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Wut Up. Maybe I'll post pictures later, but I'm surrounded by my bros.

PS So pumped.

I did not ask if she was Derpy Hooves.

So I went on a 'passable' date yesterday: coffee, sledding, tea & scrabble. She's not into the whole 'eye contact' thing despite being a pretty independent person. Later I find out she really doesn't like to be touched - at all(real surprise since she responded neutrally to everything). AND that it's normal in her circle/community for guys to ask for permition to touch and kiss. I was just touching her arm to emphasize points and to get her attention when I was about to ask her a question. Also a little bit on her lower back, nothing too crazy. Is she a robot? Why don't people just speak up? Celestia, why?! Help me Plounge, I feel my mind breaking.

I don't have my own place yet(I am looking for work in Boston). That being sad I would be happy to host someone. I was on couchsurfing for a while and I met a lot of great people through it. I am in a very rural area - there are hundreds of acres of wildlife preserve behind my house. I'm on a dirt road, all that jazz. You can see the Milky Way. It's nice.

Hey Everyone! ScratchFi here. Some of you may have seen me around these parts(Sorry about not posting as much recently in quite a while, I have been dealing with some of my own things). Allow me to introduce myself. I have always been an intellectual. Thinking on and on about things has always been what I do. I have always had a sense of naivety and curiosity about the world. These, when inevitably combined, have gotten me into a lot of trouble throughout the years. I'm an INTJ, Libertarian, romantic, avid cook, and an engineer. I have mood swings and I'm pretty sure I have SAD. My parents divorced when I was in 2nd grade. My

And it's like, where has this book been all my life?! It's deep in ways that are a lot like me. The appreciation for nature and simplicity is ever-present. However, the ideas given are hardly ever simple. I think it's a really good coming-of-age book to read. I am currently embarking on my first full time job soon; I'm 22. The first chapter is an excellent treatise about NOT buying in to the 9-5 consumerist culture. Anyways, I love books.

I'm tired of running. From people, from my own fears, from myself. I don't even know anymore, sometimes it feels like I am going trying to go in every direction at once. So much that was built up is crumbling away. I still have further to fall it looks like. I can no longer tell the difference between past growth and past self-deception. There seems to be a huge mix of both. I don't even know how deception could last that long. It would seem that I was doing it nearly unknowingly through my last year of college. It's rather disheartening to think you have come so far but a great portion of it is crap.

I'm tired of being angry at myself, but I do not know where to start on rectifying th

Hey Everypony! Up-vote for visibility please. I forgot to post this earlier than now. Whoops. I'm driving down to NYC on Friday, mostly on 84, using this route. Perhaps you would like to join me and cut down on gas costs? I will be returning Monday or possibly Tuesday.

Yesterday I woke up from a rather vivid dream by my alarm. I had met the girl, Julie somehow. There was a strong immediate connection between us despite the fact that we didn't get to interact much. Many things outside our control stopped us from getting to know each-other. A few weeks ago I had a similar dream where I met someone awesome and there were cuddles. Things were going great but then the world was out to get me. Literally. People everywhere screaming, and chasing me down the streets. Everything was going wrong for me.

Now for some backstory/explanation, if you'll bear with me. I just graduated from college as a dual in electrical and mechanical engineering. I rowed crew in the F

One of my good fraternity brothers traveled Europe and related to me the wonders of plum brandy. We purchased a bottle recently. I cannot praise it highly enough. It is just a bit sweet. It's great to drink neat. It goes down nicely with just the right amount of bite. It's 100 proof. You heard me. And the best part: I found a bottle (750ml) for 18 dollars in NY. Information can be found about it here.

I just found out that my incomplete is now permanently a failing grade. It lowers my GPA a solid .16. I will no longer graduate with honors. There goes my hope that I can fix everything in the end. I have a mountain of work left to accomplish in the next 10 days. A significant part of that is making my part happen for my team's capstone design. Can anypony lend a hoof in support?

I just started getting into the nitty gritty of a story idea I had while reading 'The Games We Play' a while ago. This will be the first story I have written, pony or otherwise. It seems to be writing itself. I couldn't be happier. Just thought I would share my happy.