Previously: http://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1250275007/
I feel special! I never continued a thread before.
The new toothpaste tastes like hamburger.
I am not sure how I feel about this.
I once got described as "too good to be true" and they weren't wrong
God damn, my legs are so hairy. I remember I once saw an ant get lost in my leg hair.
i tested that thing about how your taste and smell are closely linked, i had a cigarette in one hand and the other hand was slotted snugly between my bum cheeks, and i inhaled the fag and smelt my hand and i couldn't really pick up anything distinct. Haha, de-stinked.
4-ch is so slow. I wish we could be more active. But then again, I wish a lot of things. I wish I wouldn't wish so much and just do stuff.
I wish leveling zones were still active in wow.
>You shouldn't let anyone tear your socks
"Don't let anybody else grind your pepper, chop your garlic or squeeze your lemons."
There is a lack of turtles in my life.
>>879 what is that from? I've heard it before but google comes up with just a few obscure recipe sites
Hello DQN, I like to post in this thread when I cross lines in my life. Today I licked a used tampon from like february or march. http://oi56.tinypic.com/6dwhzq.jpg
>>881 I've never seen it before; after about two seconds of Google, it seems to be a personal saying of a fellow going by the alias "Terrible Tom" who has a food blog and posts on some gun enthusiast forums, and on his blog he claims it came from his brother, who is a chef.
Why am I taking college precalc when I haven't taken a math class in over 6 years oh god what am I doing I am not good at college.
Also what is my sister thinking? Why would she go to Orlando for 2 weeks without telling anyone? I know she's going down there to go see some online person she's been talking to but I seriously don't want her to get hurt. I know we both live the dream life of being shut-ins and not doing anything but MMOs all day but I don't think that this is the right thing for her to be doing, she should focus on her future more. I know I am no shining example living at home and being 25 with no education or future in my current job but please don't be like me little sister, you could do a ton better than you're doing now.
Also, thanks 4-ch for being open and thanks OP for this thread as I've ranted in it multiple times now.
I want to write a rant as well, but I have nothing to rant about. I guess I should be happy about that.
>>888 it is my strong belief that no one has the right to judge anyone else's life choices. It is important of course that you care about your wee sister but you should support her in her life choices.
Just putting it out there, how would you feel if she was meeting another dokyun?
>>892
I'd like to rant about how I'm nearly in love with the aforementioned sock-loving dokyun girl whom is off-limits due to being engaged with some douche who has become extremely possessive.
>>867
This post reminded me of my own middle school crush. After reading it, I looked up her name on Facebook. Sure enough, there she was, just as cute as she was back then. In her profile picture some guy is lovingly putting his chin on her neck from behind. She is smiling and turning her head back as if she's about to kiss him. Suddenly, a boatload of buried memories came rushing back.
When I was in middle school, I was a shy and awkward child, as were many of us. I developed a deep crush on a cute girl and eagerly looked forward to French class, when we had a chance of being partnered together. I was too shy to talk to her outside of class, but interacted with her as much as possible when doing practice activities.
I had learned from the neighborhood housing chart that she lived down the street. I would often go for walks by her house in the hopes of running into her as she walked around with her best friend. On the rare occasion I walked past them, I barely had the courage to say hello. I felt like a stalker as I casually strolled by, glancing into her windows, though I never saw anything in them. To make sure nobody caught on, I walked down 2 dummy streets in the neighborhood for every time I went down her street. I was a silly, desperate child, and as a result my relationship with her went nowhere except in my head.
In my spare time, I used a box cutter to carve characters or pictures into 10-cent erasers. I whimsically offered to sell them for 11 cents as a sort of surrealist activity, since I knew nobody would buy them. But one day, my crush actually came up to me and asked me what I was doing. I nervously told her about my eraser-carving hobby, stumbling over the words. She said she had heard I sold custom designs and asked if I would carve one for her. I tried to hide my excitement as I answered yes, and that there would be no charge for a 'sample'.
I was nervous as I carved her name and did a very messy job. I dit it over 4 or 5 times and was not satisfied with any of the results. The next class, I gave one to her shyly, to a somewhat apathetic response. I felt really embarrassed to be giving her such a shitty present and wished I had had the courage to say something else. But we were both shy and neither of us was willing to admit that the eraser was not the real issue. She simply thanked me and escaped back to her friends.
At the same time, I had a best friend with whom I would hang out at the park, play video games, talk about sex or search for boobs on the internet. We were in a sunset stage of our friendship -- we were starting to hang out a little less often, and he was growing distant for reasons unknown. One day, I was walking around the neighborhood and noticed my crush and her friend turning the corner in the distance. I leisurely headed in that direction, following at a distance to not seem suspicious. When I turned the corner, they were nowhere to be found. Where had they gone?
