You know those people on the internet who you always see people asking advice from?
That was me just now.
Someone came
To me.
They told me first of all in a rather long message about how much they loved my blog, and them they asked me for advice.
I'm walking on clouds.
HEEEY YOU!!
HEY YOU!
Yes you. I have to tell you something REALLY important!
Okay, are you listening?
If you like my blog PLEASE let me know and PLEASE spread the word!You can comment, follow, tell your friends, strangers, tweet about it, link it in your Facebook profile, make flyers and pass them out, write the url in the sky with a plane, change your friends' homepages to it, have it tattooed on your face, send out a mass text, write a letter to your local congress, eat your vegetables, make a tribute band, start a chain letter, spray paint it on a building, spell it out with alpha-bits, use your wits to build a machine and brainwash the general public, make a trendy internet video, whisper it in a horse's ear, brand it on a cow, enslave the human race, make it your bible, tell it on the mountain, start a fan club, respect your elders, do a flash mob, call random numbers to tell them about it, make a piece of art using only posts from this blog, tweet it again, start a webcomic, make a board game, post it on reddit, signal boost on tumblr, make a t-shirt, start a cult, make a crappy flash game, write a book with an extremely similar situation, call your in-laws, spread it on the grapevine, stitch it in a baby's blanket, tell your kids, tell a little birdy, you know whatever!
Just please let me know!
Yes you. I have to tell you something REALLY important!
Okay, are you listening?
If you like my blog PLEASE let me know and PLEASE spread the word!You can comment, follow, tell your friends, strangers, tweet about it, link it in your Facebook profile, make flyers and pass them out, write the url in the sky with a plane, change your friends' homepages to it, have it tattooed on your face, send out a mass text, write a letter to your local congress, eat your vegetables, make a tribute band, start a chain letter, spray paint it on a building, spell it out with alpha-bits, use your wits to build a machine and brainwash the general public, make a trendy internet video, whisper it in a horse's ear, brand it on a cow, enslave the human race, make it your bible, tell it on the mountain, start a fan club, respect your elders, do a flash mob, call random numbers to tell them about it, make a piece of art using only posts from this blog, tweet it again, start a webcomic, make a board game, post it on reddit, signal boost on tumblr, make a t-shirt, start a cult, make a crappy flash game, write a book with an extremely similar situation, call your in-laws, spread it on the grapevine, stitch it in a baby's blanket, tell your kids, tell a little birdy, you know whatever!
Just please let me know!
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Call me Walmart; Shall I Compare Thee To a Root?; Book it Nikki
I feel kind of guilty about not posting. So here is three posts in one.
Sorry. I have(n't) been busy.
So let me talk to you again about PE.
I actually did end up trying to walk the other way. For a short while I had seven people following me but they eventually realized no one else was going to walk with them and turned back around.
A sheep is a sheep am I right?
I have a nickname now.
Walmart.
Yeah. They call me Walmart. Why? Because of how I play games.
I kind of forgot that these people don't already know my fool-proof method of blocking; Talking.
I don't just stand in front of someone and wave my arms, I chat with them. And my first question always is "Hey have you ever been to Walmart?"
Pair that with a couple of people forgetting what my actual name is and BAM. I'm Walmart.
Well...at least I have reasonable prices.
What else?
Oh yeah! Did I ever tell you about the poem someone wrote about me in seventh grade?
No?
Okay so in 7th grade we had a poetry unit. Sometimes we could go up to the front of the class and read what we had written to the class. Such was the case with Don.
He went up to the front of the class and said "This poem is about Nikki."
Of course everyone was instantly like "Oooooooooh" because we were 7th graders and that's what they do.
They didn't realize however that THIS would be the poem.
She's funny, she's smart, she's kind
She's Nikki
She is a ginger but she doesn't taste like one.
Shall I say WHAT?
First off, how Don was able to determine my decidedly ungingery taste is beyond me.
Even more beyond the grasps of my knowledge is why he would even put that in a poem in the first place.
But alas, it happened.
It's a pretty good story too.
Something else?
Books.
I love to read. Yep. I do.
Now I have never really liked reading assignments. The concept of being forced to read something and not being able to read as fast or slow as I'd like was not an appealing one.
But not lately.
Lately I've liked my reading assignments.
