Waves.

Lately I've been rather emotionally unstable. Recent events and occurrences have ended in either rather heated discussion, some sort of pain being distributed, or a loss of my own mental character. What I mean is, I've been hurting people I usually don't enjoy hurting.

This post is targeted at the folks who are really happy right now, like at a high in their life when everything is fine. Peaceful even.
Moving on.

OKAY I'm not trying to sound harsh or anything but expect to be put down in a very very hard manner. I can say this because its happened to me on multiple occasions. If the thought "huh, I haven't been in much trouble lately" crosses your mind; someone is about to rustle your jimmies. Watch out Gotham city, Batman's gone missing.

I know this is really short and kind of pointless, and I'm kind of just typing to vent a bit, but really. If you expect something bad is going to happen it really cushions the impact a lot better than being blindsided. Its alot like an ocean wave, it gets bigger and bigger much like a wave of happiness then BAM. The wave crashes and your left with a mix of bubbling emotions that wash up on the shore in a matter of seconds.

And in a way this also goes vice versa. If you are really down and emotionally shattered. (That was actually supposed to be distressed but it auto corrected shattered and it kind of fits.) Expect the next wave to be coming in. The more time it takes to build up the stronger the wave, so hang in there. "Once your at your low you can't go much lower, but you've got all the space in the world above you to reach your highest mountain"

Thats all.
Mushroom~.

Yeah.

I haven't posted in a while. It's like a downtime in life for me and I dont have much to say. Yeah. It's kind of slow.

I'm not sure what to say, I don't have anything really entertaining or deep to share. But what does feel amazing is finding someone you really do feel you like after not liking anybody for a long time.

Cliffhanger!
-Andrew

Breast feeding in public?

Hey guys, Dimeswag here. This may be a shorter post but I am going to discuss it anyway. I went to the store and found a chubby woman breast feeding her child... On a bench in front of everyone. I don't know if that is accepted in society or what but I saw it. She didn't have a cloth to cover her while she was feeding her baby. The baby was sucking away on her exposed nipple. I mean maybe if she was prettier I wouldn't be complaining but it was not a sight I was used to. Is that a mother thing? Just doing it in public?

If your going to breast feed, do it in private.
No one wants to see your soggy boobies being sucked by an infant.

Unless your hot  ;) wait nope still gross.

- Love New

In Which I Am Done Fantasizing

Hey guys, Dimeswag here. I am such an idiot, I thought I could get this girl. But she doesn't give me the time of day... And what makes me mad is that I don't know why. She is the nicest person I have met. And she doesn't hate anyone. The way she acts around other guys is totally different around me. Maybe its because she knows I like her and she thinks it's weird or something. But she constantly gets reminded. Not o ly be her friends but mine as well. Ok so it was cold outside, I had a skully (beanie,  :P) and "she" was oh so cold. I thought that (since she likes hats) she might appreciate me "beanie" so I go " you look really cold, do you want my beanie?" after I got no response,as usual (like I am talking to a brick wall) my dumbass friend goes "hey (insert name here) do you want Dimeswag's penie?" making the word penie sound as close as it can to penis (pardon my French) ... How more mature could he be, i mean really? C'mon. as if she didn't already know I liked her, way deep inside her head I know she forgot already. She just had to bothered in a vulgar disgusting way that involved my name and thus said word. Later that day I was dosed off in math class... Teacher goes " what are you daydreaming about? I bet it was a girl" she was only joking of course but my so called friend says "oh yeah! I know who it was" then he does the cough under his breath and says the name. And she was right behind him. But the cough under his breath was so clear that I could hear every syllable, every letter. I am only calling it a cough only to make myself feel better. What a Smart cookie he is. He is really getting on my nerves now. That day wasn't the only day somthing like that happened either. During a school event outside i try to go converse with her. She doesn't pay attention. Her friends think i am cool though. She doesn't say a word to me. So my other friend comes along and goes lets go ask her if she wants to have a "party" with us... My reaction is"are you serious! Leave me out of it!" "don't say that to her!" so they still go up and say "do you wanna have (insert disgusting term here) with Dimeswag?". -_- so instead of leaving me out they left me the only one in it. Shr replies with a startled "what?!" so my friend repeats the question again... *face palm. Why the heck would you say that. I really dislike when people involve me in stuff like that. I don't care who it is. walked away and pray to god that that did not just happen. Her friends asked if we were going out and how we would be a cute couple. I was still ten feet away and progressing my distance in despair. I need to make a self note next time...

*Make better friends (preferenly  appropriate minded)

I have decided to realize that there is no use in trying anymore. I am done liking her because what's the point is she doesn't care for what you have to say. Maybe she does. I am not friend zoned are hated. Just ignored.

The limerence is still present but "she" is giving it no where to go.

-Love New

I think i get it now

Hey guys, Dimeswag here. Ok... I think I just realized something. Maybe she doesn't like me. It was possible all along but I couldn't get my stupid little head to wrap around the idea that she may not be interested. The more I think about it the more I have second thoughts. I don't know whether to cut the blue wire and slowly become closer or cut the red wire and drop the "I really like you" bomb on her... Honestly my time is running out and the bomb is ready to blow up, and its strapped around my chest. I would hate to ruin our nonexistsnt relationship.

Yesterday... If you recall in my last post i said there was a guy bothering "her" and i wasn't happy about it. That guy was my friends ex boyfriend. And they just recently broke up... The pictures he forced "her" to take went on Instagram. And my friend saw it and thought they were going out now ( after they broke up though, the picture wasn't the reason they broke up) so she wanted to talk to me about it not knowing that she was forced to take the picture. Since it was her ex boyfriend and this amazing girl I always talk about, I would blame her for wanting to talk about it.

