True Confessions>
Spur
Just in case you couldn't do without it. (actually, this is about my only personal room, so I feel an urge to keep it).
Blade Runner
but there aren't any confessions...
scotty
Blade it would be nice to have some confessions on here. I know *&*&*&*&*&@#%(@*(#*#&*#&@$&^&@#@&$&*(@#^&@(#@^&$(^@^&^@$^#&@^^(@^$@#&^@
Italian Stallion
Scotty? Confess yer name, willya?
deadman
i have a confession to make, and it may shock some of you. i'm a freak. really. thank you.
Spur
Not all stories have happy endings. It's wierd, sitting here, knowing that this isn't some movie, this is my life. This is my life. This is reality. And yet, it always seems something is missing.
A while ago, around a few months I suppose, a man walked into the life of my family. His name is Petr. He is from Czeckoslovakia. My brother invited him to our house when he was in Europe during the spring. To get into the United States, you need an invitation from a citizen, and Petr wanted to get into the United States. He and my brother Geoff were going to try to implement a business scheme, a importing business. They would buy crystal for cheap in Europe, saya buck a stem, and transport it to the US where they'd sell it for much more. My mother was a bit surprised at this, but figured everything was okay, and even let Petr stay at our house. After a while, we got the call from him, and the news was in, he was coming to stay for a while.
We have a study/spare bedroom downstairs, so this was no problem. He came one day, and he and my mother seemed to hit it off pretty quickly. The first few weeks he was here, it seemed as if Petr was always working downstairs at the table or making phone calls to some place or another, presumably arranging the business. My brother has always been rather irresponsible, so I didn't expect much out of him, although he did seem to be becoming more and more responsible for himself lately. My brother is 22 now (but was only 21 at the time) and Petr is 19. I remember Petr doing quite a bit then, although he did have some annoying habits, most notably leaving the milk out of the refridgerator. Little, but annoying.
My mother has been in a deep depression for months now, and is only now starting to recover. I hope this latest blow doesn't hold her back. We're starting to lose the money that she made selling the land on Whidbey Island, and she's going to have to go back to work some day. When she's depressed, she needs somebody to lean on. It was me until I went up to Debate Camp in Bellingham, then she transfered that leaning to my brother and her boyfriend. When Petr arrived, it seemed that she had transferred that lean to Petr. They were often going out to a bar to play pool (Petr lying about his age to the people, he looked old enough). Things seemed to be going well.
I remeber, I went to Dirty Dave's, a local pizza parlor, one day with my friends. That was the first time I tried acid. I was acting pretty weird, and everything was cool. I was playing video games, and somebody tapped me on the shoulder. It was Petr. I tried to act pretty normal (hopefully successfully). I guess that really doesn't have much to do with anything, but it's something.
After a while, Petr started to take the driver's test. He had an internation driver's license, but needed a washington license if he was going to be driving much more. My mom was letting him use the old Datsun when heee needed it, mostly when he was going up to Seattle. He had also been trying to come up with schemes to get citizenship, and eventually settled on marriage. He was planning on marrying a woman named Joanna, I guess, except theres been some problems lately, problems I didn't know about. Hold on, I'll save this, be right back.
Spur
I suppose the problemns started happening around this time. I've probably forgotten something, but oh well. Actually, the problems really started when my mom decided to put in the sprinkler system.
We've been working on landscapoing the house for years now, but my mom really got a lot dobne during the time she was away from work due to depression. After a while, she decided to install a sprinkler system, under the pretense that it would increase the value of the house. Really, she just had money, and she needed to spend it. So she agreed with Petr to pay him if he dug up the ditches needed for the system but avoided the plants. Of course, he didn't. He dug up the yard alright, but just dumped the dirt on the plants. My mom was angry with this, but she was also angry with the massive phone bills he was racking up that he wasn't paying, and worried about the checks he was bouncing (she guessed from the frequent letters from Petr's bank).
