Corey

I feel all wierd now because now what I wrote doesn't even make sence to me. *groan* I did understand what you said tattoi. It made sence to me if no one else. I was thinking about black holes last night while trying to get to sleep. It seems to me that the basis of a black hole is that it does not end, correct? It just wraps through space getting infinitly smaller. But if it continues to get smaller is there a point where it get's so small it has to start expanding again? I once read a book where someone traveled through a black hole into a place where everything was opposite. Space was white. And most stars shone black light instead of white. Does this seem probably or would the expanding hole siply lety out on another piece of space like a wormhole?

*points to movie/tv forum for the second time in two days* Really? Didn't know that, but I'm definitly going to check it out. Bout time they got a good one.

I woke up today at about nine, rolled over and realized that I was in my own bed. That was an extremely happy moment considering for the last week or so I've been sleeping on hard hotel matresses. I got up, waltzed dowstairs and ate a ham sandwich (wheatbread, mayo, cheese, ham, mustard). I then called my friends Joe and conviced him to leave his little sister alone to go biking with me (she's 11). We went down to the dirt jumps and ended up doing nothing because a bunch of little wigger arseholes kept on trying to sell us pot and crack. They also kept on standing in front of the jumps, not letting us go off. I'm going to kick their asses next time I see them. We rode over to my work and asked if I had to come in. I did. So we went home, I changed and he went back to his house. I went back to work and worked away three more hours of my life that could have been used for something exponetially more productive. After that I came home and my parents said that we were going out for dinner. It turns out we went to this great oriental restaraunt. If was great. Then I came home and got on here. What a ****ty day...

A trick for your mom antema, wear a long sleeved shirt or coat and reach all the way to the last line of lipsticks like you want to look at one that's not in front. Then with one hand stuff it into the sleeve of the shirt. Grab another one and take it out, looking at it. Then put it back and walk out.

Whoa... Look at my old username in the sig. Haven't seen that little grouping of words for a while. Well my most recent stupid/incredibly fun thing happened today. While at work I got so bored that I made a paperairplane. I then walked over to the adjoining oil change center and threw it at someones face, hitting them in the forehead. For the rest of the time I was at work I threw stuff at his face. It was super entertaining untill he threw a dirty filter at me... Then it was really funny.

[b]Name:[/b] Jack Andolinni [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Age:[/b] 16 [b]Hair:[/b] Black [b]Eyes:[/b] Blue [b]Height:[/b] 6' 1" [b]Talent or Skill:[/b] Jack can hide. He hides extremely well. No one can find him unless they know where to look ahead of time. [b]Self Defense Weapon:[/b] A small switchblade. [b]Reason You have a street life:[/b] He thought he could do a better job on the street than in the care of his drug abusing parents. [b]Personality:[/b] Calm, calculating, and always willing to put in something, even if it's not welcomed.

To be a proper thief you first have to excersise the crucial part of stealing. Patience. You have to carefully watch the place you are stealing from. Watch for cameras. Watch for the movements of the employees. How they act. How they watch. And most importantly, when they don't pay attention. Then couple that with the item which you want to steal and plan when would be the best time to lift it. In responce to the original question, yes I do steal. But only things that would seem frivolous to others when in fact it really means something to me. Recently I stole a piece of Buffalotear glass that looked exactly like the one my fourteen-year dead grandmother gave to me.

*points to the movie forum* Thirteen Ghosts was definitly a good horror flick, but not the best. The best is easily SE7EN. The one with Brad Pitt and Morgan Freeman. It's one creepy movie. And the seven deadly sins have always held an interest for me. I think it's on TNT sometime this week.

Uh... I can see the curve from the TV. Not too good. 6/10

It's not how good the tools you have are, it's how you master the ones you got. *points to Adobe Photodeluxe 2.0 CD*

I laughed at my friend when he got impaled by a rather sharp stick. Seven stitches and three checksups resulted.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by DFantasy [/i] [B]But the coolest thing is, i got every girl i wanted after the fact, LMAO!!![/b][/quote] I'm guessing it was because of your wonderful sence of humor. :rolleyes:

[b]Hint:[/b] HTML isn't allowed on the site, asuka. We use VB here. [*COLOR=blue] [/COLOR*] Use that except without the little * things. I haven't really had an embarassing moment, persay. Personally, it was when I almost vomited in an ambulance. I would have felt terrible that those guys would have had to clean up my vomit. They were really nice too. Never really been embarassed about much else.

He chuckled mildly. Overprotective? Yes. Stupid? No. She wasn't going to run away with this guy. She was just messing with his mind so she could earn a little more cash. Claudio walked up behind her. [b]Claudio-[/b] "Kinda makes me wish I had breasts. Perhaps we could do more than break even if we both flaunted." He winked at her and walked back over to the cellar, realizing he had yet to bring ale up. It was raining. Something had sidetracked him. He sighed again at the seventeen, soon to be fifteen barrels. He grabbed one and lifted, the muscles in his arms and legs bulging. Claudio dragged it up the stairs and set it right outside the cellar doors. He went down for another one. Something jumped on his face. "What the fu-" He felt dozens of tiny teeth sink into his shoulder. "Raaahhh!" He grouped blindly at the unknown attacker and came up with nothing but severed fur. His shoulder felt white hot with pain and blood. The thing let go of his shoulder, bringing another jolt of pain and repositioned itself to bite down on his neck. Claudio grabed it and threw it to the floor. "You little bastard!" There was a rather large opossum now directly under his left boot. He thought about snapping it's little neck right there. Crushing the little things head and smearing the floor with it's brains. [b]Kell-[/b] "Claudio? Did you slip?" He sighed and let a little pressure ease off of the little rodent. He turned to her, clutching his freely flowing shoulder. [b]Claudio-[/b] "This little godsforsaken thing attacked me. Probably has a little of me floating in it's stomach. Do you want it? Or can I kill it?" He hoped for the latter but knew better.