So we talked for about 20 minutes. She told me why they broke up. She gave me advice on how to treat and act around my crush. The talk on the phone was... Not what I am used to. I am usually on the phone to say stuff like "Love you grandma!" or "hey mom, did I leave my lunch at home?" not to talk about my feelings. As soon as my phone ran, my heartbeat increased about ten times the norm. I didn't know what to say. I was nervous. It was my friend that's a girl that I talk to all the time... I don't understand why i was so nervous. Maybe the phone has special powers :P

Today i took her advice. I went up to her and asked her a question that required an answer. She gave the simplest of answers... "yes". And I was go into add on to my question but she turned around and started to walk away as soon as I stopped for a half second. But I panicked when she was walking away so I tried to capture attention again. All I wanted her to do is listen to me... Just for a few seconds. I listen to her all the time... Even when she isn't talking to me (which is always). I gathered her attention and finished my thoughts. But then she turned around and walked away after I was t talking just as fast as the first time. He who pays attention should be given attention.

What I think is that she doesn't know how to hold a conversation with guys... Maybe that's not the reason. Maybe she doesn't like to talk to me... Maybe its because I am ugly (I doubt that) maybe its because she just can't wait for my conversation to end but doesn't want to be rude. 

I really like her and I want her to notice me. Even if it's for a few seconds.

When i looked into her eyes I saw beautiful. I only needed 2 seconds to realize that she was amazing. More that I have said thus far. 

-Love Dimeswag (No Homo)

Oh.

I normally hate really short posts on a blog such as ones like this made for longer thoughtful responses. But earlier as I was trying to solo learn a new concept in may with my brother (that he already knew) when we stopped the first thing I'd said was "yeah haha I don't think I should jump ahead like this, my teachers would be more than satisfied if I'd just stay with the curriculum." I said this not out of laziness but out of logical thinking that I wouldn't be able to grasp a concept 2 years ahead of my own grade level without knowing basic fundamentals.

Unfortunately what I had not done was go back and continue the lesson. I really feel I should have but it seems like I'm pretty ahead anyway why kill myself to be the best. So in the end I had felt guilty about not learning something that I had only the slightest grasps of the root of the lesson. And it kind of kills me because I still feel I can learn it.

So out of all of this I extract one message.
"The fastest way to learn something is to not have a way out of it"

So if you want something done, cut out requirements that you will keep honest to yourself.

And also don't try to learn the law of sines without first knowing what a sine itself means.

-Andrew

Why does this bug me?

 Hey guys, Dimeswag here. Have you ever been bothered when someone touches your girl? Your sibling? Yo' Mama. Yeah you don't like it do you? but the think is no one has ever touched my Mama, my sister, or my girl (mostly because I have never had one) but i still am feeling protective. Let me tell you about a story of my situation ok? So afterschool my friends "her" and then there was this guy. You know that guy in school that is popular but is obnoxious to everyone... Yeah that guy. He was bothering her so much. He was pitting his arm around her. Huging her and forcing her to take pictures with her and i don't think she enjoyed it. But... It wasn't even that innocent (if you call that innocent) he bit her, gave her bruises, and called her a bitch. Not Cool. I got so pissed atgim that i even started to tear up a little, my temper rose so high. I literally wanted to punch him in the face. he took her iPod and took it to the bathroom... -_- when he came back he told her to take another picture and she said no... So he too the headphones and nearly choked her. I don't even understand if he was trying to flirt or what. I though maybe she wanted a hug from someone less aggressive so I come in arms open from behind (Dony take it wrong) and halfway there she turns around and I quickly retract my arms... Like a dope. You know how girls like hugs from behind right? Well... Most girls do I don't know still. I just want a hug really bad. I need a hug. Need to be close to her. maybe if I get one hug in it will become regular. I don't know. Anyways next time that guy tries to touche her aggressively... We are going to have a talk (literally)
-Love Dimeswag (No Homo) #Ineedahug

Lets write a story children!

So I thought this was funny. Currently in my advanced/gifted ELA class there is this assignment due tomorrow.

The assignment was to write a draft of a mystery/horror story approximately 6 - 10 pages (3-5 sheets)
Well this is why I thought it was funny. On the included rubric the story is to be told from the view point of the creep, of the one committing the horror, but the rubric says to write this story keep in mind what the victim likes, what the victim is interested in, and
ways to fool the victim into coming with you.

Sounds familiar? That's right, the story must be written as if we were pedophiles / rapists.

Why is this funny? Its just a story prompt right? (Well actually I can find multiple things amiss from the norm)  But something interesting came to mind. How does this relate to the curriculum? Think of it, writing a story is fine, mystery/horror = sensory details. Where does pedophilia and psychologic play of small children come into play? And isn't a grown woman teaching a whole grade level of children to be future rapists?

The only logical reasons I could think of is that our teacher...
-Was horny thinking of this prompt
-Plans to use the ideas we implement in the near future
-or Wants to form a generation of rapists.

Logically the one I turned to was the part where she tries to judge the maturity level of students she has been given but still the story prompt isn't quite right.

Well I should get to writing soon, 6 pages of writing thoughts of a pedo isn't going to do itself. (No pun intended).

But

The best part is we have to share our rape fantasies with large groups.