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My friend's house was right there, so I rang the doorbell but nobody answered. As was often our custom, I went around the back. The porch was open, indicating that my friend was home. I went in and knocked on his closed bedroom door. I heard some muffled noises from the bedroom, some feminine voices. Eventually he came out with a very strange look on his face.
"Hey, I just wanted to see if you wanted to go to the park-" I began.
"Leeeeave," he said slowly in a tone of voice I had never heard before. I couldn't tell if he was being ironic or serious, since he was rarely serious. "Nowwww."
"...What?"
"Leeeave," he repeated in the same drawl. "Now."
"What is going on? What are you-"
"Leave," he said with a meaningful look on his face, so I let myself out the front door and went to the park thoughtfully.
I went to his house later that evening. He had the look of a changed man. His eyes were wide and he spoke dramatically as he explained why he had kicked me out of his house. The two girls, my crush and her friend, had come over, wanting to practice, he said. Wanting to practice how to give a blow job. They blew him. He said it was the most amazing thing he had ever felt.
I didn't believe him. This was a guy who you could not take at face value, and I didn't want to believe my crush was capable of such a thing. I knew that sexual experimentation was popular at this age, but I couldn't believe it. Sensing that he might be fishing for a response, I simply feigned apathy and pretended to believe him without shock. The most I did was express doubts at his claim that it was better than sex (neither of us had even had sex, of course).
We dropped the subject and it never came up again. We spent our days playing video games and going to the park, but slowly drifted apart as our friends changed. I stopped semi-stalking my crush, and never talked to her again. Whether my friend's unlikely story was true or not, and I was leaning toward not (or exaggerated), I somehow felt disillusioned. I often wondered to myself alone at night, was his story really true? Did my crush really give my best friend a blow job? Even through high school, after I had moved far away, I would still sometimes ponder this question.
Years later, in my senior year of high school, I got a clue into what might have really happened that day. I found him on Facebook and learned that he is now openly gay. I realized that it's possible that when we looked at porn together or talked about sex, he was actually getting excited because of me, not the girls. He was a smart guy, and had most likely realized that I had a crush on this girl, even though I tried to keep it secret. It is very possible he told me the story to get a rise out of me, or even as a precursor to blowing each other.
Whatever the truth is, I'll never know why those two girls went to his room that day, or what occurred after I left. I've moved on, and now have a wonderful girlfriend that's just as pretty and far better in personality than my old crush. Yet even after all these years, her facebook profile picture still holds a little bit of that sense of betrayal and unrequited love I once felt.
( ゚ ヮ゚) Today I jamp in the air and enjoyed life, and I meant it
>>896
It's possible I posted about it on dqn before, now that I think of it, though I wrote that particular post just now.
Poor >>895-kun. Well, it's great that you have a wonderful girlfriend now...
( ゚ ー゚) even if it would be cute if you ended up in a relationship with that gay friend of yours.
Man, I always wanted to claim a moderately significant GET. This is my first time! I'm so excited!
>>900 GET!
The face you make when a European calls a boom box a Brixton Briefcase
I have the sudden uncontrollable urge to explain something to someone.
>>217, Chen is a nekomata; a cat youkai. This basically means she's a cat that's lived an unusually long time and has thus developed special powers. Before this she was, of course, a cat. It can therefore be assumed that Chen's father was also just a cat.
I woke up and freaked out because I had 15 minutes to get to work. Then when I was trying to figure out why my alarm didn't go off I realized it was Sunday.
I thought this sort of thing only happened in school!
I've spend all day playing in Fallout: New Vegas and my head is empty. Also, I think I should get a better gun (even though I grinded a lot for my equip).
>>891 that wouldn't make me feel any better but you're right, she's ultimately free to do whatever she wants. I don't think I'm judging her, but I'm just worried for her well being.
Also that pizza I ordered better be damn good as I'm starving.
I was about to post something interesting and creative somewhere... I can't remember what or where. Damn.
Also, I miss my friend.
I miss having friends to miss, but then I'm not not sure if that ever happened to me or if I'm just missing a fantasy.
>>907 I would expect it to be worse if she was with someone like me hehe. I'm a gentleman, of course, but we'd probably get pretty freaky. How old is she?
I made a bunch of photos of my room while I was playing with different settings on my camera. Probably I should delete them. If only I knew people from art communities, those photos would make the hipstiest exhibition of this season.
I just experienced a guided_breast_grab today. Breasts are funny.
This is world.
920 is a pretty nice number.
Pie is best served with lemonade.
Speaking of "hip to be tesseract", I just watched http://youtu.be/LB5YkmjalDg That guy moves away from the mic to breathe in!
