Collective Foal

NOBODY HELP ZACH WITH HIS PROBLEMS!!!!! Shiny, I have too much feels for your college predicaments. But I think you should get out and around more. Walk down Frat Ave. and just walk into a party. Find some people, enjoy yourself, use a little social lubricant (alcohol) unless you're against it, of course. HAVE FUN DAMMIT! The more places you go, the more likely you are to find a beautiful girl with great personality and all that jazz. (*sighs* Erin...)

Loving your new avatar. It's back and I love it as well!

I feel like a typical internet idiot when I say this, but I find these videos amazing and awesome. 4hpEnLtqUDg

You're not the only one, brother...

Reading Spaghetti Stories...

She said she had to leave the MLP project. I don't remember why that was, though. I redirect you to 'Because Hasbro is a suck.' 100% positive. I was never in doubt. Suck n: Something highly idiotic or irritating

So this guy isn't a man?

We've brought it up with the heads a few times but they want to give him a chance. I don't know the kid personally so if he has some behavioral problems, I wouldn't want to be too harsh with him if that turned out to be the case. However, the fact that he hasn't at least tried to change his attitude shows that he isn't taking this as seriously as he should. He's still studying beginner Java. (something which we finished going over in late december.) We can't just stop what we're doing and teach him how to do that stuff now, ain't nobody got time for that! THAT'S RIGHT! FUCK NO CHILD LEFT BEHIND! Anyways, after school on Fridays, every Friday, we have Metaphysics Club, where we bring out all our deepness and thinking and discuss it with everyone else. Everyone is cool and we all have a great time and we get some serious enlightenment out of it as well. But there are a few kids with some serious social malfunctions who treat the club like it's their vent to act like their immature, still-in-middle-school selves. I respect their situation, as I was very immature and awkward my Freshman year, but Metaphysics is not the place to be doing it. So anyways, there is one kid in particular who treats it like it's a joke hall and we constantly have to tell him to be quiet so we can discuss the matter (he does have some interesting things to say at times, though). There's also a girl in the club who is very pretty, kind, well-carried, and seems to have a serious thing going for me. So she needed a ride home and I, seeing the opportunity, offered up immediately. I then made sure she could be home at 5 and told my mom to pick us up at 5, so I could take her out to dinner. She accepted the offer and once metaphysics let out, we started making our way to Main Street. However, as we are exiting the parking lot, this kid (tall, scrawny, black jewfro, and glasses) comes running up and asks what we're doing. We say going to main street. Now he tells us he was supposed to go to the library, which is initially relieving, but THEN HE CALLS HIS MOTHER AND ASKS HER IF SHE CAN WAIT TO PICK HIM UP SO HE CAN HANG OUT WITH US. I MEAN WHAT THE FUCK MAN. Now I don't know if he has something going for this girl (her name is Erin), but I think it's quite obvious that you shouldn't try to tag along to a Male-Female group of two. I mean, have some respect for me, dude. But no, he comes along, and I don't know if I was being immature about it, but I made a point of making him seem unwelcome (holding the door for her and walking through so he had to catch it, telling him I didn't have the money to buy him food as well (still can't believe he asked me to) and then making the wad of ones in my wallet quite visible, etc.) But him and Erin are friends it seems, and he keeps putting his arm around her and all this bullcrap and I'm starting to get mad. And while he may have been doing all that and it sure as hell seemed like he came just to try competing with me, I made sure to be a gentleman and hold the doors for her and buy her food and hot chocolate and all that while this kid just acts like a bumbling pile of touchy-feely derp. The way she carried herself, I think she would respect my respect rather than his behavior. But I was the one who got her the ride home and bought her meal and treated her like a lady, so I'm almost certain I'm much higher in her opinion than the other kid. I'm just pissed that he had the balls to tag along in the first place.

Trying to get all my priorities assembled in writing. I have too much shit to do. And not just in schoolwork. On top of all the make-up work I have to do from my vacation to Florida last week, I have to get my community service hours submitted so I can graduate, I have to find out how I'm going to enlist in the National Guard to pay for half my tuition, I have to convince my parents to pay for me to go on the band trip to North Carolina in April, I have to look around for a job to pay for MORE of my tuition, I have to figure out what I'm going to do as far as the girl I just took out to dinner is concerned. Once I get all THAT in an organized list, I'll feel better and I'll be able to understand that they aren't as difficult as they sound all clumped together and screaming at me all at once. Then I'll be able to start getting things done and crossing them off/ @Bullseye Dude, that's terrible. How long have you been without a job now, like 6 months? I hope the best for you, man.

She said she had to leave the MLP project. I don't remember why that was, though.

WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU?!

Well, due to scheduling problems, I was placed in the lower skilled band. And for anyone, a C# scale is incredibly difficult. Every note in the scale is sharp, and you have to remember that through the whole thing. That's why nobody writes music in the keys of E, B, or D. It's just not nice to the musicians. But a lot of music is written in F and C, so yes, saxes generally play a lot of C#'s

^fixed _qZvIVsgJ_4 So I'm making commentaries now... 6NHU-Ercydw

So my friend was trying to explain the basics of C++ to me in advisory today (which still baffles me). Some kid (the kind who doesn't try in school and is immensely stupid) says "You can't get a C++ in a class, dumbass! It only goes to one plus!" I proceeded to calmly tell him "We're not talking about grades, jackass. It's computer coding." That shut him up...