Oh, I suppose something else is important. A few weeks before this, we went to Top Foods to get some videos. Petr was really wild about the videos. He got in the front seat (which was fine by me) but then proceeded to fold the chair all the way back, into my knees and beyond. It was a joke... for a while. After a while, I got tired of it and told him to stop. It was annoying. He didnt. It was still a joke to him. So we went into Top Foods. On the way in, he hit me, in the stomach. Not enough to make me gasp for air on the ground, but not a tap. It was a joke to him. He hit me again inside the store. This time, I was tired of it. Mainly because I'm a guy who values fairness above most everything. And considerng that he was bigger than I was, he wouldn't let me hit him. Silly, I know, but I'm a silly guy. So he walked away, and I told him to not hit me. He ignored me. I followed him and told him not to hit me. He ignored me again. I figured he had the message, but was too embarrassed to respond. I figured everything was okay. So we walked back to the car after picking a few movies. One thing was sure, I was not about to let him sit in the front again. So I got there and stood in fron of the door. He shoved me out of the way, so I shoved back. He stood firm, and I told him that I wasn;t getting in the car if he was sitting in front. Things escalated, and I said "fuck you. You're an asshole." to him. He looked at me and told me to not say that to him again. Why not I asked. What will you do, hit me again? At this point, my mom rolled down the window, and asked if she should let him in the car (power locks in our car). I said go ahead, but if you do, I'm not getting in. She didn't let him in, and he just turned around and walked away. I got in the car, and we drove to go get him. Afterwards, we had a talk at home. I made it clear that he should not hit me. He made it clear that Inot call him names. But he feinhgned ignorance that he was doing anything wrong. I suppose that's the end of that episode.
So, my mom paid him 50 bucks advance for the work. He did a shitty job. Then, he asked for the rest of his money. My mom gave him 70, which I guess is not what they agreed on. She said that this included his immense phone bill, and the advance money. He said he didn't want to pay the phone bill, he needed more money for Seattle. He had to pay for his own food in Seattle! (God forbid!) Just one more confrontation.
Then there's the car. I suppose this is the killing stroke. HE drove the Datsun to Seattle without permission. He assumed it d its his own car. The Datusn is 17 years old. My mom does not want to soak money into it. But Petr does. So, he gets a new battery and two new tires under the belief thaqt my mom will pay for them. She does, without wanting to. But, they arrange VERY CAREFULLY that Petr is not to take it to Seattle. He has to go to Seattle again in a while, so they arrange that he leaves it at the little store halfway out Cooper Point and take the bus the rest of the way. You may ask, why does he have to go to Seattle? His job is in Seattle. Plus, he's sharing an apartment with some gusy in Seattle. So why does he need to stay at our house? He's still trying to pass the driving exam in Olympia. He's still driving with an international driver's license.
So, then my mom looks at the little store. The car is not there. Now she is really starting to get pissed. This was one thing they made clear! One night, she picks me up from a friend's house and goes to see if he left it at the bus station or if he took it all the way to Seattle. We find it, unlocked, parked illegally, with the keys nowhere where he said they'd be. We have to push it into a legal parking space.
By noiw, my mom was pretty mad at Petr. What's more, Geoff indicates to her that Petr might not even have a international driver's license. If he doesn't and he got in an accident, she'd have to pay for any damages. Insurance would not cover it.
Eventually, Petr returned. My mom was asleep at tp at the time, and I was at Zied's house. Geoff talked to him, and supposedly told him that he was no longer wanted. Today, my mom just kicked him out. She is really angry. He doesn't have an international driver's license. He's been lying to her for months. Possibly stealing money. She feels betrayed. I just said goodbye to Petr, before leaving this messsage.
Spur
Sorry, I know yo don't care.
Shane
shit.
Shane
that's a damn good piece of literature.
Chris the Shaych
Gee. And I thought *I* had a nasty life!
Hello! I am Chris the Shaych (aka Chris Swanson). I'm nineteen, and still live at home with my (to coin a phrase), swaggering, overbearing, tin-platted dictators with delusions of godhood (my parents). They seem to think that I'm still 15. They are loads of fun! The Gestapo could've allmost taken lessons from these people. They make me be off the phone by 10pm, make me pay $150 a month in rent (not much, except that I only have a part time, minimum wage job, and am trying to save money to get out of here. Anyone want a shaych roomate?). Plus, since they don't trust me at all, I can't have any of my male friends over for the night, since they think that I might (Gods forbid!), give into my natual ugres and (shudder!), have sex with them! Further, while I was looking for a job, they made me collect 4 apps a day, and then write them all up on a list on the fridge! AUGGGGHHHH!!
At least I don't have weirdo's fromw Czechoslovakia living here! :)
Chris the Shaych
Spur
Sounds like you got it a hell of a lot harder than I do. Why not move out? You really aren't saving much money by living in there (never heard of parents charging rent) and you're losing a lot. Might as well move out, get a apartment you can share with somebody (reduce the price) and live in (relative) freedom.
Chris the Shaych
I would LOVE to move out. Except that I have NO money. Tell me, do YOU know anyone who wants a shaych roomate?
Chris the Shaych
Spur
How do you pay for rent then? Didn't you say you got a job?