I'm going to end this post with just a bunch of books I like. It would be really cool if you...um...commented with some recommendations...
Sophie's World
Life of Pi
Hate List
Thirteen Reasons Why
Mysterious Benedict Society
May Bird
The Secret Series
Dear Dumb Diary
Eclectic I know. I was just reading my bookshelf there at the end...
Sorry. I have(n't) been busy.
So let me talk to you again about PE.
I actually did end up trying to walk the other way. For a short while I had seven people following me but they eventually realized no one else was going to walk with them and turned back around.
A sheep is a sheep am I right?
I have a nickname now.
Walmart.
Yeah. They call me Walmart. Why? Because of how I play games.
I kind of forgot that these people don't already know my fool-proof method of blocking; Talking.
I don't just stand in front of someone and wave my arms, I chat with them. And my first question always is "Hey have you ever been to Walmart?"
Pair that with a couple of people forgetting what my actual name is and BAM. I'm Walmart.
Well...at least I have reasonable prices.
What else?
Oh yeah! Did I ever tell you about the poem someone wrote about me in seventh grade?
No?
Okay so in 7th grade we had a poetry unit. Sometimes we could go up to the front of the class and read what we had written to the class. Such was the case with Don.
He went up to the front of the class and said "This poem is about Nikki."
Of course everyone was instantly like "Oooooooooh" because we were 7th graders and that's what they do.
They didn't realize however that THIS would be the poem.
She's funny, she's smart, she's kind
She's Nikki
She is a ginger but she doesn't taste like one.
Shall I say WHAT?
First off, how Don was able to determine my decidedly ungingery taste is beyond me.
Even more beyond the grasps of my knowledge is why he would even put that in a poem in the first place.
But alas, it happened.
It's a pretty good story too.
Something else?
Books.
I love to read. Yep. I do.
Now I have never really liked reading assignments. The concept of being forced to read something and not being able to read as fast or slow as I'd like was not an appealing one.
But not lately.
Lately I've liked my reading assignments.
I'm going to end this post with just a bunch of books I like. It would be really cool if you...um...commented with some recommendations...
Sophie's World
Life of Pi
Hate List
Thirteen Reasons Why
Mysterious Benedict Society
May Bird
The Secret Series
Dear Dumb Diary
Eclectic I know. I was just reading my bookshelf there at the end...
Friday, September 7, 2012
Now Entering: The Suck Zone
Yep. You guessed correctly. It's story time.
Okay, so every single day after school I walk over to my mom's work. There I sit from 3 until 5 when my mom gets off.
It's not that bad really. Sometimes I have clubs to go to like Improv Club and more often than not I have at least one person keeping me company till 3:30. The rest of the time is passed with reading or messing around on my iPod.
Today wasn't unlike any other.
I met up with my friends Sasha and Sam outside the school. We stood around in the shade and talked for a bit before heading on over the my mom's office. Once inside we sat in the lounge and ate the snacks that we had stored for us in there. It was a perfectly average picture. The only part of this that had been even remotely odd was when a lady walked by the room with two small dogs. Other than that though, it was just another day.
Par normal, Sasha left first then ten or so minutes later Sam left the building.
I took my stuff into my mom's actual work area. She shared the space with two other employees and there was a spare desk which I sat at when it came time to wait. I got on Tumblr got caught up on my dashboard and events going on within my fandoms. At about 4:30 I noticed how dark it was outside. Around this time my mom started chatting with the other people in the room.
They joked about leaving work early. There were some thunderstorm warnings headed our way and they wanted to see if they could beat the weather. The discussion was dropped and they went back to work.
Ten minutes later, the sirens went off.
Since we were siting in a room where one wall was made of windows, we all decided it would be best if we moved.
I grabbed my backpack and the four of us made our way across the hall to an office that had once been a closet. The lady in there welcomed us (and a few others in). We were informed that everyone else had gone home already. This lead to jokes about them getting swept off the road in the winds. It also lead to statements about how we should of left at 4:30.
Someone came into the office and said that we needed to go across the street to another building to seek shelter. They said that a tornado had touched down nearby.
Now it was pouring down rain outside.
And I meant pouring. It was just sheets of rain and the wind was whipping around. The sky was tinted green and lighting flashed every once in awhile.
We were clearly not going outside in that.
Instead we sat in the office thinking.
