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2024.05.19 14:01 ThrowAway7s2 "Sister Bay Baptist Church Was 'Swedish' Until 1934" from the March 22, 1962 Door County Advocate

Sister Bay Baptist Church Was 'Swedish' Until 1934

Sister Bay Baptist Church Was 'Swedish' Until 1934

The origin of the First Baptist church of Sister Bay dates back to the 1860's when a Sunday school work was begun in their pioneer home, by Anders Seaquist. He and his family had at first settled in Marinette, Wis., upon their arrival from Sweden, but later moved to Door county, where they had secured land near Ephraim.
As a believer in the Lord and His word, he saw the need for Christian teaching among the settlers' children. Through his efforts the Sunday school he established was held in the various homes in the settlement and gratefully received by the Swedish settlers.
The Norwegian settlers already had two churches in Ephraim, one Moravian and one Lutheran.
In 1873 the arrival of John Anderson and his family from Sweden, proved to be a great blessing. Anderson was a lay preacher and he gladly joined his efforts to Seaquist's work which was now extended to include a preaching service.
Life for these rugged pioneers was hard but their faith in God was strong. They were grateful for the freedom they enjoyed as they gathered for their services of worship.
Small churches were being organized throughout the state, under the leadership of a Rev. A. P. Ekman, a missionary from Swedish Baptist General Conference of America. In the summer of 1877 Rev. Ekman visited this area and encouraged these scattered countrymen to organize themselves into a church.
On July 19, 1877, the formal organization of the Baptist church was completed with Rev. Ekmans' assistance. This meeting was held in the log cabin home of Hans Gunderson, a school master from Norway. Although he was not a man of the church, he was glad to see church work set up in the community. Historical records state there were 14 charter members namely; Anders Seaquist, John Anderson, Mrs. Maria Anderson, C. P. Carlson, Mrs. Lovisa Peterson, G. J. Johanson, a Mrs. Johnson, Aaron Peterson, Thom Peterson, Mrs. Sofia Seaquist, Mrs. August Erickson, Oscar Anderson and two unrecorded names.
These few dedicated folk formed the nucleus of our church. During the first few years John Anderson continued as lay preacher and Anders Seaquist as S. S. Superintendent and as secretary of the new organization.
As the work grew it became evident that a pastor was needed. In 1881, the church decided to call as pastor, a Rev. Wassell recently arrived from Sweden. He agreed to come to Sister Bay to look over the field and decided to accept the challenge offered to him.
Duo to the small struggling congregation, the pastor's salary was understandably meager, therefore Rev. Wassell found it necessary to help support his family as a part time farmer. As the congregation continued to grow, the church was able to assume the pastor's living expenses with the help of the American Baptist Conference. Rev. Wassell, a hardy man of God, continued as pastor of the church for 25 years. During his pastorate, services were held at Ellison Bay, Newport and Baileys Harbor.
In 1882 the first church building was erected on the present site of the church. The land for this purpose was donated by H. J. Wiltse, grandfather of Glendon Wiltse, the present vice chairman of the church. A community canvas preceeded the erection of the building. Due to the scarcity of money, many willingly volunteered work in procuring materials and in the construction. Simple in design, a large room with wooden benches, an enormous wood stove and kerosene lights, it however served its purpose until growing numbers literally pushed out the walls and made an addition necessary in 1902. The first parsonage was built in 1905; Rev. Wassell was still the leader when these improvements were made.
One of the problems that eventually came up was the question of language. The Swedish tongue had been used exclusively but it was now realized that a common language was necessary in order to [meet] the needs of a growing community of different nationalities. Seeing this need, Rev. Wassell resigned in order that a man more conversant with the English language might be called.
Rev. L. J. Olson took over the pastorate in 1906 and under his leadership plus other succeeding pastors, the Swedish language gradually gave way to English and the work has been extended and enlarged.
The present church building was erected in 1916 to accommodate the increasing congregation. Additional Sunday school facilities, an enlarged basement and other improvements were added in the thirties. The most recent remodeling was done in 1959 and included a pastor's study and a modern kitchen.
During the early years a German American Baptist church had been in existence at Newport for many years but had disbanded. In 1907 it was decided to establish a Mission work at Newport among the Scandinavian people. This was carried on in the rented old church building which was later purchased. A new church building was erected at Newport in 1924 and 4 years later in 1928 the Mission was organized into a church with 36 charter members.
As early as 1903 the church had a library it was reorganized and enlarged in 1944-45 and is added to year by year, filling a definite need for both children and adults.
The Sunday school work has continued faithfully through the years. Classes are held for all ages and the present membership is 215. C. P. Carlson was the superintendent following Anders Seaquist and others in succession have been;
J. P. Gothin, C. Palm, A. Magnusson, C. Wassell (All short terms); Axel Anderson served 29 years and 4 months; John Seaquist served 35 years; Leonard Peterson served 2 years and Winfield Anderson served since 1955.
Another activity is the Daily Vacation Bible school which has been conducted for two weeks each summer since it was started by Pastor Sanders in 1934.
On Feb. 19, 1934, the name of the church was officially changed from Swedish Baptist to First Baptist church of Sister Bay.
The church was happy to participate in the organization of the First Baptist church of Sturgeon Bay, In Feb. 1943 and endeavored to aid them financially when necessary.
A momentous decision was made by the church at New Years 1948, when it was decided to assume the support of a missionary family to Japan. Rev. and Mrs. Francis Sorley and son were assigned to us. The following year, on Mar. 22, 1949, the church assumed partial support of Dr. and Mrs. Charles Merchant and family, missionaries to Assam, India.
The ministry of music has always had a large part in the development of our church. We have been blessed with many and varied musical talents which have added much to the effectiveness of the work. A mixed choir has sung more or less regularly through the years. The first male chorus disbanded in 1943 after 25 years; however another male chorus was again organized in 1950.
Other organizations in the church are: Ezra Bible class; King's Daughters' class; Mission circle; Senior Fellowship group; C.Y.F. (high school age) G.M.G. (grade school girls); A.W.A.N.A. (grade school boys). The present membership of the church is 255. The Sunday morning worship service is being broadcast over WDOR for the 6th consecutive year.
Over 84 years have passed since the church was organized by a few persons who banded themselves together to promote their own spiritual growth, but who also had a vision of the need for spreading the gospel.
Church Registry of Pastors
Charles Wassell, Sept. 5. 1881 to Dec. 1, 1906.
L. J. Olson, Dec. 1, 1906 to July 1, 1909.
A. E. Carlson, Aug. 1909 to July, 1914.
Erick Anderson, July, 1914 to Feb., 1918.
J. S. Lundgren, July 6, 1918 to Oct. 25, 1920.
N. Werner Nelson, May, 1921 to Nov. 19, 1925.
O. C. Wieden, May 1, 1926 to Aug. 1, 1933.
C. B. Sanders, Feb. 1, 1934 to Jan. 31, 1939.
Anton Anderson, June, 1939 to Oct. 1, 1940.
Lawrence Sellin, Oct. 1, 1940 to April, 1943.
Eric Scherstrom, Oct., 1943 to Oct. 6,1946.
Aymond Anderson, Oct. 13, 1946 to Mar. 27, 1955.
Bernard Hogan, July 6, 1955 to Mar. 27, 1960.
James Campbell, June 2, I960—
[author not stated
Obituary for James Campbell: https://www.haaselockwoodfhs.com/obituary/James-CampbellIV ]
https://archive.co.door.wi.us/jsp/RcWebImageViewer.jsp?doc_id=1e8fc801-90a4-4104-8e86-19a1ea0947dc/wsbd0000/20151119/00000232&pg_seq=30
Courtesy of the Door County Library Newspaper Archive
Articles relating to churches
https://doorcounty.substack.com/t/churches
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2024.05.19 00:47 Xicana_ Selling GA Sunday Pass $150 OBO

