Who ARE you?

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See, you know more about me than I do.

I thought I liked most people, though I don't like most types of music because there are so many.

I was born in Boston, lived in a small suburb of Boston for 4 years, then moved to where I am now.

I enjoy long walks off short piers, I have a small penis, I like hard rock music and pissing people off that I will never meet.

Add in various boring stories that I don't care to type and you don't care about and that is my life.

The End.
 
i'm falling asleep too so i'm gonna make my story short.
I was born in Santiago, Chile a few years later i moved to Buenos Aires, Argentina a few years after that i came to the U.S, i lived in California and now i live in Utah.
i have a lot of friends in 2 diff states, many many schools, and in three diff countries
 
Born in Aust, lived in Aust all my life. Lived in Melbourne most of my life, inflicted an Economics degree on myself, moved to Sydney with my better half about four years ago, plotting a move to Qld's Sunshine Coast in the next 5 years.

Surf (well, bodyboard), run, play golf, cycle, gym, plus PS2 and PC, car nut, sport nut.
 
Why I was . . .

Born on a mountain top in Tennessee, greenest state in the land of the free. Raised in the woods so I knew ev'ry tree; kilt me a b'ar when I was only three!!

Yee ha!
 
Yes, I swung from my jungle home and got me a girl with a comp. Guess her name?
 
Originally posted by Talentless
Why I was . . .

Born on a mountain top in Tennessee, greenest state in the land of the free. Raised in the woods so I knew ev'ry tree; kilt me a b'ar when I was only three!!

Yee ha!

And massacred at the Alamo with 186 of his friends at the age of 50. :p
 
well when u sit around comps for ages and row up around them u learn a thing or two and become hooked :D

as for guitar several people in my family play so my dad taught me :)
 
Alright, here I go:
I was born about 3 miles from where I'm typing this, in STL MO 10/27/86. I was way underwieght, and I was always screaming instead of crying. I started walking at about 18 months, rarely fell cause I would hold onto walls and stuff(my bro would just start running, slamming into everything, that's what my mom and dad say...)when I was 2, my parents were getting ready to go to my dad's dealership owner's big Christmas party thingy(yea were Jewish, but it's more of a gathering not just strickly Christian thingy...)and my uncle was comeing to watch me and my bro for the time they were gone. Well anyway I had this ride-on bus thingy downstairs, well I didn't want it downstairs so I started bringing it up the stairs. Got to the top stair and the handle broke, flinging me down the stairs, and I slammed my head on the concrete floor...I remember the whole thing. My parents took me to the hospital but I didn't crack my head open or anything, just a huge bruse. The didn't get to the party BTW. After that I was ok for several years, then when I was five another tragety lol:My bro was on winter break(I was still in preschool), so we go into the basement to ride our bikes, I was on a 12" my bro on a bigger bike. My mom had carpet samples that we would pile into a ramp, and then ramp over them(Out basement is totally unfinished, and at the time there was a lot of space to ride bikes down there). Well so I was making a pass, ramped up, left foot slid off the pedal and got stuck in the front wheel, then I landed and spiral broke my femour(biggest bone in the body and I broke it...). I was on the floor screaming my head off, then my mom got dressed and took me and my bro in her '80 Corrola to the hospital. Spent a month in the hospital, then got this external fixitor(2 pins in bone above break, 2 below break, and an adjustable "clamping" device holding them together)and had that for 6 months, and had to see a doctor for several years afterward. I still have the scars from it. At about the same time, we got our first Mazda, the '88 323 from my uncle(same uncle that was going to watch us when I fell down the stairs). Then we started to get more Mazdas, an '89 MPV, then an '84 RX-7 GSL-SE, then the '86 RX-7. On January 8th, 1997, my dad got in a bad wreck in the GSL-SE, on his way to work. A moron in a Chevy Celebrity ran a red, slamming into the RX-7 right at the front driver's wheel. My dad had neck problems, and the RX-7 was totalled, but my dad fixed it up to mint(even better than it was before the wreck). Then August 13, 1997, same intersection as my dad's accident, we were in the '89 MPV, light turns green and we start to go, then we see a white delivery Dodge Ram van coming strait for us. We slam on the brakes but he hit us like an off-set crash test, giving us seat belt bruises and my mom had neck pain. MPV faired well, from the front of the front doors it was mint, but the hood and engine compartment were crushed, it was totalled cause the frame in the front was severly bent...
Then the next night, my mom and dad go to find another MPV, and we get a '92 MPV V6, very nice, only 47,000 miles. About a week later a person that swerved to the right to avoid a wreck hit her, crushing the bumper and breaking the radiator, but we got it fixed and it's our main transporter.

