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I present another song that I was miserable enough to write
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There's not a lot happening, it's another gray day
I don't really know what to feel, don't know what to say
Got two girls on my mind, but no hope for either today
Guilty thoughts parade around my inability to succeed in any way

Hope will come, it always does
but not today, it's just too gray today

The sky happens to reflect my blurry, morbid mindset
I'll mess things up, I'll make things worse, I bet
Don't know why I did what I said or said what I did, atleast not yet
Of course it goes without saying my actions were anything but well met

Hope will come, it always does
but not today, it's just too gray today

"Lazy, arrogant, sarcastic, obnoxious...", keep going you're halfway there!
You speak these truths and I wish I could do more than sit here and stare
I won't deny the truth, we both know today I wouldn't dare
The worst part though, on these gray days, is, try as I might, I just can't ****ing care
---

Today sucks
 
Anybody have any tips on how to concentrate and stay motivated on a particular subject? I am finding it so impossible, even with the TV and everything off, to keep my mind focused and not wander.
 
Qonfused said:
Why do you need to focus on one subject?
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Well, because I'm learning Biology.

And then I'll need to learn the other sciences. I just can't concentrate and my mind wanders constantly.
 
Got my guitar back from the shop today, and it sounds pretty much like the greatest sound possible to ever be heard ever times six plus INFINITY

If that makes any sense.
 
It'd make more sense if you multiplied by infinity and added 6 instead.
 
Raziaar said:
Anybody have any tips on how to concentrate and stay motivated on a particular subject? I am finding it so impossible, even with the TV and everything off, to keep my mind focused and not wander.
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Ritalin, lol.
 
Supply me with some.

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I was looking at community colleges in the area earlier today.

It was depressing to say the least...
 
Why even be so subtle about saying that? I already know I have it! It's not diagnosed, but I'm certain!
 
I'm certain I'm a genius. I haven't taken any tests or anything, but I'm certain!
 
@Raz - Take 2 OMEGA-3 fish oil pills 3 times daily, and mix Flax seeds in your cereal, and no soda or coffee. Drink tea instead.


sinkoman said:
I was looking at community colleges in the area earlier today.

It was depressing to say the least...
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I took some classes in various community colleges. If you take things you are interested in, it can be sort of fun. What is depressing about it?

Might try some online courses for free.
 
Well... if there's any other explanation for why I can't concentrate on anything, even VIDEO GAMES much of the time, I'd like to know!

And you are a genius. Nobody does pointless pixel art quite like you do.

@ Virus... My dad had bought some fish oils with omega fatty acids for me to take for my depression... but I haven't been regular about taking it.

I do have flax seeds but haven't been eating those much either.

I pretty much never drink coffee, and I drink maybe one soda every 3 months. Water all the time for me.
 
I think I have an ear infection. And even though I've been paying for university health services lumped in with my tuition for the past three years without ever having seen the doctor, I have to pay now because it's summer and I'm not enrolled in classes. Bah!
 
Is it just me or does this place seem dead?
Like slow as far as activity.
 
In the winter of 1939, the Soviet Union was dicks. Russian Premier Josef Stalin thought it would be really ****ing hilarious if he all of a sudden sent like two million of his dudes over to nearby Finland to start kicking everyone's asses and seizing whatever land he could get his borsch-covered hands on, while simultaneously kicking puppies and shouting profanities at inanimate objects in a vodka-and-caviar induced roid rage. While this may have been a laugh riot for Stalin and his numbnuts cronies, the Finnish people obviously were a little unhappy with the prospect of having all their cross-country skis, Winter Olympics gold medals and salmon fishing boats captured by a rampaging horde of godless commie bastards, so they decided to open an extra-large can of whoop-ass and give the Russkies the ballsack kicking they were apparently looking for.

Now when you think of Finland, the phrase "military powerhouse" isn't exactly the first thing that pops into your head. Likewise, when you looked at Simo Hayha, a slight-framed Finnish farmer who didn't stand an inch over five feet tall, you also probably didn't think "total ****ing unstoppable badass". Well let's just say that first impressions can be deceiving.