I was able to sell one of our two edc Sunday passes. Still selling one for $150 OBO. I’m at the palms :)
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2024.05.18 16:20 OphidianEtMalus "The LDS Church’s historic temple-building spree is fracturing communities across the country" A Cincinnati temple was announced in April.

https://www.sltrib.com/religion/2024/05/17/its-created-lot-division-how-lds/
The article is paywalled but I've extracted parts here and linked additional detail. You can find articles addressing specific facets of the issue all over the web, eg Vegas, Texas, even Utah. The Cincinnati site has been announced but that doesn't mean you have no say. And if the community likes it, great!
"The church has recently entered a building spree, with more than 150 temples planned or under construction." Here's the comprehensive list
Much like airports, the temples may be named after a city but they are often sited in a small, nearby town. "From Nevada to Wyoming to Texas, small towns have become neighborhood battlegrounds as feuds break out about the buildings’ height and light." The current designs are much more obtrusive than necessary, often damaging town character such as this 88,000 square foot building on an 18 acre site in a town that was once celebrated for its dark sky initiatives and stunning mountain views, in contrast to the Chicago Temple (actually in a wealthy suburb 45 minutes north of the city) which, while still big, and still intruding upon a historic home, museum, and nature preserve, fits in a bit better with the local community aesthetic.
The article cites people who "...are adamant: They have nothing against The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints or its members. What the DeLoes do have a problem with is the church’s plans to build a 215-foot-high building with hundreds of parking spots in an area where residents sometimes ride horses in the street and the tallest things around are palm trees."
"Due to their opposition, both say they’ve repeatedly been called bigots. Yard signs they plant opposing the temple disappear overnight and cars periodically sit at the end of their driveway, honking." “We have people setting off fireworks behind the homes of people who are coming out against [the temple].”
LDS Temples are not churches. They are not open on Sunday. They are considered holier than traditional meetinghouses and function as private clubs--visitors are *not* allowed. They are used to baptize dead people and perform other Masonic, patriarchal ordinances for them even if this is against family wishes ; these same ordinances are done once for the living member themselves. In order to enter you must follow a set of rules that includes paying 10% of your income to the church's investment and operations portfolio (donations for charitable works are an additional, optional charge) and wearing holy garments ("magic underwear") Adherence to these rules is assessed in interviews with untrained, volunteer "bishops" who will also ask you about your sexuality and may ask invasive questions about your sexual practices. Such questions may be asked of children as young as 11 years old.
"The last thing this city needs is another lawsuit,” Commissioner Donald Walsh said before casting his vote in the temple’s favor." This politician's perspective is pragmatic. If your town does not have airtight ordinances, the LDS church will sue your community at every turn. Their access to liquid assets and land is unprecedented for a religion in the US.
If a building like the temples currently being built is not in harmony with the goals of your community, the time is now to ensure that local code prevents them.
In order to function, LDS temples do not have to be huge, they do not have to have spires, they do not have to be brightly lit. By banning buildings that are out of character with your community, you are not banning LDS church members, nor preventing their faithful practices, you are simply deciding for yourselves what your community should look like.
Not that it should need to be said, but this post is not about members. Most LDS members themselves are nice people and usually make great neighbors. They will nearly always help you move and are happy to bring cookies. This is not an issue against LDS members, their faith, or practices. It is an issue about the Corporation of the President of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints bullying communities to accommodate obtrusive buildings against resident's wills.
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2024.05.18 16:09 OphidianEtMalus "The LDS Church’s historic temple-building spree is fracturing communities across the country" The Jacksonville temple site was announced in February.

https://www.sltrib.com/religion/2024/05/17/its-created-lot-division-how-lds/
The article is paywalled but I've extracted parts here and linked additional detail. You can find articles addressing specific facets of the issue all over the web, eg Vegas, Texas, even Utah. The Jacksonville site is announced here.
"The church has recently entered a building spree, with more than 150 temples planned or under construction." Here's the comprehensive list
Much like airports, the temples may be named after a city but they are often sited in a small, nearby town. "From Nevada to Wyoming to Texas, small towns have become neighborhood battlegrounds as feuds break out about the buildings’ height and light." The current designs are much more obtrusive than necessary, often damaging town character such as this 88,000 square foot building on an 18 acre site in a town that was once celebrated for its dark sky initiatives and stunning mountain views, in contrast to the Chicago Temple (actually in a wealthy suburb 45 minutes north of the city) which, while still big, and still intruding upon a historic home, museum, and nature preserve, fits in a bit better with the local community aesthetic.
The article cites people who "...are adamant: They have nothing against The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints or its members. What the DeLoes do have a problem with is the church’s plans to build a 215-foot-high building with hundreds of parking spots in an area where residents sometimes ride horses in the street and the tallest things around are palm trees."
"Due to their opposition, both say they’ve repeatedly been called bigots. Yard signs they plant opposing the temple disappear overnight and cars periodically sit at the end of their driveway, honking." “We have people setting off fireworks behind the homes of people who are coming out against [the temple].”
LDS Temples are not churches. They are not open on Sunday. They are considered holier than traditional meetinghouses and function as private clubs--visitors are *not* allowed. They are used to baptize dead people and perform other Masonic, patriarchal ordinances for them even if this is against family wishes ; these same ordinances are done once for the living member themselves. In order to enter you must follow a set of rules that includes paying 10% of your income to the church's investment and operations portfolio (donations for charitable works are an additional, optional charge) and wearing holy garments ("magic underwear") Adherence to these rules is assessed in interviews with untrained, volunteer "bishops" who will also ask you about your sexuality and may ask invasive questions about your sexual practices. Such questions may be asked of children as young as 11 years old.
"The last thing this city needs is another lawsuit,” Commissioner Donald Walsh said before casting his vote in the temple’s favor." This politician's perspective is pragmatic. If your town does not have airtight ordinances, the LDS church will sue your community at every turn. Their access to liquid assets and land is unprecedented for a religion in the US.
If a building like the temples currently being built is not in harmony with the goals of your community, the time is now to ensure that local code prevents them.
In order to function, LDS temples do not have to be huge, they do not have to have spires, they do not have to be brightly lit. By banning buildings that are out of character with your community, you are not banning LDS church members, nor preventing their faithful practices, you are simply deciding for yourselves what your community should look like.
Not that it should need to be said, but this post is not about members. Most LDS members themselves are nice people and usually make great neighbors. They will nearly always help you move and are happy to bring cookies. This is not an issue against LDS members, their faith, or practices. It is an issue about the Corporation of the President of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints bullying communities to accommodate obtrusive buildings against resident's wills.
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2024.05.17 05:49 Opaquer Today's daily (17/05/2024) 50 stage guide

