You Can Bet It Is A Bitch, Kid

[bysshelley]

I feel so stifled, hemmed in by schedules and rules and regulations. There's a constant war between the things I'd like to be doing and the things that I, according to school and society, must do. I mean, if it were up to me, I'd spend the day dreaming by the lake, making paper boats and watching them bob along the water as I lay on the soft grass

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[mad_byron]

Shelley, if it were up to me, I'd join you with the little boats and a good book.
And I only flit because I find people so terribly interesting and attractive and different---but I hate going into self-prognosis.

Until you run off into the wild blue yonder with me, I simply cannot sit still.

[bysshelley]

Oh, I don't blame you, Byron. I think it's ridiculous to get tied to one person - and there are so many interesting people (as the above list goes to show).

My curiosity about you remains to this day unsated, however. I propose that we get to know each other a little better. Perhaps intellectually, this time.

[mad_byron]

I wholeheartedly agree with that proposal. As much as your good looks are utterly distracting, I would be happy to simply converse with you.

[bysshelley]

... We might move onto a different sort of conversing later, of course.

[will_wordsworth]

Guitar strings. That's a new one to add to the list.

[bram_stoker]

Threatening? I take offense to that. What have I ever done to you to justify you calling me threatening? (Though I do like the fascinating part.) Is it the rats? The fact that I sleep more during the day than I do at night? Maybe because I've camped out at the cemetery no more than a hundred yards from our school with nothing but a grave to sleep on? Or is it the fact that while you sit here, going on about how you wish you could do what you want to do but do what you have to do, I'm doing exactly that?

Really, Percy...

I knew a kid who went to a hell of trouble getting a fake ID for himself. We all got together, dressed up in our finest clubwear, and headed out for a night of pure debauchery and excess... and you know what he did? He backed out at the door in fear of the bouncer finding out his ID was a fake (when really, all of us had fake ID's in the first place.) No backbone.

Don't turn into that kid.

...threatening. :smirk:

[charlotte_b]

I suspect the "camping out at the cemetery" is the keystone of his impression, yes.

[bram_stoker]

Tears my heart in two. Have you ever been physically hurt by the dead, Charlotte? What's the point of fearing what we will all inevitibly become? (No, I'm not trying to be philosophical. I'm talking about zombies.)

[charlotte_b]

As mentioned elsewhere, I grew up with a graveyard in my front yard, and we NEVER had zombies at St. Michael's in Haworth. Emily could back me up on that.

[georgiebernie]

All too often in life one finds that one has a choice between two (or more) options, none of which is particularly palatable.

In fact I find it rather surprising that youve reached the age you have without finding that out for yourself. You must have lived a peculiarly favoured life.