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[billslates]

I'm in my dad's room right now. My left and right hands are pressing on the various keys of the keyboard simultaneously. My glasses are on crooked because they are crooked. The computer screen is at a crooked angled because i'm lazy

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[meanstotheend]

I remember...being mature. I remember being known by friends as a funny guy, and being known as the quiet and talented genius to everyone else. I hated Barney and Power Rangers, and always assumed they were for the generation after me, but after having seen the years that these shows were on I realized it was just me being "mature" I suppose.

I loved Looney Tunes. A lot.

I remember caring about school, but not enough to do anything about it. I cried in the fifth grade the first time I got a C. The next grading period I got a D an couldn't have cared less.

I was always someone else. When I was young, it was about pleasing those who I loved. I pretended to be interested in things that I wasn't to make people happy. I would tell myself these were the things I loved. I always knew I was a liar.

I used to lie to myself all the time, to make myself feel better, but I never fell for it. I also lied to others, but only to ease tense situations. No one found out, and things were always for the best.

I always got along well with my sister, and wasn't a very social person. Me and my friends would only hang out outside of school one a month (unless it was with Kristian. In retrospect, he was a lot like Jimmy). If that. I always had friends, but never knew how it happened. It was like they were just a constant of life, and were, and would always be, there. Every summer my sister, my granparents, and I would go to Marco Island for two weeks at the same expensive hotel, Eagle's Nest. My parents always worked, but usually made it for the second week.

I like using commas in my sentences, and frankily, the more commas the better.

I always thought of myself as the smartest. I knew my IQ score and I used my intelligence as a defense mechanism. Someone beat me at a game of kickball, well at least I'm a lot smarter than him. I liked to play football and was always good with hand-to-eye coordination. I got into soccer because I liked watching it, a lot, and my best friend for 10 years, Kristian, played. I played goalie, defense, and midfield. The coach never really let me try out for goalie at first, much to the behest of my teammates who had seen me play.

So was my life. It's changed a lot. For some unknown reason, I wrote this in a still much more comparable to your own. The Big Sleep is a Bogart movie by the way. :P

[billslates]

Yes. I found that out when reading the extras in the Maltese Falcon DVD...

I prefer ellipses to commas. I feel it adds depth to a thought...

Thanks for the words.

Really.

[meanstotheend]

i loves my elipses...loves my elipses!...lol...