Hi everyone, back again today for today's daily! Today's one was actually quite fun and we started off with iron hands!
As we've previously found, reloading the browser makes changes to the rng, so now I have notes when the browser has been reloaded so you can reload it too :). As per usual, sorry about the reloads - it'd be much easier if there weren't any, but I had some issues and instead of being able to restart I had to reload. Also there's at least one place where I've said to quit to menu and continue - I don't think this is the same as a reload, so maybe don't reload and just quit to menu instead?
Also, we originally though that different browsers have different RNG, but yesterday we found it may be a little more complicated than that. I use firefox when making my guides, and it seems like most of the variations are from chome, but it's not guaranteed - you can still have variations with firefox. If you do find any variations and differences, let me know - I'm trying to get some evidence so I can figure out what the changes are and see if there's a way to nullify them so we can have a single guide for any type of browser :). Also, yesterday some amazing people found a way to stay on track if you did run into variations, so thank you to those amazing people!
Also I'm currently testing this run for any missed reloads. I've currently tested up to wave 40, so wave 41 onwards is still being tested and may have some missed reloads. I'll keep this updated live as I do more testing!
ALSO ALSO: we're still trying to figure out exactly what the relationship with reloading is. For now, if when you need to reload, reload once you've chosen your pokemon for the battle, as, on average, that's when I would reload. I don't know if it'll make a difference, but it can't hurt to try and see what happens :). We think there may not be a relationship between when you reload as long as you're on the wave, but I just wanted to say this as a just in case :)
As per the others, I'm still learning about all this, so sorry for any mistakes I've made - I probably missed at least a couple of reloads, but hopefully I got the majority of them.
One note: I think I got all the unique pokemon except for 2 - a mimikyu on wave 13 that would not get into my ball and a clefable on wave 39 that just instantly killed itself.
Lastly, it seems like there's a bug in the game - I've heard it's best to change the "EXP Party Display" to "Normal" as if it's not on normal, sometimes moves you've learnt will disappear when you exit to the menu.
EDIT: If you saw that there was a bug where the screen went black after finishing the game, this has now been fixed - it's now safe to do that last level again!
There's also a few waves where there's some max IV stat pokemon if you're looking for them:
Pokemon Max stat (31) Wave
Tympole HP 2
Poliwhirl HP 6
Paliptoad Sp. Atk 8
Phantrump Atk 16
Theivul Def 24
Sableye Sp. Def 27
Gothitelle Def 42
With the below steps, if I haven't said to take a move when one is offered, that means to not learn it. For the table, there's two columns relating to moves - one for moves to take and one for moves to replace. For example, if the "Move(s) to take..." column has Headbutt and the corresponding row in the "... by replacing move(s)" column has Wrap, it would mean you need to replace wrap with headbutt at this stage when it's offered - and if during that stage a different move is offered, don't take it if it's not on the list. Also if there's multiple moves to be offered, the moves offered in the table are listed from top to bottom of the order you get them - so if you have something like the below, it means that Crunch will be offered before Headbutt will, which will be before Firethrower (and their associated replacements):
Move(s) to take... ... by replacing move(s)
Crunch Vine whip
Heatbutt Astonish
Firethrower Water gun
Also, if there are multiple waves back to back that have the same pokemon (or are within a few waves of each other), I'll label them as 1 and 2 - i.e. Linoone 1 and Linoone 2. This is to help avoid confusion if you're looking back and forth and trying to figure out where you're at
Lastly, with the steps below, if I don't say to switch out to a pokemon, that means you use the pokemon that's come out automatically.
With that, here's the guide:

Stage 1

Wave 1: Croconaw
Steps:
  1. Charge
  2. Sword dance
  3. Pokeball
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
Thunder punch Sword dance
Reward: Pokeballs
Wave 2: Lombre and Tympole
NOTE FOR THIS WAVE: This tympole has max (31) HP stat
Steps:
  1. Switch iron hands with nidoking and skiploom for iron hands
  2. Megahorn and thunder punch lombre
  3. Mud slap and charge x 3
  4. Pokeball
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Reroll, Super EXP charm
Wave 3: Stunfisk
Steps:
  1. Switch to skiploom
  2. Bullet seed x 2
  3. Pokeball x 2
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
Mega drain Light screen
Flail Scary face
Bubble beam Supersonic
Reward: Nugget
Wave 4: Ekans
Steps:
  1. Switch to nidoking
  2. Pokeball
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Super potion stunfisk
Wave 5: Trainer Glenn and Jennifer
Steps:
  1. Switch nidoking to skiploom, focus punch aipom
  2. Bullet seed and thunder punch galarian farfetch'd
  3. Bullet seed duskull and thunder punch normal farfetch'd
  4. Bullet seed and thunder punch duskull
  5. Bullet seed and focus punch blitzle
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Great ball
Wave 6: Poliwhirl
NOTE FOR THIS WAVE: This poliwhirl has max (31) HP stat
Steps:
  1. Mega drain
  2. Poison powder x 3
  3. Pokeball
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
Sucker punch Charge
Reward: Potion jumpluff
Wave 7: Arbok
Steps:
  1. Switch to nidoking
  2. Pokeball
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
Acrobatics Charm
Reward: Pokeballs
Wave 8: Paliptoad
NOTE FOR THIS WAVE: This paliptoad has max (31) Sp. Atk stat
Steps:
  1. Mud slap x 2
  2. Pokeball
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
Crunch Bite
Reward: Soul dew nidoking
Wave 9: Gulpin
Steps:
  1. Pokeball
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Pokeballs
Wave 10: Paliptoad
Steps:
  1. Switch to jumpluff
  2. Bullet seed
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Stage end

Stage 2

Wave 11: Sinistea
Note for this wave: I reloaded my browser here; make sure to reload during the fight once it's started, and not too late
Steps:
  1. Send out feraligatr
  2. Ice fang
  3. Pokeball x 2
  4. Replace paliptoad with sinistea
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Potion sinistea
Wave 12: Yamask
Steps:
  1. Pokeball
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Potion feraligatr
Wave 13: Mimikyu
Note for this wave: I reloaded my browser here; make sure to reload during the fight once it's started, and not too late
Note for this wave: I couldn't catch mimikyu no matter what I did, sorry. You can try if you want, but doing so may change the rng of the run
Steps:
  1. Switch to jumpluff
  2. Acrobatics x 5 (this kills it)
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Potion jumpluff
Wave 14: Yamask and Pumpkaboo
Steps:
  1. Acrobatics and thunder punch yamask
  2. Bullet seed and charge x 3
  3. Pokeball
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Pokeballs
Wave 15: Trainer Cameron
Steps:
  1. Switch to feraligatr
  2. Crunch x 5
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
Force palm Whirlwind
Slash Scratch
U-turn Poison powder
Bounce Endure
Reward: Pokeballs
Wave 16: Phantump
NOTE FOR THIS WAVE: This phantrump has max (31) Atk stat
Steps:
  1. Pokeball
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Potion feraligatr
Wave 17: Duskull
Steps:
  1. Pokeball
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Great ball
Wave 18: Polteageist
Steps:
  1. Pokeball
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
Giga drain Mega drain
Reward: X accuracy
Wave 19: Drifblim
Note for this wave: I reloaded my browser here; make sure to reload during the fight once it's started, and not too late
Steps:
  1. Pokeball
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Ultra balls
Wave 20: Trainer Morty
Steps:
  1. Switch to iron hands
  2. Thunder punch x 3
  3. Swap to feraligatr
  4. Crunch x 2
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Stage end

