a recollection of old memories

[Steve2004]

alright, so i'm going through some stuff i wrote a while back, and i found this, it's an old journal entry. I was recalling a memory from my sophomore year, wrote it down. Thought it was interesting when i found it just now. SO, i'm going to post it. It's not hysterical, and it's kinda long. But..you know. so read if you'd like.

I know that it's a universally accepted idea that women are calm, gentle creatures. Accept for the fact that we stole a single rib from the male sex..and then as a thank-you ruined man kind as we knew it because we couldn't handle the pressure and took a bite of that goddamn apple we were simply asked NOT to touch. But, I digress. Some people still believe that females are in fact, tender at heart. In some cases this may be very true, such as: Women being pansies for romantic movies (at least some). I've fallen victim to a tear-jerking "chick flick" one too many times. And coincidentally, we're also the ones to talk our way out of arguments with our violent, vase-throwing, fist-wielding, swearing counterpart. But all of that nonsense aside, someone who says we're all around good-natured, has not partaken in the extravagance that is strolling down a high school hallway filled with boisterous, PMSing, trash-talking high school girls. Lucky for me, i live this every day. And where there are ranting and raving hormonal girls...you know there's going to be some action. I mean pure cat-fight action. Me being the whimp that I am, would never willingly allow myself to indulge in a cat fight. The reason: I know i'd get my ass handed to me. Sure i've wanted to kick some ass before, and not just girls either, but guys too. It's just a curse to know the reality of situations like that, and my reality is I'd get my ass kicked. I'm completely okay with this simply because my desire has found a new outlet, and instead of engaging in a fight, I watch. I will never forget the day I unknowingly walked myself right into what would turn out to be a cherished memory for years to come. (Just as an aside before i go on: It was brought to my attention today due to a question a friend had asked me about judging people, that I always seem to find a redeeming quality in all things terrible. My sophomore year of high school was one of those terrible things, but the weird thing was, I could NOT find anything to compensate for how horrible that year was going for me. Well here it comes, the event to redeem all things evil...please read on). As i'm doing my stroll to some class that I can't recall, it was my sophomore year so i'm sure it wasn't any class exciting (I had all bullshit classes that year. Like P.E., uhm, ew?), I approach this one girl in the process of pouring gatorade ALL over another girl's pink blouse. Due to the angle the girl that was being poured on was in, not only did it get all over her blouse, but it also got in her hair and was dripping down her face too. I know true beauty when I see it, and I could see that this fight was going to be beautiful. as anyone who had half a brain could guess, it broke out into a war between these two ladies. There was scratching, and tearing, and bleeding, and screaming. It was like Christmas in September. I watched how quickly both girls had a counterattack for every attack the other dealt them. That's true art. The only thing that could have made the moment any better would have been if they were making hissing noises. I dont care what anyone says, male or female, girl fights are always more violent just because you don't have the option for one of the opponents to be knocked out in a single punch. That shit is straight clawing and biting until these two freak shows get torn apart by either: Mutual friends, non mutual friends, or my favorite...a shared boyfriend that NEITHER of the girls are aware they're sharing! Screw parties, and going out on friday nights. If I had this on DVD, it would be my entertainment for months. Of course, just ask quickly as it started, the two girls WERE pulled off of eachother, but not by friends or the cheating, slut-bag boyfriend. Assistant principle. The fun was over for them, but it wasn't over for me yet. No no, I was going to milk this until there was nothing left. I took out my handy dandy camera phone, and took terrible-quality pictures of the aftermath. There was blood and hair smeared across the lockers, and some more hair was on the ground where they were stomping eachother. When girls fight, they FIGHT. So when i got home, i uploaded them on my computer, pixelated and all. All-in-all it made for a fine day.

[TDurden]

Oh man, high school fights are the best!

I remember walking back to class once only to be interrupted by a girl hitting a guy and sending him sailing on his back across the floor. She was just wailing on the dude. Made my day

[anachronistic]

Oh man, high school fights are the best!

I remember walking back to class once only to be interrupted by a girl hitting a guy and sending him sailing on his back across the floor. She was just wailing on the dude. Made my day

Was that a brawny looking girl? Was it the captain of the football team? Holy shit, that's funny!

[Gigabitch]

Steve, was that back before you and paragraphs got to be friendly?

I read it, but just because it was you.

And yeah, damn, girlfights can be wicked.

[Steve2004]

Steve, was that back before you and paragraphs got to be friendly?

no, i just do this to piss y'all off.

jay kay ):

[Illusional]

hey, bring back another poem!!! another LF poem!!!

raverboy

[vashti]

Illusional's our moderater-punk
who spends all his time getting drunk
and flirting with Steve
(making the rest of us heave)
and putting produce up you-know-who's junk-trunk.

[Illusional]

vash, don't get made because lloyd left this forum
high and low you've looked, but reguardless you feel like a bum
still dreaming, but never got a taste of his cum
yes, i'm a trouble maker, but i'm not a faker
i come here to talk sh*t, bash, and pick on newbies
then again who doesn't, so sue me
and hitting on steve.. please
she doesn't even have fuzz yet
so this imaginary attraction, i don't quite get
i love to drink, and drink a lot i do
so vash, bring on this battle, please do...

just a little something for you vash. haha

raverboy

[vashti]

Illusional - you've got it all wrong
I love YOU (despite your limp dong)
But best keep your day job
your crap rhyme makes me sob
Have you more talent for singing a song?

[Gigabitch]

Vashti, you are so talented! I love that about you!

[vashti]

Haha! Thanks, Giga! It's an evil talent I must to use selectively so as not to offend... Go ahead; you do one.

[Gigabitch]

There was a young lady named Vash
Who was rather well-spoken and posh
One day she swore
like a dirty old whore
Then went back to "My golly, my gosh!"

[vashti]

Ha! I knew you'd be good at it!

I don't know that I can make fun of you, though... I can't think of any single quality that stands out except your humor, which only rhymes with tumor and rumor. I don't want to make a rhyme up about a rumor of a tumor.

Lemme think for a while...

[Illusional]

vash, you don't have to lie, through those teary eyes
i know you love my dick, sadly it doesn't make me sick
whether it's limp or hard, you still act like an etard
licking it like a lollipop, sometimes i can't get you to stop
you're so compromising, it's sometimes surprising
that you'd invite your friend giga for a go, it's ok honey, i don't think you're a hoe
two for the price of one, lucky me stuck with all this fun.

hee hee

raverboy

[vashti]

What's that you say there, Illusional?
'Cause I think that you may be delusional
You may want us in double
But we're nothing but trouble
without 'sombra; we won't be exclusional.

Don't worry about your whiskey-limp weenie
I'm sure it's not normally teeny
It's only the booze
And after a snooze
You'll have sausage instead of linguine.