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Post by Mama Oak on Apr 4, 2014 17:10:12 GMT -5
As promised, here's Texas and here's Texas again. I couldn't climb on my roof, but oh well. This is my "back yard". It's composed 90% of tumbleweeds.
And my house is dome-shaped and the exterior is metal, is that weird?
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Post by FENRIS on Apr 5, 2014 13:49:03 GMT -5
Oh man I don't think I could ever get used to Texas D: The vomit-inducing scent of the sea may stink but oh gosh I couldn't live without it D:
I indent the front of all my cans of pop with my thumb and for three reasons. One, it's so I can tell which can is mine, two, it's a habit now because my dad does it too and I used to copy him, and three, it provides a grip~
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Post by Mama Oak on Apr 12, 2014 23:08:27 GMT -5
(I've been experimenting with the can-denting, and now I'm fully assimilated into the indention of my Mountain Dew. And now by mom's boyfriend doesn't drink my soda by accident! Neat stuff!)
Does anyone else, when you watch a lot of movies with a certain accent, not help but try and speak with that accent for a good day and a half? It's just in my head or when I'm talking to myself, but oh man. I've been watching a lot of Scottish films as of late, and you should really hear how I'm reading this Quick Reply in my head as I type it!
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Post by Petrichor on Apr 12, 2014 23:58:07 GMT -5
I tend to imitate accents without thinking about it. I'm watching a movie with a guy pretending to be from somewhere far away with sheep, so I'll just call it Uzbekizealandraq. I am making that place a thing and you can't stop me. I hear that sometimes.
There's this little girl speaking with this posh English accent and I use that (now I'm thinking of Jekyll help me FourClans has my soul but I was promised something in return you guyyysssss) without thinking. And I'm from the south, so sometimes I'll slip into a southern accent while angry or something. Yes, I adapt a southern accent when I'm angry. It's funny.
You're not alone, Oakey! I hear all this... all this... etcetera. I need Diet Coke to function. I'm going to have some and then I'll be semi-coherent and maybe catch you online for once because Skype.
Oakenshield why are you so awesome you are stop being so amazing I can't live up to your amazingness
And in the spirit of the thread, I act very, very drunk when I'm tired. Hammered. Smashed. All of the alcohol. Oh, there's the Diet Coke, that's better. I'm having fun. Also in the spirit of the thread, my mom watches romantic comedies sometimes and I'l catch myself watching it, and I have two sides at the moment, one telling me to enjoy the sweetness and smile, the other side wants to throw up.
Seriously there's one on right now and it's really sweet, it's really nice and part of me wants to cry and the other part wants me to punch myself so that I have a reason to cry.
Am I spamming? Yes, yes I am. I'll shut up now. Now. Now. oaeuhgbnieg DONE WITH POST YES
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Post by FENRIS on Apr 13, 2014 14:29:01 GMT -5
Join the indent clan oh man one of us one of us xD
I adore accents oh man~ I'm trying to get a correct English accent and I'm working hard on Cockney because it's fab and I had to try and have a Southern accent when I was Dave in a Homestuck panel because you know, Texas. But I feel like if I tried to speak it to a real Texan I'd offend and that's not okay xD But I have a Eastern Canadian accent, which idk what it sounds like because I grew up around it but I bet I'd sound weird to you guys xD
I like wearing my flower crown while playing Skyrim because I wanna feel like a princess while I snipe enemies with my bow xD
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Post by Phlox on Apr 14, 2014 7:16:38 GMT -5
(tmi warning)
I have terrible cystic acne. Which means every month, I get two or three giant painful face lumps and there is no way to get rid of them. I would very much like to stab them with an Xacto knife, but that would probably be bad. I had one come out on my eyebrow yesterday and still have two others left as scabs.
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Post by FENRIS on Apr 14, 2014 15:55:42 GMT -5
I haven't had a hair cut in five years D:
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Mama Oak
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Post by Mama Oak on Apr 14, 2014 21:52:14 GMT -5
(Oakey is in this gross, pathetic mood so just scroll on past if you don't got the stomach for her disgusting moaning {which she'd totally understand}. She sort of threw up a little gross nugget of gross grossness, and apologizes, and felt she ought to warn you.)