Stage 3

Wave 21: Liepard 1
Steps:
  1. Switch to nidoking
  2. Mud slap x 2
  3. Pokeball
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
Giga drain Mega drain
Reward: X accuracy
Wave 22: Pawniard
Steps:
  1. Switch to feraligatr
  2. Ice fang x 3
  3. Pokeball
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Pokeballs
Wave 23: Liepard 2
NOTE FOR THIS WAVE: in my testing, I got to here and there was no nugget reward. I exited to menu and continued and when I killed the liepard again, there was a nugget reward. You may have to do the same if you don't have a nugget as a reward?
Steps:
  1. Switch to iron hands
  2. Force palm
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Nugget
Wave 24: Thievul 1
NOTE FOR THIS WAVE: This thievul has max (31) Def stat
Steps:
  1. Thunder punch
  2. Pokeball
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Pokeballs
Wave 25: Trainer Jay and Debra
Steps:
  1. Force palm piloswine and ice fang mothim
  2. Thunder punch and crunch venomoth
  3. Thunder punch and crunch drifblim
  4. Force palm and crunch houndoom
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
Shadow ball Withdraw
Reward: Pokeballs
Wave 26: Thievul 2
Steps:
  1. Force palm
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Potion iron hands
Wave 27: Sableye
NOTE FOR THIS WAVE: This sableye has max (31) Sp. Def stat
NOTE FOR THIS WAVE: Thanks to you guys we found an issue here. I think I've fixed it so it works better, but unless you've refreshed recently, this is different to what it used to be. I'm going to keep the old steps as a side note after the rewards in case you need it
Steps:
  1. Switch to stunfisk
  2. Mud shot
  3. Pokeball x 2
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Cracked pot sinistea (NOTE: if the cracked pot doesn't show up, you may need to exit to menu and continue on this fight)
(Old steps were to switch to nidoking, megahorn x 2, pokeball)
Wave 28: Murkrow and Houndoom
Steps:
  1. Switch nidoking to iron hands and switch feraligatr to stunfisk
  2. Force palm houndoom and bounce murkrow
  3. Charge (bounce should land)
  4. Pokeball
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Lum berry iron hands
Wave 29: Leipard 3
Steps:
  1. Switch to nidoking
  2. Megahorn x 2
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Reroll, Hyper potion Iron hands
Wave 30: Trainer Marnie
Steps:
  1. Switch to iron hands
  2. Focus punch
  3. Force palm x 3
  4. Switch to jumpluff
  5. Acrobatics x 3
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Stage end

Stage 4

Wave 31: Claydol and Beheeyem
Steps:
  1. Switch jumpluff for Polteageist and stunfisk for Feraligatr
  2. Shadow ball claydol and ice fang beheeyem
  3. Pokeball x 2
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Hyper potion polteageist
Wave 32: Sigilyph
Steps:
  1. Pokeball x 2
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Ultra balls
Wave 33: Bronzong
Steps:
  1. Pokeball x 2
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Petaya berry polteageist
Wave 34: Lunatone
Note for this wave: I reloaded my browser here; make sure to reload during the fight once it's started, and not too late
Steps:
  1. Sucker punch
  2. Pokeball x 2
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
Wild charge Charge
Reward: Pokeballs
Wave 35: Trainer Magnolia
Steps:
  1. Switch to stunfisk
  2. Mudshot x 2
  3. Switch to iron hands
  4. Thunder punch
  5. Force palm x 5
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
Aqua tail Flail
Reward: Ultra balls
Wave 36: Bronzong and Bronzong
Note for this wave: I reloaded my browser here; make sure to reload during the fight once it's started, and not too late
Steps:
  1. Swap iron hands with polteageist
  2. Shadow ball and crunch left bronzong
  3. Shadow ball and crunch bronzong
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Potion polteageist
Wave 37: Musharna 1
Steps:
  1. Pokeball
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Leftovers iron hands
Wave 38: Musharna 2
Steps:
  1. Shadow ball
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Rogue balls
Wave 39: Clefable
Note for this wave: No matter what I did, clefable just does healing wish and kills itself, so I couldn't catch it
Steps:
  1. Sucker punch (clefable dies here)
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Potion stunfisk
Wave 40: Trainer Olympia
Steps:
  1. Shadow ball x 3
  2. Sucker punch
  3. Shadow ball
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Stage end

Stage 5

Wave 41: Hypno
Steps:
  1. Sucker punch
  2. Pokeball
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
Close combat Focus punch
Reward: Potion poltergeist (note - thanks to the discord community and comments, if you don't get offered to a potion here you can reroll to get a potion instead!)
Wave 42: Gothitelle
NOTE FOR THIS WAVE: This gothitelle has max (31) Def stat
Steps:
  1. Sucker punch x 2
  2. Rogue ball
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Potion polteageist
Wave 43: Beheeyem
Steps:
  1. Shadow ball
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
Superpower Slash
Reward: Potion polteageist
Wave 44: Tinkaton
Note for this wave: I reloaded my browser here; make sure to reload during the fight once it's started, and not too late
Steps:
  1. Pokeball
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Potion polteageist
Wave 45: Trainer Chelsey
Steps:
  1. Shadow ball
  2. Switch to nidoking
  3. Megahorn
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Potion nidoking
Wave 46: Grumpig 1
Steps:
  1. Switch to polteageist
  2. Rogue ball
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Lum berry iron hands
Wave 47: Xatu and Grumpig
Note for this wave: I reloaded my browser here; make sure to reload during the fight once it's started, and not too late
Steps:
  1. Switch feraligatr for stunfisk
  2. Shadow ball and mud shot grumpig
  3. Giga drain and mud shot xatu x 2
  4. Pokeball
  5. Rogue ball
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Potion polteageist
Wave 48: Grumpig 2
Steps:
  1. Shadow ball
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Potion polteageist
Wave 49: Tinkaton and Xatu
Steps:
  1. Switch polteageist with iron hands
  2. Thunder punch xatu, mud shot tinkaton
  3. Thunder punch and mud shot tinkaton
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: Potion poltergeist (note - thanks to the discord community and comments, if you don't get offered to a potion here you can take a super potion instead!)
Wave 50: Heatran
Steps:
  1. Close combat x 2
  2. DONE!
Move(s) to take ... by replacing move(s)
None None
Reward: DAILY DONE!
And with that, that's it! I hope you all enjoyed today's run - I definitely had a lot of fun doing it and making the guide! Also I'm not sure if I'll be able to get one more out tomorrow, but Sunday I'll be taking off, so if I'm not back tomorrow I'll be back next week some time!
As usual, good luck on your egg pulls, your shiny pokemon finds and let me know if there's anything different compared to normal!
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2024.05.17 02:27 PsychologicalDrag437 Selling 1 Outloud Music Festival Weekend Pass Wristband for WeHo Pride

Selling 1 Outloud Music Festival Weekend Pass Wristband for WeHo Pride
Hey! Unfortunately I can no longer make it to WeHo Pride, so I'm selling my Outloud Music Festival weekend pass wristband for both days of the music festival. I'm from out of town, so I will ship the wristband to you. I'm asking $175 for it and I'll pay for the shipping. Respond/message me if you're interested. Thanks!
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2024.05.17 01:32 novelpuckhead AITA for holding a grudge against my ex-bestie for longer than our friendship was?