Someone eventually decided that we should probably consider a better shelter than this former closet. Going to our actual storm shelter was briefly considered but the idea was abandoned once we looked outside.
My mom said that we should go hide in one of the closets. It was a fairly good size and would be decent shelter should any twisters come our way.
However, right as we opened the door to the closet, the power went out.
And the closet wasn't exactly empty either.
As we opened the door and the power went out, the people who were already in the closet taking shelter screamed and shut the door.
About a dozen smartphones lit up and we made our way into the storage area.
The people inside were quick to welcome us into the closet. I sat on some boxes and listened at the people around me called loved ones and updated them on the situation.
Unfortunately for me, when the power went out, do did the Internet. I wasn't able to tweet about the whole ordeal which I was more upset about than the storm. Periodically someone went outside and gave us an update.
"It's real windy out there"
"Still storming."
"A tree fell down over onto the street."
After twenty minutes of sitting in the closet we determined that it was safe enough to go home.
Now, I should mention this. My mom doesn't exactingly park close to her work.
She parks close to my school to make it easier on me in the mornings.
Any other day this would have been fine.
But today it was raining cats and dogs. The walk to the car probably lasted around a minute, a minute and a half.
By the time we reached the car we were soaked. Like, soaked soaked. Like, swimming in your clothes soaked. Like, walking to your car in the pouring rain and getting splashed by passing cars soaked.
We made it to the car, however soggy, and set about going home.
Using the magic of hands free calling we got into contact with my dad. The conversation went something like this.
Mom: We just spent 20 minutes sitting in a closet!
Dad: Why?
Mom: We didn't want to go next door for shelter.
Dad: Why did you need shelter?
Me: The tornado?
Dad: There is no tornado.
Mom: They said that one touched down.
Dad: No it didn't.
Mom: The sirens went off.
Dad: Those were for high winds.
Mom: Oh
Dad: I'm going to go get a massage now.
I guess my mom's work has poor sources or something. My father was making it quite clear that THERE WAS NO TORNADO.
Feeling safer we decided to call up my sister Karen. We told her what happened, she was slightly whiny.
Before I say this next part, there is something you need to know.
We have clowns living by our neighborhood.
Daisie Mae and Spangles. They have a sign in their yard, a tiny smartcar (which we dubbed the clown car) and an RV.
Clowns in general are just creepy so imagine my surprise when I turn to see the clown RV right behind us.
I have no idea what fate was thinking.
"We already have the storm and power going out trope. They left the building so there's another...what does this horror movie need? Oh yes. Clowns."
Mom and I told Karen that the clowns were following us.
Karen said to ditch them as clowns were bad news.
Eventually we got home (clown free I might add). It seemed the fates had one last bit to throw in before leaving us be.
Pulling up into the driveway I noticed one thing.
My brother's sun roof was open.
I told him and he closed it, which for now I'm going to say was the close of my adventures today.
All in all? I'd give it 4 stars.
Okay, so every single day after school I walk over to my mom's work. There I sit from 3 until 5 when my mom gets off.
It's not that bad really. Sometimes I have clubs to go to like Improv Club and more often than not I have at least one person keeping me company till 3:30. The rest of the time is passed with reading or messing around on my iPod.
Today wasn't unlike any other.
I met up with my friends Sasha and Sam outside the school. We stood around in the shade and talked for a bit before heading on over the my mom's office. Once inside we sat in the lounge and ate the snacks that we had stored for us in there. It was a perfectly average picture. The only part of this that had been even remotely odd was when a lady walked by the room with two small dogs. Other than that though, it was just another day.
Par normal, Sasha left first then ten or so minutes later Sam left the building.
I took my stuff into my mom's actual work area. She shared the space with two other employees and there was a spare desk which I sat at when it came time to wait. I got on Tumblr got caught up on my dashboard and events going on within my fandoms. At about 4:30 I noticed how dark it was outside. Around this time my mom started chatting with the other people in the room.
They joked about leaving work early. There were some thunderstorm warnings headed our way and they wanted to see if they could beat the weather. The discussion was dropped and they went back to work.
Ten minutes later, the sirens went off.
Since we were siting in a room where one wall was made of windows, we all decided it would be best if we moved.
