..."Well their reply could've been due to lack of intelligence, or they were just a very wry, sarcastic person. My best friend would say something like that, but it wouldn't be because of any shortage of brains. Actually someone once asked where she was from and she replied, "My mother's womb."
The patient wasn’t someone with a dry sense of humor, but someone with a low-average intelligence, so he tended to take things literally. He couldn’t help it.
Alex, that’s nice of you to say, though witty I’m not. Extremely irreverent, yes. I seem to have been born wired that way.
Well ... you halfway to being witty, at least - wait, nevermind. I don't want to insult anyone.Actually, I find you quite amusing, M.
How do you keep up with this and Facebook? I’m not fast enough.Alex, you’re far too kind! I can’t think of any way to reply.
I was born in the Internet Age. Well, born at the right time to develop my skills in my teen years.Multitasking is actually not a very good thing, from what I've heard. Hey, vaguely-remember, potentially-unfounded medical theories - welcome to the Internet!
Kyra, I heard there are some honeycombs stashed in the sail locker, in the bin where they keep the needles and thread and such. Just a rumor . . .
Hm. In a group or something? Perhaps I should use facebook... Anyways you guys are pretty much the only interesting people I 'know'. There are a few exceptions to that statement though.
Edward is easy to have a conversation with! He’s the only person I know of on the W.S.S. who is familiar with the old Star Trek series.
M wrote: "Edward is easy to have a conversation with! He’s the only person I know of on the W.S.S. who is familiar with the old Star Trek series."Not familiar; I'm just starting it all. I'm trying to watch it with a friend who doesn't come over as reliably as I'd like. I also think he doesn't get the whole philosophical subtext ...
Yeah, I know about the chat thing. I can make a penguin emoticon there. Yes, I'm very proud of that fact.
Cheyenne wrote: "Yeah, I know about the chat thing. I can make a penguin emoticon there. Yes, I'm very proud of that fact."I never use emoticons or chat speak (except to signal an abrupt departure from my computer). Yes, I'm very pround of that fact.
... How do you make a penguin?
I just don't know exactly where to find the option. I know I have to delete all my photos and whatnot.
I don't have a facebook, nor do I want one. Well, I kind of want one, but only because my favorite language arts teacher EVER is moving to Denver, and she said she's making a Facebook profile for all her past students to keep in touch with her and her classmates. Besides that, I don't know what I'd use an account for.
Hit the arrow at the top right, go to account settings, go to security, hit "deactivate your account," and then do not even accidentally sign in for ninety days.That, or take an EMP to their servers.
Basic communication, for me. I don't have a phone because I don't like to be disturbed when I'm in the middle of something, but Facebook works like an e-mail account with a billboard on the side; if someone has a specific message they want to send me, I can pick it up and reply to arrange something, or I can just scan the Wall to see general subjects to bring up later. Or, with M and Al, I just have conversations with people.It's just another method of communication; the key is to avoid letting it become your primary method of communication.


