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Post by Mlle Antéchrist on Dec 24, 2011 17:18:24 GMT -5
Preferably with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.
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Post by Mlle Antéchrist on Dec 24, 2011 6:14:31 GMT -5
Rat: If you feel the need to join my family, you can always date my mom. I'm sure she'll give you plenty to eat. Well, they immigrated over from England in childhood, so they're sort of "boat people", as you lot call them. Not true Aussie. They took your jobs. Mandatory "your mother" joke. That would just be redundant, considering that I'd already posted a "my mother" joke. Let's talk about your mom instead.
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Post by Mlle Antéchrist on Dec 24, 2011 6:10:13 GMT -5
It must rule being that good at maths. I'd cosine that statement. In fact, I'd say that it must be unequivocally radical. Especially if the girl is bisectual.
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Post by Mlle Antéchrist on Dec 24, 2011 4:14:50 GMT -5
*hugs Deadpan*
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Post by Mlle Antéchrist on Dec 24, 2011 2:26:54 GMT -5
This almost reminds me of this video I watched about how two women rolled a girl up in some sort of carpet and sat on her. Was it that crap where they restrict the child's movement to simulate the womb or something like that?
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Post by Mlle Antéchrist on Dec 24, 2011 2:19:02 GMT -5
Okay... Can someone post an article about a decent school that treats its students well? Is there even such an article? I could use some faith in humanity here, I'm running dangerously low I don't have any links to articles, but I do have an anecdote relating to the best teacher I had in elementary school. When I was 11, I was bullied incessantly. I always had troubles with the kids at that school, but the situation got particularly bad during the final year, in grade six. This culminated with all but one of my "friends" turning against me after the ringleader recruited them in the harassment. It eventually got to the point where I started faking sick so I didn't have to go to school. My teacher saw that this was going on and, instead of just ignoring like every other teacher, decided to put her foot down. One day, while I was away from school, she sat the entire class down and reamed them out for their behavior, then made them all share incidents when they had been bullied themselves and explain how it made them feel. In essence, she shamed the hell out of them. After that, the bullying wasn't anywhere near as bad. Sure, kids were still assholes at times -- being a jerk is the childhood modus operandi -- but things got much, much better.
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Post by Mlle Antéchrist on Dec 23, 2011 23:22:21 GMT -5
I need to dig them out, but I have awesome recipes for Spanish rice, chicken cacciatore, chicken paprikash (with dumplings) and the best meatloaf in the world, if anyone is interested. I don't want to go to the effort of typing them up if no one wants them, though.
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Post by Mlle Antéchrist on Dec 23, 2011 23:16:55 GMT -5
But we still couldn't point the paper wands at anyone. Heh. When I was in elementary school, a kid threw a rock-filled snowball at my friend and nearly blinded her (I mean that literally -- she had to be rushed to the ER, and was told that she would have lost at least partial vision if the damage had been much worse). The kid who did it didn't even get an in-school suspension, he just had to apologize to her. Hell, when we went to tell the principal (who happened to be sitting on the end end of the schoolyard, not noticing that children were undergoing grievous bodily harm 30 feet away from him) about what happened immediately after she'd been hit, he just looked at her eye, said it looked fine, then sent her on her way. A few minutes later she asked me to check it out, since we didn't trust the principal's assessment, which was when we discovered that her normally blue iris was now reddish-brown. In any case, it's hard to imagine them being that lax nowadays. Not that my school's reaction was proper, either, but it's weird to see just how quickly things have changed since then. I'm not even that much older than you. :\
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Post by Mlle Antéchrist on Dec 23, 2011 23:02:20 GMT -5
^^ Saw that earlier today. Also, the Google logo is pretty ballin'
My roommate made us fancy eggnog to drink while wrapping gifts. Yummy.
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Post by Mlle Antéchrist on Dec 23, 2011 22:57:17 GMT -5
Rat: If you feel the need to join my family, you can always date my mom. I'm sure she'll give you plenty to eat. Well, they immigrated over from England in childhood, so they're sort of "boat people", as you lot call them. Not true Aussie. They took your jobs.
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Post by Mlle Antéchrist on Dec 23, 2011 22:49:33 GMT -5
Not even remotely As in, married with kids. It's actually her husband who's doing most of the cooking, so I'll be sure to set you up with him if they ever divorce
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Post by Mlle Antéchrist on Dec 23, 2011 22:45:49 GMT -5
Seriously, you Aussies go nuts with the food on Christmas. This is my cousin's description of the meal she's going to have:
Argh.
Edit: Also, you new avatar is a significant improvement over the old one.
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Post by Mlle Antéchrist on Dec 23, 2011 22:11:29 GMT -5
Argh. All my Aussie relatives are posting on Facebook about preparing their delicious Christmas Eve dinners. It's making me hungry.
damnmit, Australia, stop making me hungry!
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Post by Mlle Antéchrist on Dec 23, 2011 18:19:17 GMT -5
Again, I wasn't commenting on the ethics of letting a young boy wear a dress in public. That's a whole complicated, messy topic that I'd rather avoid getting dragged into discussing.
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Post by Mlle Antéchrist on Dec 23, 2011 18:17:43 GMT -5
What the fuck?
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