I grabbed my backpack and the four of us made our way across the hall to an office that had once been a closet. The lady in there welcomed us (and a few others in). We were informed that everyone else had gone home already. This lead to jokes about them getting swept off the road in the winds. It also lead to statements about how we should of left at 4:30.
Someone came into the office and said that we needed to go across the street to another building to seek shelter. They said that a tornado had touched down nearby.
Now it was pouring down rain outside.
And I meant pouring. It was just sheets of rain and the wind was whipping around. The sky was tinted green and lighting flashed every once in awhile.
We were clearly not going outside in that.
Instead we sat in the office thinking.
Someone eventually decided that we should probably consider a better shelter than this former closet. Going to our actual storm shelter was briefly considered but the idea was abandoned once we looked outside.
My mom said that we should go hide in one of the closets. It was a fairly good size and would be decent shelter should any twisters come our way.
However, right as we opened the door to the closet, the power went out.
And the closet wasn't exactly empty either.
As we opened the door and the power went out, the people who were already in the closet taking shelter screamed and shut the door.
About a dozen smartphones lit up and we made our way into the storage area.
The people inside were quick to welcome us into the closet. I sat on some boxes and listened at the people around me called loved ones and updated them on the situation.
Unfortunately for me, when the power went out, do did the Internet. I wasn't able to tweet about the whole ordeal which I was more upset about than the storm. Periodically someone went outside and gave us an update.
"It's real windy out there"
"Still storming."
"A tree fell down over onto the street."
After twenty minutes of sitting in the closet we determined that it was safe enough to go home.
Now, I should mention this. My mom doesn't exactingly park close to her work.
She parks close to my school to make it easier on me in the mornings.
Any other day this would have been fine.
But today it was raining cats and dogs. The walk to the car probably lasted around a minute, a minute and a half.
By the time we reached the car we were soaked. Like, soaked soaked. Like, swimming in your clothes soaked. Like, walking to your car in the pouring rain and getting splashed by passing cars soaked.
We made it to the car, however soggy, and set about going home.
Using the magic of hands free calling we got into contact with my dad. The conversation went something like this.
Mom: We just spent 20 minutes sitting in a closet!
Dad: Why?
Mom: We didn't want to go next door for shelter.
Dad: Why did you need shelter?
Me: The tornado?
Dad: There is no tornado.
Mom: They said that one touched down.
Dad: No it didn't.
Mom: The sirens went off.
Dad: Those were for high winds.
Mom: Oh
Dad: I'm going to go get a massage now.
I guess my mom's work has poor sources or something. My father was making it quite clear that THERE WAS NO TORNADO.
Feeling safer we decided to call up my sister Karen. We told her what happened, she was slightly whiny.
Before I say this next part, there is something you need to know.
We have clowns living by our neighborhood.
Daisie Mae and Spangles. They have a sign in their yard, a tiny smartcar (which we dubbed the clown car) and an RV.
Clowns in general are just creepy so imagine my surprise when I turn to see the clown RV right behind us.
I have no idea what fate was thinking.
"We already have the storm and power going out trope. They left the building so there's another...what does this horror movie need? Oh yes. Clowns."
Mom and I told Karen that the clowns were following us.
Karen said to ditch them as clowns were bad news.
Eventually we got home (clown free I might add). It seemed the fates had one last bit to throw in before leaving us be.
Pulling up into the driveway I noticed one thing.
My brother's sun roof was open.
I told him and he closed it, which for now I'm going to say was the close of my adventures today.
All in all? I'd give it 4 stars.
Monday, September 3, 2012
The Earth Only Rises
I've got a post for you! Tragically, it's a bit scattered. SOOOOOORRRRRY.
So I am an active Tumblr user. I post. I reblog. I track tags.
One of my tracked tags just happens to be Marble Hornets.
Last night, the MH fandom was freaking out because of two anons sending messages to everyone.
One was whimsical and fun (tothedentist) and the other was ominous. (gamesgamesgames222222)
By the time I was caught up on what in the world had happened to the tag, tothedentist had revealed his identity.
The fandom had a good laugh about it, after all, it was just a big joke.
games was still posting however. And unlike the dentist, he was only targeting one person in particular.
Enter tumblr user, madeofsquirrels.
games claimed to be her protector. But his posts were vague, creepy, and down right unsettling.
