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umass', chestnut hill, tampa U, Miami U, Stonehill..... AHHHHHHH

Asked for my account back, Techno said sure. Thanks Techno =)

When was I last here? January? Yeah, sounds right.
So what the fuck have I been doin? A lot. I have a life now. Yeah.
I also converted to the dark side... I'm a /b/tard. I did attend a $cientology raid, which was pretty friggin awesome. I got off a speeding ticket! I was going 48 in a 30, I contested it and they said "don't do it again". On a summer league basketball team, we absolutely suck dick cock nuts fuck.

Techno here, also Basspro55 sucks huge faggot cock

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Hows it going?

tits

That would mean that I'm overdue. You all know what karma is right? (And if you don't, God gave us Google for a reason). Now I'm not here to complain or have a hissy fit, emo type post blah blah blah blah. I'm just givin you a damn good reason for why it doesn't exist. My life.

In my life, things have never gone my way. NEVER. Since I was say 8 or 9, I've gotten the shitty end of the stick. In reality, I'm a nice guy and I care too much about things and emotions and such (yeah, total opposite from the internet). Since I'm also bi-polar, I tend to be extremely passive on many occasions. This has not bode well for me for the past 8-9 years.

3rd grade: A kid pushed me to the ground which scrapes my knees. I try fighting back and I get screwed.
6th grade: Kid says I have a crush on this girl and of course I don't. Spreads it around to the whole grade until finally the pressure built so much that I called her a "fat bitch" to her friends. Who gets screwed? Me
7th grade: In homeroom a bunch of kids steal the remote to the TV, and turn it to a news station. Coincidentally, they're having a lingerie special. I get screwed.
My friend writes on my notebooks that "my teachers suck balls" and that one of em is a dumb ass. Our handwriting looks so friggin familiar. I got called down to the office and they said "Oh you'll be back before lunch". Nope, and it was Friday. Left em over the weekend. Fuck.
That's just up to 7th grade in school. Wait till outside.

I could go on but I'm exhausted and I don't feel like typing. My friends acknowledge that I have the worst luck. It is so bad. I'm one of those kids that you wouldn't wanna sit on a roller coaster next to cause you know somethin would go wrong.
Fuck. I need good luck. Karma, if you're out there, gimme a call sometime. Me and you gotta talk.

I got my license. I'm a fuckin speed demon. That's it.
Random 4chan pic

Yeah, I gots about 250 posts left tills my 5,000 post. Part of me wants to make a small complaint thread, Part of me wants to make a funny parody thread, and part of me wants to just celebrate in the Wi/Ht? level up! Lounge. I feel like I will have accomplished the quietest 5k posts in Newgrounds history. I've been on the forums for about 2.5-3 years and I'm still not to recognizable, which I'm fine with because a lot of my accomplishments go unnoticed. Guys, what do you think I should do?

Newgrounds, I am about to tell you what my life has looked like in the past, and what it looks like now. What you are about to read is 100% true. If you don't believe me... Oh well. If you don't like reading some depressing things, don't read on.

The Life of Strumpy
Hi, my name is Clayton, I'm 16 years old, around 6', 185lbs. and I'm currently attending North Andover High School, in North Andover,MA.
On a scale from 1-10, 1 being pure ugliness and 10 being a stud, I'm probably a 2.5 at tops. I've been told I'm handsome and such, but I know the reality, and I accept that.
There are 6 members in my family (mom,dad,older sister, younger brother,me, and our dog). We first lived in Andover, MA and were poor. All I remember from then is that we had a 2nd floor put in that was suppose to take "3 weeks" tops. It took them 6 months.
At age 5, my dad got the opportunity to accept a position at his job, and being needy, we accepted. The Job, however, was in The Netherlands. After arriving to Holland (Our first flight got delayed a day due to a blizzard) we explored our new city (Hilversum). It was amazing! We were ecstatic about living in Holland. I attended an international school my whole time there. Man, talk about different races and diversion. Our class was made up mostly of British and (I want to say) Indian kids. Now saying that, there were maybe 6-7 British kids and 2 or 3 Indians. There were two other American, and then a whole bunch of different kids from different places. Anyways, it was pretty awesome.
The most popular sport is Holland is soccer. I'm not gonna lie, I was and I still a soccer fan. Man, soccer was awesome! So much different then American soccer! I remember when the World Cup was on.. dude the whole country watched it and celebrated victories and mourned defeats.
At age 9 I moved to Pleasanton, CA (near Oakland). Greatest 13 months of my life, At age 11 however, we moved to North Andover, MA and here I am.

