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4. That makes sense. I can't see you as the clubbing type. At all. Unless it was something laid back like a hookah bar-- but I think you'd go just to hang out with friends, and not to smoke.

7. Boo, hiss. Hiss, boo. But I've already talked to you about this "letting go" business.

8. Oh, that drives me crazy. Yesterday I told Adam he was being irritating, and he attempted to abruptly leave. He only stopped when he saw the frustrated tears in my eyes. I never hold a grudge, and it pains me when someone thinks that just because they do one thing that bothers me it means that I don't want to hang out with them or that I don't like them or care about them as much anymore. I love people too much to stay mad. &hearts

11. Wow, I've actually never heard that one. What does it mean, exactly?

12. Hear, hear.

15. Ditto. I make wicked pancakes, though. Everyone says so. /grin

16. Ditto, minus the programmer part; I took a basic web design class in high school and kicked its ass [my friend and I were at the top of the class, with tons of compliments for our aesthetically pleasing layouts, yay!], and I built my own PC, but that's the best I can do computer-wise, and I never followed up with any of it. But yes, "I have far too many fields of interest for my own good." I don't know what to do with myself.

18. &hearts &hearts &hearts

19. Yes. But sometimes mine are "I'd like to..." especially the last couple years, when I was so emotionally wrecked.

20. IT'S ME, INNIT?! ... Just playin'. /grin

21. Oh god, I LOVE doing that. Random acts of kindness and senseless acts of beauty. My favorite are the kind that involve flowers-- I LOVE leaving flowers for people when they need them most.

25. That is SO INTERESTING. Seriously. I hope you do it.

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7. Yeah, I know; it's frustrating. But I don't know how to fix it.

11. It's a trendy term for an Internet start-up (dot-com) that failed catastrophically when the Internet speculation bubble burst in mid-2001; it also refers to said bubble bursting.

20. OMG YES HOW DID YOU KNOW? ... >_> *cough*

34. Because it bugs me that regardless of content, the Baltimore County library system, at least, relegates them to the children's or young adult section. Sandman is in Young Adult. The Ultimates is in Young Adult. If they were novels, they'd be in adult fiction; why does having pictures make them "kids' stuff"?

38. *snrk* As cute as Sandra Bullock is... no. I'd mostly been on IRC and other chat programs, and it bugged me that people were doing things and I couldn't talk to them.

39. Thank you. :)

46. I think everybody has thoughts and opinions - feelings, about themselves and others - that they don't want people to know. I was just acknowledging that. (And I know it's frustrating. I'm sorry. ;_;)

50. It's not actually that bad anymore. It was more true when I felt like I was behind on everything, so that "how's it coming?" felt like "because you should have had this done already".

53. At varying levels of proficiency. ;) I'm best at the piano and drums.

73. I do! Although, again, at a limited level. I know of them more than I know their music.

78. Hee. ♥

84. Disturbing on so many levels. I can't imagine why anyone would watch it seriously.

85. (It drove us out of the house, see...)

94. That's actually been cut down significantly. Now it's just a pen, a pencil, and nail clippers in one pocket, my wallet in the other, and my keys in the breast pocket or with the pen &c.

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28. I was one of those kids with a perfectly normal childhood. No trauma, no horrible accidents, no deaths of close family or friends [minus grandparents], no fatal diseases [excepting perhaps my father's Parkinson's Disease, but the effects of that are only sinking in now, so it didn't really affect my childhood]... Aside from self-inflicted depression* and this year's current Tony-related heartstrain, my life has been relatively easy, and I know that. I feel spoiled.

* I maintain that all the angst I've endured for the past howevermany years has been my fault. It might not be true, but if I accept responsibility for my own choices and their repercussions then I accept a degree of control over it. Heh... Don't misunderstand me. This is by NO MEANS a soapbox or an excuse to preach at you. This is me getting something off my chest.

31. I think that's incredibly awesome.

34. Why? I'm genuinely interested.

36. I can see how people would misinterpret that, as you said. But I know you well enough [however well that is] to know what you mean most [if not all, as presumptuous as that sounds] of the time. I can be a painfully uncertain kid, too; it's easy to give you the benefit of the doubt if I've been there before. And I have. =]

As for "politeness and decorum"-- you should've been born in a long-past era, young man. Don't lose those impulses; we need people like you. /smile

38. LOL. Interact how? Right click and select Save As? /grin... You rock so much.

39. /nod... Nothing I say to refute that will change that feeling, but just know that I'm silently arguing with you. Heh.