I am a very, very jealous person. But never in an angry way, just a sad sort of wistful and ultimately accepting way. The sort of way where you hate yourself for it try terribly hard not to feel it and remind yourself not to seem/act so pathetic and pitiful lest you annoy someone and alienate yourself further. But that's what I do. I get scared that I'm an unlikable person and so become an unlikable person. I get myself sad sometimes, a lot of the time, because of stupid reasons that I KNOW are stupid. For example... because a lot of the people I care about, care about a lot (and that list isn't a long one, let me tell you) -- I'm not as important to them as they are to me, and that KILLS. I don't matter to them as much as they matter to me. I sometimes just wish there was someone who I knew felt the exact same way I feel about them. Because holy bejesus, there are a handful of people who I hold so dear to my heart, that I'm 90% sure don't even think about me unless I'm right there. I hate that I'm internally clingy and jealous, and mopey and just gross. Because then I just close off and don't even try anymore, and I know that too, so when I make myself sad about it I'm also really angry at MYSELF because really, everyone I care about has REALLY GOOD REASON not to think about me very often because I'm not a very pleasant person to be around or associate with! Holy freaking lord, I just riled myself up. Sorry, sorry, sorry. Ugh. Dfsdjkfhskdjfh. I didn't even mean for that to go anywhere, what is this, gross. FREAKING GROSS.
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Post by Phlox on Apr 14, 2014 22:06:23 GMT -5
Oakey, I know exactly how you feel. Spot on. :c
When I'm in school, I sit slouched over with my legs crossed or my feet resting on the bar between the chair legs. I'd probably float around in the fetal position all day if I could. Anything else makes me really uncomfortable because school is too scary for me to be able to feel safe exposing my squishy belly very often. Except in orchestra, where I have a tendency to do the opposite when I play violin.
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Post by FENRIS on Apr 14, 2014 22:38:21 GMT -5
No no don't feel bad for that Oakey!!! D:
'Cause like, I guess I should spill my intense jealousy too just to show you aren't alone.
I get insanely jealous over everything, but it's not accepting and I end up getting really cold towards that person because they're not talking to me. Like, hmmm. Okay. A few years ago this person and I used to text daily and all day, from when we woke up until we fell asleep on each other. But over the years we've stopped and now we go months without a single text. But, I see her texting another friend and suddenly I feel like she hates me and has replaced me and I get mad at both of them for it. I don't say anything but I feel like just cutting all ties to them and wanting to be alone because I know I can't leave myself, which makes my already horrible self-esteem even worse. It still happens even today because they are still like that and she is the only one who texts me. I sulk and mope around and don't want to talk to anyone because of one person talking to another more than me. Like I don't even know why I own a phone because no one bothers with it anymore. It happened again a few weeks ago with some other people and I still feel angry about it. Like I know I am not good at keeping conversations and I'm pretty boring on a good day but I have a need to know people want to talk to me and I become this awful person when it doesn't happen.
And if you don't hate me yet I got mad at my ex for moving on. We were best friends even when we weren't together and ended up telling each other everything (and I mean everything) and he hid the fact he got a girlfriend from me, I don't know why but I guess he knew. I found out and stopped wanting to talk to him then cried myself to sleep that night. Because he wasn't mine anymore. Yup. The first guy to ever have feelings for me moved on and I completely lost it. Even now on the rare occasions we talk I refuse to acknowledge that he has a girlfriend because I still want him to be mine again.
Wow doesn't that sound familiar, haaaahhh.
So, don't feel bad Oakey because you could be me instead. I really care about you if that counts, even if my horrible jealousy makes it not seem that way. You're still the only person I look up to in my life and aspire to be, it's hard to really show how I feel online but I don't know.
I care. A lot.
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Post by Petrichor on Apr 14, 2014 23:31:53 GMT -5
Oakey. Oaks. Madam Oakenshield.
You are not an unlikeable person. You are one of the nicest, most awesome people I have ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, *ever* met. And I've met a lot of people. You don't annoy me, you're not pathetic, you're not pitiful. If you were making me mad, I'd tell you. Pinkie Promise.
You're not alone in the "getting-yourself-sad-for-stupid-reasons" party. I fall in there a lot. A whole lot. And you are so important to me, Oakey. I talk about you and Blizzy all the time, and it gets hard talking to people around me because I'll reference you guys and they get confused.
Every day I come home from school, hoping to talk to you, to see you. Me and Blizzy, we talk about you. You are super important to me, Oakey. You are just the best, best, BEST person, ever. I don't like it when you're upset. I don't like not talking to you, to see you close off, because I love talking with you.
