2016-11-26 at 10:40 PM UTC
So uhhh, can I just stop replying now or are you going to go off and cry if I don't respond in the next eight hours? I'm not really sure what's left to say at this point
2016-11-27 at 3:49 PM UTC
Obbe
Alan What?
[annoy my right-angled speediness]
If you knew for certain that you had a terminal illness - if you had precious little time left to make use of your life and consider who you are, you'd not waste time on self-indulgence or fear, lethargy or ambition. Be happy now, without reason - or you never will be at all.
2016-11-28 at 5:23 AM UTC
I dropped out of school because I couldn't find my locker.
2016-11-28 at 5:27 AM UTC
I never had a problem finding my locker because I was always locked in it. *heavy sobs*
2016-11-28 at 5:34 AM UTC
We actually don't have lockers in Germany. You protect what you bring.
2016-11-28 at 5:38 AM UTC
That seems annoying, unless you don't bring anything. For one I don't want to have to bring my jacket with me around all day long, though I guess that wouldn't be THAT inconvenient. We had pretty large textbooks for each class so unless I wanted to walk around with 50 pounds worth of books in my backpack and have sclerosis by the age of 15, I was able to use my locker which I think was created for pretty much that very reason.
2016-11-28 at 5:41 AM UTC
When I was in primary school we had these "cubbies" or open-front stacked boxes so your stuff was perpetually accessible to everyone. In four years someone got something stolen once, the teacher sat everyone down and went on a tirade on how terrible stealing is and during it the kid who stole whatever (it was like a gameboy game or something) starts crying and admits to doing it. Felt kind of bad for the kid, he ended up getting suspended anyway and he was already pretty badly bullied.
2016-11-28 at 5:46 AM UTC
One kid in my class collected lunch money from the younger kids by putting a plastic bag over their faces until they couldn't take it anymore and gave up.
I got stabbed twice in school. Never took my jacket off.
2016-11-28 at 5:47 AM UTC
In 9th grade I didn't even have a backpack. Nobody touched my books.
2016-11-28 at 5:50 AM UTC
Yes I am familiar with the cubbies, though I think we had them from kindergarten through 2nd grade or something like that. The ages when you're generally too innocent to think about vindictive stealing. I'm trying to think of the first thing I genuinely stole out of pure selfish devious reasons. I know I took a comb from a cosmetics store I was at with my mom but I was like 4 years old and oblivious to what I was doing.
I guess I probably stole a pen from a classmate or something. Fucking pens man. In middle school I think is when I started more regularly stealing pens from k-mart and wal-mart. I fucking love a good pen, maaaaaaan. That's about the age I started regularly stealing in general, mostly shoplifting minor items. Good times.
2016-11-28 at 5:58 AM UTC
All my life I've had this wierd relationship with pens. When I have N>1 pens I lose them steadily until I have exactly one pen left. Then magically I manage to hold onto that pen for like years until it runs out of ink. Then I go by a dozen new pens and lose 11 of them in a week. Spooky shit mang.
2016-11-28 at 6:05 AM UTC
Originally posted by Lanny
All my life I've had this wierd relationship with penis. When I have N>1 penis I lose them steadily until I have exactly one penis left. Then magically I manage to hold onto that penis for like years until it runs out of ink. Then I go by a dozen new penis and lose 11 of them in a week. Spooky shit mang.
Read that and don't move your face at all.
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