Spur
And what the fuck is a shaych?
Roya Naini
Spur..your life is probably VERY easy, compared to a lot of people...I don't konw why, but i get that impression.....don't your parents care what you do? And Chris, whats wrong with Czechoslovakians?
Shane
no, actually, I did care. I enjoyed reading that immensely. it was probably magnified by the fact that the conversation around here sucks, but... oh well.
Chris the Shaych
Shaych: (n/v): Contraction of shay'a'chern: 1) Gay. 2) Gay.
They charge me rent and expect me to pay it when I get money.
Chris the Shaych
Shane
I'm glad you added the second definition... that really cleared things up.
Spur
Hmmm... At least you can always deny that you have money... And yes, I would consider my life to be very easy, more because of the way I look at it than anything else, but what's your point?
Shane
oh peeeniiis
bill
Ya, what is your points?
Spur
You would never say peniis, that would be redundant.
Spur
You gom.
Roya
My point?
Spur
I think I'm in love. I just had a dream, a dream that I was in love with somebody. And I've dreamt that I was in love with the same person many times, including recently.
In the dream, I was at my house with Russel McConnel and Angie Botana. I was busy talkibng to Russel, and I said there was somebody that I liked, and the name I mentioned wasn't Angie's. I looked over to her and she looked downtrodden, and sad. And I held her and spoke comforting words to her. And I knew that I loved her.
Just about two weeks ago, I had a similar dream. I was at a party somewhere, and I had just laid down to look at the stars outside, to relax. Angie came along and laid down next to me, and we looked at the stars together. We spoke a little. I think I told her that I had a crush on her in 8th grade (which was true). And we said a few things, and I knew I was in love with her.
Back in 8th grade, I fell in love with her for her smile. Ooops, 7th grade. I didn't even know her. But I was feeling extremely down one day, and without even knowing who I was, she gave me the most beautiful smile. We had the same ma6th class that year...for a while. I found out her name eventually. I remember being so in love with her during that time. I would go down to the beach and think for hours, just looking at the sky and at the crows.
/Now I think I'm in love with her again. She's the kind of person that I want to hold, to snuggle next to, to hug. I want to hold her hand and gaze into her eyes, and smile back at her. I want to comfort and help her and I want her to comfort and help me.
So, I've gotten this far. But what next? I really don't know. I am not the most social person. I'm not the handsomest, by a long shot. I just don't know what to do. Any suggestions?
Chris the Shaych
Bonk her on the head, and hual her off by the hair! Actually, just simply talk to her, like you normaly would. Be nice, ask her out, etc. Of course, since I'm shaych, I'm probably not the best person to give you advice, but love seems to be the same both ways.
Chris the Shaych
Spur
Yeah, probably is. But Hey!
Shane
now that you've said it here, it may not be too long before the word is out... but like chris said, you just need to talk to her. which probably seems impossible... but..
Spur
That's kinda wht I was hoping actually (about word getting out...) I kinda made this room because I feel like I want people to know me, one of the most egotistical things I can think of, but hey.... People, feel free to post whatever you want in here about your life. Personally, I've kinda decided that I can trust everybody on here, that you're all decent people, and that there isn't really that much about my life that I consider really private, too private to share with somebody. I"'m willing to tell you anything you want to know...
Shane
I think it's a good room... however, I have a hard time thinking of stuff..
Shane
I have a boring life.
Chris the Shaych
You'll tell all, eh Spur? Don't tempt me...
Tell me... anyone out there have any advice for a young 19 year old shaych who wants to lose his virginity?
Chris the Shaych
Spur
Uh, I'm not too experienced in that area of life... /Find somebody you like and fuck em, I guess. Okay, Friday I woke up about 8:30 and went back to sleep because my mom is gone and once I miss the bus, there is no way I'm going to school. I live like 7 or 8 miles away from school. But around 10, I got calls, and thought it was the school seeing if my mom was home. I didn't particularly want to answer it, but it rang like 30 times, so I thought it was important. On the phone was Shane telling me how turned on he was to me. I wasn't totally sure who it was but then Zied got on the line and told me to come to school. So I started hitchhiking and got a ride about two miles from home all the way to school. Once I was at school, I walked to the mall and bought some music at Camelot, Nitzer Ebb and KMFDM. Then I walked back to school just in time for the end of first lunch aned screwed around till second lunch when I ate lunch with Pasha and folks. After lunch got out, I went with Zied to his house where we got is tapes and then we walked back and fucked around until the assembly. So we sat up int he balcony for the homecoming assembly, mainly to see the skits. Somebody handed me a sign saying 'Class of 93' or somesuch bullshit. Then we moved over to Wnedy and Val, who were in the middle of the seats. We decided to alter the sign to say something cool, and I started in writing 'FUCK' on it with a pen. Just when I was almost finished, somebody tapped me on the shoulder and I looked up into Mr Seeley's face. He wanted the sign and he wanted to see me up in his office immediately. I got up and walked off, presumably towards his office, but I went off into the woods isntead when I was out of his sight. I didn't particularly feel like talking to him. So I went itno the woods and talked with Russel until the buses came. Then we all got on the buses (me, zied, russel, paul and noel) and went to my house.
