SDMB High School

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I am Ruffian. As the name suggests, I love looking the (mild) rebel. I wear all black, preferring a long flowing black skirt with a mock turtleneck, and accessorize with at least a pound of silver jewelry. I wear a black felt hat at least once a week, and my makeup must always include bright red lipstick.

Several of my friends do drugs; one is arrested for dealing. I am extremely anti-drug and anti-alcohol, and never take a hit nor a drink (nor is it offered to me). While I don’t preach, my friends know how I feel about these things and try not to get high around me. My friend who was arrested bakes his 170-IQ brain with LSD and pot, and is never the same. I swear he dropped 30 IQ points, if not more. He winds up working at a Saturn dealership.

I am a virgin. As strongly as I feel about drugs, I feel almost equally strongly about not having sex while a teen. I don’t like the pregnancy risk, and know that I would never marry (nor want to marry) someone from high school. Besides all that, I’m simply not ready, and know it.

Men don’t seem to be attracted to me, anyway. A few flirt, but I’m asked out on one date for all of high school and was never asked to the Prom or Senior Ball (I will go to the latter on a “friend-date”). I counter my disappointment in not being asked by announcing they’re all stupid anyway, and I didn’t really want to go anyway. (Yeah, right)

Despite the dark exterior, I’m a choir girl. Sports are NOT my thing. I sing solos in most concerts, but hate my choir director. I think he’s gay, which isn’t terrible in itself, but I think he’s messing with one of my guy friends in choir. Actually, I think it’s more than just my one guy friend. I will never know for sure. He was a cruel, problemed man who will get forced into retirement the year after I graduate (why not BEFORE, dammit!).

I’m a writer. I edit the school magazine. I’m published for the first time in a national magazine when I’m 16, and am thrilled that my age had nothing to do with its publication (it wasn’t a competition or whatever).

I take the SAT at 16, get a 1200, and don’t bother taking it again. Sure, I would’ve done better as a senior, but why bother? 1200 is the cut-off score for the highest scholarship where I’m applying–no need to try to impress myself. My ACT score was damn impressive in itself when I took my senior year, anyway.

I like my mind. I hate my body. I mean, lots of us don’t like our bodies, but I find mine beyond repulsive. I cannot bear the thought of a man even wanting to touch it. I live in near paranoia that someone will see how gross my body is, and am very careful to cover it up as much as possible.

Yeah. I’m really, really glad I’m not 17 anymore.

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Paying attention to me and not being evil is basically what gets people into my friend zone. It takes a bit more to get into my “s/he’s safe” zone, btu don’t worry about that. [aside: get the hell on AIM, wouldja?]

Pasta is probably one of the easier things I’ve ever cooked :slight_smile: Very simple, and hard to mess up, though it’s been done before (messed up). As for garlic bread, think about that very carefully before you decide to make it. VERY carefully.

As for music, whatever you like, so long as it isn’t rap or heavy metal or much of anything country or western. My personal favorites span the late 50s to the early part of this decade (the 90s) with a few from the past few years. My Winamp playlist is 500+ songs, if that gives you any indication of the breadth of my tastes.

What’s your basement like?

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[hijack]

I’ve noticed that most of the females on this board, when they were teenagers, didn’t think much of their physical appearances. I’ve also noticed that every person I’ve heard/seen/whatever say that was attractive (in my opinion) at my age (18 - late high school for most, college for me).

All I can say is that I hope those of you who thought you weren’t anything special to look at in high school realize the opposite is true and has been for some time now.

Now back to your regularly scheduled SDMB High School.
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“uh… sure, that would be cool. Where?”

My heart’s pounding and I’m begging whatever deities there are that he doesn’t hear how nervous I am. I’ve never had this happen to me, and frankly I don’t know whether he’s gonna be my best (hell, only) friend or kick the shit out of me.

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iampunha,
In response to your hijack–I only wish I looked like I did in high school. Ha. Unfortunately, I didn’t appreciate it then. But life and kids will do that to a person… wink
You probably won’t see me on AIM or whatever because I’m at work… sigh.

Anyway.
My basement is nice. Like a little apartment.

How about I pass on the garlic bread and make up some lemonade? You like the Corrs? They’re in the player right now.
Now…tell me what you do in the computer lab all the time. I’m all thumbs when it comes to that kind of stuff. I always worry that I’ll push the wrong key and whole thing will explode. Don’t say that isn’t possible…you’d be surprised at what I’m capable of doing.

remark about the garlic finally hits–blushes

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Life and kids . . . in other words, yet another doper too old for me. Anyway, when you’re not at work get the hell on AIM :slight_smile:

I have never heard of the Corrs. What kind of music are they? And lemonade sounds okay . . . maybe I’m missing some suggestive innuendo there.

As for what I do on the computer all the time . . . well, there’s this message board I’m on. And there’s email and my writing and my friends from the message board. If you like some time I’ll be happy to show you what all a computer can do.

And forgive me for being the tenth person today to say this to you, but you look rather remarkable when you blush.

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The Corrs are an Irish band–a family actually. Three devistatingly beautiful sisters and a charming brother.

Lemonade? Nothing overtly sexy about it as far as I know. It just tastes good.

Uh…you are, by my counting, the only one who’s mentioned the blushing. And it’s fortunate that you like it because with lines like that one I don’t think I can help it. Too bad you don’t talk to people more…it’s a real shame to keep all that potential to yourself.
waiting for him to ask her to introduce him to her best friend…ah, high school

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So it’s Monday morning after the big Swiddle’s Party/Quarry Bash/Prom night. I stumble into my 8:00 class as the bell ends its reverberations on the brick walls.
“You’re late,” says my shrewish Chemistry teacher.
“Do you really want a lame explanation as to WHY?” says a cranky Swiddle. The Shrew scowles. If she says yes, I will launch into a triade on how morons can’t drive in this state, and when they’re not not-driving, they can’t park correctly, so they take up three spots, which means that I have to park in the middle school lot, and walk the extra distance. She knows this because we have been through this.
“Not really. Don’t let it happen again.” Says the Shrew.
“I will guard my time like my virtue.” Says Swiddle. There is snickering. And another week at SDMBHS has begun.