I have a brick that texts. It's been dropped innumerable times and has never broken. It serves me well.

Getting accepted into college.

SWAG.MOV: Very Dragonball Z-esque. Welp, here are my opinions on the show at the present.

Hey guys. I'm hoping anyone of importance or care sees this. I want to let you all know that it's been quite a run with all of you here at the Farms. I've had some really good times with you all. But lately, that hasn't been happening anymore. I used to get on Steam and have people from this place on me all the time, asking me to play this game or that game. Well, that feeling of such a close-knit community is gone. And I really miss those days. I miss having ABG and Username around to brighten things up a bit, but shit happens and people change and leave. And with the community heading in the direction I've seen, I don't think I can stick around to watch it die, or turn into something I can't even love. To all of you I've made friends with over these couple years, I love you. To list a few of you: Alyxx (The greatest mod who ever lived) Rarity (One of the greatest people I know) Chuck (My semi-twin brother) Jek Jek (You gender changing wanker ) ShinyObject (The friend I always wanted to help, but only seemed to receive help from) Bill (The now inactive coolguy mod) Psychotic (The hater we turned into a great guy ) Humin (The new guy I came to like a lot) Epsilon (TF2 pro and the starter of the legendary war) Kaweebo (The ultimate wackjob who will certainly hold a place in my heart) I'm sorry I have to go like this, but I'm tired of getting mad at people because they want to change this place and its people. I thought it was great the way it was. The whole forum was perfect, and I never wanted it to change from what it was. But with my closest friends here packing up and leaving, I'm afraid I'm going to have to head out with them. Again, I'll really miss you guys. Be sure to keep in touch over Steam. Thanks to Alyxx and a couple other awesome friends, my library is quite large and I'm sure we can have a good time together. I may come back, but I wouldn't get your hopes up about it, and if I do, it won't be for quite some time. I might come back and check up on the place every now and again, but I won't make a true return unless I think it's getting back to its old nature, the way I liked it. Once again, goodbye. This is Fluttershy signing off.

Scariest moment in my gaming career just happened about 3 hours ago. The fucking Antlion Guardian in Episode 2 pops up right behind me and makes me jump clean out of my chair.

I lost that ages ago. I gave it away. I sold mine to Satan for his everlasting obedience. I then forced him to care for some stupid kid named Leo... *ba dum crash*

I'm kind of a good author... I mean... I'm not legendary or anything though I damn well should be... But another fic with similar atmosphere that I read the first 3 pages of and gave up on due to length was one called End of Ponies.

Another movie that fits that description EXACTLY is Rubber.

I'm absolutely calm. That's the thing. Whenever I post a counter-argument because I feel that someone has attacked me personally when they don't know shit, I'm not seething with rage as I type it. I'm just wording it strongly to get my point across. Anyways, Whooves, if that's how you're going to be, then just avoid talking to me. I have mid-terms next week and don't have time to deal with this shit right now. So I'm gonna put you on hold while I work out the part of my life that matters the most. You keep doing whatever it is you do.

All these terminal transmissions are kind of giving me the plot in the future anyway. I'm already able to anticipate what's coming (I get that from my father. My foreshadowing abilities are more like 30/20 foresight...)

Whooves, you're a damned retard if you believed half the shit I said was meaningful in any way. Axel, I appreciate the defense, but stand back, cause I got this. Okay, so the fact that my clothes smelled like cigarettes was a product of being with redneck friends (practically family). I would never smoke anything in my life. Get that straight, now. Taking smoke and shit into my lungs is not one of my priorities in life. This was not a DESIRED result of going down to visit them, it was an EXPECTED outcome. Checklist does not mean "Things-I-really-want-to-do list." I did gamble. I lost an almighty 3 dollars in a friendly game of 31. That doesn't make me a gambling addict. I honestly disliked the fact that I was putting even that miniscule amount of money at risk of being lost. And yes, I drank. I get drunk every now and again. That's because I like to have a good time. This time in particular, though, I had A can of beer, that's 1. And that was with friends and family around. So Whooves, my advice to you is: 1. Don't be such a judgmental douchecanoe about the things people do. My opinion of somebody else never decreases unless I actually see them with my own eyes, acting like an asshole. I don't care what they do, only how they act. I know people who get off to tentacle porn and chain smoke and have piercings all over, but they're nice people, so I think no less of them and I make friends with them. So far, it's worked very, VERY well for me. 2. Don't jump to conclusions about anything unless you have the full story on it. Reading "My clothes smell like smoke" and jumping to the assumption that I enjoy smoking is absolute bullshit. I can't say I'm perfect about this; I used to assume and blame people for terrible and petty things, but now I damn well try to exhaust every possible option before I accuse someone of something or assume something about someone. 3. Don't try to act like some source of limitless wisdom just because you know a few things. Saying cliche shit like "Smoking and Alcohol are bad for you," is not going to improve anyone's opinion of you. Yes, it's true, but it's not always right. For a guy who has to work twelve-hour shifts with lazy sacks of shit at a job he absolutely despises so he can keep his family alive, I would say a few smokes or a shot of bourbon would actually be a great thing for his mental health, far outweighing any physical effects it might have. And you wanna know something? I think a little bit less of you now, knowing that you're a judgmental, assuming, attention-whore. I thought you were a brony, dude. Doesn't that code we have mean anything to you. Have you learned nothing from it?