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Nov 19, 2007 20:42:45 GMT -5
Post by Meluivan Indil on Nov 19, 2007 20:42:45 GMT -5
Well that makes two giggles. My school life was officially funny.
Maybe I should tell you all how I apparently beat up at least ten girls my junior year and I never laid a hand on a single one of them. Boy did I have a bad reputation. But at least in the rumors I never lost a fight.
M.
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Nov 19, 2007 20:47:02 GMT -5
Post by neb92 on Nov 19, 2007 20:47:02 GMT -5
lol. As long as you never lost a fight your street rep was good. God, that's entertaining.
Neb
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Nov 19, 2007 22:34:03 GMT -5
Post by Meluivan Indil on Nov 19, 2007 22:34:03 GMT -5
Oh yes, I was feared in my school but as I've already told you I was one of the shyest kids around. I guess everyone just mistook my shyness for being cold and calculating or something. And it didn't help that I never denied any of the stories. I just sat back and let the rumors fly.
M.
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Nov 19, 2007 22:38:53 GMT -5
Post by neb92 on Nov 19, 2007 22:38:53 GMT -5
Having a street rep is a good thing. I'm pretty sure that half the kids in my grade think I'm gay because I don't go around talking about fighting people all of the time and because I won't join the football team. I need a street rep actually lol.
Neb
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Nov 20, 2007 6:24:44 GMT -5
Post by Meluivan Indil on Nov 20, 2007 6:24:44 GMT -5
You sound like 95% of my guy friends from school but only a couple of them were actually gay. But none of them talked about fighting much. I hung out with the loners. The kids that no one else were interested in. There were about ten of us. We each had other friends that we hung out with at times but we all ended up back together when it was over with. And we all had something that we were good at.
One guy could play the guitar better than any guy I've ever met but he had had a horrible life, in and out of foster homes so he acted tougher than he was and it earned him a bad rep. But I don't remember him ever being in a fight either.
My best friend was a troublemaker and I hate to admit it but a professional liar. She could tell anyone a lie and make them believe it. Beleive me, I was the recipient of alot of those lies.
Now the guy who eventually became my best friend had more charm in one pinky than I do in my entire body. He had this way about him that made people want to do anything he said. It came in real handy in college when he was a waiter. We were roomates then and he used to come home with three times the normal amount of tips. His customers loved him and he was the most popular waitor at that place. He's a real estate salesman in Texas now. Boy do I miss him. But he was a closet gay in high school but one that everyone knew just had to be, so he got lumped into our crowd too.
I was the group psychologist. Anyone had a problem and they came to me. I spent more time in high school fixing broken relationships and trying to smooth out parent/child relations than I had relationships myself. But that made me seem too smart for alot of the kids outside of our group, but I spent so much time trying to help everyone else that my grades suffered for it.
I had one friend who's family was strictly religious. The whole women wear skirts and not pants, they never cut their hair, they don't dance. Her mom was a strange woman but for some reason even though I didn't fit any of their religious beliefs she liked me. She was even cruel enough once to tell her daughter that she liked me more than her. I didn't like that at all but we found out that whenever I was around she wasn't mean to my friend and she let her do pretty much whatever I wanted to do. So I became a semi permanent fixture over there or her at my house.
All of my friends were either strange or different in a way. Too shy, too loud, too rebelous, too gay, too smart, you name it we were all too something. But none of us cared about that as long as we had each other.
Now where are those friends now? They guy that could play the guitar is a husband and father and he has a local job that's decent. I see him from time to time and he always gives me a hug, no matter what.
My old roomate as I said was in Texas. I talk to him every so often but I still miss him dearly.
The girl who's mother was cruel, her mom up and dissapeared one day about ten or so years ago and no one has heard from her since. My friend is a single mom and it going to college to become a nurse. I see her about once a week at Wal-Mart and we remininsce.
The liar, well our friedship didn't end so good. She got po'd at me because I wouldn't lie for her at her divorce hearing and say that I was sleeping with her soon to be ex. Now, don't laugh at this but eight years later I ended up marrying her ex. We ran into each other and started reminiscing about old times and ended up dating and next thing you know, we were married. We always joke that the first time around he just missed getting the right friend to the alter, but I was their Matron of Honor so he was close. She now is married but gives me dirty looks evertime she sees me. And has spread some pretty good rumors to try to split us up. She has her own man, why should she care that I'm married to her ex? Jeesh.
Okay reading back over that I see that I'm gonna get a few more giggles. But yes we were a strange lot and that's only about half my friends. I didn't even tell you abut the guy that was 6'2" and about as big as a house. One of the most gentle and sweet guys I've ever met. Too bad he spent most of high school stoned out of his head.
M.
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Nov 20, 2007 7:20:14 GMT -5
Post by neb92 on Nov 20, 2007 7:20:14 GMT -5
*blinks a few times* Dear God, you're life is full of drama. And you married your ex-best friends ex-husband? That's something that I haven't seen in real life... Lol.
That sounds like an awesome group of friends. Sadly, I change friends just about once every two years or so. Our schedules just get changed from what they were when we were younger and I start hanging out with different people. Kind of sucks actually. I love all of my friends though, even if we're not close anymore we still talk occasionaly.
Currently I hang out with a bunch of hormonal teenage girls. If you ever hear me refer to a romance novel as a porn book, that's where the inside joke comes from. My friends buy the cheap three dollar romance novels in Walmart and read them, bookmark all of the s*x scenes, then trade them. Wierd girls, let me tell you.
Although, that's kind of an interesting mixture there. We have a jock, a JROTC person, a prep, a goth, a guy that everyone seems to think will get married to the JROTC person (we laugh every time someone asks if it'll happen), the quiet reliqous guy, the short loud person, and me, whom I shall just describe as a unique choir geek. ;D
I've never actually took a look at it before, and I realized that all we need to make our group complete is a band geek... I'll have to work on that.
Neb
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Nov 20, 2007 9:20:23 GMT -5
Post by Meluivan Indil on Nov 20, 2007 9:20:23 GMT -5
Yes, I married my ex-best friends ex-husband.
I also had a date with my closet gay friend on the night that his girlfriend gave birth to his best friend's baby.
And another ex friend of mine stole another friend of mine's boyfriend away and married him then she cheated on him with his best friend. As a result the friend that got her boyfriend stolen won't talk to me because I remind her of the love of her life being stolen. Little overdramtic me thinks.
Oh and the reason my husband divorced his ex was because he caught her in bed with his best friend.
Okay, yeah I could write a tell all book about all of our lives but I really don't want the publicity on that one. Not to mention the hate that would go with it.
And I used to read those porn books as you call them but I called them smut novels. Just wait though, if you are friends with a bunch of girls you'll have plenty of stories to tell by graduation and even more when they start pairing up and marrying.
M.
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