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Polls / Who pays?
« on: February 20, 2006, 07:23:35 pm »
The person being visited pays. It's like in France: if you invite someone to go to dinner, you pay because YOU'RE the reason he is there. It's like inviting someone to your house, but expepcting them to bring his own food. Or pillows, blankets, and bed. Or toilet. It seems pointless and impolite.

Inviting someone to your house for, say, vacation is an attempt to free someone from whatever problems he has at home and it's helping him. With that, it's helping him both mentally (getting away from work, etc.) and financially. Expecting him to pay is saying, "I want to help you, but only a little," which, to me, is bullshit.

I don't know . . . I don't really understand rudeness and inconsideration anymore. I've grown up and realized being mean isn't cool. Isn't it sad that people allow themselves to think that way?

EDIT: PS I would never expect someone to pay for me if I was visiting a relative or friend, but I think it's universal that that's how it goes. I don't know. Nevermind. I feel retarded. I just like manners.

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Creative Endeavors / French Quarter After Eleven
« on: July 25, 2005, 10:47:29 am »
Thank you.

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Completely Off-Topic / Pass the Potato!
« on: July 19, 2005, 04:18:22 pm »
http://www.passthepotato.com/potato-1.php?potatoid=050719195203-292321  

Click on this and pass my potato. It's sad. Help me. :D

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Creative Endeavors / French Quarter After Eleven
« on: July 11, 2005, 07:20:40 pm »
Lately, Fall seems like it couldn't come any sooner,
But thank you for calling to say goodbye.
I don't want to spend another night alone,
But I hope Louisiana's enough without me.
And every now and then, I think about your face and hold your last letter,
While I lie down far away from that blanket that reminds me so much of you.
"I was just calling to remind you that I miss you more you'll ever know."
It was a bad idea to write a song so inappropriate for you.
I guess that I should say: this November when you're falling behind,
Look down your street to see if the willow tree is blowing with the wind,
That's the same temperature as that in Germantown,
And remember I miss you.
You told me the most beautiful place you'd ever been was the forest.
(It's such a bad, bad song for such a pretty girl.)
But thanks for everything, and I promise one day,
I'll write you a better song,
And take you to where the trees that used to blow bloom golden.
To me, this is the most appealing place by your beautiful side.
And with my blue eyes of yours, I'll see my black reflection,
And understand you're more to me than summertime.
If I could hear you laugh, I swear it would make my day.
But until then, you know I know, and my September is slowly on its way.

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Creative Endeavors / Misconceptions in South Central
« on: June 15, 2005, 11:42:33 am »
The sound of rain hitting more rain, well I know I’m right.
All I can say is I missed you so much tonight.
My senses are gone, except the one that tells me I know your face.
And I just fell in love with you.
After this night and all our long conversations,
Your face, from what I remember, reminds me that I’m not the only one.
Well maybe I am the only one as lonely right now. Can you see me?
But I just fell in love with you.
Do you remember that I’d never seen the sunrise,
Until Monday morning with Sraylight Run on the radio: sing me anything,
Because I just fell in love with you.
So I snuck out again tonight. But what’s the difference,
When I look up and tell myself, “This isn’t right”?
It's not right, and I just fell in love with you.
Well I don’t know, but maybe you’re lying in bed like I am.
It's two o'clock in the morning, and I just fell in love with you.
It’s two o’clock in the morning, that’s four hours I have.
But don’t say goodnight, because I don’t want to miss you that much.

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Creative Endeavors / C'est Vous Pres de Mardi Gras
« on: June 01, 2005, 05:04:30 pm »
Tu n'aime pas les Francais, pourquoi?

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Creative Endeavors / Bacon
« on: May 31, 2005, 07:28:34 pm »
My brother and I, we talk about the Summer time.
Now I’m falling for you, and I don’t really care.
See, I’ve wasted ten months on something I knew I could never change,
But now you’re here and I’m refocusing on you;
You’re something different. And I hope I can change.
And maybe Summer will bring a different me that you can hold onto.
But my other half affected me, and now it’s over.
It’s different with you; it’s changed,
Because I just want to sit on my back porch,
And smoke away green eyes with another shade of blue.
Understand, you don’t believe me.
But Summer will come and I’ll be wrapped up in you,
Like you’ll want me to be. I will get you to.
I’ll convince you to, just give it some time,
And you’ll parle francais avec moi sometime after midnight.
I already miss you. I wasted so much time on that Republican, beautiful thing.
And you’re so much more of me, it’s just too bad I didn’t see it any sooner.
Don’t worry; you didn’t ever need to follow me outside.
Just sit with me sometime.

I’m falling for you and I know that when it hurts so bad I have to write,
It’s so much more than physical.
But join me this July on my back porch.
I miss my blonde-haired, blue-eyed confidant.
Be my new one. Be outside for me.
And now I’m falling for you, and I guess it could have ended so much differently,
So exasperating with so much wanting, but all I want is you and sometimes I have you.
But others, I’m just slipping away and falling for you this Summer time.