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8:00am on Monday and where am I? Still trying to figure out how to get my friggin’ locker to open. sigh Late again.

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<puts down the really nasty lab concoction he was prepared to inflict on the Shrew if she hassled Swiddles>

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And I bet the sisters are all substantially older than I am . . . would probably follow.

I’m sorry if you are embarrassed by blushing. I didn’t mean to cause you any discomfort. I just rather like seeing most people I know (females) blush. I like faces with color. I don’t talk to more people because I like to know a person beforehand, know what she’s comfortable with, so I don’t cause her any undue pain or embarrassment. Do let me know if I say something you don’t like, and I’ll stop.

So you’re waiting for me to ask you to introduce me to your best friend . . . why do you want to introduce me to your best friend? I’d much rather just spend the night with you . . . unless you’re not available and she (if your best friend is female) is . . .

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iampunha,
You are baaaaaad. And you’re going to get into trouble with Swiddles. She said no more flirting…well, shameless flirting anyway. And I have no intention of pissing her off.
(All the way through high school the singular reason most guys wanted to get me alone was to get the skinny on my gorgeous best friend. I was trying to prepare myself in the event…)

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It would seem, struuter, that the night passed us by. I will be in the PC lab around 2 pm or so if you’d like to talk. And as I’ll have finished all my work by then and be helping other people by typing their papers for them (I can get the average paper done inside of five minutes, while talking to you) if you’d like go to back to your place at some point that’s fine.

Any truth to the rumor you’re single and looking for a very shy computer geek-type person who you think is hiding a romantic personality beneath a wall of nonchallant "I’m not normal. So?"ness?

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I’m devily the one that drives her jacked up pickup into the lot everymorning with 5 guys sitting in the bed… I dont date any of those guys there all my best friends … I’m the one that will kick whoevers ass thats wants to start shit with me. I’m also the one that rides her horse in the homecoming parade… I carry my cowgirl hat around with me all day because it wont fit in my locker…I get ok grades and I never study… I get voted most likly to become a rodeo queen

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I wasn’t flirting shamelessly. I wasn’t even flirting that much. Besides, what Swiddles said doesn’t bear any weight on my statements, as I was in your car/house, thus your rules, not hers. And if you piss her off and she comes flying at you I’ll be happy to practice my form tackling. Would you like me to flirt with you? Whether it’s shameless or not makes no difference to me.

As for your best friend, the only reason I’d want to meet her is if you’re taken and she’s not. I have nothing to indicate this is the case, and in high school, from what you’re telling me, you were available, so forget about your friend. I’m talking to you because I want the skinny on you. Nobody else.

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What do you know? You must be typing the papers I’m helping them write. Oh, well. I’m not so great in the sciences…I can knock people who have trouble with essays. It’s good practice for me anyway.

Actually, I think you are referring to the rumor about the funny but weird chick who never thought she stood a chance with the quiet, sensitive-looking guy who could probably do better. Yeah, that would the be the rumor.

tries to look cool as she slams her finger in her just-opened locker–realizing that she doesn’t have any of the books she needs

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Science is another language to me. Apart from memorizing stuff, which is done most easily if you want to memorize it, I just like languages. French, English, Latin, Math, Sciences . . .

I heard that rumor . . . I prefer people who most would consider weird. They’re more fun to be around han those dreadfully normal people . . . ugh. As for that quiet guy, I don’t think he think of himself the same way you do. In fact, I know he doesn’t. He’s thinking maybe if he’s lucky the cute, cool chick (funny and weird to you) will be nice to him out of pity.

Why’d you slam your finger into the locker? Do you need help (with it or your books)? I might have one of the books you need, and if I don’t I probably know where you can get one and they won’t even miss it.

Don’t worry about looking cool. You look delightful just as you are.

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The book I need? Uh…it’s a notebook. I can probably get along without it for the day. This locker is evil. I can never get it open.

Um…Anybody ever tell you that you have great hair? rolls eyes in self-loathing. once more she’s stuck her foot in her mouth
Well…looks like they painted the gym floor…ugh. looks for nearest rock to crawl under

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In the front of the room, I don’t snicker, largely because I have completely tuned out of chemistry (it all confuses the heck out of me anyway; I’ll get out with a C- and consider myself lucky) and am busy staring blankly at the chalkboard and daydreaming…

But if I were paying attention I’d wish I could summon up Swiddles’ attitude when I needed it.

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If you need a notebook, feel free to borrow one of mine. As I conveniently have this period off (at my high school, I usually had between 1 and 3 free periods per day) if you’d like I can go to class with you and keep you from falling asleep.

I had that locker last year. What you have to do is not lock it but use another locker, as I did. I shared mine with this guy who hardly ever went to class anyway. You’re welcome to share mnie if you want, or there are some spared with devastatingly easy combinations.

Don’t worry about making small talk :slight_smile: If you’d rather just look at me or away or something, be my guest. It might be fun to go to your class. I don’t always go to mine. I read all my books the first week of school and I’ve basically done all the work needed for them . . . but anyway. Shall we off to your class now? And what class is it?(so I can mentally load my notes and interesting facts about whatever it is to do a really bad job of impressing you.)

As for my hair, I keep it this long partially to annoy the hell out of 75 percent of the people here. What would you do with it?