Simo was a member of a Finnish organization roughly equivalent to the minutemen of the American Revolution. He had done his state-mandated one-year term in the Finnish Army, reaching the rank of corporal, and was living a peaceful life in a farming village not far from the Russian border, spending his days farming, hunting, and crushing giant logs into sawdust with his bare hands. When the Soviets crossed the border into Finland with the expressed purpose of busting Finnish heads, Simo was called up into service. He went out to the wood shed behind his house, grabbed his old-school Russian-made Mosin-Nagant M28/30 rifle and headed out to take some commies behind a proverbial woodshed of his own.



Hayha's specialty was his knowledge of the forests, his enduring patience and his impeccable rifle marksmanship. A sniper by trade, he would dress up in all-white camouflage, sneak through the woods with only a day's worth of food and couple clips of ammunition, and then lie in wait for any Russian stupid enough to wander into his killzone. His first battle-experience came in the hard-fought Kollaa campaign, where a severely outnumbered Finnish force bore the brunt of a large-scale Russian assault. Temperatures at this time ranged from -20 to -40 degrees Celsius, and the entire forest was covered with several feet of snow. While this played havoc on the inexperienced and under-equipped Russian invaders, the Finns were right at home in it because FINLAND IS ****ING COLD AS SHIT ALL THE TIME and they're used to it there. Throughout this campaign, H?yh? basically just ran around doling out head-shots like the ice cream man gives out Dove bars on a hot sunny day in the Sahara desert. His personal best was ****ing twenty-five kills in a single day. That's like an entire baseball team.

Throughout the Winter War (as it would come to be known), Simo Hayha ran around being what experienced HALO players would call a "camping fag", and scoring enough kill shots to make ****ing RoboCop and the Terminator hide their heads in shame. He would come to be known throughout the Russian Army as "The White Death", and at one point in the war they even went so far as to try and launch a couple of goddamned artillery strikes on locations at which they thought he might be hiding. That's desperation there - like even more desperate than a nymphomaniac babe at a convention for castrated male models.

After hearing about how much ass Hayha was kicking out on the frozen tundra of eastern Finland with an antiquated bolt-action piece-of-shit rifle, the Finnish High Command decided to give him a special award: a custom-built Sako M2/28-30 Sniper Rifle of Headshots +3. He put this to good use, killing the ever-loving shit out of anyone that crossed him. On several occasions the Russians sent their own snipers to take him out, but Simo managed to win those duels every time. You see, Hayha not only passed out long-range silent death to anyone with a red star on his hat, but he did it without the aid of a telescopic sight. He preferred to use the rifle's regular iron sights because it allowed him to present a smaller target, and because several of the commie snipers he moked out were given away by a glint of light reflecting off the lenses of their scopes. He obviously didn't want to fall to this fate, so he went balls-out and wasted assholes the old-fashioned (and unarguably the more hardcore) way.

Finally, on 2 March 1940, some Soviet bastard got a lucky shot off and popped Simo Hayha in the jaw with an explosive bullet. H?yh? fell into a coma and was pulled off the field by his comerades. He would finally awake eleven days later, on the same day that the Winter War ended. He would go on to live to the ripe old age of 97.

The Winter War ended as a victory for Finland. The Red Army captured a mere 22,000 square miles of territory and lost close to one million men, more than forty times the number of Finnish casualties. Simo Hayha received five medals for valour, including the prestigious Kollaa Cross, and was express-promoted from corporal to second lieutenant. Throughout the war, Hayha raked in a total of 505 confirmed sniper kills (in some sources he is credited with 542). On top of this, he also mowed down two hundred men with a Suomi 9mm submachine gun, bringing his total kill count to over 700 men in under 100 days.

Nobody in history has ever been credited with more confirmed kills than Simo Hayha. He was an unlikely war hero who used patience, cunning and precision to defend his country, his home, his people and his freedom from communist totalitarian oppression. He was an unstoppable killing machine the likes of which the world has never known before or since.
 