F*ck. (Pun intended)
Ta~ta Now. -Andrew

Birthdays, Bad Jokes, And Older Women

Hey guys, Dimeswag here. Welcome back. Welcome back to my pathetic laughable life. So there has been and will be some birthdays. five to be exact, three of my friends, my sister and then... "Hers" being part of them... It was today actually. And I realized that she is older than me. Only by three months. Is that bad? Is it good? I still dony understand. If she is younger does that make me a pedophile? If she is older does that make me a pervert? NO! whenever I mention her its always like... "Ohhh so you want to have #@$ with her?" "you want her to give you a &%# dance?" I swear its not like that? NOTHING like that. She isn't that sexual appealing. She doesn't have Big boobs, big #@$, and all the like. I am not sick like that... She is cute and pretty. Not a slut. I really get angry when people suggest that. Its not funny, amusing, whatever the hell you want to call it, just stop, you know who you are. Ok so back to her birthday. I am not going to twpp how old she is (obviously) but she is only three months the older than me. Compared to my old drama teacher which was 9 years 7months 23 days older than her husband, which is stretching it a little in my opinion. He was six feet... She was barely 4. Just like "her" which I think is cute. (in case you haven't noticed "her" is my crush) I like nice hair and small height. That's what sells it for me. It still occurs to me that i haven't said happy birthday to her personally. Actually i don't even think she would have remembered after ten minutes. Switching topics on a happier note. At the end of the day we all sat in the room and talked to the teacher (all being me my two friends and "her") we started cracking CLEAN jokes mainly her. I even remember all of them. One went like this... "what do you call a person who doesn't fart in public? A private tutor", "how does an octopus go to war? Armed", and how many tickles does it take to make an octupus laugh? Ten-tickles" I thought it was cute. I made a joke like... "the past, present, and futer walk into a bar... It was tense" the teacher found mine more amusing than hers but watching "her crack up at her own jokes... It was funny, and cute :3 and she was rambling on about alot of different things like fried chicken and other random stuff. It was her birthday, I don't blame her for letting loose. Everything she does is cute <3
-Love Dimeswag (No Homo)

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(Mmmmm...

I was reading the new book in the Percy Jackson Series, you know, the heroes of olympus one. I found out *spoiler alert* that Nico was gay. I was pleasantly surprised at this apectacular plot twist and i must say, idid not expect Rick had the balls to do something like this. Given the time he was writing this i'm glad he boldly portrayed his view during the "legalize gay marriage" spike. Love the way he led up to this, too. This is a wonderful example of how a great writer makes their story move, and I think more writers should bring up things like this in their works as well.)

3 Am.

This is another middle-school-perspective post so if you didn't take kindly to the last one.

Yup.

Excuse any grammar or vocabulary misusage as it is three in the morning just after finishing a set of homework and earlier today I was thinking, so I kind of saved it for now.

Well of course in these posts I have to give you background information before I explain my theory.

Our school began to give us students quarterly assessments this year, and to most people, in their opinion the tests were designed to make us fail. Well here's the plot twist. There's always this wingnut that makes everyone look bad.

Here is the real background statistics.
Average for math, 50 - 65 range.
Average for history 40 - 65 range.
Average for science pre 20 - 65.

Now, let it first be known that I don't study for any standardized test, or almost anything in that matter. But frankly I happened to score almost 10 - 30 % higher than my gifted and advanced class counterparts when I'm taking the same classes as them. My scores were 100 in math (highest heard of) 80 in history (highest heard of) and ~82 in science, (teacher confirmed highest grade so far.)

Here's the theory part. The key to taking tests is test taking strategies correct? Well to be honest, the real factor and actual represented outcome is determined by your mindset. "Am I ready to take this test?" Well common sense probably tells you the ones who study and know the material inside and out will do the best, this assumption is bull-shit.

Let's pretend I did actually study for these tests like how a real A student should. Lets say I was the most confident person in the world and I thought I knew what I was doing. That doesn't mean buckets, I could mark all the wrong answers that seem right all because of my ego. Common misconceptions include that people who don't prepare won't "do too hot," people who study and smart people will score high. For a fact we all know this is false, smart people do have that occasional C on exams and end up beating themselves up over it.

The reason these assumptions are unrealistic is that people forget they are taking a test and limit their answers on the test to what they've studied. Never do this, ever.

The real mindset one should have when taking a test is not whether it is fair or reasonable. The mindset should be "whatever I had done to prepare is done, I can't change what I did anymore. No sense in regretting it." "I will do what I can and accept that this test will evaluate what I really know, therefore I must do what I can to score my highest." The reason this mindset is ideal is that frankly if you are following this mindset all nervousness should be gone, this means any extra emotions blocking your logical tract of thought is nonexistent. This allows your mind to use the extra emotions of "oh I'm gonna do gr8!!" Or "sh1t y didn't I study this instead of..." To turn your regretful mind into one flourishing with logical answers to the trivial texts provided.

So what I'm saying is, if you really want to perform your best on standardized tests, be as modest as possible, don't think cocky, and do your best / believe you will do your best. When the moment comes when those questions pop out of the cart it doesn't matter what happened before hand, you have to accept you can't change it anymore and that your results are based upon your actions, and you deserve your retuned grade. Never underestimate the power of the written text.

Signed Andrew, the overconfident.
For real, test taking strategies will save your life.

Band

Hey guys, Dimeswag here. Yup, band. I am in my band program. So this is the first bad ever at my school and I though hey why not give it a shot. I decided on playing the trumpet. Oh the first day we were going over days we would practice and routines. Many people said what instrument they play or would like to play... Almost half of them were trumpets. And there was like only 12 people in there. One flute two trombones and one saxophone. Then I changed my mind on what I wanted to play. Trombone please. A flute isn't for me and a saxophone is way too intense. I went to pick up my trombone and they only had one left.and lucky for me it was brand new. Untouched by human hands. I bring it home and put it together (1 hour later) I pit the mouth piece in and blow... It sounded like a shart, a wet nasty shart that came out of Jabba the hut. I blew in it some more and finally got three different different notes. I was harder that I thought. Not I wait until my first band practice were we have instruments and stuff... Lets see how it goes...
-Love Dimeswag . (No Homo)