Spur
Then we fried. Russel had three, I had two, Noel had two, and Zied had one. Paul didn't have any. After we started to feel the effects, it became obvious that Noel was having a bad trip and he kept crying and being really violent. Apparently he was hitting things and kept telling us to stop look pointing and talking about him him. Zied and me went down to the beach near my house and looked at everything. It was rad. I hallucinated for the first time. Zied was totally wrapped up in the water, but I was seeing little cool things in the sky and rainbows and beautiful colors. After a while, we went back up to the house, where Russel was pissed and Noel was still having a bad trip. Apparently we were just going to have to be around him for about twelve hours. By this time it was like 7 something in the evening. Zied and me talked with Noel for a while, but after a while, I went on the same responsibility trip that Russel was on and started trying to think of what to do about Noel, but Zied just kept playing around with him. After a while, we wnet outside (me, Zied, and Noel) and talked and played on th3e skateboard. I was seeing neon tetras in the pavement and was talking philosophicla things that were really cool at the time. Noel became calm and his trip turned into a good one. I think Zied was really responsible for turning Noel's bad trip into a good one. A while later, the three of us plus Russel went down to the beach and looked at the things again. It was cool, but not as cool as it was with just Zied. So we went back up to the house and danced on a totally thrashed kitchen floor (covered with potato grapfruit and eggs). Later on, Noel, Zied and I had the raddest headbang EVER to "Smells like Teen Spirit". It was awesome. Afterwards we couldn't do anything but lay down on the floor and rest. but eventually we made it up to my room. We talked for a hiwle, and eventually the lights went out. We figured Russel must've flipped the fuse box, but he had put the toaster in the sink and it shorted out and flipped the fuses. So we talked for a long time and had a non-conventional pillow fight, then finally went to sleep.
Spur
The next morning was cool too. It seemed as if everyone was content, happy with themselves and others. We weren't frying anymore but we were happy. I was pleasantly surprised to discover that nothing in my house had gotten broken, and Russel went around cleaning up thge house, which was nice of him. It was really cool, none of us were making fun of each other, all of us were thanking each other for everything, we all felt good.
Shane
neat
Captain James T Kirk
-o
Chris the Shaych
Facsinating... And to think that there is so much of life that I've missed out on by never drinking, smoking, or using drugs. Boy. What fun. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, Spur. Let me know next time, and I may well join you, if you'll have a poor lonely shaych along... :( No one loves me... sigh. Oh well, at least I got sex yesterday and Friday (and for a change it was with someone else!!).
Spur
Actually, I do have a few gay friends... If you're that anxious to lose your virginity, I can tell them about you...
Shane
I only know one. at least only one that's open about it.
Spur
Yeah, could be some more private ones we don't know about.
Shane
it is, of course, an illusion.
Isis
That's my point, it's an illusion, it doesn't make me feel cool, I mean I'm glad I know all these people and everything but it doesn't make me feel cool, it's just distracting when I'm trying to think...but sometimes it's nice though...when I don't feel like saying hi I just usually smile...
Spur
It's nice. Who the hell can think ibn those halls anyways?
Isis
I tend to totally phase out actually...
Lightning
Really? That's interesting...
bill
You mean, like, disappear? Wow, cool!
Lightning
Like a hologram?
Captain James T Kirk
Or a transporter???
Isis
yeah...that's why I don't like saying hi to people...it's a pain to re-appear...
Roya
i called your name about 3 times on monday, and you didn't hear me....is it spelled Vicki, or Viki?
Blade Runner
No, I don't subscribe to that. I can't afford too many magazines, and you know how many there are in aviation. Tons and Tons of them. I think I've seen it advertised though. Right now though I'm not the most qualified for most of those positions. I've got alot of good experience but I don't have the required hours yet. Right now it's just smaller jobs and teaching, I don't expect to be flying larger corporate aircraft for probably another year to two years... the ecperience takes a while, ecspecially when you're trying to finish up a four-year degree...