This is probably a longer story than it really is, but I am just trying to give as much context as I can.
In grade 11, me (F16-17) and my ex-friend (F16-17) were best friends. For some context, we both became friends fairly early in high school. In my country high school is from grade 8-grade 12. I joined the high school in grade 8 from out of city, the high school is just closer to me than the one in my city, so I was a new kid. I made some friends in grade 8 as a new kid but those friendships did end in grade 9. Grade 9 is when my best friend, we'll call her Emily, transferred to the school. And we formed a friendship. Through grade 9 we had formed our own little friend group with 2 other girls, we'll name them Clara and Sabrina. It was the 4 of us through majority of high school. We would always text each other, always hang out after school, spend any break we had at school together and had as much fun as any girls in high school could have (minus the partying because my school is not a partying school).
Emily and I were the closet in the friend group, afterall we were pretty similar and come from similar backgrounds (We're both a type of asian). We both would be described as the smart kids. We both would end up getting high grades in all of our classes. In grade 9, when we met, she told the friend group her dream was to become a doctor like her parents were, so she studied extra hard in high school to keep her grades high. I, on the other hand, did not really have any specific dreams. I wanted to become a writer or even a lawyer (but was worried because I'm not the best speaker). Due to that, I never tried that hard at school. Like i care about grades, my parents cared a lot about me getting high grades, but I wasn't studying for anything. And with that I never really studied either, I would do my homework and pay attention in class and take pretty notes but I was not spending any real time after class to do work Which is something that Emily would do. She would spend hours and hours a day just studying. If she wasn't studying she would be doing some volunterring or some club stuff.
Fast forward to grade 11. Right from the beginning of the year something just felt odd about our relationship. She seemed distant. Which I chalked up to it being we were now considered seniors at our high school so she was starting to stress about universities already, but it was still whatever. My school worked in semesters, so for half of the year we would have 4 specific classes which would then switch to different classes in second semester. During first semester I didn't have any classes with any of my friends. I was just chilling in all of my classess and getting adopted into different group friends in those classes. I was always well-liked in high school, I was not a popular kid. But compared to all the smart kids in the school, I was deemed the nicest so because of that everyone would be nice to me and friendly (even though I know for some of them it was so they could get hw answers out of me, but they were still very nice to me).
During this time, my friends and I would make up plans to hang out. We always made it a point to hang out at least once a week outside of school. It was always after school, we would usually study, walk around or go to the mall. In our gc on insta we would always double check with one another on which days to do it. Clara, Sabrina and I would always talk in the gc and were always the ones initiating the plans. Emily was also in the gc but would rarely reply to anything. Any times we would make plans to hang out, Emily would either not reply (which would then lead us to asking her during lunch the next day if she was free, where she would barely talk) or she would just say no to all plans. The few times she would say yes, she would always cancel the day of. Which would be annoying, and Clara, Sabrina and I would talk amongst ourselves that we found it odd she would always cancel and never want to hang out outside of school, but we were like it's not that big of a deal. She could just be busy.
We then just ahead to my birthday. Now i have an early birthday and it falls around the time that we come back to school after the winter break. Now during the winter break, Clara, Sabrina and I formed a seperate gc as it would just be the three of us talking and making plans. We also always took so many pictures and felt bad about sending it into the gc with the four of us in it as we didnt want Emily to feel bad about not coming. So we figured it was better if we kept it seperate. But in the main gc, I just ask when is everyone free to do something small. I'm not really a birthday person. Since high school, all my birthdays include going to some cozy restauraunt with my 4 closest friends and just having a casual dinner. So I ask and everyone leaves their responses, including Emily. We decide on a day, it would be after school just a day or two after my actual birthday and we would be going to a restuarunt and an arcade nearby (I have strict parents so I really wasn't allowed to go out late or really go out anywhere far). The plan is made and everything is set. When the day comes for the dinnearcade, we all meet up by our lockers to go take the bus together.
The 3 of us are there waiting for Emily to come and she does just a few minutes late. That is when she tells us she can't come because she has a club meeting today, and she told us it was mandatory for us to attend. Now of course my friends and I tried to convince her to blow it off just this one time, but she was adamant about going. So, whatever. We say bye to her and start walking to the bus. While walking there we bump into a mutual friend, also waiting for the bus. She is also in the same club, so we confused why she was here. We do ask her, saying "hey isn't there something happening with the club today?" That is when she tells us there was just this small meeting recapping what had happened in last weeks meeting for the people who missed it. Meaning the meeting was not madatory at all, especially when Emily had cancelled our plans last week to go to this said meeting. Meaning she did sort of lie to get out of going to my birthday party. I of course was hurt by this. When she told us she had to go to the meeting, I didn't think much of it as I knew how much school mattered to her and how much doing this club stuff mattered. But she had the choice to come, and she decided to just blow me off. We went out and had fun and didn't bring the matter up with her. We figured it was just her caring a bit too much about school.
Anyways this whole cancelling plans last minute, ghosting the main gc thing happened more and more. It also got to the point where if I wanted to talk to her, whether that was through text or in real life I would always have to approach her first. As this carried on for a while, i of course was getting a bit annoyed about where this friendship was going.
We now get to Emily's birthday a month later. Now Emily decided to plan her birthday, very last minute. I am just pointing this out as i am not a person who can do spontaneous plans, one because i have this need to plan properly and two because I do have strict parents. So i can't just spring a plan on them the day of and expect to go. Which is something Emily knows. Anyways she makes the plan and i tell my mom about it to ask if i can go and she says yes. The day before, Emily then decides to change the plan entirely. We were going to go into downtown city (for context, it's roughly 2 hours transit from our neighborhood). I obviously had to ask permission as she wanted to stay out late which is not something my parents would like, so when Emily told us at lunch the change in plans, Clara, Sabrina I told her we had to double check if we can still go as we all have strict parents, but our extended friend group were all down to go.
After school, the four of us head into the bathroom, which is a toally normal thing for high school girls to do before we headed out. While there Emily then decides to start a fight with me about not going to her birthday, which hasn't happened yet. She starts yelling at me about how Im mad that she didn't go to my birthday and am not going to hers as revenge (I'll be honest, I kinda forgot she didn't go). And starts yelling at me about how I'm being a bad friend and frankly a b*tch. And when I say she is screaming at me, I mean there is the largest echo circling our bathroom as she yells at me. Now I'm just standing there, trying to reason with her. I'm just trying to explain to her that i didn't say i wasn't coming, i just needed to get permission to go, which is something that Clara and Sarbina said as well but Emily wasn't saying anything about them. She proceeded to just yell at me for a solid 5 minutes. Another girl did walk into the bathroom, saw Emily yelling and just left, which I feel bad about. I do not do well with someone yelling at me, so I just tell her that I'm leaving now and we can talk later. I practically run out of the bathroom and out of school. Clara runs up to me and says i can't go home feeling like this. I felt horrible, i felt like throwing up. So Clara makes it her job to cheer me up as Sabrina is trying to calm Emily down. Clara takes me to Mcdonalds, where we split a meal as that became a tradition of ours and she bought me ice-cream to make me feel better. We end up spending roughly and hour and half there before starting to walk back to our houses. I did feel a lot better and I was smiling. Clara didn't really say much about what happened as she knew it would upset me. She just said that Emily was being mean and left it at that. At some point during our walk, Emily calls Clara and starts screaming at Clara over the phone about choosing "my side". I only know it was Emily because I can hear her screaming through the phone and Clara is trying to be nice to her and say she was comforting her friend like a good one would do. Emily continues screaming and Clara just hangs up on her.
We don't talk about it. Now the next day, at school, is Emily's birthday. I feel so awkward. Because i'm still upset about what happened. When I see her, I'm not sure if I should wish her a happy birthday. I feel like I am owed an apology first. so i don't really say anything to her. and we don't really talk. Now we are in the same Chemistry honours class together and are lab partners. So we have to talk. I ask her, if we're going to talk about what happened. And she just says, no, it's my birthday. I just say really but she doesn't say anything after. So Im just like, fine, whatever. We spend the entire class in awkward silence, and I do not see her again the entire day. Even at lunch because she has a club meeting or something. Clara, Sabrina and I all agree that we don't want to talk about it. Clara got an apology text last night but she was still mad about being yelled at over the phone. Sabrina asked us if we wanted to know what her and Emily talked about yesterday but i said no. I was frankly too mad and knew if anything was said, I would be upset. Emily did not end up having a birthday party. and there is now an awkward silence between the 4 of us. it's like a horror movie, where the music is playing and you just know something bad is coming and you have to wait for it.