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Completely Off-Topic / Happy Birthday to the C!!!!!!!
« on: May 09, 2005, 08:32:16 pm »
Happy Birthday . . .  late. BE-lated

PS Scott(y?), you look dead-up like this guy I know. Which means you look like a Kentuckian. Haha . . . American.  :roll:

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Creative Endeavors / Manual Stadium
« on: May 09, 2005, 08:28:38 pm »
Sometimes, and I don't know why, but I just want to see you.
And I'm thinking now what you'd be doing if you were on my bed, beside me.
You can only write when hurt, so, "When did this happen?"
"I don't know, sometime after last week, I guess."
I think I'll just collapse.
See, PCP didn't work; I just sang your song to Michael.

But sometimes, and keep in mind, that I swear to you, I don't know why,
But I just want to see you again.
I forget your eyes, your smile, your hair, your legs;
You're unbelievably entertaining without moving a muscle.
So I guess I didn't forget your green eyes,
Your perfect smile, your long hair, and the way you move.
But don't, please don't run away from me.
Understand, I'd given up. But I'm not like that anymore.
"Hey, wasn't that just yesterday?"
But something's got to give because I can't keep going,
Pretending I don't notice your face,
Or the way your lips move when you talk to me.

"Get out of Fall, we don't sleep there anymore.
"Forget the leaves, the sky, and . . ." Your eyes?
It's not going to happen. Just smoke, and I'll tell you one thing:
You hate my smile and you hate my hair,
But I miss your smile and your hair is everywhere.

These Keller-conversations are quite entertaining, to say the least,
But only because you breathe so beautifully.
If it was anyone else, silence would not be tolerable.
But it's fine, because The Bridge of San Luis Rey got tiring,
Not nearly as bad as Catcher in the Rye.

So I'm sorry; I got carried away again, but goodnight.
And I'd wait for an answer, but since I know better than that,
I'll just stare at you all night.
Quite entertaining, if I do lie to myself. Quel demage.[/u]

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Creative Endeavors / Re:
« on: May 05, 2005, 10:43:25 am »
Quote from: "Julie"
. . . we never really get over anyone, we just tend to set them aside when something else comes along.


 (This is when I marry you.)
 No, I'm playing, but I totally agree. What's odd about it, though, is you can have so many feelings for someone and you can love them so much, but the minute someone new that you're attracted to even more comes along you leave the former. You never really forget about the first person, because they're always in your thoughts somewhere in the back of your mind and if you think about them too hard, you realize that. And then you get scared that your current person is going to fall away from you just like the first did because of someone new, but then you say, "No . . . No one's more (fill in the blank) than whoever your current person is."
 That's what I think; it's hard to comprehend being so vague, but I didn't feel like typing, especially about that subject. Basically: On Monday, you love John Smith and "know" that you're never going to find someone better-suited for you than him. But on Tuesday, you meet Pocahontas and now "know" that you're never going to find someone better-suited for you than her, including John Smith.
 How does that happen?

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Creative Endeavors / Never a Night Before Vodka - 100 Proof
« on: April 14, 2005, 04:56:09 pm »
As soon as I learn to sing ;)

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Creative Endeavors / Never a Night Before Vodka - 100 Proof
« on: April 11, 2005, 05:52:20 pm »
Thanks you guys. (Yeah, the second part isn't very . . . bleh, but I wrote it while I was fucking around with the piano, so maybe it sounds better.)

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Completely Off-Topic / Recent Pictures Thread Part 2
« on: April 10, 2005, 11:44:22 am »
Quote from: "TSE"
Christine and her friend Amanda at National Honor Society Inductions NOTE: Christine is also in the LATIN HONOR SOCIETYedit: so is Amanda but who cares anyway?


You still think you're cool.   8O

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Creative Endeavors / Never a Night Before Vodka - 100 Proof
« on: April 10, 2005, 11:39:47 am »
I've been waiting so long just to see you again.
And I've been sleeping on my front steps with memories of you, last Fall.
I wonder why it took so long for me to get where I've never been.
I've found I'm searching my pillows for pieces of your hair.
Your eyes are sinking in water; their green is lifeless and your face is so flushed.
I've been thinking of drinking my Spring nights with you away.
It took me so long to expect that I'll never see dying leaves with you again,
But I'll sit here waiting, knowing you'll never touch my face again.

Against brick buildings, I held you.
They thought that something was happening; I only wish it was.
I wish for you the way I met you.
I've decided avoiding you for at least a while might be the best thing,
After all, my first smoke after three sober months is the best one I could have.
I've been waiting so long, so smile for me. Just to see you . . .

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Completely Off-Topic / Help Moi Por Favor
« on: March 31, 2005, 04:37:47 pm »
Mon francais est ou? :(

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