[17:17] bluexrogue2k: I don't understand why most White people don't like squid
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Here we go. Greetings to all that read this. My name is Brandon, I am 20 years old, and recently engaged. I consider myself a good person. I help old people with groceries and save people from fires, so to speak. I own an iPod, and it is broken.
I adore certain video games. I am currently playing Dark Cloud 2. Dark Cloud 2 is known as Dark Chronicle in Japan. I think that's a much better title. Dark Cloud 2 is an action role-playing-game where a kid that sounds like Robin from Teen Titans hits annoying things with wrenches. It's fun.
I'm taking a History Of Cinema class at COC, and am enjoying it thoroughly. I'm definately what you'd call a regular at the Valencia Library, and have been burning through a lot of classic films I never got the chance to watch before.
I don't own nice clothes, though I would love to. Today I opted for the (probably a decade old) Starfox64 tee, as any true player would. My brother just walked into the room, saw that I was in here, and left. We're not really speaking to each other right now. He said some pretty not-cool stuff behind my back about the girl I intend to marry. This is coupled with the fact that I trusted enough in him to tell him of our engagement before I told my parents (who I knew would be unsupportive). It made me more dissapointed than angry. Still waiting on that apology, as you can tell.
My relationship with my parents is very strained, and call it a lack of faith but I don't see it getting much better. After repeatedly being told what was wrong with my life (of course the happiest parts for me), I wrote a letter detailing my honest feelings, and my letter was thrashed. I'm man enough to admit I cried many tears the day I got my reply. I cried not because the words struck a nerve, but because I couldn't believe how little I said really mattered. I avoided speaking to my parents for as long as possible, until I started to look like the bad guy. This is my second time seeing them since then. Other than smalltalk, no interaction really goes on. Though between silence and fury, I choose the silence.
My family moved to Frazier Park back in December '05. I hate what this town stands for in my life. Gone is the deep relationship I once held with those who gave me flesh. It has put a strain on EVERY SINGLE relationship in my life. Honestly, the only times I get to see my friends in my old stomping grounds are when i'm already there to visit my fiance. I kick myself regularly for not taking up my parents offer of finding a few friends to move into my old house. However, I also know that this may mean differences in my relationship with Danyelle, and I wouldn't risk changing a thing in the world. Due to my residential instability, i've seen my F4 friends, say, about 8-10 times in the past year. That just ain't right.
Eh, just going off on myself. I'm kinda done talking about my life for now. Write more about my life later, as to satisfy THE BULGE.
aka The Elge
aka Livejo
aka Good Night, Y'ALL
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