I dont think so

Hey guys, Dimeswag here. So here might be my last post about this "girl". I don't know. I plan on going ice skating with a group of friends (including her) so that I can get her alone and tell her how I feel. I am not sure it's the right choice though. I don't think she likes me. She never talks to me, never replies to anything I say, no input, just a whole lot of reject. She never started a conversation with me. Never said hi. Its not that she is shy, I am sure of that. If she was shy she would be trying to spend time with me at a distance. Putting her group conveniently where I am, not at all. Sometimes when I try to get closer she ends up moving away, I don't think she is trying to be rude or anything but it never ends on a happy note. Shy girls don't run away from their crush. Which is why I am not her crush obviously. I try to let her know I am there but she ignores me or switches targets to one of her friends or one of mine. (scrawny white kid or athletic smart asian) I am not a body builder, nor am I as smart as them but I am not skinny and whiter than sour cream or smart and athletic ( who knew that that could happen) but I can still punch a few teeth out and solve some math. Nevertheless she just plain ignores me. I say hi and then she says hi, but also looks away with a "why are you talking to me, when is this (2 second) conversation end!" Sometimes I get really mad when she ignores me, it pissed me off sometimes. I was at lunch and I make an excuse to get something from the lunch line... A spork. I try to engage a conversation with her but her friends catch on. I try to help them carry stuff to their table. Her friends say yeah sure but she says no... Frankly, I don't give a sh*t about your friends at the moment and you say no... So now I am stuck carrying their lunch but you decide to go solo. Let me carry your lunch to the table, please. I just want to be nice to her. I feel a bit protective of her sometimes. Even though she doesn't care. I bet she forgets my name sometimes. I am really mad at her because I am pretty sure she doesn't like me and and is doing a good job of showing it. I even got a manila folder and tapped her head (lightly) like "Wake up, I am right here!" it was crowded so she would think it was accidental but she replied "well that was rude". When she said that I felt that she hated me or something. I still like her don't get me wrong. I think I might tell her how I feel but I am sure that won't change her mind about the way she feels about me. 
-Love Dimeswag (No Homo)

Can i get a rain check?

Hey guys, Dimeswag here. Monday was boring as hell. Same as always. School after a long awaited weekend being over. Mondays are not always the most auspicious day of the week but most of us manage to get by. Anyways at school my friend AKA this "girl" was absent on Monday. At the end if the day we took notes that I knew she would need the next day. I thought about her so I decided to write in my very best handwriting (which looks like sh*t by the way) I had doubts that she would
think it was bad, but she needed the notes and I sure as hell wasn't letting someone else giving her notes, if it wasn't me then it was nobody. I wanted to make sure it was me handing her the notes. And after that school day was over after made sure nothing happened to her paper. I should have used a sheet protector now that I think about it. Today (Tuesday) i wait until the right time to hand it to her, untillnthere is time for us to have a conversation that didn't consist of "here are the notes you missed yesterday". I handed them to her during math. We didn't do much in math (not that I remember :P) so here comes the fun part. I hand it to her and say " here are the notes you missed yesterday". Then I turned around and face-palmed with with my head down low. I am dumb. After that disappointment I remembers that me and my friends had plans to go ice skating later that day and my friend (who is acquainted with her) was supposed to ask her if she would go. He never did. No one ever did end up going, we cancled it. I had plans and things I was going to do. I was going to wait until we were all together then I was going to ask her to skate around a lap with our arms locked, and talk about (insert topic here). Maybe build up a mutual relationship with her. Nothing too serious. I was looking forward to it. But there was a chance she would have said no, or something like "naw I'll just stay here for a while". Maybe if I was lucky we would hold hands if she didn't know how to skate. but so far that hasn't happened yet. TBA. It will probably never happen, but maybe that's just me and my hoplessness talking.
-Love Dimeswag (No Homo)

...

(Quiet, here.

I think it' cute when guys nod their heads and say "I understand" whenever someone tells them their problems. They're all the same, except for the ones you have no point in talking to. It's so stupid, a girl just wants comfort but they get a bozo who either doesn't care or doesn't know how to react.

I like them clueless, it makes them so easy to control. But of course I would never do that, it's just mean. Besides, they aren't even worth it anyway. I you want something done right, might as well do it yourself.)

I am ready to give up

Hey guys, Dimeswag here.

Pain without love
Pain I cant get enough
Pain I like it rough
C'ause i'd rather feel pain that nothing at all
-Three Days Grace

You know that feeling when you want to know something really bad but you never know.
Yeah I am feeling that. when you like someone right? you want to know how they feel about you, you want them to like you back right? what if they don't. would you rather know that they don't like you at all. Or do you rather let them not even acknowledge you as a being. any feeling is better than none right? people think suicide if a ticket out of their misery but surviving is better that outright killing yourself and ending it... Game Over. Being alive is the greatest feeling ever. No matter what the situation, good or bad, life is always worth living. But is nothing at all better than misery and pain? No. Life is about love and hate. You can't have love without hate. What happened if you don't have either? My situation is that; you know that girl right? Of course you do :-/ well she thinks I am invisible. Nothing new right? Well I want to tell her I like her but I don't know how. I would say it and it would be irrelevant anyways because she barely knows I am here. Anyways she has had a lot of people like her. About 4/6 of them told her. She never forgets them, assuming whether she likes them or not (so I am told). The thing is i don't want he part of that collective group. Its like a closet. The more cluttered it is the less you can see what is in the closet. Its been 3 years for me and I haven't said a word. She is the type of person that guys are compelled to tell her they like her right off the bat. I have kept my mouth shut for three years. All I want to know is how she feels about me. I could care less if she doesn't like me. I could care less if she thinks I am weird, ugly, or even if she hates me. I just want her to know who I am. I want to feel her presence, in one form of another. I swear I never meant to let it die, but it was never alive in the first place. I still have a chance but I know the outcome. Knowing what will happen before it does is a scary feeling. Predicting what is uncertain is a curse. I am sure she will turn me down if I tell her how I feel. I am hopeless, over the edge, I'm just breathless. I'd never though that I'd feel such uncertainty in my head. All I want is for her to know who I am
- Love Dimeswag (NoHomo)

*yawn*

(Quiet's Back. Sorry for not posting, just waiting for the others to wake up. Interesting recent activity, might as well start back up again ^_^)

