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  • #31
    This is why you should always be kind to nerds. These are the people who will eventually be signing your paycheck.

    It's true. The geek shall inherit the earth.

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    • #32
      Quoth Lace Neil Singer View Post
      I was a total outcast in school; I read big heavy books like the LOTR trilogy (of course, I read The Hobbit first and made a point of doing so) instead of Sweet Valley High which all the other girls were reading. I went to an all girls school, and got called a slag cuz I was friends with the boys from our brother school, even tho I didn't date any of them; we just discussed football and other subjects.
      I went to a coed school but I got along with girls quite easily. I never dated most of the girls but the environment I grew up in helped eliminate the typical high school foolishness. My best friend is a girl and we never even dated at all, we just talked about music and books. I was a book nerd also, I finished a lot of readings quickly in class and got bored easily.

      Protege said: I couldn't stand about 99.9999% of my classmates, and wanted to get the hell out of there.
      I couldn't either and was glad to be out of there. At graduation I said hello to the few people I liked then got the thing over with and went home. Didn't even go to the all-night party that followed. Just watched The Graduate ironically.
      The Grand Galactic Inquisitor hears all and sees all.

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      • #33
        Quoth Jester View Post
        Billy Joel got Christie Brinkley.

        I always drew a different conclusion that Billy Joel landed Christie Brinkley (and similar such couples)-- hot babes are attracted to rich, successful, famous guys. If Billy Joel had been the assitant manager of a supermarket, the only thing Christie would have ever said to him was "Don't you know who I am?" and "Make it snappy, sonny. I don't have all day."

        You've giving yourself too much credit if you think supermodels are willing to date ordinary civilians.

        But yes, smart, funny, charming guys do end up with chicks who are much better looking than they are. Guys whose looks rate 5 who date chicks who rate 6, 7, 8. But the 9- and 10-rated babes usually end up with rich or powerful or famous or gorgeous men.

        Sorry, but that's life.
        Last edited by MadMike; 11-13-2006, 07:39 PM. Reason: Excessive quoting

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        • #34
          Auto, I agree with you.

          I was merely using the rich and famous as examples. Since Brinkley was already both, of course she would go for a guy who was both, but there are guys who are rich and famous who are far better looking than Billy Joel.

          I used celebrities as examples because no one here would know what I was talking about if I said that "Cliff" ended up with "April," or who any of the hot girls I dated were.

          "The Customer Is Always Right...But The Bartender Decides Who Is
          Still A Customer."

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          • #35
            In high school I was the shy silly freak that everyone picked on. *sigh*

            Here are the three things I learned in high school:
            1) Shame
            2) Guilt
            3) Humiliation

            I don't know how I ever made it out alive.
            I question my sanity every day. Sometimes it answers.

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            • #36
              Even now, I still have loads of guy mates. Guys are simple creatures, without the terrifying PMS moodswings that women have.
              People who don't like cats were probably mice in an earlier life.
              My DeviantArt.

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              • #37
                Quoth Lace Neil Singer View Post
                Guys are simple creatures, without the terrifying PMS moodswings that women have.
                Yes, but we have another problem -- two heads, but only enough blood in our bodies to power one of them at a time.

                I'm actually kind of shy until you get to know me. After that, I'll talk your ear off. I've picked up a little more self-confidence since high school, but I think I still have a ways to go. I think a lot of that was from getting picked on when I was younger and smaller than most of the other kids. It pretty much came to an end when I when thru a massive growth spurt right around puberty, but something like that can have a lasting impression on you, even 20 or 30 years later.

                Interestingly enough, I've gone to all my class reunions, and had a good time every time, even with some of the people I didn't get along with back then. I think most of it can be dismissed as "stupid kid stuff", which most of us, thankfully grew out of.
                Sometimes life is altered.
                Break from the ropes your hands are tied.
                Uneasy with confrontation.
                Won't turn out right. Can't turn out right

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                • #38
                  It took me going to college before I realized that I really WAS pretty. Getting called an ugly c*nt every day at school will give you a bit of a complex. I've sinced learned that there are three types of people in High School: the bullies, the bullied, and the wallflowers. My school had just over 300 kids for 6 grades...total, and I was the lowest on the totem pole...still don't know why. I had fights picked with me, which I invariably kicked ass in (my dad taught me how to break people's noses, and put them in so much pain they can't walk...without leaving a mark). The kids on the bus naired my hair, cut it, burned it with lighters, put toothpaste in it, sugar in it when it was wet on a rainy day. I would come back from PE to find my street clothes all cut up, (I went to St. Vincent's when my mom wasn't looking to buy new ones). I just quit telling my parents how my day was when it was obvious nothing was going to change. It was so bad I had a list. Those kids should thank my parents, cause they're the reason nothing bad happened to the kids on that list.

