Quote from: Sharky on October 05, 2011, 06:06:13 PM
I'm happy that I don't have work today.
Just ate dinner, had spaghetti.
I have a ton of homework to do, but I'm going to go watch Dexter instead. I'm on Season 2 Episode 8. I'm so hooked on this show.
I'm also trying to think of a gamertag. Feel free to give me suggestions.
I can't help ya with suggestions but when you come up with one, feel free to add ShadowCore90 (me). Don't think too much about it ... my brother's is completely ridiculous, something to the effect of TiddlyPantsBear, and he's a big hairy manly guy. Think of something you like, like a game, a movie, a character, a place, etc. and add your name or some other cool random word. I chose mine because I was playing as Shadow on a Sonic game and thought of a word that sounded cool with Shadow. You will probably think the name you choose is ridiculous and stupid but others will probably admire it, or at the very least not give a damn.
Quote from: PixieBoy on October 06, 2011, 12:33:25 AM
My desk emits a strange, "harshly chemical" smell, something like solvents, and it might be that the heat of my tea cup is actually melting some of the paint. This smell has given me a slight headache. I'm going to quit coffee because it messes with my stomach and I'm afraid of addiction. Be prepared for more posts along the vein of "oh GOD, this headache, it's killing me.. why did I give up coffee?!?" I also found out something about my parents that I wish I hadn't. I am becoming worse at socialising with my classmates. This is very bad. I think I'm having horrible grades as well.
I'm a fiend for addictive substances. Which is why I will never experiment with drugs :S I can't go a day without caffeine so I know your pain. Also, I'm horrible at socializing too. Either my anxiety causes me to be a little awkward or I have trouble translating thought into oral speech (something about damage to the tissue between to Wernicke's area and Brocca's area of the brain, perhaps... I was dropped on the head as a baby and since have had my head knocked around a few too many times ^.^) In other words, I occasionally have a hard time speaking and putting a logical string of words together. As far as writing and critical thinking go though, I'm fine, which makes me doubt any kind of aphasia. :/ Regardless, I'm sure people at work think I'm weird. Which is fine, the girls don't seem to mind my company, probably because I've spent he majority of my life socializing with women. I seem to add some sort of entertainment value to the place with my goofy personality and lack of regard towards gender roles.
Quote from: BMXJake on October 06, 2011, 02:33:12 PM
NICE avatar Ryno.
Shut up baby, I know it.
Quote from: Squirrel698 on October 07, 2011, 10:59:51 AM
So flipping angry and hurt and knowing that I'm being silly but unable to control it. I never intended for this to happen but I have such a killer crush on this guy. I feel like I'm approximately 12 years old. The problem is he doesn't return my affections, if you can call them that. I'm half ready to go to his apartment and beat him up. Just to get him to pay attention to me. That doesn't sound like affection to me. It sounds like obsession.
I see him about once a week and perhaps talk to him once or two for a few minutes on google talk between. I have his phone number but I never call it. When I am with him I'm always fighting to just stand near him. I don't want to do it, but I literally can't help myself. He treats me with a good degree of caution. It's not that he's mean to me. In fact at times he's been very nice. Helping me out when I needed it. I feel like I'm a simmering pile of emotions that very well might explode. I've asked him out a few times, just as friends and been politely turned down each time. He's afraid to be alone with me. As well he should be.
Last night I messaged him and he barely responded. Common sense tells me that he most likely was genuinely busy in some way. My crazy ass irrational side takes it completely the opposite. Ignoring this has not helped. It's made it worse. I'm not at all sure what I should do now.
Thanks for letting me get this out. Good idea for a thread
Sometimes the voice you think is the "crazy irrational side" isn't completely wrong. It's good to listen to both sides when torn. He may have been busy, and cautious. Don't feel ashamed of it. We all feel the same way now and then. It's something you need to fight to move on from, because even if he were to return your feelings, it wouldn't be healthy. Even if you are just innocently infatuated, you need to move on because it's only going to hurt you more. Unrequited love hurts.
The subtle body language we pick up from others often speaks louder than our voices. It's helpful to pay attention to it and respect the invisible boundaries people put up. It's not even necessarily YOU as a person he's uncomfortable with, but the subtle messages you're giving him. He probably is fine with you as a friend and co-worker or classmate but he may be unsure about your motives.
Give him (and yourself) space, try to keep your distance when you do see him (a nod and "sup" and quick update on life and such and move on) and then drop it. Act like your not interested and distract yourself with any menial task around or talk to someone else. It'll be easier to move on that way and he may loosen up and relax around you an be more open to being just friends.
Hope this helps and I'm sorry if it doesn't. Just remember not to blame yourself or feel bad about it. It's pretty common and it happens to pretty much everyone.
Quote from: JayValentine on October 07, 2011, 05:29:19 PM
Feeling kind of sad lately because I've been reading too much about all these kids taking their own lives and being bullied (lgbt).
I've had in increase in creativity lately, so I've been able to do more art work, which feels good because when I can't come up with ideas I get frustrated and lose my only outlet for stress/anger/pain and even happiness...
My pain is going away (endometriosis - pelvic/lower back pain) but it's still kind of there and today it's just uncomfortable. I find out on the 19th about going forward with a hysterectomy, which I am so excited about and I should be getting it done before the end of February! My body is doing a battle of the hormones lately, and I've even managed to cry which is not normal for me, I usually find it very hard to cry. Also I've been thinking about asking my surgeon if I can keep my stuff they take out and put it in a jar, lol. I'm weird that way. I have nothing against my baby maker that may have never worked, I just don't like it inside me, but I'd like to keep it very much... on my shelf that is. 
I am working on going raw vegan... it's not going so well, so hard to do! Today I ate way to many processed foods and I have a real craving for french fries. Stupid testosterone, I used to be able to eat one meal a day *unhealthy I know, but now if my stomach starts hurting and I just keep eating! Raw food is so unfilling!
Your surgeon may not be the only one to think pickled ovaries is weird

I'd keep it in a closet or at least explain it to someone you bring over for the night, hahaha. But hey, to each their own, if I get a hysterectomy I want my tissues donated to someone who can use them - for research and such and I might inquire about having any fertile ovums frozen for couples wanting invitro fertilization (or for my own later use?).
Anyway, congrats about the hysto bro

I hope it goes well!
As for myself, I have 7 minutes before I head off to work, I can't find the full pack of cigarettes I swear I just bought two days ago, and my feet are hurting more lately (plantar fasciitis/flat foot and no insurance for custom orthotics) I have no money, I have credit debt up the wazoo and somehow have to pull money out of my ass. I can't ask my dad because he'll guilt trip me about him still having to look after me and pay my rent and credit bills and make me feel like a pathetic piece of crap, and then go into my transition and go on about how I'm making his life so ->-bleeped-<-ing difficult (even though he has a house, two cars, food in his fridge, clean laundry, a full-time career, a dutiful partner, and a huge family that loves and supports him while I'm ->-bleeped-<- broke).
Good news, I love my job and while I'm aching like ->-bleeped-<-ing hell every night when I come back, it's worth it because most of the people there respect me and enjoy my company.