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We went to my niece's softball game last night. My youngest son, who's first game is tonight, and I had this conversation. Him- What position did you play in tee-ball. Me- I didn't play tee-ball. Him- Oh right. Softball? Me- I didn't play softball. Him- Baseball? Me- I didn't play any ball throwing around sports. Him- None? At all? No sports? AT ALL? Then what DID you do? My little (athletic brother)- She was in BAAAAANNNNNNDDDD. ~snickers from all around including people I don't know~ v.v My eldest son then patted me on the back as if he was consoling me. -.-
It will be ok. Lots of band geeks go on to lead long fulfilling lives.
I my obnoxious posts on here, trying to start an argument every other posts was a really stupid mindset.
I spent too much time in conflicts, that's it. I've realized this is a message board with different cultures and opinions, who cares if someone goes against your mindset, unless it's a serious issue.
I my obnoxious posts on here, trying to start an argument every other posts was a really stupid mindset.
I spent too much time in conflicts, that's it. I've realized this is a message board with different cultures and opinions, who cares if someone goes against your mindset, unless it's a serious issue.
I spent too much time in conflicts, that's it. I've realized this is a message board with different cultures and opinions, who cares if someone goes against your mindset, unless it's a serious issue.
Post by LoveLuckLaughter on Apr 22, 2014 21:45:39 GMT -5
Paranoia from lack of sleep is setting in. There are some people on here who I think must be the same person, or a person who was once here and is now gone, or their long-lost-put-up-for-adoption twin brother.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Paranoia from lack of sleep is setting in. There are some people on here who I think must be the same person, or a person who was once here and is now gone, or their long-lost-put-up-for-adoption twin brother.
You're talking about the new poster Wolfhound John, right?