I come along this. I'll admit I have a tendency to cling to these sort of things. Something interesting is happening, I want a part of it.
So I sent games a message. The blog title was theother and so I just made a few connections and BAM. games has a better nickname
theother. totheother. totheotter. otter.
Otter replied with,
i sense good things
in you
I took this as my invitation to go on.
Now the vague nature of Otter's posts reminded me of Anaz. So I decided to bring that in. No longer was I cheerful parkitcharlie, no, I decided I was the creature of the night.
My next question bordered less on the silly and more on the 'here let me creeper stalk with you'
we can be for good or evil. pick your side.
Otter replied with
why not both?
At this point, Otter closed his inbox. I figure he had been getting flooded with asks. Mostly people worrying about squirrel's safety.
I took this time to make this: http://anazthecliff.tumblr.com/
At this point I was a part of it. I made a quick post regarding the otter from anaz to show I was around. The otter opened back up his inbox and I sent him this.
you opened back up your gates. i introduced my own. the difference between us is a cliff dear otter.
The reply?
clever duckling
I joined in with the vague posts. I tagged madeofsquirrels in a few post. It's all on the blog if you decide to look.
In time, Otter and I had group of people trying to figure out our intent. One in particular, researcherteague sat down and did...well...research!
About 10 hours after it began, The Otter ended it.
They revealed themselves to be tumblr user CheckAgain.
People were surprised. Madeofsquirrels said that she was in on it, but not at first.
This 10 hour stretch has been my first real fandom experience with Marble Hornets.
I think the best part was after when I contacted madeofsquirrels and they said that Anaz freaked them out the most. Perfectly reasonable since I just tacked myself onto the joke.
We all agreed that some day in the future we should start a new slenderman series based off tumblr.
The name?
The Earth Only Rises, after games first post.
So I am an active Tumblr user. I post. I reblog. I track tags.
One of my tracked tags just happens to be Marble Hornets.
Last night, the MH fandom was freaking out because of two anons sending messages to everyone.
One was whimsical and fun (tothedentist) and the other was ominous. (gamesgamesgames222222)
By the time I was caught up on what in the world had happened to the tag, tothedentist had revealed his identity.
The fandom had a good laugh about it, after all, it was just a big joke.
games was still posting however. And unlike the dentist, he was only targeting one person in particular.
Enter tumblr user, madeofsquirrels.
games claimed to be her protector. But his posts were vague, creepy, and down right unsettling.
I come along this. I'll admit I have a tendency to cling to these sort of things. Something interesting is happening, I want a part of it.
So I sent games a message. The blog title was theother and so I just made a few connections and BAM. games has a better nickname
theother. totheother. totheotter. otter.
Otter replied with,
i sense good things
in you
I took this as my invitation to go on.
Now the vague nature of Otter's posts reminded me of Anaz. So I decided to bring that in. No longer was I cheerful parkitcharlie, no, I decided I was the creature of the night.
My next question bordered less on the silly and more on the 'here let me creeper stalk with you'
we can be for good or evil. pick your side.
Otter replied with
why not both?
At this point, Otter closed his inbox. I figure he had been getting flooded with asks. Mostly people worrying about squirrel's safety.
I took this time to make this: http://anazthecliff.tumblr.com/
At this point I was a part of it. I made a quick post regarding the otter from anaz to show I was around. The otter opened back up his inbox and I sent him this.
you opened back up your gates. i introduced my own. the difference between us is a cliff dear otter.
The reply?
clever duckling
I joined in with the vague posts. I tagged madeofsquirrels in a few post. It's all on the blog if you decide to look.
In time, Otter and I had group of people trying to figure out our intent. One in particular, researcherteague sat down and did...well...research!
About 10 hours after it began, The Otter ended it.
They revealed themselves to be tumblr user CheckAgain.
People were surprised. Madeofsquirrels said that she was in on it, but not at first.
This 10 hour stretch has been my first real fandom experience with Marble Hornets.
I think the best part was after when I contacted madeofsquirrels and they said that Anaz freaked them out the most. Perfectly reasonable since I just tacked myself onto the joke.
We all agreed that some day in the future we should start a new slenderman series based off tumblr.
The name?
The Earth Only Rises, after games first post.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
P.E.
This post jumps topic a bunch, sorry. I was just reading Life of Pi and then I took a two hour nap so I'm kind of...I don't know, out there?
