hylian42

Boo. I hate it when things like that happen. Glad you had a decent trip though.

reformat and reinstall. I have all my good files on a separate drive, so I don't lose anything by reformating.

Cool, tell me all about it when you get back

Most stuff everyone else likes. I couldn't name them, but if they started playing I'd dig them.

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Hiccup.

yeah, i wrote it. i'm no dude though. =)
i'm one of my best friends. it's very convenient.

actually, I'd use it like "force Choke"... constrict the airflow in a persons throat. IT's the perfect crime, because you don't leave fingerprints and you can't be tied to it. but that's if I was evil.

Yeah, I heard about the new Zelda... I hope to see some screens soon.

Sometimes a simple life can be the best to lead.

I like how much ass your pic kicks.

http://suicidegirls.com/boards/Everything+SG/80807/

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I love Finding Nemo, your recording was great.

Yeah, wierd... the link was typed right. I've done it doezns of times, but I guess it didn't work. it's www.penny-arcade.com, they are a webcomic about video games and other stuff, I love it, and they go to E3 every year.

I liked Emo before it was too trendy. Death Cab for Cutie forever!

I'd have two sets, but when I bought my first set I was suffering from a severe sinus headache and wasn't thinking all that well. also, I'm not that rich.

Cool pic you changed you avatar too.

crazy dream.

So you're into theatre? tell me about that.

I'm a very "bull in a china shop" type person. I can manage to break just about anything with normal use (at least, my brand of "normal use"). with Stick deodorant, I pretty much just toss it someplace when I'm done and then step on it later or something... it hasn't happened in a while, I've been more careful.

ok, the story... pasted from the christian group's boards, so I apologize if it seems preachy.

I grew up in michigan, my parents got divorced when I was 2. I was an only child from that marriage; my dad went on to remarry and moved out of state, so my mother raised me alone. I was a very energetic child, and I was quickly "diagnosed" with ADD and put on ritialin which made me wilder. I goofed off a lot in first and second grade, enjoying being the class clown because I was bored out of my mind at the pace I was being taught. All during this time my mother's method of dealing with my behavior was to take me to a psychiatrist. I endeded up going to an outpatient "school" at a treatment center where I ended up getting molested by an older guy who was an inpatient there. also while I was there the docs gave me an IQ test and realized that I wasn't just hyper (they still had to throw some sort of pill at me they thought) but also that I was really smart and therefore bored. Once I started getting praise for my scholastic endeavors I was an "A" student, but I started developing a major temper there. So now, I wasn't getting in trouble for goofing off, I was getting pissed at tiny things and going off the handle.

4th and 5th grade was spent in public school. I was a big fan of Role Playing games, and was getting into the occult, trying to cast spells and creating makeshift weapons. In 5th grade I also was smitten for this girl in class. She didn't like me (cause I was wierd, and oh yeah, 10) and I didn't handle that the best way possible... I attempted suicide over it. About that time, my mother placed me in another treatment center at the U of M hospital. she hadn't been feeling well physically herself, so she got some tests done when she enrolled me. I went into the hospital 2 days before my birthday, and on my birthday a couple of doctors and my mom sat me down and explained to me that my mother had lung cancer. She had been a smoker since 18 or so and was 49 when diagnosed (she had me at 38). I spent a month in the hospital, then finished out the school year.

My mother had arranged for me to live with my Dad, who lived in Missouri with his new wife and their daughter. they went to church for social reasons (as such happens in the bible belt) and while I never had the gospel presented to me (nor did my dad & stepmom know God) I still got smatterings from that environment. The night my Mother died I was putting my shoes away to go to bed and I stopped and prayed out loud, "Jesus, if you take my mom's pain away, I will be your servant." I went to sleep and didn't think much of it the next morning... I went out to ride my bicycle around the subdivision and was stopped by my dad who drove up to me and told me to go home. He and my step mom sat me down and told me that my mother had passed away, and so I knew that God had done his part.

Still, I was a messed up little kid. My mother hadn't punished me ever; if there was a problem, I'd have to talk to the shrink about it. My mother also spoiled me to no end. Living with my Dad and new stepmom was the complete opposite. I acted out and misbehaved, and they eventually (after me living with them for a month) decided I needed hospitalization. my 6th grade year in treatment at children's psychiatric hospitals, homes and foster care, with people trying to figure out what my problem was. The docs determined I didn't know what a family was, so they put me through this program. I more or less went with the flow, I was told I needed to be here and well, it was really fun usually at these places so I didn't much complain. I was deemed "fit for society" or whatever at the end of my 6th grade year. by this time my dad had lost his job (which he attributed to me) and had found other employment in Texas. The family was moving, and they decided to send me to a boys camp instead of hauling me through the move (they also gave me a guilt-trip by saying, "we could have all gone to disneyworld for this money", like I was forcing them to get rid of me). The camp was a month long, but at the end of the camp my dad told me I'd have to stay another month because they weren't quite ready for me at home. he was upset that he had to have me for a week between the month session I had just gotten out of and the next month session.

by this time I realized that these people didn't want me. I was also getting increasingly violent again by my lack of security, and I started making weapons and attempting to use them. I almost got kicked out of the camp, but I gave the impression that my father beat me (which he didn't, but he certainly neglected me my stepmom hated me) to the counselors so they let me finish the month. Of course my parents found out about my behavior and freaked. I started 7th grade, had a few more behavioral incidents, and my parents said that was the last straw. I got shipped first to a local hospital in Texas then to a somewhat famous hospital in Boise, ID.

I spent 14 months there. I had been told that I'd never come back to live with my dad and stepmom. I'd been told the best I could hope for (in the off chance I was released from treatment) was millitary school. Most likely the prognosis was committal in a permanent insitution. Everyone thought I was crazy; no one certainly wanted me anymore, so whether I was insane or not was besides the issue. I was unwanted, and left to fall through the cracks. I'd never done drugs, or been sexually active. my worst psychological issues really were not dealing with my mothers death, abandonment issues, and basic misbehavior that had been left unchecked to spiral out of control.

One person was pulling for me though. My therapist was a christian; I also was her only caseload, and so she really focused on me. She took the time to help me to discipline myself, through learning to control my emotions and teaching me to think before I act/speak. It's amazing what that alone did for me. She had a friend who also worked at the hospital and also ran a christian group home called Teen Challenge. When my time at the Boise hospital was up, they made plans for me to go there as a "boarding school" and I stayed there for a year and eight months. then I was able to get placed in a private foster care organization (my dad finally gave up legal rights to me), I had a stable family for high school, got a job, went to a good school for HS, graduated with a 3.67 gpa and I'm now free of all medication, I'm completely sane, and my experiences and my faith have made me all the better for the trials I have faced.

I'm sorry to hear that. I wish that my story was unique... it's unfortunately not and I would never wish it on anyone. I've met people who have had worse lives, to... one of the side "perks" of spending so much time in treatment centers, I guess. I have so many horror stories about the kids and adults I met in those places that my basic problem of just needing to be parented pales in comparison.