A few days later, I know i have to say something. I can feel that our friendship is hanging by a thread and I want my best friend back. So at lunch, while we're all sitting by our lockers I bring up the topic. I do not remember the conversation that took place. All I know was that Emily was practically screaming in my face, in front of all our friends (Clara, Sabrina and 5 of our other friends). Everyone is trying to get her to stop, but she keeps yelling at me. At some point I just start crying. Now this is the first time, that someone outside of my family, has ever made me cry. Its the first time I have ever cried at school too. The tears are flowing down my face as I just say "i'm sorry i cant do this" to the rest of our friends as i had off to the bathroom to calm down. Clara and one of our other friends rush off with me to try to calm me down and stop the tears. But they keep coming. I can't stop them and am now in the bathroom splashing my face with water and doing my best to wipe them all away. Clara, this other friend and i all have the same class next. So they have to literally drag me to class as I'm sort of paralyzed about whats happening. When we get to the classroom, everyone there, which was half of the class is looking at me and seeing my red, teared-up face. Our seats are at the very back corner of the classroom, on the very opposite side from the door. So i have to walk past the entire face as they all stare at me and wonder whats happening. the entire time im not really paying any attention. during little work periods in the class, my fellow classmates would walk up to me and ask if im okay. which i would say yes, i was even though i wasnt because what else could i say. I ended up powering through the rest of the day before going home and wonderign what to do.
In the secret gc, I text with Clara and Sabrina about what my next steps should be. They suggest we have an actual therapy session as a friend group to discuss if we even want to be friends at this point. I agree to this. I even start writing up my own speech I am going to tell Emily when i see her.
So I'm just going to jump ahead to whenever this happens. It's during lunch, outside on the grass field. I am calm, I know what to say and everything. I'm sitting there with Clara and Sabrina has to literally drag Emily out of school to come and talk. I kid you not. We have like an hour for lunch. It takes 20 minutes for Emily to finally show up. And she shows up like, "ugh what are we even doing here? im kinda busy" and just acts like there is nothing at all wrong. I start to calmly explain to her how ive been feeling the entire year. I do not remmeber the conversation. But what I remember talking about is how i feel like she's distant, she's always cancelling plans, im always the one texting her first, about how she gets mad at me for small little things, how she yells at me, etc. My whole speech was about how "i don't want to feel like sh*t for trying to continue this friendship". Because even after the first time she yelled at me, I just wanted an apology and we could move on and that didn't happen. And now Im just like I don't want to cry again and don't want my tears to come from someone who's supposed to be my best friend. She does argue her case in this. Her whole thing is how "i'm being clingy and annoying and controlling".
Now for her arguement, I think it should be known more about my persoanlity type. I am not the best people person. I have social anxiety and how that manifests in me is that i can't really talk to people that well. I don't know how to converse and get incredibly nervous to talk to anyone new. So when I do become friends with someone, I do latch on to them. I talk to them all the time, when i can, and they become my person. I think that is where the clingy party comes from. For the controlling/annoying thing, I can only chalk it up to me always texting her. Like i said, i would always have to be the one initating our conversations and plans. So our chats always look like 5 bubbles of text from me (because i am the person that types in multiple bubbles rather than one large text bubble) and her short responses. When it comes to plans, as I said i do not do spontaenous plans. I need to have them properly organized for both my parents sakes and my sake. I'm not someone who plans everything out minute by minute, I just need to know times and places. And if you are actually free.
Thankfully this time, Emily isn't yelling at me however she is talkimg a bit loudly. Now at this point we have spent 25ish minutes talking about this when she suddently gets up and says "i have to go otherwise i'll be late for my class and get in trouble". Which there is still 15 minutes before lunch ends. And her classroom is across the hallway from my next class with Clara. The walk from the grass field was literally 2 minutes. Our coversation wasn;t done. There was no convlusion and no real understanding on either part. So all of us get up as Emily starts speed walking and we all chase her. We're all telling her there is still so much time left, but she doesn't listen and still carries on. So then I say, "i don't want to be friends anymore if this is what it's going to be like". and she says "fine." and walks away. and that was the end of our friendship.
It was almost spring break and our friends were doing their best to navigate the situation. I think they believed we both needed time to cool down and we can all be friends again. However that didn;t happen. Emily and i agreed to be civil as we still had the same friend group but she never really hung out with us in the next couple days, or talked during lunch and that was it.
The two of us did not talk at all. The only times we did was in our Chemistry class, where she did the most un-civil thing ever. As I said we were lab partners. Anytime we had any lab, involing the microscope, I would always be the person doing the microscope work as Emily writes down the results of what I found. I would then get the numbers or obersations from her and add them to my worksheet as our teacher wanted us to work in partners but submit our own work. This one lab went off for too long and the bell rung. So as we are packing up quickly, I ask Emily for the numbers she wrote down. She said she's late for something and will send me the numbers later today. And I'm like fine. She never did. It was also a Friday so we went into the weekend and she never sent me anything. I did text her once on Saturday and another time on Sunday if she could send it. but she never replied and i just asked another classmate if they could send me their answers. If our teacher asked why did we as partners have different answers, I was going to tell him Emily wouldn't give them to me. He never did ask and that was the last time we really talked.
We then headed into spring break which ended up turning into the pandemic lockdown. Now I feel so bad when saying this, as i know this was a difficult time for so many people. But me as a 17-year-old high school studnet, loved the first few weeks of lockdown. I saw it as a mental health break as all the stuff that went down with Emily did in fact put me into a depression phase (I actually do have depression and i do end up in mini-phases where its really bad). The lockdown gave me time to breathe as it felt like i was holding my breath for so long and i could relax. Now in the fall, our school did a hybrid for our last year. Which was fine, it was weird but managable. Emily did not talk to me, Clara or Sabrina at all during our seniour year. We graduated and my friends and I had the best time we could under pandemic restrictions.
Current day, I (21) am now in university. Clara and Sabrina and I are as close as ever and have managed to keep our friendship alive and strong even 3-4 years outside of high school and while all attending different universities. We still hang out regularly (once every week or so) and text all the time. And would you believe it, Emily goes to my university. Remember, how I said she wanted to become a doctor. Yeah so her plan was to go to university in Toronto for some medicine thing. I don't really know. She didn't do that. Instead she stayed in our city and decided to do business instead. What am I doing, you ask? Also business. Now I know I can't claim a school, or a major or anything like that. But i can't lie, im a little annoyed that she decided to swtich her career path to the same as mine. Thankfully Ive only had one class with her and it was one of those big lecture halls so i didn't have to talk with her. Just seeing her tho reminds me of high school and i can feel my blood pressure rising and me sweating as all the nerves and stress come back.
Anyways Clara and Sabrina's birthdays are coming up. Their birthdays are within the same week so since high school, they've always just done one big combined party. The two of them are both really chill people, they are friends with everyone and anyone. So as their coming up with their birthday plans, they are thinking of their guest list and Emily is on it. Now, Clara and Sabrina did ask me beforehand if they could invite her. They do want to make sure I am comfortable. They both tell me that they don't really talk to her anymore, maybe once every 3 months or something. They also haven't hung out since high school. But for their 21st birthday they are thinking of inviting everyone from our high school friend group to have sort of a mini-reuinion. I am down for it, I do think i have moved on, in the sense that I know I do not want Emily in my life. I do tell them I will probably feel awkwad but I can manage for one night for their birthday.
As I'm telling my sister (F16) about Clara and Sabrina's party and who's coming, she asks me about Emily. She basically says if Clara and Sabrina are fine with inviting her, that means they have forgiven her for high school stuff, so am I not being a bit mean for holding on to my feelings? I am a person who believes there is no expirational date on any pain caused by a person. I should not have to "forgive and forget" a person, who has not asked for it and who caused me so much pain just because that is how the world has worked. But it go me thinking, am i being a bit rude?
So, two questions: AITA for what happened in high-school? (am i in the wrong for the friendship breakup) and AITA for not wanting to forgive her?
A FEW NOTES: (i'll add more when i think of it)
I have not spoken to Emily since grade 12. Not in person, not through people, not through text. We have had no contact with one another and i am fine with that. I do not want any relationship with her.
Clara and Sabrina are two of the sweetest people in my life. It does not hurt me at all they have the odd interaction with Emily at all. Afterall they do say its very minimal contact and the few times they have made plans with Emily included, they let me know well in advance, ask if its okay to invite her and all that. Each time I say its fine because I know Im in a good place to not feel bad.
I have never yelled at Emily. Nor have I ever spoken badly about her. With our mutual friends I might complain about the situation, but I never say anything bad about her. I should also say, Emily i don't think was well-liked. As I said the two of are good students, the smart kids, whatever else you want to say. However Emily is what would be described as a "teacher's pet" and does give off an arrogant vibe at times towards others. Some of my other friends/classmates would sometimes make comments about this to me, but i would always sort of downplay it. Like, oh that's not how she really is, she just cares a lot about school. A few times I would say the comments are harsh to some of the classmates. Her, on the other hand, has called me a controlling b*tch to several people. who have all told me about it. She did bad-mouth to quite a few people.
At some point in grade 11 (not really relevant to the main story, but might be part of the reason Emily's always made at me), but I was blamed for a rumour going around that Emily had a crush on this guy in our grade. Emily and I had to go to this one teacher's class for some notes or something. And in the class was this girl who I didn;t really like. So before we walk in I whisper to her, no one can hear, that "hey there's that girl i don't like". Emily then makes it so obvious that she is looking at this girl. And next to her is one of the popular boys in our class. Emily makes it so obvious that shes looking in his direction and does it a few times, that the rumour she likes this guy becomes a huge joke in our grade. She does not like this guy, never has liked this guy, but it is a joke that him and his friends carry on. This continues for the entire year, and Emily in our therapy session does mention this fact. She says its my fault that this joke has gone around. I don't see how.
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2024.05.16 16:29 MrSchmegeggles Today’s Bagels