                  I survived though, I'm more successful than any one of them I've seen in the last 10 years, most of em are bag bitches, meth heads and just plain white trash alcoholics. I'm going to my 10 yr reunion next June, just to sip my drink and enjoy the show. They can't hurt me now, and like I told the fat cow that used to be the head cheerleader that made being popular into a contest, "It looks like I won for a change."
                  ...how do used tampons attract thieves? ---Sleepwalker

                  Chickens are Asexual!

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                  • #39
                    I've sinced learned that there are three types of people in High School: the bullies, the bullied, and the wallflowers.
                    At my school, there were 4 types; the popular clique, the outcasts, the nondescript normals and the sycophants.
                    People who don't like cats were probably mice in an earlier life.
                    My DeviantArt.

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                    • #40
                      I hated high school. I had a great time in college, though. There, you actually do the work you're capable of and not get people mad at you for blowing the curve. I read, and still, read a lot. My best friend was the same, but, in a way, it was worse for her. She tends to get along with people who are older than her (she's between 5-10 years younger than me).

                      I finally ended the last friendship with the last person that I went to school with. Our life paths are just polar opposites. She's a stay-at-home mom of two, is very involved with thier church, and somewhat judgemental and close-minded. I'm a pagan, a druid (I do answer to "witch", as well), and believe that as long as you're not hurting yourself or anyone else, do what ever floats your boat!

                      I did go to my 10 year reunion, mostly out of curiousity, with the aforementioned former friend. I started the first day of first grade with about 98% of these people. One guy that had been a complete ass to me all through school now has the same hairline as my 71-year-old da! And time had not been kind to some of the popular kids. One thing happened that didn't bother me particularly since it was actually par for the course. It upset my friend more. I had done some fashion illustrations for the posters set up around the ballroom (I have a degree in Clothing, Textiles, and Fashion Merchandising). When whomever the speaker was was giving credit where it was due for everything that had been done (decorations, posters, music, etc.), I was not thanked. I think it was just an oversight, she thought it was on purpose. If it was on purpose, that's just sad. They obviously hadn't moved on mentally from high school. I don't know if I'll go to the 20th reunion, if there is one. If I do, it's going to be on my terms as I am no longer that same person whom they went to school with.

                      Of course, I could probably do a good job of scaring them by showing up whilst toting along my cauldron and other acoutrements!
                      It's floating wicker propelled by fire!

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                      • #41
                        My high school had two types of divisions: The racial ones (as bad as it sounds), and then the other ones. My high school was huge - almost 3000 kids in grades 9-12. We were about 1/3 white, 1/3 hispanic, and 1/3 african american, with a few asians and other races sprinkled in. [I know the approximate divisions because I held a staff position in JROTC there, and part of my job was making sure we maintained a racial proportion to the school, because my county is still under a federal desegregation order from the 70s]. Anyhow....

                        Within those groups, there were: The nerds, the smart cool people (NOT nerds), the jocks, the cheerleaders/dancers, the 'normal' people, and then the odd people. Each racial group had their own members of the above groups. The races DIDN'T really mix though. It's important to note that my area (central florida) is a historically....separated area. There's a street in the neighboring town called 'division street', which serves as the proverbial railroad tracks*. I went to an elementary school that was built in 1922 that was originally the "black" school. The middle school down the street used to be the "black" jail. It has a lot of history...

                        *Sorry to y'all across the pond (and I dunno how much Canadians know about American History). America has a history of segregating the races, so this is naturally a *touchy* subject. I don't want to offend anyone, but I'm letting y'all know about the generals of the situation.
                        Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it.

