» My first experience of porn

I sense a redundancy here.
My first experience with porn happened when I was 9 years old, and was with three of my other friends, who all happened to be dudes. We were in the woods, looking for frogs to catch. We came upon a clearing near the stream, and beyond that laid an area of some massive trees. We ventured on back there and noticed a firepit that had been carved out of the ground.

The ashes still felt warm from where they had lit the fire and there were a few beer bottles strewn around the area. And tucked underneath one of the logs laid a porno magazine. It was torn up and stuff, and there were probably only 10 pages left in it... I dare not ask what had happened to the others, but I had an idea.

The porn was nothing special, but it was all stuff I hadn't seen before. This wasn't a hardcore magazine or anything... just a bunch of chicks spread eagle, for the most part. Then my one friend said "Hey guys, I have a ton more of this stuff at home! And they got chicks doing all sorts of weird stuff in them!"

So we all went back to his place and waited to see if his parents were home. His mom was, but she was taking a shower. So we all ran up to her room really fast and swiped probably 8 of the magazines from above the parents' bed.

I never really did anything with that magazine. I was still pretty young and had no idea what masturbation was (That came but a few short years later... 5th grade, I think. Haha, came... LAWL), so the magazine was ultimately useless. And this particular one was a Playboy... so there was more nude modeling than anything else.

My first experience with internet pr0n happened in 5th grade. I was at my friend Joe's house, and we were on his Macintosh computer. He had recently started up a website and was showing me some stuff on it. Of course it was just a stupid Geocities webpage and ultimately I got bored. So I asked him to show me something that wasn't stupid and boring. So he's like "Well... we can look at porn!" So we did. But his idea of looking at porn (since he and his family were quite religious) was go to www.sex.com for like a grand total of 10 seconds, giggling like a shithead at some of the pictures, and quickly exiting the page. (www.sex.com is way different now. It used to be so much more primitive, as you could probably suspect.)

Haha... then not too much longer after that I discovered masturbation. I won't talk about that, but let's just say that was about the time I officially denied the Holy Trinity for good. Sorry God... I have just formed a more meaningful man-to-hand relationship here.
(Sat 27th Jan 2007, 17:53, More)

» The Weird Kid In Class

I knew too many weird dudes...
But this one guy definitely takes the cake. I went to elementary school and PSR class with him back in the day. I have no idea what kind of mental deficiency he had, but did and said some weird shit.

Like we had to take these multiplication tests in third grade. You had a time limit to do as many problems on the page as you could. Well this kid would start jumping up and down in his desk waiting for the tests to begin. The pages laid face down, and he would be perched in his chair at his desk, face smashed into the desk and ass sticking right up in the air... babbling and making stupid roaring noises until they said it was time to start. Then he would always flip his paper over really fast, bang his fists against the desk and yell "YES! HAHA!" at the top of his lungs before he started. I would patiently and quietly kick his ass on a daily basis at math anyways, so I dunno why he thought he was so goddamn special.

Whenever we had mass during PSR classes, he would lay down on the kneeler inside the pews and steal everyone's paper programs that were given out and stuck into the pockets in front of us (on the backs of the benches), ulitmately forgotten about. But this kid would steal them all, like a goddamned thief. Then he would laugh and eat them right in front of us.

This weird motherfucker watched some kid throw up in the lunchroom once. Since he had behavior problems, he had an assistant with him at all times. He kept yelling for her, screaming that the kid "Just puked up ROYGBIV!" Then he would drag his poor assistant over to the puke pile and continually point at it, reciting the colors of the rainbow incessantly. Great, kid.

In PSR he also had an obsession with stuffed animals. But he had this one stuffed dolphin that wore snorkels... and he would NEVER leave that thing out of his sight. He would always fuck around with it and talk to it during class. The teacher got mad enough once that he was going to take the toy away from the kid. But Nutty McGee yelled and ran out the door of the classroom, and didn't reappear for a good 3 weeks of class.

Haha, oh... and in the PSR classroom he would always play around with the human skeleton they had in there. He would make the mouth move and taunt the teacher and shit (usually when having his behavior corrected, ironically). In retrospect, I find it even more odd that the school had a human skeleton... didn't think religious places wanted to have anything to do with, you know... sciencey things.

There was also this other kid who used to click his pencil on the desk all goddamn day long... but we won't speak of him. This entry is too long already. Sorry everyone.
(Sat 20th Jan 2007, 9:47, More)

» My Collection

Oh wait, forgot something...
I also have collected all of my concert tickets for the past four years or so... or whenever I started going to concerts, I don't remember. But yeah, I have... 40 stubs as of right now. Not an astronomical number or anything, but not bad for a college kid.
(Mon 15th Jan 2007, 1:35, More)

» My Collection

Collections?
I don't collect a whole lot these days. My family and I have collected all sorts of junk over the years, including thoes fuckin' Beanie Babies. Of course Mom didn't jump ship at the proper time and is now stuck with depreciating funds, all balled up in a pillow case somewhere.

As for me, I used to collect Pogs... how fucking pointless. I swear man, all of those crazy "Slammers"... expensive stuff for a little kid living off of allowlance. So we got a billion of them, never used them for _anything_.

Nowadays I collect all sorts of anime/manga on my HD... nothing out of the ordinary for most people around here, so nothing special. DVDs... got plenty of those too.

My music collection is starting to grow quite a bit... I probably have 225+ albums right now. That isn't huge, but it is only going to get bigger. I loves me my metal music, man.

But the only fit of OCD I ever have is when it comes to organizing my music. My cd rack (which is simply the casing for the music) is in alphabetical and chronological order (by release date). Same goes for my cd binder (with purchased albums in front, and mixes next, then bonus discs last).

Hell, even when I rip stuff on my computer it has to be perfect. Always has to be ripped with certain ID3 tags and audio bitrate. And then I organize them all in my "PURCHASED ALBUMS" folder on my Media HD, alphabetical and chronological like the rest.

I have no real reason behind the compulsion besides the fact that I find shit quick.

And lastly I collect psychology textbooks...
(Sat 13th Jan 2007, 20:38, More)