I am too slow

Hey guys, Dimeswag here. I am a slow thinker. I am not going to lie, I really am slower than a sloth with Alzheimers. It takes me 30 minutes to finish four math problems. I often find myself often in a haze staring off into the distant. I am constaintly distracted in some way, shape, or form. I never get any work done on time. When I took my test for gifted even the results said I was slow. I had a slow reaction time between my brain giving me ideas and my mouth potraying them out. I am smart as heck don't get me wrong but I always  depict myself as a lesser of the group. The only think I have that a minority of us has is common sense. Sometimes I think to myself "Why are you!?!?... Never mind"  I tend to ignore stupid mistakes unless it involves me. I was also gifted in gue way that I talk to others. The way I explain ideas and concepts. I am not gifted in social talking to people at all. When I talk go someone the conversation lasts no more than a few seconds and it's usually a question. For example. When I talk to "her" I always have nothing to say, no ideas on how to carry on the conversation. The only reason holding me back is that I am not able to have a conversation with her because I always lack a topic to talk about. I never know what to say to a girl like that. Anyways, I am not only mental slow, I was beat to the punch. I think. This girl (again) hangs around two guys I noticed (they hang around her I should say) and one of them is friendly.with her, like the pokey petting type of friendly but more rough. She always turned him away but in a polite way but inside I know she doesn't like him. But then there is this other guy... Football player. He gets a even closer. He sits right beside her, like squished together when there is plenty of room. The worst part (for me) is that it doesn't bother her as much as the first guy. If anything she embraces it. They walk and talk together. It bugs me. This is where the little green mister kicks in. I never get any satisfaction from her, not even a "thank you" or a replied "morning" when I say good morning. Like I don't exist. Never says my name. Never mentions me. Nothing. But lately she has been talking to me... Not much but it's because I perpously.pit myself around her hoping I find something to talk about but it never does because I am just too slow.
Love - Dimeswag (No Homo)

The "Interested" Theory.

Hello. So today in the shower I was thinking and that led me to post this discussion. So recently I have come up with the ODDEST theory and probably one of the most inconspicuous way to tell if someone is "interested." Hence the title.

So at school I've noticed I'm one of the touchiest people you will ever meet. (By touchiest I mean I couldn't care less about who you were I will physically burst your personal space bubble whether you like it or not.) Of course even though I don't particularly care about physical contact with another person, I recognize most do so I avoid touching people un necessarily, I set boundaries. Even though I "check myself" people tend to know I am a touchy person.

Through this I have developed one of the most hidden form of reading someone's bias towards a certain person. (Does she like me...?)

This is done through physical contact.
This is also where the middle school life kicks into the blog.

The theory states that if someone is interested in being "with you." They tend to mind physical contact a lot less.

How this can be tested is questionably unreasonable, but the accuracy this test provides is interesting. If you think you understand what I mean you can stop reading here, but don't dismiss this simply because it sounds foolish.

First we need to understand a few things.

Warning, this tends to fail for the female gender tester and produces less accurate "results."

You must create a social bias towards you if you really wish to test this theory. First you must have your surrounding peers or a select group of peers begin to think you are a very playful-mellow kind of person regardless of your previous social standing. In other words you could be the kind of person that could hug somebody's arm who may or may not be a complete stranger and get away with it without a second thought. So the surrounding group could think "oh he's just being a typical (insert-name)" and just laugh it off. You also need 2 people with similar personalities, one of which must be the one you have a crush on. Chances are, if they have similar personalities they will be in or associates with the same clique. If they are you're in luck, it makes the next step easier. You have to somewhat befriend that clique, and you have to set your bias straight with them indirectly.

After you've established these foundations the next few steps are to be done, using careful consideration to assume when it is most appropriate to enact the next. With the person that you don't crush on, the similar personality one, you have to begin messing with them physically whether it be poking them repeatedly or rubbing your shoulder against them or even "petting" them. Keep doing this until their body language begins to suggest they are beginning to withdraw / question why you keep doing so. Keep note on their reactions to what you do and how long it takes to piss them off (not literally). Do this to the person you crush later and then observe how they react.

The way they react will should be fairly similar to your first test subjects but it should not be exactly the same. If it is, game over, you've pisser her off and you know she isn't interested. But good signs to look and hope for are things like poking you back, playing along and matching your playfulness. If they do so then you may proceed to the next step, repetitiveness.

We all know when something goes on over and over like maybe an alarm it begins to annoy you, like when someone keeps reminding you to do chores or something like that. We are going to apply the same reasoning to this experiment. This is where it might start to get awkward. You have to play this "game" for a while. You have to repeatedly continue to physically do something like poke her until you think its gotten annoying to her, not when she says it has or shown it, but once you know she should be annoyed by this point. This is the part where you find your answer. If she surpasses your tolerance point she might be interested, if she reacts like the first person you tried this on it usually means she's not that interested, but she is a playful person to be around. Use logical reasons before drawing conclusions

The reasoning behind this is that while secretly testing if someone is interested, in their mind they are just assuming you are just acting normal but in reality you are putting on a disguise to gather inside information. Obviously if someone is more interested in you than others they will tend to tolerate more physical annoyance and since that is a very odd way to approach someone, the last thing they'd expect is you learning about them and how they think with every motion.

After reading that.

We should all know. That this is a theory created on the spot and of course you're listening to a middle schooler. Its common knowledge that there is no need for this social science nonsense to find if your dream girl wants your hand to the dance. So to you guys, just talk to her, become her friend, and if she really thinks she wants something more, there will be, something more. Besides, if you never try you can never succeed, so go win her heart. Don't try to manipulate her.

Its been another Mushroom moment.
Mushroom, out~

          -Andrew

Flirting?

