Author Topic: Getting Out of the House  (Read 32104 times)

I finally left the house today. My normal routine is wake up, go to school, come home, do homework, play blockland, eat, sleep, repeat.

Well, today was different. Because I've got no computer, no cable, no internet (stuck on cell phone. :/), no videogames, and no technology, I was forced to improvise.

I decided to talk a walk, I got lost, and was stuck outside exploring my foreign neighborhood for 6 hours.

I had fun, but I'd rather sit at my computer all day and do random stuff.


What happened to your computer/internet anyway?

maybe you should try getting a life. i did, and it ended up getting me laid.

If you get lost in your own neighborhood, you need to get out more.

I can imagine this as a comercial.
"But with my handy iPhone, I found my way back home just as easy as taking a walk down the street!"

maybe you should try getting a life. i did, and it ended up getting me laid.
Pics or it didn't happen.


What happened to your computer/internet anyway?

I'm moving, again. I've been moving every year since 2002. This is due to a lot of bullstuff entering my mother's and my life because of my crazy brother (Yes, his need for phyciatric help has been announced by 6 different therapists).

So yeah, my computer is packed away for the moving. My videogames are no different. The cable and internet have been cut off because my mom didn't need it. Little did she know that not having internet cripples my social and academic life.

maybe you should try getting a life. i did, and it ended up getting me laid.

I don't need a life to get laid. Just ask my girl friend.

 :cookieMonster:

If you get lost in your own neighborhood, you need to get out more.

I agree, sadly.

I agree, sadly.
my parents take different exits out of neighborhood, i know where everything/everyone is

I don't need a life to get laid. Just ask my girl friend.

 :cookieMonster:
Your hand laid you?  :cookieMonster:

Little did she know that not having internet cripples academic life.
Library.

I have no life, and look how well I turned out  :cookieMonster:

I'm moving, again. I've been moving every year since 2002. This is due to a lot of bullstuff entering my mother's and my life because of my crazy brother (Yes, his need for psychiatric help has been announced by 6 different therapists).
Really? Me too! :D