When there is no one around for me to talk to, I people watch.
I eavesdrop on conversations and I watch the way people interact with one another.
It's an interesting way to pass time really. And it's how I normally spend PE.
On the first day of school I made a prediction about two of my peers. It wasn't exactly a random guess, I had been listening to them talk all hour and I had gathered enough info.
My prediction was that the girl would leave her boyfriend who lived far away to be with this guy. She'd stop doing the distance thing in favor of what was right in front of her.
Each day since then I've watched their interactions and seen if there was any truth in my prediction.
I'll admit that there has been.
But predicting the love life of a teenager isn't terribly hard, so that's not the only thing I do.
These first few weeks we have been doing our fitness tests. Pacer. Push ups. Sit ups.
In this time I got to look at motivation.
There was plenty on the boys side. What with the testosterone and the competitive attitude, there was motivation there.
I really wish I could say the same for the girls.
I'm not saying there was no motivation, but it was certainly lacking.
There was the motivation for a good grade too, but really it was more of a competition for most.
But there is one thing I've been dying to see the results of.
You see every day before class we walk laps around the gym. So far, everyday we've been walking in the same direction. One of these days, I want to get changed first and start walking the opposite way.
Will they follow the leader or continue on with what they always did?
Or perchance I'm not the first, what if I just walk the other way on purpose? Would anyone follow me then?
I would like to know.
When there is no one around for me to talk to, I people watch.
I eavesdrop on conversations and I watch the way people interact with one another.
It's an interesting way to pass time really. And it's how I normally spend PE.
On the first day of school I made a prediction about two of my peers. It wasn't exactly a random guess, I had been listening to them talk all hour and I had gathered enough info.
My prediction was that the girl would leave her boyfriend who lived far away to be with this guy. She'd stop doing the distance thing in favor of what was right in front of her.
Each day since then I've watched their interactions and seen if there was any truth in my prediction.
I'll admit that there has been.
But predicting the love life of a teenager isn't terribly hard, so that's not the only thing I do.
These first few weeks we have been doing our fitness tests. Pacer. Push ups. Sit ups.
In this time I got to look at motivation.
There was plenty on the boys side. What with the testosterone and the competitive attitude, there was motivation there.
I really wish I could say the same for the girls.
I'm not saying there was no motivation, but it was certainly lacking.
There was the motivation for a good grade too, but really it was more of a competition for most.
But there is one thing I've been dying to see the results of.
You see every day before class we walk laps around the gym. So far, everyday we've been walking in the same direction. One of these days, I want to get changed first and start walking the opposite way.
Will they follow the leader or continue on with what they always did?
Or perchance I'm not the first, what if I just walk the other way on purpose? Would anyone follow me then?
I would like to know.
Saturday, August 25, 2012
I have a joke to tell you all...
Okay, so there is this wasp and he goes to wasp high school. Now he’s a bit of a nerd so all the other wasps make fun of him and call him names and stuff. Well one day, he just gets sick of it so he decides he’s going to transfer out of wasp school and into regular school. He gets to his new school and instantly he joins the football team. After a few weeks he’s already top of the class and he’s got loads of friends. By the end of the year he’s valedictorian and has a girlfriend and everyone loves him. Eventually he goes on to Harvard law and becomes a lawyer and he get’s married to his high school sweet heart. He becomes super successful and he and his wife even have a set of twins who they love dearly. The time comes for his 10 year wasp high school reunion. He decides to go despite only being there for a year and show all those wasps how great his life turned out. Sure enough they all apologize and he has to forgive all these people so his throat gets dry. He goes to get a drink of Sprite, because it’s his favorite drink, but the line is too long. So he goes over and tries to get a Coke, but the line is long there too. He doesn’t really like punch but he’s thirsty so he’ll take what he can get. So he goes over and what do you know?
THERE’S NO PUNCH LINE!
THERE’S NO PUNCH LINE!
The Tale of Really Serious Part 2: Awkward...
I guess It was only a matter of time before things with Really Serious got Really Awkward.
After Really had figured out I wasn't that far away and I wasn't that much older it got personal.
Really informed he was a guy named Dakota. I told him my name was Charlie.
Since I was totally not telling the truth about my name I think it's pretty safe to say I am just going to keep referring to him as Really Serious.
