This relates to Maastricht’s question. I’ve heard it said that boys actually talk best when they’re doing something else; riding in the car, playing games, working on something. Anything that keeps their hands busy. Otherwise, they’re probably too self-conscious to talk much. Do you find that’s true?
Don’t be sorry. I’ve already mentioned that I enjoy your writing; otherwise, I’d never have pestered you so long in this thread. Sometimes a flowery way of saying things just gets in the way; some of the best prose ever written is simple, plain, direct, and powerful.
This relates to Maastricht’s question. I’ve heard it said that boys actually talk best when they’re doing something else; riding in the car, playing games, working on something. Anything that keeps their hands busy. Otherwise, they’re probably too self-conscious to talk much. Do you find that’s true?
Don’t be sorry. I’ve already mentioned that I enjoy your writing; otherwise, I’d never have pestered you so long in this thread. Sometimes a flowery way of saying things just gets in the way; some of the best prose ever written is simple, plain, direct, and powerful.
This relates to Maastricht’s question. I’ve heard it said that boys actually talk best when they’re doing something else; riding in the car, playing games, working on something. Anything that keeps their hands busy. Otherwise, they’re probably too self-conscious to talk much. Do you find that’s true?
Don’t be sorry. I’ve already mentioned that I enjoy your writing; otherwise, I’d never have pestered you so long in this thread. Sometimes a flowery way of saying things just gets in the way; some of the best prose ever written is simple, plain, direct, and powerful.
I swear to God, I only hit Submit Reply once. Really. Once. Then I went out to walk the dogs, and came home to find that my computer had made a mess on the thread.
I write fiction, non-fiction (mostly about philosophy and my past and such, it’s interesting and amusing, even if only to me)… and poetry, I have some of my rather awful poetry on my website, (not trying to self promote here) http://www.geocities.com/fluffy_kitten142001/mypoems.html, they’re AWFUL and only up because friends wanted them.
Why do teenage boys do that little head nod thing when they see you? It drove me crazy when I was in school. I’d say hi to a friend, and they’d just nod at me. Are teenaged boys incapable of words?
And nearly every boy I knew in high school had a name for his member…do you have a name for your genitals? (To this day, I can’t hear “Cap’N Twinkie”, “Long John Silver”, “Spanky”, or “Gus” without laughing…)
Teenage Boy - What’s the deal with being a jerk and totally ignoring said girl when the two of you discussed that the situation was fine & you didn’t want it to get weird? Jerk.
How can you tell that a teenage guy is intrested in a certain girl? And if they are, how come they can never make the first move? Sorry, I’d just really like to know.
[hijack] and yes, lynne, i am still a teenager, don’t you dare say different[/hijack] (sorry)
He dunks her pigtails in the inkwell. (Okay, I’m not really that old…)
That’s a no-brainer – people don’t make a move on people they want to ask out because they’re afraid of getting shot down and sufficiently emotionally fragile not to want to risk rejection. And that goes for any age.
Personally, as a female teenageer, if I like someone, I make sure they know, and I mean KNOW, it’s a waste of possible affection otherwise. Ya never know, after all, unless you try. It is somewhat infuriating when guys don’t tell you they like you, but what can you do? Maybe they aren’t entirely sure, or maybe they just want to keep it as a fantasy because they wouldn’t know what to do if the girl liked them back. I don’t know, really, it depends on the male. It can be kind of confusing, especially if one of the people in question likes to flirt- they may just like to flirt and not actually want to be with the other person. :rolleyes: It’s confuddling and kind of annoying, but I think it’s a good thing, keeps males on their toes. Have to get them back somehow, after all.
Oh, and Pammipoo, it’s just a greeting, some of us female species do it to. It’s kind of like acknowledging a person’s existence and letting them know that you are aware of the fact that they waved/said hello/greeted. Just another way of saying hello. I think it’s gained use and popularity because it’s easier than interrupting your thought train by stopping and saying hello.
Mr Visible
My Room
I currently live in a apartment, due to my parents being divorced. The walls in my room are white, with posters on it consisting of X Men, Fantastic Four and Darkseid. My door is brown, nothing really interesting there. interesting about it. On my bookshelf(first one) I have various books on coding languages(and HTML, since that’s apparently not a programming language). Only with HTML do I have any first hand knowledge, hopefully C+ Visual Basic are not too hard. I also have a few Spin and Mad magazines lying around that area ;).
In my closet I have my clothes, but also my bins o’ stuff. They’re all full of my comic books, magazines and drawings that I’ve done(I wanted to be a artist, but I’m not really good enough for something like that, unless I develop art ability in a few years or so). 4 bins in total, gathered from about 4 years of collecting.
Next is my desk, which houses my computer, PS1, TV and N64. My computer really needs a upgrade for everything, likely cheaper to get a new one.
In my drawers, I have all my CD’s, computers or otherwise. I have Civilization 3, one of my most cherished games(nest to Starcraft.). Unfortunately, this computer is able to just barely run it, but my lack of drive space causes me to lose all my hard drive space whenever I play more than a half a hour.
In the bottom drawers I have my evil, horrid, really bad MP3 CD’s. Yes, I admit it. I’m completely devoid of any morals or ethics. ::Sob
Next to my computer is a printer, which I never ever use, not that I really ever have I need to use it. Next to that is my Boxes o’ stuff, containing even MORE comics, magazines, drawings and various paper composed clutter. Even farther in is my dresser of doom, located beside my window of doom, across from my bed of DOOM! Sorry. On it are my various books, most of them gifts. I have a couple Isaac Asimov ones, one very sad and alone Stephen King novel, my heh harry potter collection.
After that I have my Chronicles of Narnia series, from which I get my namesake, a few cheesy SF and Horror novels and a few comic TPB’s. Located next to it is my window to the Outer Core of the earth, AKA Surrey. It’s quite nice here, although the weather is screwy a lot of the time. Next to that I have my bed, which is modeled after Speed Racer’s car. My mom bought me a monkey and I named it Chim Chim, because that’s Speed Racer’s monkeys name and in it we go VROOM VROOM and pretend to be Speed Racer.
Only Kidding.
I hope you like my essay, Mr. Visible.