                        Proverbs 22:6

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                        • #42
                          It's funny about reunions. I am planning on going to my 20th, even though I completely bypassed by 10th, and even though the high school I graduated from I only went to for my senior year (I went to three high schools) and most of my friends there were younger than me. Since my time there was so short, and most of my friends were underclassmen, I did not know probably the majority of my classmates. But that was my favorite high school, and the one in which the "current" Jester started to emerge, rather than the shy introverted Class Clown who preceded him.

                          So, after missing the 10th, and with all the reasons I shouldn't go, why am I so hellbent on going to the 20th? Personal satisfaction and revenge. Basically, I know I have done things that no one else has, and I am going to quietly revel in it. Some things that I will have at my 20th:

                          --All my hair. At 38, this will be a big thing with some guys. Thanks, Parents!
                          --My beltline, almost. (My waistline has grown a bit, but is still only 2-3 inches over what it was in high school, and I am only 20 pounds heavier...and most of that, I probably needed!)
                          --I am a professional magician.
                          --I have performed magic for and amazed celebrities, and been flown out to Las Vegas to perform a private show.
                          --By the time of the 20th, I will be able to say I lived in Key West for 8 years. This is a place many people dream of visiting, let alone living in.
                          --I ran for public office. No, I didn't win, but I was on the ballot.
                          --I traveled the country extensively.
                          --I can say something few people anywhere could ever say: I have DJ'd at a clothing optional bar AND I have been repeatedly hired to DJ the pool party for a swingers convention.
                          --I have dated some of the most beautiful women I have ever met. Amusingly, it all started at this, my 3rd high school, with my First Love. Sadly, she won't be there, as she was a junior at the time. (Last I heard, she got married ten years ago.)
                          --I have at least one TV credit on my resume. And I did not major in drama nor have any desire to be an actor.

                          This is not to toot my own horn. I apologize to any here who take it as such. It is merely to revel in the fact that I did not live an ordinary life, and will be able to mentally laugh at those who graduated high school still laughing at me, and went on to a life of boredom, drudgery, and ordinariness.

                          And yes, kids, I will without question have a deck of cards in my pocket for that reunion. I plan on being ready to hit those folks with every weapon at my disposal...and I don't just mean my amazingly charming personality.

                          Is this whole idea vain? Yes. But in some small way, it will be immensely personally satisfying. Who DOESN'T want to go back and Show Them? And the best thing is...I won't have to try very hard to do it.

                          The gods and goddesses have been kind to The One Called Jester.

                          "The Customer Is Always Right...But The Bartender Decides Who Is
                          Still A Customer."

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                          • #43
                            Holy crap that is an amazing list. The only celebrities I've met was Gordie Howe (Hockey and a nice guy) and Hayes Jones, a gold medalist in the olympics in the 60s who spoke at my school. I don't plan on going to reunions as for many reasons stated but I have always taken things in stride, my family was amazed at how I was taking my final year with such a ho-hum attitude. But yeah, you lived quite a life Jester and you should appreciate that.
                            The Grand Galactic Inquisitor hears all and sees all.

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                            • #44
                              Quoth ihatethenba68 View Post
                              But yeah, you lived quite a life Jester and you should appreciate that.
                              "Lived"? "Lived"? What makes you think I'm even close to done?

                              Seriously, thanks for the compliment. I'll put my vagabond life up against the football star who ended up working for Motorola, Dial, or America West for the last 20 years, thank you very much.

                              "The Customer Is Always Right...But The Bartender Decides Who Is
                              Still A Customer."

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                              • #45
                                It's sort of funny. I finally got around to joining MySpace and dug around the MySpacers from my school...it is AMAZING how much some of the folks have changed. The little nerdy guy who had a crush on me forever (I was cool to him, don't worry) has turned into a muscular model/athlete, the snotty wench from a grade above me has very obviously had some BAD plastic surgery, etc.

                                Once they get around to noticing me, I'm sure they're going to be amazed at how different I am...i.e., self-actualized and secure enough to call a spade a spade...or a dirty, filthy, disgusting, bottom-feeding trashbag...yeah, you know. Heh heh heh.
                                "Maybe the problem just went away...maybe it was the magical sniper fairy that comes and gives silenced hollow point rounds to people who don't eat their vegetables."

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