Hey guys, Dimeswag here. Flirting? I don't get it. Someone please help me. I was told by a friend of mine that if I wanted something I need to flirt with it. Like a girl, a cheese burger, or maybe even a car. But I don't know how to. I never know anything to say to girls (especially this one). When it comes to this one i just say "hi" ya'know, that's it. I want to talk more  and have a vonversation with her, but I never know the right thing to say. I don't even know what flirting is. All I know is that guys or girls just shower compliments on the other person. Saying anything from your hair looks nice today, nice (idk) shoes?, or DAYUM gurl U got some nasty *** *******. I see more of the nasty *** *****. So whenever I hear the word flirting think it's rude. I say you have nice hair today or nice shoes to my friends not someone I like... Well maybe, I give compliments to be friendly not to hook up with them. I dont understand the concept. I feel if i say you have nice hair to her then it will be awkward because in her head i am sure she is thinking (that was random). In my opinion i feel it's not a necessity to flirt. Maybe to compliment but not flirt. I want to give her some space instead of being all over her with compliments like I am desperate. Please clear up the concept of flirting for me and post in the comments what you think flirting is.
- Love Dimeswag (No Homo)

Did you miss me?

Hey guys, Dimeswag here. First off lets me apologize about my lack of posts the past few weeks. I was sick for the past two weeks with a bad cough, although I did still go to school I tried to contain my coughs. It was bad. I felt like the annoying kid in the back of class who is constantly sniffing and coughing and you want to tell them to shut the hell up but you know you still feel bad for them. All I was trying to do was maintain my perfect Attendance. So I am sure your probably thinking "what about that girl you always talk about huh?" honestly... I really think you guys could care less but I am going to talk about her anyways. Today was the first day in a long time i actually talked to her for more than 5 seconds. The best part was that she got my attention. I was clueless to who she was talking to until my friend (the guy who told her at the beginning) said "hey, your future girlfriend is calling you". I swear that he is the dumbest person ever. but I then turned around noticing who was calling me... :) she asked me what high school I was going to and when I replied with an answer she dissimilar to her's she began to sadden. Not too bad, just enough to know she was at least a "tad" disappointed. It made me happy to hear her talking directed to me. Her soft voice followed by her (once again) cute crooked smile. But before and after... My friend was blowing up balloons and making the loudest, most obnoxious squeaking noise ever. It didn't bother me too much knowing that he was naturally stupid and doesn't know what to do with himself (I am only kidding) but I did notice it was bothering "her". I got so pissed at him. I didn't want her to be annoyed, especially by one of my friends. So in turn, I took the balloon and ripped it in in half. I warned him. She is really cute when she is mad though :3 I was upset because I noticed in 5th period, math she came in the classroom with a sad look on her face and tears in her eyes. From my understanding she went to the bathroom to cry instead of just in the classroom which is respected. I have seen so many girls (and guys) cry in class and its unattractive. *A tip for the girls out there; don't cry in class, cry somewhere else and guys (hopefully the one you like) will be worried about you and will want to talk to you. will that is the best way i can describe the situation, if you have any better ways of explaining it or more tips feel free to post in the comments. Anyways that's it for me.
-Love Dimeswag (No Homo)

...

(Quiet, Here
Some say humans are beautiful creatures, and work amazingly well with such efficiency and a capacity to adapt. But is this true? We have progressed much throught the years, but only with the knowledge of a precious few, rather than the abundance of minds. we could do so many things if we had *that* much more innovation in our thick skulls.)

...

(Quiet, Again.
Being as strange as i am, i have always wondered what is the point of fixing something people worked so hard to break, and to get it to stay that way? This defines our world. love, hope, friendship. I hope this changes. it is no way of living. If i choose to have children, it will be because the world has turned into something tolerable. something that can be enjoyed, with knowledge, music, culture, and an unstoppable force called love. Until then, i guess ill be here, waiting.)

...

(Hello, I Go By Quiet.
Thanks to Mushroom, i am now a new author to this blog, and i would like to share my thoughts from time to time. Cheerios.)

Dont tackle your crush

That's right... I totally tackled her, like a clumsy little biatch. before I continue, I missed a post yesterday because I was too buys grieving over my mistake (AKA: doing homework) so that's why there was no post yesterday :P ok so back to the story. this is my first time using the computer to post so there might be a bit more short today because I actually have vision of how long it is compared to my phone. when I use my phone I usually create a giant wall of text. Ok now back to the story. so in P.E we were playing flag football right. in flag football I am always afraid of pulling someone's pants down instead of a flag or grasping a warm sweaty butt-cheek. so I was glad that "she" was on my team instead of another. My pants didn't fall down either if you were hoping for a story like that so don't get too excited. but I did tackle her :3 so what had happened was... I was running to get this guys flag on the other team and she walked in my way (totally not her fault) and BAM!... I crashed into her I felt so bad and embarrassed. I got too close I guess :3 she didn't fall though, I would kill myself if I did anything to her. so that's basically it... I tackled my crush. really bad right? I didn't make her cry i didn't hurt her, but it was unexpected and sudden. not too bad, but if your me... it totally is.
-Love Dimeswag (No Homo)

Hello Blog Go'ers.

So I got a new phone and as I'm reading done things just recently posted on my blog. I realize.

Oh no~ I'm being outdone.

So yeah, I'm back.

Here is something I'm sure everyone can relate to or had related to sometime in their internet life. Have you ever just had an absolutely amazing idea that you planned to write about (whether it a song, blog post or story/essay) and thought you were a genius! "Oh this will be amazing" kind of thing? I know you have. Don't deny yourself the right to the truth. Well this is about the third time this has happened to me. So I am making a change. Starting now I am going to bring a folder and pencil wherever I go solely dedicated to songwriting, blogging, and story writing.

Why am I telling you this?
Mostly because once I tell someone I am going to do something (even you uncaring readers) I stick to it.

In other words. I'm using you.

But be prepared for some interesting stuff :). My imagination is not a safe place for innocent minds.