French Ninja said:
In the winter of 1939, the Soviet Union was dicks. Russian Premier Josef Stalin thought it would be really ****ing hilarious if he all of a sudden sent like two million of his dudes over to nearby Finland to start kicking everyone's asses and seizing whatever land he could get his borsch-covered hands on, while simultaneously kicking puppies and shouting profanities at inanimate objects in a vodka-and-caviar induced roid rage. While this may have been a laugh riot for Stalin and his numbnuts cronies, the Finnish people obviously were a little unhappy with the prospect of having all their cross-country skis, Winter Olympics gold medals and salmon fishing boats captured by a rampaging horde of godless commie bastards, so they decided to open an extra-large can of whoop-ass and give the Russkies the ballsack kicking they were apparently looking for.

Now when you think of Finland, the phrase "military powerhouse" isn't exactly the first thing that pops into your head. Likewise, when you looked at Simo Hayha, a slight-framed Finnish farmer who didn't stand an inch over five feet tall, you also probably didn't think "total ****ing unstoppable badass". Well let's just say that first impressions can be deceiving.

Simo was a member of a Finnish organization roughly equivalent to the minutemen of the American Revolution. He had done his state-mandated one-year term in the Finnish Army, reaching the rank of corporal, and was living a peaceful life in a farming village not far from the Russian border, spending his days farming, hunting, and crushing giant logs into sawdust with his bare hands. When the Soviets crossed the border into Finland with the expressed purpose of busting Finnish heads, Simo was called up into service. He went out to the wood shed behind his house, grabbed his old-school Russian-made Mosin-Nagant M28/30 rifle and headed out to take some commies behind a proverbial woodshed of his own.



Hayha's specialty was his knowledge of the forests, his enduring patience and his impeccable rifle marksmanship. A sniper by trade, he would dress up in all-white camouflage, sneak through the woods with only a day's worth of food and couple clips of ammunition, and then lie in wait for any Russian stupid enough to wander into his killzone. His first battle-experience came in the hard-fought Kollaa campaign, where a severely outnumbered Finnish force bore the brunt of a large-scale Russian assault. Temperatures at this time ranged from -20 to -40 degrees Celsius, and the entire forest was covered with several feet of snow. While this played havoc on the inexperienced and under-equipped Russian invaders, the Finns were right at home in it because FINLAND IS ****ING COLD AS SHIT ALL THE TIME and they're used to it there. Throughout this campaign, H?yh? basically just ran around doling out head-shots like the ice cream man gives out Dove bars on a hot sunny day in the Sahara desert. His personal best was ****ing twenty-five kills in a single day. That's like an entire baseball team.

Throughout the Winter War (as it would come to be known), Simo Hayha ran around being what experienced HALO players would call a "camping fag", and scoring enough kill shots to make ****ing RoboCop and the Terminator hide their heads in shame. He would come to be known throughout the Russian Army as "The White Death", and at one point in the war they even went so far as to try and launch a couple of goddamned artillery strikes on locations at which they thought he might be hiding. That's desperation there - like even more desperate than a nymphomaniac babe at a convention for castrated male models.

After hearing about how much ass Hayha was kicking out on the frozen tundra of eastern Finland with an antiquated bolt-action piece-of-shit rifle, the Finnish High Command decided to give him a special award: a custom-built Sako M2/28-30 Sniper Rifle of Headshots +3. He put this to good use, killing the ever-loving shit out of anyone that crossed him. On several occasions the Russians sent their own snipers to take him out, but Simo managed to win those duels every time. You see, Hayha not only passed out long-range silent death to anyone with a red star on his hat, but he did it without the aid of a telescopic sight. He preferred to use the rifle's regular iron sights because it allowed him to present a smaller target, and because several of the commie snipers he moked out were given away by a glint of light reflecting off the lenses of their scopes. He obviously didn't want to fall to this fate, so he went balls-out and wasted assholes the old-fashioned (and unarguably the more hardcore) way.

Finally, on 2 March 1940, some Soviet bastard got a lucky shot off and popped Simo Hayha in the jaw with an explosive bullet. H?yh? fell into a coma and was pulled off the field by his comerades. He would finally awake eleven days later, on the same day that the Winter War ended. He would go on to live to the ripe old age of 97.