Today’s Bagels
Makes (8) 156g Bagels. 58% Hydration -
For Sunday morning bagels
  1. On Friday at 10am, Make pre-ferment, Mix:
a. 150g High Gluten Flour (>14%) I use Sir Lancelot
b. 150g Water
c. Pinch (1/16 tsp) dry yeast (SAF)
  1. Let Rest approx 10-12 hours at room temp until risen
  2. Around 8pm mix final dough
a. 631g High Gluten Flour
b. 302g Water
c. 3g yeast
d. 18.5g salt
e. 24g Barley Malt Syrup
f. 2g diastatic malt powder
g. All of pre-ferment
  1. Knead in kitchen aid until well developed and smooth, about 10 mins on speed 3.
  2. Let rest, covered for 10-15 mins to relax the gluten.
  3. Do not use any additional flour for dusting or handling
  4. Divide and shape into 8x 156g bagels using the leftover as a float test.
a. Roll quickly using one hand in the middle to about an 8” rope with fattened ends (dog bone shaped) then wrap over your hand with both thick ends in your palm and sealby rolling hard on the counter. The dough will retract and make a thick bagel with small hole.
  1. Place onto a floured silpat on on a baking sheet
  2. Rest, covered on counter for 15-30 mins until a float test ball barely floats in a bowl of water (70deg room temp, covered)
  3. Refrigerate, COVERED until Sunday morning (2 nights)
  4. Sunday morning: Remove bagels from fridge and move bagels with silpat onto counter
  5. Rest the bagels uncovered while the oven preheats and water boils, About 25 mins.
  6. While the bagels are resting, Adjust oven to middle/Top Rack and Preheat oven to 500 Convection
  7. Boil 3000g water
  8. Soak Bagel Boards
  9. Add a heaping soup spoonful (about ¼ cup) of barley malt syrup or honey to the boil
a. Watch for boil-overs
  1. Boil the bagels for about 30-45 seconds face down, pressing the bottoms down occasionally with a spider. They should start to look puffy and defined
  2. Drain right-side up on cooling rack
  3. Immediately add toppings to tops while still wet – do not delay at all.
  4. Place bagels upside down on soaked bagel boards
  5. Add toppings to bottoms
  6. Bake the upside-down bagels on the bagel boards for 5 minutes.
  7. Flip onto room temp baking sheet, lower temp to 450 and continue to cook until light golden, 16-18 mins or until golden brown, rotating halfway through.
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2024.05.16 15:28 Downtown_Statement87 I tried to make a new mom friend in Oconee County. This is what happened.