Lightning
Yeah, I know what you mean...
bill
Well, that's a True Confession.
Lightning
Thank you, o-man-without-life... We needed that confession... I am a jerk... Thank you...
Italian Stallion
I'm not either. But right now I'm really pretty thrashed.
Chris the Shaych
Forgive me father, for I want to sin...
Roya
ok, i have to confess... this is really stupid, somebody else call and leave messages.
Blade Runner
Ok, how's this?
Spur
this is stupid.
Isis
this is really dumb
Captain James T Kirk
Well, if you poeple would quit bitching about it, and start some conversation, it woulden't be so dumb, WOULD IT???
Isis
hmmm....maybe if you didn't CALL OUT so much...I know you were calling out less than a half hour ago because I left cc and your board on auto dial and when I got on to cc you were the last caller...
Italian Stallion
That's not fair. He has to be able to call out. If he's netting with cc I would hope he doesn't call there other then to confer with the sysop though.
Roya
well, ok, i have to confess again, i actually had fun with the PFC Sat night... let's go out to pizza again sometime.
Captain James T Kirk
Isis, i WAS NOT the last aller at cc, i WASEN"T able to get through.
Shane
that wasn't the pfc. that was a good chunk of the pfc.
Spur
yeah, you forgot somebody. even if you don't consider him to really be a person.
Roya
sorry shane. i'm sure that if you had come along, it would have been a just dandy too. hehe.
Shane
roya has no respect for me at all. I might as well be a field mouse.
Captain James T Kirk
I just HATE bacword messages...
ETHAN WALKER
thgouht d'I etirw gnihtemos sdrakcab ereh, tsuj ot ssip ffo elpoep ekil uoy ohw t'nac tsiser gnidaer ti esuaceb ruoy oooos derob.....sa syawla
Mugwump "the taerg"
Captain James T Kirk
Who has so many damned names???
Italian Stallion
Shane.
Spur
shit, what a pisser. and i read that, too. ffo kcuf.
oedipus
THere should be a backwards filter.
Italian Stallion
There should be a filter against one person having so many damn names.
Spur
he's not ethan walker. i think.
Roya
Shane- Don't put words in my mouth.
Roya
I actually read that backwards message, thinking it had a point. now i'm sorry i did.
ETHAN WALKER
OS, ym sdneirf I erofeb E si ton syawla eht tghir elur, yllaicepse nehw gnitirw sdrawkcab, hee tee, pmuwguM "the great"
ETHAN WALKER
yb eht yaw, siht si nahtE reklaW, ohw esle dluoc etirw hcus suoinigne segassem? retal......Mugpmuw
Scorpion
I refuse to respond to anything I can't read as it scrolls by.
Italian Stallion
I'm sure he's been delt a fatal blow with that Scorp.
Spur
suoinigne? tahw eht lleh si suoinigne?
ETHAN WALKER
sti a nitaL evitavired gninaem "lufretsam or hsinietsniE" emoc erutpuR, uoy dluohs evah nettog taht eno, dna yb eht yaw...I detrats siht edom fo egassem gnitirw, os t'nod og illiM illinaV,K.O. erutpuR...saicarg
pmuwguM "eht taerg"
Roya
all i see is Mille Vanilli, and i'm goin' to the next room.
Roya
woops, that's spelled Milli.
Italian Stallion
Does it matter?
Captain James T Kirk
nope.
ETHAN WALKER
emoc syug, sti ylno sekat a elttil ecitcarp..uoy nac od ti! pmuwguM "eht taerg"
Roya
you know, i'm actually starting to get used to it... i can read his messages faster... there's no way in hell i'm gonna start typing like that though.
Spur
ho, i ees ruoy dradnats-elbuod dradnats WON... Fi I od ti, m'i a ruesop.. tub eht tser fo me', yeht dluohs yrt ti, s'ti nuf. Llew (sob) nahtE reklaW (sob, yako, os eus em, i t'nod yrc sdrawkcab), i t'nod ekil yuo eromyna. (sniff). Nmad dratsab.
ETHAN WALKER
erutpuR...m'I yrros...I tsuj tog detcartsid yb s'ayoR dab edutitta dna lla, uoy nac etirw taht yaw fi uoy tnaw.....RESOP!!..(yrros I t'ndluoc tsiser)
pmuwguM "eht taerg"
Spur
ah, fuck it. it's just not worth it anyways.
Lightning
Ethan, I finally get a chance to say: It's INGENIOUS... oS ereht...
Oyra
hmmm..
Blade Runner
I wouldn't go so far is to say ingenious...
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