The Winter War ended as a victory for Finland. The Red Army captured a mere 22,000 square miles of territory and lost close to one million men, more than forty times the number of Finnish casualties. Simo Hayha received five medals for valour, including the prestigious Kollaa Cross, and was express-promoted from corporal to second lieutenant. Throughout the war, Hayha raked in a total of 505 confirmed sniper kills (in some sources he is credited with 542). On top of this, he also mowed down two hundred men with a Suomi 9mm submachine gun, bringing his total kill count to over 700 men in under 100 days.

Nobody in history has ever been credited with more confirmed kills than Simo Hayha. He was an unlikely war hero who used patience, cunning and precision to defend his country, his home, his people and his freedom from communist totalitarian oppression. He was an unstoppable killing machine the likes of which the world has never known before or since.
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Holy ****ing shit...
 
And behold, the jewel of halflife2 dot net has finally emerged from the sea of <insert funny sea name here>, it's emergence, it's sheer awesomeness outshining not only everything ever posted in the history of this sacred and most holy of forums, but every single post made anywhere on the internet-essentialy, it's more awesome than all the rest of the internet-in the history of the entire universe.

Even posts locked up inside some lunatics' head (ie.myself, iiee. Stern, iiieee. Samon, iiiieeee<insert your name here>), while waiting for the bullet that will eventually come, splattering all the juicy grey matter that lurks within these sick, perverted minds' (ie.myself, iiee. Stern, iiieee. Samon, iiiieeee<insert your name here>) over walls that one has yet to scale, over walls so awesome that even the posts that these men would have made are elevated to heights so high in awesomeness that no post could ever hope to look to the altitude at which these walled post sit at, for if they did, their necks would bend so far back they would actually bend 12093 degrees counterclockwise, essentially killing the post and all it stands for.

Exept for the single post made by French Ninja.

It not only is high enough to be out of reach of anything, anyone, anypost, in this universe, but anything, anyone, anypost, in all and any and every universe. It exists outside of space, outside of time, outside of the measure of awesomeness that even the most awesome beings that exist anywhere use. Even the measure they use is nowhere near awesome enough to make any estimation towards' this single post of pure brilliance, of pure Chuck--Norrisness, of pure Stig-like grace, of George Bush hating, bootlegging, peace loving, Joseph Stalin-supportiung, Jew-bashing, HIV,AIDS, cholera, black plague, blue plague, red plague, white plague-spreading, post of epic, win, and awesome.

No-one, no-one, not a single person, living or dead, real or fictitious, gay or queer, lesbianic or non-lesbianic, straight or 180, procircular or semicircular, Minney or Mickey, Kirk or Picard, Luke or Anakin, Ewan McGregor or Sir Alec Guinness, John Ritter or David Spade, George Washington and Abe-freaking-Lincon, nothing will ever hope to compare to French Ninja's bundle of awesomeness.

Do you know why?

Because it can.

You, however, cannot.

But, hopefully, this single brick of awesome will encourage those of the Half-Life2 dot net faith, and, by extention, all others who use the interweb(because the awesomeness already warranted by us makes us leaders, not followers), will put time, and effort into making single Lego blocks of awesome that take four hours to write, in the hope that, somehow, the particular combination of words they have entered into their keyboard will put it on the high chair that resides directly adjacent to awesome incarnate.

It never will, but it made an effort, raising the overall quality standard of the internet above and beyond what Our Benefactors' ever hoped.

Of course, there will be some stragglers that will not conform to the new standard warranted by the interweb, hiding in the last remaining bastions of the Rednicks', hoping, one day, that the light of the new way will be once again blocked by 'trollz, wondering, while seeking comfort in their Asian pornography websites, if the old way of life in the internet will be the same, even if the new regiem if toppled, for those newborns' growing up in the pristine, flawless internet have never known any lower standard than they live in, and will surely remember internet of white concrete and glass that they grew up in, and may one day attempt to restore the once again degraded internet to it's former, future glory, which they most certainly will, as we know as a certainty, but the 'nicks' think only as a possibility, as an errant though (or as to them "some freaky 'sian dream monk"), as something much too distant in the future for them to see.

