Shit That Gets You Mad v2.0 - The Endless Cycle of Hatred
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[QUOTE=FlakTheMighty;34351934]Everyone try connecting to 108.225.42.136. Default port.
Using this jar. [url]http://assets.minecraft.net/12w03a/minecraft.jar[/url][/QUOTE]
I can't connect
FUCK
[QUOTE=Daniellynet;34359136]It's down. :([/QUOTE]
[IMG]http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tv_n_wgMed0/TfrYMtVJnfI/AAAAAAAACqs/Uwv_4n-4Q3A/s400/sad-face-1.jpg[/IMG]
Damnit, I just got on my computer.
[QUOTE=horsedrowner;34358220][img]http://dl.dropbox.com/u/764206/Screenshots/Borderlands-credits%20clever.png[/img][/QUOTE]
Didn't one of them say "Your mom"?
Edit:
[IMG]http://puu.sh/elFA[/IMG]
:v:
[QUOTE='TheDark[PL];34359527']Didn't one of them say "Your mom"?[/QUOTE]
It was a while back, but possibly.
Jesus fuck that emote scared the shit out of me.
Anyways how I have to wait an extra hour to be picked up because my mother is being pussywhipped at her volunteer job at my sister's school library.
Here's how the phone conversation went:
"I can't pick you up because I'm covering for someone"
"Why"
"Because I'm a nice person"
"I mean why can't this person come in"
"Because... I don't know"
<Selects Doubt>
"You do know"
"Ok fine, I had to cover for someone at the last minute because she had a hair appointment"
<NEW CLUE: Lieing mother who puts books before her son.>
"How long are you going to be?"
"Another hour"
<Selects Truth>
"Ok I'll wait"
1 hour and 30 mins later still no one. Going to call again.
I bet all kinds of cool shit is going on in the server and I'm not there for it
Fucking school
Nope
It's down.
:c
How most maps on toybox AREN'T NPC NODED.
[QUOTE=Mister Sandman;34359629]I bet all kinds of cool shit is going on in the server and I'm not there for it
Fucking school[/QUOTE]
My house has a giant red mushroom on top of it now...
[QUOTE=Mister Sandman;34359629]I bet all kinds of cool shit is going on in the server and I'm not there for it
Fucking school[/QUOTE]
Cool shit happened, until the server went down.
Also, some creeper spy helped Filmslacker's dad escape, we had to kill him.
[editline]23rd January 2012[/editline]
Also:
Part 1-2 of video, no problem.
Part 3:
This video contains content from National Geographic, who has blocked it in your country on copyright grounds.
Sorry about that.
GO FUCKING SUCK A COCK.
Suck my proxy fucking country block.
Fucking hell my friend unloads her problems onto me.
Sure I like helping her and I'm glad to help but it's frustrating for 1hr and a 30 minutes she's still not sure if she likes this guy. The way she's describing him sounds like a right cunt too.
I honestly do not care anymore.
A hot friend-girl gave me a kiss on the cheek, I kissed back. :dance:
But I don't see her til tomorrow. :(
My mom called me twice while I was in class a couple hours ago, and my teacher was mad cause he heard the vibrations. In the last 10 minutes of class I went up and apologized, then said how stupid it was that my mom called me knowing I was in school. He said I could step outside and call her back.
So I did, and guess who answered?
My little sister, who is four, yet fully capable of taking my mom's phone and using it to call people.
She was sad cause I didn't answer the first two calls, and I told her I couldn't talk cause I was in school. When I called back just now since I'm sitting in the hall, out of class early, and my Mom gives her the phone. She said she couldn't talk cause she was watching videos on Youtube.
So that was adorably annoying.
I've decided to post this here. I posted it on a different forum I've been going to since I was 11. I feel like I know all of this shit about you all, but you know nothing about me.
So here's a synopsis of my teenage years.
[quote]So I need to type this out because it has been eating away at who I am for the past 4(almost 5 years).
