Posts by MistyHC

My parents seem to hate me too, I can't ever get a word in a conversation without being yelled at. They act like they're always right, and never make mistakes. I'm leaving right away when I'm an adult.

I think I saw a post from you about this already...all I can say is to look up "gimmie twenty dollars slender man" on YouTube or google. I can never take Slendy seriously now, I mean, he only wants twenty dollars. *gigglefit*

Edit: never mind it was Music, look at their thread o3o

/loltimeforbadadviceXD I suck at getting up in the mornings, considering my wake up time used to be my bed time. I usually walk straight to the fridge and drink some five hour energy. It tastes like barf, but trust me, it helps. Just remember to always eat something if you drink it, as it speeds up your metabolism in order to make energy. If your parents won't let you take energy/vitamin supplements, try washing your face a few times with cold water, or sucking on ice cubes.

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Just randomness o3o

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Uff, I'm dying of nervousness right now But this is really exciting, I have to admit x3

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Okay, I know I'm not the type of person who usually believes in this kind of stuff. But this seriously scared me. I was on Minecraft today and started seeing out-of-place things show up in the world(I'm sort of new to the game). I know what Herobrine is, but I looked up a video on YouTube to see if something similar happened to anyone else, or if it was just a glitch. I clicked on a Herobrine video, watched it, but when I went to go watch another one, my screen(iPad) started to freeze and when I clicked back on the browser it just kept repeating the same video. I turned off my volume but I could still here noises in my headphones. I know Herobrine isn't real, but this is very odd to me.

I know right? I used to be afraid of Slendy, but this definitely was wierd. Ah, I wish there was something hilarious about it, like twenty dollars, but I can't find anything humorous. .-.

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No offense to anyone, buuuut there's some baiting going on here. Just don't do it. After years of seeing people do it, it doesn't work. ._____.

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I have a few x3

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(ooc: bumping until Virgo posts o3o)

I'm going to say go with the classic note tactic- Do you want to go out: Yes. No. I've been in a situation like yours, and a note would probably be best in case he's still uncomfortable with the whole idea of dating somebody. Also, relax too. If you both like each other, then I'm pretty sure things will go over smoothly when you do ask him.

Try taking some deep breaths before you ask him, and start out with a regular conversation to ease the awkwardness/nervousness. I'm going to assume you both are/were friends prior to liking each other? If you are it should feel comfortable to talk about it.

Bump.