He then asked if we were friends.
Now, I wasn't going to say no. Though in hindsight I probably should have.
I told him I guess.
At this point I was just expecting it. It didn't really come as a shock to me when Really sent me this message
RS: i dont even know if ur cute or not
I figured what the heck? I'm as cute as a button.
Me: Trust me, I'm adorable
His reply to this and how the conversation continues cracks me up. I have no clue how he was raised but I think he watches WAY to much Secret Life of The American Teenager.
RS: u sure
Me: Positive
RS: how positive
Me: Like a proton
RS: if ur so cute then you must have a bunch of boyfriends
It's his wording that gets me. Does Really expect that I just have like five boyfriends? Is that how he thinks it works? I have no idea but it's something to think about.
Me: Not at the same time
RS: how many u have now?
How many do I have now? What kind of a question is that?
Me: Let's count them! One, two, zero.
RS: u don't have one
I decided to take this time to poke fun at him again, though he didn't seem to notice. (Most likely he was too busy trying to figure out if he had a chance...)
Me: You sure are a quick one
RS: thank u thank u very much
I didn't reply to this as I was hanging out with my friend at the time. This time he took action to get the conversation running again.
RS: i ain't got one either
Of course I knew he meant a girlfriend but the entire reason I had kept texting him was to troll a little so instead I replied.
Me: Darn. I was hoping for a sassy gay friend.
RS: seriously
RS: I meant girlfriend
Me: I know. I am messing with you
RS: yeah totally i knew that
He didn't.
Later he went on to ask me why I didn't have a boyfriend so I told him a story that had nothing to do with his question. This eventually got him to change subjects.
It didn't last forever and he brought it back to his dreams of having an older girlfriend with this text.
RS: So do i sound cool maybe later I'll send a pic
I don't really want him to, because I know exactly what will happen if he does.
I don't even post pictures of my face to people I do have a good relationship with online, so no Really, I probably won't send one to you.
He probably will end up communicating with me soon enough so keep your eyes peeled for Part 3.
After Really had figured out I wasn't that far away and I wasn't that much older it got personal.
Really informed he was a guy named Dakota. I told him my name was Charlie.
Since I was totally not telling the truth about my name I think it's pretty safe to say I am just going to keep referring to him as Really Serious.
He then asked if we were friends.
Now, I wasn't going to say no. Though in hindsight I probably should have.
I told him I guess.
At this point I was just expecting it. It didn't really come as a shock to me when Really sent me this message
RS: i dont even know if ur cute or not
I figured what the heck? I'm as cute as a button.
Me: Trust me, I'm adorable
His reply to this and how the conversation continues cracks me up. I have no clue how he was raised but I think he watches WAY to much Secret Life of The American Teenager.
RS: u sure
Me: Positive
RS: how positive
Me: Like a proton
RS: if ur so cute then you must have a bunch of boyfriends
It's his wording that gets me. Does Really expect that I just have like five boyfriends? Is that how he thinks it works? I have no idea but it's something to think about.
Me: Not at the same time
RS: how many u have now?
How many do I have now? What kind of a question is that?
Me: Let's count them! One, two, zero.
RS: u don't have one
I decided to take this time to poke fun at him again, though he didn't seem to notice. (Most likely he was too busy trying to figure out if he had a chance...)
Me: You sure are a quick one
RS: thank u thank u very much
I didn't reply to this as I was hanging out with my friend at the time. This time he took action to get the conversation running again.
RS: i ain't got one either
Of course I knew he meant a girlfriend but the entire reason I had kept texting him was to troll a little so instead I replied.
Me: Darn. I was hoping for a sassy gay friend.
RS: seriously
RS: I meant girlfriend
Me: I know. I am messing with you
RS: yeah totally i knew that
He didn't.
Later he went on to ask me why I didn't have a boyfriend so I told him a story that had nothing to do with his question. This eventually got him to change subjects.
It didn't last forever and he brought it back to his dreams of having an older girlfriend with this text.
RS: So do i sound cool maybe later I'll send a pic
I don't really want him to, because I know exactly what will happen if he does.
I don't even post pictures of my face to people I do have a good relationship with online, so no Really, I probably won't send one to you.
He probably will end up communicating with me soon enough so keep your eyes peeled for Part 3.
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