Back when I was in 8th grade I started to become severly depressed. I hadn't heard from my father in months, he didn't seem to care about me and my step-father seemed to hate me. My mother was also going through some anxiety issues and was on Paxil and Xanax for those. Well, 8th grade came around and I fell in with a group of (looking back) really scummy individuals. Drinking vodka at 12-13, smoking weed, doing ecstasy, etc. I allowed my grades to slip to almost failing and was in a perpetual state of grounding for almost all of that grade. No computer, no Xbox. Nothing. Shit sucked dicks.
Around November I began to self-harm. Cutting, scratching. Whatever got me the release of my issues. Looking back this was the stupidest thing I could do but I think it was mostly as a cry for help to my mom/step-dad, saying: "Hey, your son is fucked in the head. Help him!" Obviously it didn't work.
Well, April comes around and somehow I ended up dating one of those scummy people. In my quest for sex I figured "Hey, maybe if I supply her with drugs, I'll get to hit that." So, every morning from April 2nd to the 10th(not counting weekends, I can't remember the weekends in there...) I would wake up in the morning, walk out to the living room and steal Hydrocodone from my step-fathers medicine cabinet. He had these from an elbow surgery he had the year prior and wasn't taking them. I don't know how many total I took but I know each day, I personally downed 8 of them and gave her a random number. Well, this girl was possibly the most retarded bitch I've ever met. She took the pills in the middle of the cafeteria and a girl reported her. When they called her down to the office she said my name within a minute of being in the room. Next thing I know I've got two principals and a cop walking into my science class, grabbing my books and escorting me out of the room. This is the last class of my day.
Over the next 2 weeks shit goes really bad. I'm cutting even worse now, I'm suspended from school for a year and a half and I'm also being charged with nine felonies. They tell me I'm going to be tutored at the library for the rest of my time in eighth and ninth grades. I start off my ninth grade year with a bang, 98-100 on all the shitI hand in and I'm still depressed as fuck. I barely sleep, I put on 120 lbs and I'm up to a whopping 460 by the time I get into 10th grade. 10th grade my depression comes back harder than ever and destroys all of my grades. I sleep in all of my classes because when I try to sleep at home my mind wanders and I end up laying there until 6 am when I have to get up sobbing. I actually get zeroes on my tests, that's how bad I was doing.
Well, I somehow pass the year except for English, so I doubled up on English in my junior year. Junior year doesn't go much better, I pass MOST of my classes, but basically sit there saying "It's not worth it, I'll be dead by the time I graduate anyways." Meanwhile, I'm keeping this facade of a tough guy, Mr."I don't give a fuck cause I'm just going to deal drugs all my life, homie." I gain a couple friends and shit via this, but they don't know who I really am. April rolls around again(why does everything happen in April for me!?) and I finally tell someone. My friend at my lunch table was scratching his skin off and cutting. Another friend was mocking him for it, calling him weak. I flip out and start screaming at him. Tell everyone that I did that shit too and that he doesn't know what goes through our minds when we're doing it. Things return to normal within a week.
May 23rd I can't take it anymore. I was sitting in class and realized that I had been mentally planning my suicide. Like, how I'd do it, etc. I wanted to cry. I just raised my hand and said I was going to vomit and that I was going to the nurse. I get there and tell her all of my depression/cutting stuff and nothing about the suicide planning. She offers to call my mom to get me some help, and I say yes. So she calls my mom the next day.
My mom was PISSED. Like, screamed at me for lying about cutting, told me she didn't have time for my shit with my grandfather making her run everywhere for him. It really was counter-productive in the end. It made me feel worse about myself and all throughout the summer, despite my mom saying she'd get me into the doctor, I never went. It's September 17th, 2011 at 2 AM right now. And I've yet to see a doctor about any of this.