40. "I was still not entirely convinced that I was in the right place until I actually got to the registration booth." YES. YES, YES, HOLY CRAP. Okay, I go to this club in my small city's downtown for IGUN, or Industrial Gothic Underground Night, a.k.a. Goth Night. When I can, I go every Wednesday. The DJs know me, a good portion of The Usuals know me, and everyone there likes me. The doorboy/bouncer is my ex-boyfriend of two tumultuous years; we're now fairly good friends. Basically, it's a very, very familiar place. I've been 18 for almost two full years, and I've gone to IGUN dozens of times with my ID. And yet EVERY TIME I get out of my car in the parking lot, EVERY TIME I'm walking to the door, I'm overwhelmed by this sinking fear that there won't be anyone I know there, that they won't take my ID, that they'll have changed the cover and I won't have enough money... Chris, I'm actually shaking for the whole drive there, not to mention the time I spend getting ready, and I can barely walk straight going up to the club because I'm SO ANXIOUS about getting in. It's fucking ridiculous.

"I frequently wonder if everybody goes through the things that I go through, and just don't talk about them..."

I confess. I have some fairly deep-rooted social anxieties. I'm talking about it. It sucks, but there it is.

... Although, I must admit that a) I haven't gone to IGUN in a long, long time, and b) it might just be [partly?] anticipation that makes me tremble. I don't know. Also, I've been overcoming my "social anxieties" a lot this year, so I don't know how much of all the above text was just my memory of how things were, rather than how they are...

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41. That's painfully logical. True, though. I was involved in my school's dramatic productions for five years, acting in/stage managing maybe a dozen productions. If I just psych myself up for a project or a big social event the way I would for a character I'm taking on, it's easier. I convince myself that I feel confident, and then I just do... It's pretty cool. =]

42. The counselor I saw this summer was a woman who goes to my church, who is good friends with my mom, who I've known my entire life. I hadn't spoken to her in a few years, but it was awkward... And somehow I still managed to break down crying in front of her and was barely able to stop talking the entire first session. I told her pretty much everything I could get out in a single hour.

43. I have another journal, too. It started at first for a specific set of disordered behaviors that I was encouraging at the time, and now I just put pretty much anything semi-private there. I say "semi-private" because I have friends for that journal as well, a lot of them-- but they don't know me IRL. They only know me online. Only one of them is also a friend on this journal.

46. Grr. That's such a tease. That's like saying, "I have a secret-- but I'm not gonna tell you!" =6

48. That's funny. I used to run an entirely public journal, even after years of having multiple nasty surprises when someone I didn't know was reading read something they shouldn't have; I never learned. Only now have I started using the friends-only and locked options. There are just too many random people I half-know on campus finding my journal this year, and I'd like to make sure I know who's reading what...

50. Hmm. I'm going to have to be careful in my phrasing, aren't I?

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In response to the second set of 50:

53. Can you play them all?

55. I used to be the same way, definitely. Now it just depends on the day, as you may have noticed by my alternation between fitting tops and baggy t-shirts.

65. "I am constantly amazed by the breadth of material covered by the books in my local library." Me too. I love libraries.

69. Fascinating perspective. I'm a moral relativist, too. We seem to be a rare breed.

73. You know L'Arc En Ciel? I have a friend who adores them. I've never met anyone else that I know in person who even recognizes the band name. =]

78. "... and one lists the rhyme pattern of a sonnet." &hearts &hearts &hearts !!!

83. "I don't care if 'participation' is part of the fun; I just wanted to watch the goddamned movie without being interrupted." I UNDERSTAND COMPLETELY. I've had my Rocky experience ruined many a time as well. Grr.

84. You have? Oh dear, I'm sorry. That sounds perfectly dreadful. I can't imagine the film without the foolish comments to give it its only redeeming value.

85. /boggle

86. "I have attended a toga party in street clothes with a nametag that read I'M NOT A TOGA, BUT I PLAY ONE ON TV." LMFAO. &hearts

91. LOL.

94. You need a manpurse. Except that would look silly. So keep doin' how you do.

95. Wow. I've had four gerbils, a guinea pig, and many, many fish as well. =]

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Ha, thanks. I was made to wear them at a Halloween party a few years back when my costume was deemed insufficient. (Gave me one hell of a headache, too. Quick tip: never wear bunny ears that are made for a head one size smaller than yours.)

I can also be a space pirate!

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See, every piece of headgear I have found is always a size + too big for me. I sad. Ergh.

My one of my best friends was a baked potato one year. She wrapped herself in tin foil, and went trick-o-treating. It was great. Really, really, really great.

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Aw! That's too bad. You'd look awfully cute in a strange hat.

I think I remember you talking about that. It sounds like fun. :)

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