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I know how you feel Pyre. >:/ Actually, after September 11th my friends and I found a note that said that they were going to kill all the Muslims in the school the next day (most of the people on the list were my friends). I was so spooked that I turned it in immediately (but my Muslim friends stayed in line to get food...wtf?)

We were all questioned and they all wanted us to admit that someone on the list or I was responsible for the list. It was very ridiculous. I never thought anyone would shoot up a school but I guess you never know.

Anyway in the end they blamed ME, the one who found the note and saved them, and told all the other Muslim kids that I did it but they couldn't prove it. :DDD

So obviously my Muslim friends didn't want to be my friend anymore even though they thought the story was BS anyway. I think we'd resolve it a year later but it really effected my grades at the time so I'd have to repeat math again. gag. School officials suck.

Edit: Why do I get the top post every time? This is the third time.

Sevi - Er... I'm assuming that's you because Ryo called you that, and the equip list in your profile looks like I remember what you had on last, but... WHAT THE HELL? I can't see your avatar OR your username. What is going on? gonk

Yeah, things got pretty bad for Muslims after 9/11. Is it really so hard to understand that not all Muslims are terrible people? It's the extremists that cause all the trouble. I mean, we have plenty of hateful, radical Christians in our own backyard. There is no difference.

Ryo - Thanks. I like my coloring, too, but it just seemed to cause a lot of s**t with immature kids. I mean, at least when I went to a predominantly black school, I understood that I was different. But when I moved up here? You're all WASPS, anyways! The only difference is they try desperately to change their natural colors with hair bleach and tanning beds. Go get melanoma!

Funny that the worst I got from the black kids was being called Casper, but the white kids had me as some murderous vampire who was going to blow up the school. ******** small towns. rolleyes

Yeah, I can see you now. Dunno what was going on. Earlier today, the first posts in a lot of new topics were missing. Must just be weird posting glitches going on.

And small towns are just... bleh. ******** you if you're not born and bred. The only people anyone ever needs to know are the ones they remember from kindergarten, right?

Yep.

Airis: Funny, I agree with that statement. I think communication has its pros and cons. For one we can communicate better with people from around the world nowadays, but because of an incident in one country (ie: terrorism) we fear it happening in our country too. In the 50s in the US I think there were more people that left their doors open while kids played out in the yard. Now people fear any kind of unsupervised contact unless it's with people they know (or parents are busy etc). Well, that or TV.

It's like a ghost town around here sometimes.

Omgggggggg 50k words.

In 8 days. eek eek eek

Wheeeeeeeeeeee~



Thank you. I've been saying that for months now.

I agree with your whole post actually. I need to quote you. Heh.

Speaking of small towns, last night we went to my husband's 10-year high school reunion. A bit of background: his town's population is around the same as my HIGH SCHOOL's. His graduating class was about 70. All these people are folks he's known since kindergarten, pretty much. Before we went, he had been looking at the facebook invite for it (is that a thing? i don't have one) and seeing that there were people listed as invited who didn't even graduate with them. Like, same age, but moved away in middle school, dropped out, etc. I guess in that small a town, it's more like a "people I went to school with" reunion more than anything else.

He dreaded it. He had actually only decided to go because the thing said his best friend, the only one he still keeps in touch with, was going, and he tried to call him and confirm that but didn't hear back before the deadline. And then, after we'd bought our tickets, he found out his friend had said he'd go and then run into money troubles and not actually bought the tickets after all. So he spent the whole day before it bitching about how much he didn't want to go, and how stupid it was going to be, and kicking himself for buying the tickets in the first place. Because, you know, he knows the small town thing. So he was expecting every ugly cliche in the book.

The reunion was put on by the drama people, apparently, as opposed to student council types or what have you. Turns out, though, they hate all the same people he did - and more! - and did not, um, make heroic efforts to contact the jocks and horrible people. It was a party full of drama people and MATH TEAM MEMBERS. You guys, I got shitfaced with mathletes last night. Oh yeah - 5 free drink tickets = us drinking whiskey all night. And it was actually a fantastic group of people! I didn't talk to every single person there, but everyone I did speak to was great. Totally down-to-earth people, interesting, not about being just like their parents or popping out a bunch of kids and staying put in the same town. We were so wrong with our preconceived notions - my husband more than me, even, because he went to school with these folks, after all, and I guess just never really got to know these kids - and we had a fantastic time listening to late-90s radio hits, eating cake, and trading stories about this teacher or that guy.

So: small towns. They're not a sentence. They're a starting point, and people can choose to make that their life, do the whole "you are not like my worldview's dictates, and I know all your business and will make your life s**t" thing, OR they can be more than that.

Oh, P.S., his friend, the one who wasn't going to come? We were hanging out with him earlier in the day and told him to come and crash it, and then my husband spilled the beans TO one of the organizers that this fella was coming to crash it, and when he walked in everybody cheered. Best welcome of all!

So I finished my goal of 50k, I got paid recently and I got money from the MP!

Things are looking up Sevi! :D






...just so you know, I got that from The Simpson's Milhouse (after he puts on flood pants and says something like, "My ankles are wet but my pants are dry! Things are looking up Milhouse!" Waaaaugh Simpsons.)

Yeah. I was seriously considering getting an FB account and looking people up. I never like social networking sites that are the latest fad though but that's just me. But still....it is beneficial.

Thanks! I tryyyy. <3