Mushroom ~

I don't exist

Hey guys, Dimeswag here. So am in the lunch room writing this... Were do I find the time and place for all this? Well I have my phone under the table, hoping a teacher won't walk by. I just wanted to type this up on my phone before I forget. So this morning, I wall into class 15 minutes late (as usual) and take my seat hoping that this girl I always mention in my posts doesn't notice. After that was over, I progress to 3rd period... P.E. We are playing flag football. I am athletic but not a jockey, nobody knows I can throw and catch. I just ran when he yelled "hike" and stayed completely open. Nobody was defending me so I was free to catch the ball with no traffic, but I never got the chance. Anyways this "girl" is in my P.E class, the worst class to have your crush in... If your not athletic. If you are then it's a home run for you. No work, you don't have to be nice or anything. All you have to do is have abs and throw a football halfway down a football field. I am not that guy. I do have a pretty snazzy six pack if I do say so myself ;) Anyways, it was muddy out there. So many people fell into mud because it was raining in the morning(luckily i wanst one of them)... Not fun. I change out (put on deodorant of course) and continue with the rest if my day. 5th period. Math, Geometry to be exact. At the beginning of class i stand bear a desk and the "girl" walks in and says "are you going to sit there?" i casualy say "no, I am not" then i think to myself "why didn't i say anything else?" well i didn't have to. It was a yes or no question. I guess i was too excited that she said something to me that i wanted to continue the conversation. I am so dumb sometimes... then comes dismissal. Sitting in a classroom waiting to go home. This "girl" is outside the door right? And of course i am first to jump up and open the door for her, not making it too  obvious course. She just stands out side waiting or looking in the hallway for who knows what, i am still there holding the door open waiting for her to pass through. Then finally she walks through withought a word. No thank you, no thanks, no nothing. My friend passes by her on the way to his seat and says "hey, "Dineswag" opened the door for you" then she realizes that she didn't say anything... She looks at me and says "thanks" with her crooked cute smile and walks away. All of this lasted about 1 second keep in mind. Sometimes I feel like she doesn't know exist.
-Love Dimeswag (no homo)

I am a wimp

hey guys, Dimeswag here. Do you remember that girl I talked about in my second post? Well here is an update... She thinks I am nice. The pulling out chairs, holding the door, pacifist type of nice. Like I couldn't hurt a fly. I personally think that if your a softie then you can't protect your girl. But of course i dont have one... (yet). If someone was after my (nonexistent) girl i would be ready to throw down, i would be on them like butter on toast... Actulay I cant:( I just realized that i let people push me around all day just because i am too nice. I let people push me around like i am the last piece of fried chicken in the KFC tub sitting on the edge of the fence... In the "hood". I am a freaking piece of fried chicken... Not the meaty kind, the one with no meat no fat... Just a bone with skin on it. I need to step up my game if I want this girl interested in me. But what do i do? Push people around? Be the tuff guy i am not? I don't think that is right. She would hate me for being a jerk to other people. I don't know what to do. I recall on class today that at the end of the day I got shrugged off and pushed away by one person then someone else came over an pushed me all the way back to the door and opened it to push be out. Then as I walked back in, he knocked my calculator off of my desk... So sad. I am just one big loser. Its not like he hated me or anything, I am sure he thinks of me as a friend. I don't get why people think that they can push me around. I think not.
-Love Dimeswag (No Homo)

I am not gay, so let me share my point of view on them.

Hey, Dimeswag here. Lets get a few things straight. I am straight, linear like a line, or for a lack of a better term, a person who is a guy and likes girls. there are plenty of gay people, non linear like a parabala, or for a lack of a better term, a guy who likes guys.  Am not talking about 69 here, I am talking about just normal gay people. A thought occurred to me and it was that gay people are misunderstood. They just want relationships with other guys, they don't like guys because they want a "D" in their mouth. Its different. I am was one of those people that called my friends gay because they did something feminine ( don't lie, you are guilty too). Nothing is completely wrong with that either. But what you are doing is saying that gay people are weird or unusual. They are normal people with different interests... And by interests I mean that they like the same sex. They are looking to find some sexy male to hook up with, hoping that they are gay too. We (Straight people) do the same thing, only difference is that we are looking to find a sexy lady to hook up with. Same thing with girls who like the same sex. They are no different then gay guys. I have about 2 lesbians in each of my classes and they act completely normal. My school is a uniform school so you would have never been able to tell. Next time you see a gay person, don't shun them and make then feel insecure. I am not gay and I respect you if you are.
Love, Dimeswag (a little homo, only for those who strugle)