So, we hold this futurem this bright future, with it's tall, tall personage, directly at French Ninjas' feet, and thank him.

Thank you.
 
Wanna hear something ****ing hilarious? A man in my area shot another in the back with a shotgun because he refused to give him a cigarette. Victim is stable though, suspect arrested. Just wow.
 
what would you rather have done to you?

ax straight to the face or sledge hammer straight to the face?
 
elkaebee said:
And behold, the jewel of halflife2 dot net has finally emerged from the sea of <insert funny sea name here>, it's emergence, it's sheer awesomeness outshining not only everything ever posted in the history of this sacred and most holy of forums, but every single post made anywhere on the internet-essentialy, it's more awesome than all the rest of the internet-in the history of the entire universe.

Even posts locked up inside some lunatics' head (ie.myself, iiee. Stern, iiieee. Samon, iiiieeee<insert your name here>), while waiting for the bullet that will eventually come, splattering all the juicy grey matter that lurks within these sick, perverted minds' (ie.myself, iiee. Stern, iiieee. Samon, iiiieeee<insert your name here>) over walls that one has yet to scale, over walls so awesome that even the posts that these men would have made are elevated to heights so high in awesomeness that no post could ever hope to look to the altitude at which these walled post sit at, for if they did, their necks would bend so far back they would actually bend 12093 degrees counterclockwise, essentially killing the post and all it stands for.

Exept for the single post made by French Ninja.

It not only is high enough to be out of reach of anything, anyone, anypost, in this universe, but anything, anyone, anypost, in all and any and every universe. It exists outside of space, outside of time, outside of the measure of awesomeness that even the most awesome beings that exist anywhere use. Even the measure they use is nowhere near awesome enough to make any estimation towards' this single post of pure brilliance, of pure Chuck--Norrisness, of pure Stig-like grace, of George Bush hating, bootlegging, peace loving, Joseph Stalin-supportiung, Jew-bashing, HIV,AIDS, cholera, black plague, blue plague, red plague, white plague-spreading, post of epic, win, and awesome.

No-one, no-one, not a single person, living or dead, real or fictitious, gay or queer, lesbianic or non-lesbianic, straight or 180, procircular or semicircular, Minney or Mickey, Kirk or Picard, Luke or Anakin, Ewan McGregor or Sir Alec Guinness, John Ritter or David Spade, George Washington and Abe-freaking-Lincon, nothing will ever hope to compare to French Ninja's bundle of awesomeness.

Do you know why?

Because it can.

You, however, cannot.

But, hopefully, this single brick of awesome will encourage those of the Half-Life2 dot net faith, and, by extention, all others who use the interweb(because the awesomeness already warranted by us makes us leaders, not followers), will put time, and effort into making single Lego blocks of awesome that take four hours to write, in the hope that, somehow, the particular combination of words they have entered into their keyboard will put it on the high chair that resides directly adjacent to awesome incarnate.

It never will, but it made an effort, raising the overall quality standard of the internet above and beyond what Our Benefactors' ever hoped.

Of course, there will be some stragglers that will not conform to the new standard warranted by the interweb, hiding in the last remaining bastions of the Rednicks', hoping, one day, that the light of the new way will be once again blocked by 'trollz, wondering, while seeking comfort in their Asian pornography websites, if the old way of life in the internet will be the same, even if the new regiem if toppled, for those newborns' growing up in the pristine, flawless internet have never known any lower standard than they live in, and will surely remember internet of white concrete and glass that they grew up in, and may one day attempt to restore the once again degraded internet to it's former, future glory, which they most certainly will, as we know as a certainty, but the 'nicks' think only as a possibility, as an errant though (or as to them "some freaky 'sian dream monk"), as something much too distant in the future for them to see.

So, we hold this futurem this bright future, with it's tall, tall personage, directly at French Ninjas' feet, and thank him.