Pills. A good old overdose of valium or the sort. Go to sleep forever.

Ale. Ale ale ale. He usually kept two barrels in the tavern. Which mean since this morning the had already gone through two barrels. Claudio sighed and went out back. His thoughts turned prematurely to who he was going to leave in charge of the place. Lorien for one. But it wasn't a one person job. Someone else would have to be left... He opened the doors to the cellar and stepped down. Maybe the mayor would like a chance to earn a few more bucks. It would also be a good public outreach thing. [b]Claudio-[/b] "Hmmm... That's not good." He re-counted quickly, making sure he was right. "Seventeen..." There were seventeen barrels of ale left. There are probably going to be at least two less after today. Another thing to worry about. God did he need to get away. He didn't even know when the caravan was coming through again. He would need to stock up soon. Perhaps a letter was in order. [b]Kell-[/b] "Hey." Claudio turned around and was immediately embraced in a tight kiss. He smiled and fell over onto the soft ground. She broke the kiss momentarily. "Lighten up." [b]Claudio-[/b] "I am already."

[b]Claudio-[/b] "I'm guessing these are our new visitors." Claudio glared at them through the corner of his eye. He began mixing the sherry as Kell poured the bourbon, beer, and fire ale ('the best'). I set them on top of the tray. She walked slowly over to the table and set each drink in front of it's respective owner. [b]Kell-[/b] "Seven gold," she said dryly. The man that had ordered the beer looked up at her and laughed. [b]NPC2-[/b] "My dear... We don't pay for things. We just drink. You got a problem with that?" The cat hissed at the man. He wrinkled is nose and reached for it. Kell gripped his hand and glared at him. [b]Kell-[/b] "Don't touch my cat." She let go of the mans hand and turned around to leave. He slapped her squarely on the butt. Claudio was over the counter before she even turned around, rushing to beat the man into a senceless pulp and eject him from the Torch.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by AzureWolf [/i] [B]However, if you are wrong, an eternity of pain and suffering awaits... in HELL.[/B][/QUOTE] Pain and suffering... Sounds a lot like the world we live in now. These topics do nothing but cause rifts in friendships. Two people that could easily be the best of Ob friends can be torn apart by a simple religous debate. And we all know when people attempt to debate religion no one wins. Unfortunately, this is an opinionated world (and messageboard) so we can't go around making stuff like this against the rules. Though I think it would be an improvement.

He was beginning to get annoyed. It was barely noon and the tavern was already starting to crowd up. Happy hour hadn't even started. Maybe he'd close up for a few days. Sleep in. Maybe take Kell out to the forest for a nice nature resort type thing. She was the only thing that was remotely good in life right now. The Black Haven Torch was barely breaking even, and life seemed overall to be boring. [b]Man-[/b] "Bartender?" Claudio Balazar sighed and walked over to the customer. He put on his salesman grin. [b]Claudio-[/b] "What'll it be my friend?!" The man looked over the assortments of bottles behind the counter and pointed. [b]Man-[/b] "How about a glass of that there brandy. I hope that's the stuff from Normandy." Claudio nodded and poured him a glass of the deep red brandy. [b]Claudio-[/b] "You need anything else, just holler. Ok?" The man nodded and sipped his drink while inspecting a rather tattered looking map. Claudio went down to the other end of the counter and began stereotypically cleaning glasses. For some reason they always seemed dirty.

Hmmm.... Just realized that I am going on vacation from the 22nd to the 28th. I might not be as active as some, however if you get this up tonight or tomarrow night I will definitly post as much as I can, Gavynn. Or I could just leave my character in control of Raiha.

The blind following of faith that I encounter far to often makes me sick. Anything that deals with a scientific explanation is automatically rejected and replaced by that little three letter word. [b]God[/b] God is nothing but a way of explaining the things we cannot yet explain. "Why is there fire coming from the sky!" "Must be God." It was lightning. Not God. The same thing with Jesus being crucified and rising from the dead. He could have just slipped into some deep coma that lowered his bodily functions. But no one will ever find out. We can't go back in time. And the bible was written by small minded people that couldn't take a step without consutlting God. I would much rather believe in myself than someone I have never seen nor talked to.

*points to link* [url]http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?threadid=29599[/url]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by ladyscorp2006 [/i] [B]Besides I can handle all the consequences.[/B][/QUOTE] Death is only something you can handle if it doesn't happen to you.

Not just their hands, Mitch. Objects that people have touched aswell. I have two words for all of you. [b]The Stand[/b]

Especially if you don't grip your hormones by the short and curleys. Just ask my seventeen year old friend with a five year old daughter. I'm sure he'd tell you to wait for a few years aswell.