Crush... Mine

Hey guys, Dimeswag here. Everyone has had a crush before right? Yeah I am pretty sure. When was it? grade school? Elementary? I had one (and still do) since 6th grade. I am now in 8th grade. Long time right? Two years, almost three. Not going to say who though. Just common sense. She is awesome. (I am a dude in case I didn't mention it before) From the beginning now. She never knew I liked her until the 3rd quarter of 6th grade. When I left to a different school. I told one of my best buds not to tell her anything. Of course he did, they always do. I was at my new school drooling over some other girl for about the rest of the year. Typical right? But I never forgot about the original. 7th grade is a big whoop. Yeah, more work, harder work, and only one grade higher. The middle between the really short scrawny kids from 6th grade and the buff mean teenagers in 8th. Meanwhile I was trying to find myself like a "bagler" from Burger king. You know, when you order onion rings and you get that one French fry mixed in with the onion rings. I found myself alright... I found a sweet potato french fry with nerd sauce at the verry bottom of the bag. I am not a big nerd though, just the kid that knows everything but sports (I am starting to fancy Hockey though). ok back to 7th grade. 7th grade was when I came back to the original school with the original girl. Long story, but I was happy to be back with my friends. I saw her again and almost sharted my pants. I couldn't believe she was still at that school, I would have imagined that she would have left already. The school didn't have lockers, it was small, and the coolness level of the school was a solid 6 out of 10... But it was an "A" school. Granted that was its second year. She just said "hey look, "Dimeswag" is back" and never said anything else for the rest of the year. the the last day of school, I remember, was when I gained the guts to hug her. We were on a friend basis. And by friend I mean she knew me and it wasn't awkward to say hi to her when I pass her in the hallway. That end of the year hug was the worst hug ever. She was short. She is about 5 feet tall, and I am 5 11", Almost 6 feet. it was quick, awkward, weird, and I don't think she appreciated it. I regret doing it in the first place. I just wanted to let her know that she isn't just a classmate from last year. I didn't think it was going to be that deep for her. I think that she knew that i like her but i also think she forgot. But sometimes i hear her getting reminded by her friends. It was in 6th grade. I haven't said anything about it since. Now summer has passed and she grew a whole nothing. Not a half nothing, a whole. I grew taller, but not by much. It is now 8th grade. I am sure she knows I like her because she occasionally gets reminded due to her friends attempting to tease me. I shake it off though. I act like it was only 6th grade, like it was and still is the past. The first couple of weeks I try to say hi. She says hi back with her cute little smile but that's it... Nothing else. She acts like I don't exist. Then I tried something different. Magic. I brought in a deck of cards and did a couple of magic tricks for her. Everyone loves magic, right? I did the "guess you card" trick. "Wasn't very impressive" i thought to myself. I needed something cooler. Then I learned to make the card that she has chosen to be the only face down card in the deck. I needed to be more impressive. I finally made her in awe by making a card disappear into thin air. Just have a card out in my hand an flick my wrist. Boomshakalaka, it was gone. She was amazed. I know she likes little things that are cool, like being able to make bird calls with your hands. Weird but cool right? Anyways. I noticed that when I was "showing off my skills" one day that she paid no attention to me. She sat at her table waiting to go home during dismissal. I guess she got bored. I was no longer impressive. Now I have to progress with the rest of the year that hasn't happened yet. Wish me luck, and thank you for reading.
-Love Dimeswag (No Homo)

Dimeswag here! new editor to the blog

Hello everyone. I would like to welcome myself here thanks to Mushroom. I am the newest editor to the blog and like everyone else here on this blog I would like to share a couple of my thoughts now and then. My thoughts could be personal, which I don't mind, they could be wrong, or they could be about your mom. Don't mind me when I say dumb stuff but forgive me, I could not resist. I would like to put out my first real post within the next few minutes so if I haven't made a good enough impression for you... just stick around. You will love me :)   -Love Dimeswag  (No Homo)

Wednesday.

I really don't have much to write about right now.
So I'm going to write about that.

Who of your readers have a very vivid and descriptive imagination? Now think, have you ever had a moment in your life when you think of something that you want to write about but don't readily have a pencil paper or mobile device to record your thoughts and then you get home later and decide to attempt and recreate your genius idea using whatever remnants you have of it left?

And then you reread it.

And its literary shiet.

(This is one of those moments)
If you haven't (either you don't have a creative mind or you're lazy.) consider yourself lucky. (It sucks always trying to think of ways to make things into an entertaining story.) Enjoy it while you can, because now you are going to notice when this happen because I brought the problem to your attention.

Bring a pencil where ever you go.
~Mushroom

Hey :D, one of the new authors here and unlike the others, I use my real name(not such a smart idea i know).I'm Truong and as of today I will be a new author thanks to Mushroom.Okay, that'll be all :)

Music!

I thought this was cool.
kthxbai

Andrew~

HEY GUYS IM BACK FROM VACATION

Like you cared.
Bish.

Kidding Doee.
For the record when I blog I never backspace anything, so if I typed it, it stays forever.
Just like belly fat.

ANYWAY, time for a legitimate blog,

Kind of. <3.

SO I WAS AT THIS BUFFET. Fat I know.

Anyway, my male readers, you know this feeling.
So I had just taken a tinker, and as I was washing my hands (without me noticing) I was leaning against the sink. BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE. So the counter-top of the sink just happened to be level with my crotch, (life right?). Anyway, so all guys probably have this happen every once and a while. So I pushed the no-handle-riveting door with my chest (full body) and it felt really wet down there. That's what she said. I looked down, and what was there quite honestly shocked me, it was drenched and it was... piss-look-like (what.) But I was all like awh-noohh-whaiii but I figured it would evaporate within minutes or so.

I was wrong.

But I continued to get my food like a real-thug. (Kidding, I'm Asian, A+ or A-Whopping) And as I walked through the buffet getting my food I continuously received these looks like "oh eff, we got a leak-er," even if I am a human of the male genetic. So every time a person walked by, for the duration of the day I decided to lower my food to my lower region. This is not a good idea, holding food to one's crotch is usually frowned upon in most societies. Assuming you're American. Continuing, people gave me the weirdest looks and I continued to search for a solution. But unfortunately such solution did not exist. Solutions considered involved 1, listed above, 2, spinning when someone walked by, 3, staring any onlookers straight in the eyes, and 4, saying "don't judge me" to everyone. Even if they weren't staring at me. None from this set had worked. Attempting #2, food would always drop on my plate/on the person, therefore making the situation more awkward than having people stare at my crotch. Attempting #3, I usually had snickered, could not keep a straight face, or ran into objects (Poles, food carts, corners of tables, etc.). Attempting #4 =

Don't judge me.

Can't even see my face. Bro. You don't know me. You ain't bout dat lyfe.

OK

So the moral of this story is.
Don't Wash Your Hands.





I'm kidding, if you don't wash your hands I hate you.
Dirty Human.

Andrew~

Hello Internet

Hello Internet

Hello internet. Welcome to my blog :D.

Have you ever awaken one day and did practically nothing but sit around? And then go to sleep like, "wow haha, I did nothing productive today." and then feel really guilty for the next few hours before finally getting up and deciding to be productive? Following deciding to be productive, have you ever tried something productive and then ended up deciding the task at hand was too much to do at the moment, so you sat back down thinking to yourself happily, "I've been completely useless today."

Yeah me too.

#MushLyfe