Guys, I'm not gonna lie about my life, so here it goes.
When we moved from CA to MA, I got depressed. I was a stick before, but at the end of the 5th grade, I was at least 10-15 lbs over weight. I started attending therapy while entering the 6th grade. At that point I was prescribed the anti-depressant drug known as Prozac. I have been taking it everyday since then. In 6th grade I was progressing a little. On my first report card I got 2 C+'s and I cried and complained. After that first report card, things went downhill.
I was hanging out the the biggest losers in the school. Not even emo kids, just complete losers. I avoided other kids all the time because I was extremely paranoid. I thought every eye was on me and I was being judged for every little move I did. In 7th grade I broke out of that. I started hanging out with other kids and started developing new friendships. My grades, in some classes, suffered. I was getting D's in History and low C's high D's in English. I had I.Q. testing that year, and we found out my I.Q. which is 129 (90-100 is average, 140 is genius). I showed some kids in my class the papers and they asked me "how come your grades suck?" I had no answer. That year, my math teacher told me something that comes back to me every once in a while. He said:
"Look, Clayton. You're a very smart and intelligent young man, and I'm just not saying that. You can do two things: succeed or fail. You're more then capable of succeeding, you just have to choose to."
Man, that hit hard. At the end of the 7th grade, I was approached by my parents by a different method: a small private school. This was a private school that was just opening. I hesitate but agreed. Two days later I told my friends and they flipped out at me. They told me not to go, but it was already to late.

8th grade I'm gonna keep short, since no one is actually reading this anyway.
I had many issues with the headmaster but I got a gf and had got some confidence. I left the school after the first year and they were "shocked that I wasn't coming back."
The big points were that I started a more on in-depth therapy, and I caught pneumonia. I had pneumonia for a good 2-3 months. After a while, my mom would just give me some extra extra strength tylenol or advil, and I would go for the first 1/2 of the day (which were academics).

I went back to the North Andover School system in 9th grade. This is where it became worse. Withing the first 3 months of school, I got in a fight with some kid about 6 inches taller then me, and a lot stronger (funny thing is, we hang out now). My friends were backstabbing so much that one day in therapy I just broke down and cried so hard. I cried for a good 20 minutes. My life was a misery: My "friends" were barely talking to me, I was being made fun of a lot, and my grades were abysmal. Shit got better that year, but not that much. I attended summer school and all that. NEVER GO TO SUMMER SCHOOL. EVER. I was in 9th grade and we were doing worksheets with nouns.

Last year wasn't so bad, until the shit I heard. My "friends" were making fun of me in other classes and spreading rumors about me. And you know what pisses me off the most? When I confronted them with these issues they gave me the biggest bullshit lie. I was more offended by that than anything else. Some of the lies they made up were just... well if you believed it you'd be retarded.
Is anyone still reading this? If so, hey thanks. I'm only gonna write a little more, cuz fuck, no one's actually reading this.
This summer, it was awesome. I discovered new friendships, it was great. Until one day I just went completely beserk I made a thread about it . After that I was diagnosed with Bi-Polar II
Things haven't been quiet the same since. Yes, I was prescribed a new medicine, but my life just hasn't been the same.
You know that kid in your school that doesn't get picked on all the time, but just gets picked on enough? Yeah, I'm that kid. You know that kid that gets laughed at for just sitting there, and looks the way he looks? Yeah, I'm that kid.
Kids at my school will probably see this and make fun of me for it. But I don't care anymore. They have taken away all but a few shreds left of my dignity and pride. They're both almost non-existence.

Newgrounds and God in my Life
Let me tell you guys something. For a while, some of you were good friends to me. I feel you guys are my 3rd family (the church being the 2nd). It should be no secret after reading this, I am a Christian. I do believe in all that stuff, and I'm hanging on by the grace of God. Go ahead and say I'm wrong, but i doesn't matter. I know God is with me.

I was first introduced to Newgrounds through, you guessed it, Hentai! In 7th grade I saw some kids playing the Hentai Sim Games on the computers and I figure I'd check out this "newgrounds". Anyway, I lurked for a little bit before signing up. At first, I thought you reviewed for XP and got graded on your review. LOL, I was level 1 with about 100 reviews.

Well thanks for reading (or not), and trust me, it's better then it sounds.
The only reason I haven't gone insane yet is because I have a loving and caring family and the love of Jesus.

So right now I'm 16 and I'll be 16 1/2 November 22. which is when I'll be eligible to go for my license. Believe it or not, I'm actually a pretty good driver, so I'm not concerned with the test at all. What I'm concerned with is when I'll get a car. My parents are willing to give me $3k-4k for a car, which is good money to start out. The thing is, I need to make the other money. I haven't had a job for 10 months, and stores wouldn't call me back for an interview. Until today. I called the manager to see "the status of my application" and he asked me if I could go in and talk to him Monday at 3:30pm. It's a shame that I'll be going in on Columbus Day (I have school off), but I really want a job. Hopefully I'll get this one!