Got Something You Want To Let Out?

well duh, talk to him! don't build him up to be something bigger than he is, he is only a member of the male species, after all, not that big of a deal (haha j/k) but yeah. i say go for it.

michael's a grungy long haired type, but not very quiet, so maybe you'll have better luck. i hope.

but yeah you should definitely go for it, maybe he likes girls that make the first move. you never know unless you try!

 

I have talked to him lol, he just doesn't really talk back. That's the problem.

 

dude talk about artisticy stuff, you have to talk about something he wants to talk about, and then he'lll be like, "dude, this girl is pretty cool i should talk to her more." cuz if he doesn't take the time to talk about something that interests him with someone who is willing to take the time and talk to him about it, then, sorry to say, he has a problem.

 

i forgot to mention im sort of a sadist, but i try to contain it...so far ive only killed snails....

 

Well yeah, like I said before, that's all I ever try to talk about with him because I know that's what he enjoys but he just says thanks and that's pretty much it. I see him talking and laughing with guys all the time, I think he's shy when it comes to girls.

He has an interesting back pack, he has the pillsbury doughboy sewed on it, then he sewed in a little speak bubble and it says "I'll eat your children". I keep laughing everytime I see it. I really have to talk to this guy some way or another lol.

 

@ evan: well i'm a sadomasochist but i hide that one real well.

@ anya: well you better talk to him soon or i'll hitchhike my happy ass down to florida and make you do it!!! try to make him see that you're a member of the female species, not that big of a deal...nothing to get all shy about.

 

funny i always assumed sadist and sadmasochist were different..but thats not an issue...sighs...

 

well i thought so too...but on nip/tuck she said he was a sadist cuz he liked inflicting pain. idk though...

and anyway i was trying to be funny. dude. i was trying to cheer you up!

 

actually come to think of it...im not really a sadist...just violent? im not sure really...what do you call a person thats silent and solitary but very aggressive when provoked?

 

Another case of apathy. Screw her, she's not worth it if she can't see what she's missing.

I know. It sounds silly and fucked up and you don't want to wait anymore, but unfortunately that's all there is to do; is wait for the right one. And she WILL come along. These girls have got to wise up soon. Stop going for the jackasses and start shooting for the good guys.



C'est tout dans temps dû, mon amour.

[i believe i said that right]

 

I know how you feel, Derek.
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They say that nice guys finish last, but only because the jerks cheat and take shortcuts along the way.

 

Derek, that's exactly how it goes for me, except that I don't go through girls like water...instead, I can't get even a first chance with anybody. It's just something that I realize is pretty much set in stone though, and there's not much I can do to change it. I'm just a loser, and I realize that. I'm pretty sure it'll get better for you though, cause it certainly better not get any worse, you don't deserve it.

 

What happens with me is that I can't bring up the nerve to ask someone out until I get to know them. They have to be friends first before I can go further. And by that point in time, I don't want to risk the friendship for some feelings that I have. =/

 

Hmm... Maybe "Le jour viendra" as "The day will come" may be more appropriate, but yeah that made sense . It's just that "in due time" can more or less be translated in French.

 

Don't listen to these haters, what I told you on MSN is logical. Nice, pure girls don't want a carbon copy of themselves 7 times out of 10. They want the exact opposite.

You're too nice. Amanda and girls on here might like that, but other girls? Not so much. They see you as a friend, nothing else. You need to be aggressive.

 

icky.

But to each their own, I guess.

 

Oh, right, because being nice and shy about how you like a girl is exactly what a girl wants, right? No. You need to pursue them and be blunt about it, not beat around the bush like a goddamn 4th grader.

 

Well yeah, there is a point where you have to take charge.

I however, am a total puss and can't do that at all. I know when I should, but I can't. I don't want to lose what we already have as friends. Friends for me come too few and far in between to waste it like that.

So I agree with Casey, but I don't necessarily do it because I'm a wimp.

 

So some time in the next couple of months, most likely in late February or early March, I'm going to be heading up to the Cleveland Clinic, one of the world's most-respected hospitals. The reason this is happening is because I'm going to be having a life-changing surgery. But before you start snickering and asking if you can have my penis in a jar, read ahead.

I have a chest deformity known as Pectus excavatum, which is caused by excess cartilage around my sternum, causing the sternum to be turned inward. Because of this, my heart's turned at an awkward angle causing it to beat twice as hard and about a third more than it normally should. Also caused by the deformity is a lung disorder in my upper brachial tracts which causes me to be short of breath all of the time, and my left lung is significantly smaller than it should be. On top of that, it's caused me to develop Scoliosis, which I started to get in about eighth grade when I started to "grow." Because my chest wasn't growing but my shoulders were, I developed Scoliosis on top of my Pectus excavatum.

The surgery's going to rectify the problem -- hopefully. I'm not sure which procedure they're going to use as there are several. But they all involve placing a truss rod behind my sternum to straighten it out after they remove the excess cartilage. There's also a good chance that they're going to "place" my heart in its proper position. The rod will be left in my chest for a number of months until the surgeons feel my sternum is well in place and then they'll remove it. Then I'll probably have to go through a month or so of rehabilitation to learn how to breathe properly with my new-found lung capacity. The surgery will leave me in the hospital for about a week and a half and then I'll be "on the sidelines" as my doctor put it for about three months after that. I'll be able to do everything except lift and masturbate (not that I really do that a whole lot anyway but that was one thing he mentioned -- that bastard). I probably won't be able to scream or sing for my band for a couple of months either. But by June or July I should be good to go.

The thing about the surgery is that I'm scared to fucking death. This is a huge surgery and I could easily die during it (ironic -- I know). It used to be considered a cosmetic surgery until it was proven that it was a genetic defect (in my case it runs through my mother's side of the family) and that insurance companies are practically required to cover it now -- or at least most of the cost. But the fact remains that I could die during the surgery. They're going to be playing around my chest. Last time I checked that was a pretty important piece of equipment. So when I leave for my surgery and if I don't come back, make sure you all forget about me because I'm not important.

Then on top of that I have a Thyroid problem. I'm hypothyroid, which means I should be insanely large. But I'm not. Since my metabolism's so high, I'm not gaining weight like I should be. So I've got to see a doctor about that as well and find out what's wrong with me there.

Now focusing on emo-related topics: there's a girl. I'm fairly certain I can win her heart if I try but I need to hang out with her some time. Or at least talk to her on the Internet for a little while first. She's almost never online though to talk so I can't really ask her to hang out. But maybe some time next week when we all go sledding I'll invite her. Which will be really weird since two other girls I like could very well end up being there. And that would be horrible. Since they're both my friends. So I've been beating myself up over this as well.

Oh. And my face is cut up from shaving. Dammit.