I just recently ended up no longer being friends with that intolerable fuck that was mocking my depressed friend. The friend that was cutting ends up trying to kill himself and gets put into the hospital over the summer after graduating. I buried myself into learning about computers over the past year and a half and feel almost ready to take the A+ certification. However, my depression is still there. I need all of my classes to graduate and WANT SO BAD to do my work, and have been so far this year. But I'm worried about what will happen down the road. Whether I will follow suit and stop doing work after the first 10 weeks and have to repeat some classes and not graduate on time, or whether I might just drop out. I'm honestly scared.
If any of you read this, thank you. Thank you for being the only person to know the story of my teenage years besides myself. And thank you for caring enough to read it.
Oh, I'll throw this in:
TL;DR:​ I'm fucking CRAZY.[/quote]
[QUOTE=Dr. Deeps;34361682]I've decided to post this here. I posted it on a different forum I've been going to since I was 11. I feel like I know all of this shit about you all, but you know nothing about me.
So here's a synopsis of my teenage years.[/QUOTE]
Whoa. I'm at a loss for words. If I can help or if you want to talk, you can add me on Steam, although you've probably said most of it already.
[QUOTE=PotatoArmada;34354396]I got a letter from the highschool I went to demanding $150 to replace a locker. No way in hell I'm going to pay for that. I don't even go there anymore.[/QUOTE]
I can't believe this shit. Called them up about this telling them I'm not paying for it. Turns out they want a replacement on the locker from when I put a huge dent in the door. Wasn't necessarily my fault because it happened when some kids jumped me and slammed the door on my head a couple of times. Told them they can ask those kids if they want a replacement. The school management there is as dumb as plywood.
[QUOTE=hexag0n;34361959]cya facepunch[/QUOTE]
wait why
where are you GOING
[img]http://puu.sh/emFx[/img]
WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS DATE MEAN, HEXAGON? DOES IT MEAN WHAT I THINK IT MEANS? WHY DID YOU SNIP IT. GET THE FUCK BACK HERE AND DON'T FUCKING DO ANYTHING.
[QUOTE=Dr. Deeps;34362055][img]http://puu.sh/emFx[/img]
WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS DATE MEAN, HEXAGON? DOES IT MEAN WHAT I THINK IT MEANS? WHY DID YOU SNIP IT. GET THE FUCK BACK HERE AND DON'T FUCKING DO ANYTHING.[/QUOTE]
it's the automerge
[QUOTE=FreakySoup;34362073]it's the automerge[/QUOTE]
Oh. I was thinking something WAAAAAAAAAAAY different.
[QUOTE=Dr. Deeps;34362055][img]http://puu.sh/emFx[/img]
WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS DATE MEAN, HEXAGON? DOES IT MEAN WHAT I THINK IT MEANS? WHY DID YOU SNIP IT. GET THE FUCK BACK HERE AND DON'T FUCKING DO ANYTHING.[/QUOTE]
Don't overreact. It's not like he's gonna suicide or go postal or anything. Probably going to bed or going for a ban me.
[QUOTE=ProffesorAssHat;34362019]wait why
where are you GOING[/QUOTE]
He posted that cat.
He posted "that cat"
Instant Perma guys
Got called in because my teachers have been complaining.
My computer class teacher is just worried about problems that don't exist, my construction teacher is whining because I'm not doing anything, which I'm not because I've got no fucking idea what anything he's saying means, and whenever I ask for help he gives the absolute minimum possible.
[QUOTE=Hardpoint Nomad;34362191]He posted that cat.[/QUOTE]
I really do not understand why people can't just, you know, leave, without getting themselves perma'd.
[QUOTE=horsedrowner;34362303]I really do not understand why people can't just, you know, leave, without getting themselves perma'd.[/QUOTE]
Go out with a bang.
[QUOTE=Hardpoint Nomad;34362319]Go out with a bang.[/QUOTE]
Then people forget about it in a day. The cat is hardly a bang and more of a sizzle.
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