After that, my life has just been avarage, no severe injuries or accidents. I'm Currently in 9th grade, with about 4 weeks of school left. Grades are avarage...

That's me...
 
Here's one story of my life, I call it the "Adventure"

One day in the summer of 6th grade going into 7th, My friend Joe was coming over to my house to hangout. Me and Joe have been best friends scince 1st grade and we knew each other VERY well ;) When i Joe arrived we hung out, did some skateboarding, but after about 2 hours we got bored. So when me and Joe were in my room i suggested the crazy idea of running away. I have no idea why :confused: But Joe was like, sure. So there we were. 2 young boys, not even teenagers yet out to explore the state :D So me and Joe grabbed our back packs and got some supplies. We searched for everything: money, blankets, clothes, food, etc. After we were done rumaging through my house we had to sneek passed my grandmother and go to his house.

Sneeking passed my grandma was easy, but then we jumped on our bikes and headed for his house, his house was empty..no one was there. When we arrived at his house, we determined all we needed was money. We went into his parents room and when searching for money. I found this cool coin organizer and in the center of it, it had some 1 dollar bills. In the attempt to open it up I dropped it. The coin organizer shattered. It took me and Joe 30 min. to clean it up. But after that we were gone.

We looked for a place to stay. We rode our bikes upto a 7-11 and found a place behind a garbage dump. It had a wooden crate that we could use as a bed, and it was surrounded by cement walls. It was our new "house" :p It was perfect b/c we could always go to 7-11 to get food ;)

Well we hung out there for a couple hours but a 7-11 worker saw us and told us to leave :mad: so we left. Then we headed for some apartment complexes. We figured there would be a place to hide out near there. We found a nice place set up our stuff. And when we were just walking around the pace, we spotted my mom!

:eek: We ran as fast as we could to our newer "house" grabbed our stuff and rode off. We rode all the way to Our local mall. We noticed that a bus was headed our way, and me and joe looked at each other, dropped our bikes and ran toward the bus. (i realize now it would have been faster to pedal our bikes to the bus ;)) And we hopped on. We told the bus driver we needed to go to the langsing mall. About a 30 min. drive from our house. When we arrived they dropped us a bit short of the mall. 8 miles to short. So me and joe began walking :eek: we fanilly made it to a party store.

We went inside and Joe started to peer through the adult magazines they had ;)..so did i...

Well as it turned out we needed to save our money so we didn't get anything. But we did steal one of the magazines. Fanilly we decided we couldn't walk any futher. Our feet were dead :ouch: So we found the best place of all to hide/ stay. It was perfect. On one side there was a brick wall, on another side there was a huge eletrical box. And on the other 2 sides was bushes. It was like those walls were just for a hiding spot. And to top it all off we found a new matress outside of a matress store. We stole that and took it to our spot. It was about 12 midnight when we decided to sleep. But joe couldn't sleep.

SO we got up and walked around for a bit. Suddenly a stranger came up walking towards us and said, "you kids need a ride" We replied with a somewhat nervous decline. But he insisted. We said again No, this time more assertive. He ask Joe if he reconized him and Joe slowly said no. But then it hit him. It was Joe's Dad's friend from work. He said come on guys i'll bring you home, lots of ppl are worried about you. So we grabbed our bags and went with him home....

When we arrived home (at about 1 in the moring) all HELL broke loose...

Well there's my story!

-troy
 
LOL troy, I've never done anything like that...I have no reason to do that....
 
I've never run away... I want my mummy to do everything for me! :D j/k

Um, my life... I was born (unfortunately for many people). I was fat, very fat, and I was born in southern California. I've lived in southern California my whole life (that explains a lot of things, doesn't it?), but since about 2.5 years old I've gotten skinny a$$. Now my life revolves around school and the computer. Bleah, maybe I should start up a nerd club here...
 
gees with all the crap we got he no wonder we haven't moved lol...but we like it here...
 
I was born in The Hague 21 years ago, moved to Zoetermeer when i was 3, still live there.
I go to college in The Hague, have my license but no car ( yet ;) )
That was my life very fast:D
 
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