Thank you.
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You are my favorite new member.
 
elkaebee said:
And behold, the jewel of halflife2 dot net has finally emerged from the sea of <insert funny sea name here>, it's emergence, it's sheer awesomeness outshining not only everything ever posted in the history of this sacred and most holy of forums, but every single post made anywhere on the internet-essentialy, it's more awesome than all the rest of the internet-in the history of the entire universe.

Even posts locked up inside some lunatics' head (ie.myself, iiee. Stern, iiieee. Samon, iiiieeee<insert your name here>), while waiting for the bullet that will eventually come, splattering all the juicy grey matter that lurks within these sick, perverted minds' (ie.myself, iiee. Stern, iiieee. Samon, iiiieeee<insert your name here>) over walls that one has yet to scale, over walls so awesome that even the posts that these men would have made are elevated to heights so high in awesomeness that no post could ever hope to look to the altitude at which these walled post sit at, for if they did, their necks would bend so far back they would actually bend 12093 degrees counterclockwise, essentially killing the post and all it stands for.

Exept for the single post made by French Ninja.

It not only is high enough to be out of reach of anything, anyone, anypost, in this universe, but anything, anyone, anypost, in all and any and every universe. It exists outside of space, outside of time, outside of the measure of awesomeness that even the most awesome beings that exist anywhere use. Even the measure they use is nowhere near awesome enough to make any estimation towards' this single post of pure brilliance, of pure Chuck--Norrisness, of pure Stig-like grace, of George Bush hating, bootlegging, peace loving, Joseph Stalin-supportiung, Jew-bashing, HIV,AIDS, cholera, black plague, blue plague, red plague, white plague-spreading, post of epic, win, and awesome.

No-one, no-one, not a single person, living or dead, real or fictitious, gay or queer, lesbianic or non-lesbianic, straight or 180, procircular or semicircular, Minney or Mickey, Kirk or Picard, Luke or Anakin, Ewan McGregor or Sir Alec Guinness, John Ritter or David Spade, George Washington and Abe-freaking-Lincon, nothing will ever hope to compare to French Ninja's bundle of awesomeness.

Do you know why?

Because it can.

You, however, cannot.

But, hopefully, this single brick of awesome will encourage those of the Half-Life2 dot net faith, and, by extention, all others who use the interweb(because the awesomeness already warranted by us makes us leaders, not followers), will put time, and effort into making single Lego blocks of awesome that take four hours to write, in the hope that, somehow, the particular combination of words they have entered into their keyboard will put it on the high chair that resides directly adjacent to awesome incarnate.

It never will, but it made an effort, raising the overall quality standard of the internet above and beyond what Our Benefactors' ever hoped.

Of course, there will be some stragglers that will not conform to the new standard warranted by the interweb, hiding in the last remaining bastions of the Rednicks', hoping, one day, that the light of the new way will be once again blocked by 'trollz, wondering, while seeking comfort in their Asian pornography websites, if the old way of life in the internet will be the same, even if the new regiem if toppled, for those newborns' growing up in the pristine, flawless internet have never known any lower standard than they live in, and will surely remember internet of white concrete and glass that they grew up in, and may one day attempt to restore the once again degraded internet to it's former, future glory, which they most certainly will, as we know as a certainty, but the 'nicks' think only as a possibility, as an errant though (or as to them "some freaky 'sian dream monk"), as something much too distant in the future for them to see.

So, we hold this futurem this bright future, with it's tall, tall personage, directly at French Ninjas' feet, and thank him.

Thank you.
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elkabee, you joined this year... and there are things the likes of which you cannot imagine. behold, a post far more epic than french ninja's:

http://halflife2.net/forums/showpost.php?p=1638834&postcount=2
 
Bah, why are epic posts also long, wall of text posts...
 
Elkaebee, although slightly mysterious, is pretty excellent.

I did a good post once.





I think.
 
Sadly, Krynn72 was eaten by spiders early this morning, and ZombieTurtle01 was there to identify the body. Somebody was under Cyberpitz bed and Vegeta879 was hiding under his carpet throughout the ordeal. I watched Ennui give an infraction since he was grumpy after being awaken by CAPS LOCK. As Dan rode past on his bicycle, you could see Abridiviak taking pictures of his wife from across an impassable body of water.
 
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