> Breasts are funny.
Do you mean "strange" funny or "haha" funny? I wouldn't know; I'm not very experienced with breasts or the grabbing thereof.
(´・ω・)つ(・(・ Kneading tits
/)^ɛ^(\ eee! So cute!
How do you wash blood out of a mattress?
>>926
By burning the mattress in a field and ditching the body very far away.
The thigh high socks I ordered some time around >>850-872 just arrived! Exciting!
>>928
How do they look like? I ended up overthinking the whole matter of buying socks that are unusual for a stereotypical "proper male".
>>929, I couldn't agree more. I think >>844 sums it up pretty well.
>>930, I'll overlook your atrocious grammar ("How do they look like?" indeed...). Well I'm also >>861 so, as I said, they're a nice pure white. I'm not planning on dressing up as a French maid any time soon, however.
On another note, I'm also >>875. I sincerely hope this won't affect the comfort of my sock wearing escapades.
>>931
atrocious grammar? whut?
I'm sure socks can look how, just as they can look like a what.
racist.
>>932
It should be either "What do they look like?" or "How do they look?", not "How do they look like?".
Misogynist.
I'm abrasist. If something I says could not possibly offend any reasonable person, I'll add something to it to FUCKSHITCOCKSUCK YOU SCAT HOUND
Son of a bitch turtle.
>>933,932
Hey, no more pedantry. In this town we make our own rules!
>>935
They are such lovely creatures. Please think about prettier things than sons of bitches, like turtles. I know I am.
>>937
Do you know how scary turtles can be? Did you see that gif of a turtle ripping a mouse or rat in half?
>>938
It's cute, isn't it? Such a powerful animal displaying strong hunting skills is to be commended.
I finally seduced her. Yay.
Tea tastes good
Mathematics is happiness. I continually rediscover this in the most terrifying epochs of emotional disparity, scathed and scattered by arbitrary relations in which I sought the same strict comfort available only through rigorously clear contemplation. Compared to a single definition or aesthetically pleasing theorem, what is there to truly love in the upsetting derailment of even a single interpersonal personal moment? Why should I have ever thought to implicate myself within the core of humanity's constant turbulence when, really, I require harmony with all that has existed before, and all that shall come hereafter?
At heart, I am inexplicably human. But they, in general, are not my wonted lot. Love and lust are fun, fulfilling -- but only for a time. Who was I to believe another might, through contrived conversation, indignantly intricate interconnections, actually approach a modicum of understand of that eternal, unrelenting being that I know myself to be?
Fuck you all. I'm a mathematician.
>>942
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A-bJmrVXM1k&t=3m05s
mathematics mathematics mathematics strikes back
>>943
My interests lie in everything from abstract algebra to differential toplogy.
i'm an artist, but i also love mathematics religiously
I have dyscalculia and I can hardly even add two small numbers together without the help of a calculator. I failed maths in school and fuck you maths I hate you so damn much!!
>>947 but can you still understand abstract concepts? How about geometry for example?
>>948 Im not even sure what that is about. I probably can do a bit of it but over all Im hopeless at all areas of maths.
I hate swedish people.
I just shaved my head.
Oh moth, why are you on my wrist?
>>952
I find it alarming that set theory, if not logic itself, isn't taught before algebra.
I forgot what I was going to wait until night to post.
I'm pretty sleepy
I spent too much time studying Japanese and now it's late
Im hungover. I should spend more time studying Japanese rather than drinking.
IT'S SO FUCKING COLD IN THIS FUCKING ROOM AND I THINK I MIGHT BE ILL.
Thank god I have a little marijuana.
I'm passed out. I should have spent more time studying Japanese rather than DQNing drunk.
My life sucks. What people expect from young adults and what they usually do both suck as well. Everything is bland and uninteresting even without antidepressants.
I need to sleep because I need to be awake early tomorrow but I'm not tired. I dislike this.
MY LIFE SUCKS. I NEED MORE SLEEP. IF ONLY I COULD STOP BEING DRUNK AND STOP POSTING ON THIS WEBSITE MY LIFE WOULD BE MORE FULFILLING. I'M COLD, TOO.
I just arrived here today, and I'm wondering why is this place so slow!
#3 here. Whats my real number again?
Wait, I thought I was number 3.
In other news, I moved recently. In my old town I had sort of that introverted nerd aura, but in this new place I've sort of re-invented my image. Suddenly I'm attracting people left and right, both guys and girls. It's a new and exciting experience but I'm also quite sad to realize just how much appearances really do matter.
I wish I had robot legs
I wish I had robot legs
I wish I knew how to fix a double post as well; my apologies.
Why should I be Mr Pink? I want to be Mr Black.