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Nov. 27th, 2005 04:09 pmOmigawd, you know the best way ever to KILL YOUR BRAIN?
You pull out your middle school yearbooks (or your high school ones, I guess, if you're out of high school), and you look at 'em. Don't look at your class, but look at the ones around your class - specifically the older kids. And go, "Oh my God, who are these people?"
*stares at yearbooks* I mean...there's the seniors. The SENIORS, and they're fluffy little eighth graders. Holy God, those are our football stars, and they look like a strong breeze could knock them over! Those are the senior royalty, and they - they're - I mean, not pretty! Those can't be the pretty girls. Are those the pretty boys? They - they're - wow, I feel like a cradle-robbin' pedophile now.
I do not know these people. And yet I do. *shakes head*
You pull out your middle school yearbooks (or your high school ones, I guess, if you're out of high school), and you look at 'em. Don't look at your class, but look at the ones around your class - specifically the older kids. And go, "Oh my God, who are these people?"
*stares at yearbooks* I mean...there's the seniors. The SENIORS, and they're fluffy little eighth graders. Holy God, those are our football stars, and they look like a strong breeze could knock them over! Those are the senior royalty, and they - they're - I mean, not pretty! Those can't be the pretty girls. Are those the pretty boys? They - they're - wow, I feel like a cradle-robbin' pedophile now.
I do not know these people. And yet I do. *shakes head*