*snort* R-remember the banana bread? With the flour from 2001 and the pillowcase full of stolen sugar packets? Remember how you took my cover of "Alive" and made it into your ringtone? Remember all those times we just talked and sang and derped around and had fun? Those are the best times. Those are the times I'll treasure for the *rest* of my *life*.
Don't call yourself unlikeable. Don't call yourself gross and unpleasant to be around. Because those are *lies*, Oakey. They are blatant, ugly lies that your mind tells you, but they're still lies. You are the most wonderful person, and it places me in physical pain to know that you're hurting so much. I wish I could hug you from Oregon, but know that I'm thinking about you. That during school, all I can wait for is to come home to FourClans, and talk to you and Blizzy. We haven't talked much, sure, but... I want to. I want you to be happy.
You deserve to be happy. You deserve to think you're a wonderful person, because you are. You are creative, you are beautiful (I saw your face once, I know you're pretty), you are intelligent. You are kind and thoughtful and really good at RP and writing.
I wish I could be there, just to tell you how awesome you are, to hug you and tell you that it's going to get better, to give you someone to cry on, someone to talk to, because Fates know I've had times where you are that I needed it. I care so, so much, Oakey, but...
Urgh. I'm so bad at this... Okay, let's try something else.
Here's a story of a girl Who often felt so lonely Thinking friends were fairy-tale And trouble was made Only for me
Even in the darkness Every color can be found And every day of rain brings water Flowing to things growing In the ground
Please listen, I beseech We're just people barely coping I can't help those I care 'bout If they all feel they're out of my reach
Anytime you're hurt know That I want to turn that 'round But every drop of rain will keep you growing Seeds you're sowing in the ground So keep your head up, Oakey-buddy.
(Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along-Blog)
I love you, Oakey. Know that.
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Post by Mama Oak on Apr 15, 2014 15:37:32 GMT -5
Oh, bless you guys so much. You really are the best people I know, and the majority of the very few people I hold so closely.
I know this isn't weird, but... it's gotta be said, okay. I miss BeardedLady. Dx
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Post by Petrichor on Apr 15, 2014 19:13:00 GMT -5
Ohmygosh, I miss BL too. Our Australian friend hasn't been seen in a while, and that hurts my heart.
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Post by Mama Oak on Apr 15, 2014 20:03:23 GMT -5
To our Aussie buddy, who has not blessed us with her presence for too long: I made the mistake of dancing in front of my little cousin while we were alone, so now he dances like me around people and I'm embarrassed because people know that I taught him that and my dancing is the most ridiculous, rhythm-lacking, laughable mish-mash up of random and inharmonious motions.
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Post by Petrichor on Apr 15, 2014 21:04:18 GMT -5
There was this time back in second grade that I was bullied because I'm a highly-intelligent psychopath, not to be confused with a high-functioning sociopath. I was also the smartest kid in class, one who stayed quiet in the back and was obedient (mostly because I was thinking about murdering everyone there, but the teacher didn't know that), so I was the teacher's pet. More fuel for the fire, right?
Wrong. My math teacher had to leave the room a lot, for some reason or another. She'd leave me in charge, and I'd sit in the tall chair in the corner of the room with my feet dangling (anyone else miss the feeling of being able to dangle your feet?), ready to pass judgment on any and all.
I was in charge of the class there. "Tell me if anyone (moves/talks/starts telling jokes/ etcetera), Pink," she said. And they'd all hear it. And they'd look at me in terror. I could do whatever I wanted, because I was the good girl. I could get away with it. The teachers would believe what I said because, well, I'd never lied before.
I had power over whether they stayed after school, whether they got a + on their paper. I knew it. They knew it. I was someone to be feared. I was stronger than them. Like a bolt of divine retribution, I could strike.
Of course, I never did. They were bullies, yeah, but I wouldn't make up stuff just to get them in trouble; that would make me as low as them. If I wanted them in pain, I'd actually hurt them. Yes, that is the way my mind works, why do you ask?
Eventually, the bullying stopped, because they all realized that people who treated me nice got better grades on their assignments. A-hem. I never had real friends until last year, being you guys and people at my new school. When I said "thinking friends were fairy-tale," I meant it. I thought people only talked to each other because they were using one another. I see now that I'm wrong, and that's good.
But for a time, I was a tall, darkly-intelligent, psychopathic pseudo-goddess over a classroom of second graders over which I held judgement that I refused to abuse. Is that weird?
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