I tried to make a new mom friend in Oconee County. This is what happened.
Here's a very long and convoluted story about what happened when I moved out of Athens and tried to make friends in a new county. It's really long.
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When you're a mom, it seems like you'd have a lot in common with other moms. You're both exhausted. You both can change a diaper while eating a hamburger while making a doctor's appointment while driving a car. She has spit-up on her shoulder? Yeah, well you have Goldfish in your hair.
But it's surprisingly hard to make mom friends. Go to any park or playground, and you'll see lots of Lone Moms dotting the landscape, swiping at their smartphones while their children play. I don't know why this is, but it's always kind of bothered me.
Raising children can be a terribly isolating endeavor. You are busy, but also bored, since most of the tasks required of you are mundane, repetitive ones like loading the dishwasher, cooking food, and extinguishing the dog. You are surrounded by people all day, but these people are mostly pre-verbal, so you end up feeling lonely a lot of the time. I would think that moms would flock to each other like toddlers flock to the one thing in the house their parents forgot to baby-proof. But no. It turns out that most moms don't mix.
When I lived in Athens, GA, it wasn't so hard. I'd figured it out. I'd spy a mom fiddling with her Maya baby wrap next to the sensory play area, sidle up to her, and hit her with my opening conversational gambit: "What's your position on ancient grains?" And thus would begin a heartfelt conversation about Quinoa and Amaranth and what cereals they prefer. But I didn't really care what we were talking about. I just cared that we were talking.
So I was anxious when I moved out of Athens to the tiny town of High Shoals. It's just over the border from Oconee County, and most moms in Oconee County don't talk about ancient grains. They talk about things I don't have any experience with and thus can't comment on, like who is their favorite area aesthetician. (The last time I had anything resembling a facial was when I fell asleep in the middle of feeding the dogs and woke up with one of them licking my face).
Oconee moms talk about where they're spending their family's spring break ("not Destin"), and how Grayson was just robbed at the regional gymnastics finals. Oconee County is very affluent, and very conservative. You still can't get a beer there on Sundays, but at least the Zaxby's drive-through stays open til 10 pm.
Nonetheless, I resolved to try to make new mom friends. I practiced smiling in the mirror and repeating "What's your home church?" (my new conversation starter) until there was only a hint of crazy-eye brought on by sleep deprivation. I worked on not making sweeping generalizations about people based on what county they live in. I reminded myself to brush my teeth and my hair every morning, instead of on alternating days like I usually do. Finally, shortly after Christmas, I was ready to go.
Now, at the same time all of this introspection about friend-making was going on, my oldest girl asked me for a puppy. I told her no and she went away. Then two days later she came back with a compromise: "How about a rat?"
Probably most folks consider "provide a rat-free environment for your children to live in" to be up there with other parenting dictates like "don't feed your baby Jagermeister." These are rules that are so obvious that they don't even bear mentioning. But when Sadie asked for a rat, I thought back to what happened when my teenaged self and friends watched the punk-rock adolescent classic "Suburbia."
Inspired by a character who had a tame rat as a pet, several of my friends rushed out and secured rats for themselves. They would carry them around in the pockets of their leather jackets when they went to the mall to ask an adult to buy clove cigarettes for them. These rats, I remembered, were well-mannered, good-natured varmints.
A quick look on the web confirmed my memories. Rats, the internet assured me, are smart, and social. They are friendly, and loyal, and can be trained to learn their names and do tricks. If you aren't squicked out by the naked, scaly tail, the bulging genitalia, the beady eyes and twitching whiskers, and the general association of rats with things like plague and death, a rat might be just the thing for you.
My husband was not enthusiastic about this plan, mainly because one of his morning rituals is going out to check the trap in our chicken coop to see what predator was snared overnight. Sometimes he'll come in in the morning with a possum in the trap, or even a black snake. But usually, it's a rat.
"Robin," he said, trying to sound reasonable, "Please don't go out and voluntarily purchase more vermin. We have plenty of rats right here." He pointed at the hissing, red-eyed rodent trying to gnaw its way out of the cage he'd just carried in from the coop.
"Yeah, but those rats are different," I said, hoping he wouldn't ask me why.
"Why?" he said. "It's exactly the same thing. It's a rat."
"Well..." I said, trying to stall. "Not really. See, this is an outdoor rat. We're getting an indoor one. Plus, these rats are free. The rat I'm going to get costs $18."
My husband loves me, and he loves Sadie. But mainly, he's tired. And so eventually Sadie got her rat. Honey lived happily in Sadie's room in his 3-tiered Rat Palace, and every day I would take time out from soothing the infant and wrestling with the 3-year-old to play with the rat, something the pet store warned I had to do if I wanted to socialize him. 
"Time to coddle the rat," I'd announce to the children, disappearing up the stairs to Sadie's room. I'd take Honey out of his cage and scratch his neck and ears. I'd hold him in my palm and encourage him to climb up my arm to my shoulder. I'd turn on Sadie's radio and the two of us would listen to Katy Perry together.
Eventually, as Honey grew, I started taking him downstairs on brief field trips. I'd put him in the sleeve of my sweater, down by my wrist. If I kept my arm bent he would rest there contentedly, and eventually I would become embroiled in making baby food or putting away toys and would completely forget that I had a rather large rat in my sleeve.
One afternoon in January, Sadie suggested that we visit a park in Oconee County. We got ourselves ready and, as we were heading out the door, Sadie stopped and said, "Hey, why don't we bring Honey?" I agreed and so Sadie cleaned out one of her purses and stuffed Honey inside.
When we got to the park, I decided it would not be safe for Sadie to run around on the playground with a bag full of rat (I do have some standards), so I offered to put Honey in my sleeve. She handed over the rat, which settled in the sleeve of my v-neck sweater, and ran off to play.
At first, we were alone on the playground. But after a while a mini-van pulled into the parking lot and a mom and her daughter climbed out. The daughter was the same age as Sadie, and they began enthusiastically playing together as soon as the girl hit the playground. I stood on the other side of the jungle gym from the other mom, wishing I had some of my daughter's friend-making mojo.
Then I remembered my resolution. "This could be it," I realized, watching the other mom through the slats in the climbing structure. "This could be my new mom friend."
I remembered that if I wanted to enlarge my social circle and meet people in this new town, I'd have to invest some energy and take some risks. I remembered what I had told myself about being friendly and open and willing to meet someone where they are. I remembered all of those things. Sadly, I forgot that I had a rat in my sleeve.
I circled around the jungle gym closer to the other mom, trying to make it look like I was moving just to get a better view of my kid. When I was close enough to her to not have to yell, I gave her a big, friendly smile, and said "Our kids seem to enjoy playing together."
"They sure do!" said the other mom, brightly. She smiled, too, and the conversation with my first Oconee County mom was launched.
"How old is she? Oh, mine too! What school does she go to? Does she like it? Yes, we do live close by. We just moved. You grew up here? Seems like a nice place."
Outside, I was engaging in normal-sounding small talk. But inside, I was rejoicing. "I'm doing it!" I thought. "I'm having a normal conversation with another adult! I'm not crying, or babbling, or forgetting where in the sentence I am! I'm just a few more comments away from suggesting our kids meet up at the library some time, and when I do that, she'll say sure, and she'll have to come to the library, too, since her kid is only six and can't drive, and then we'll see each other again and then Bam! Mom friends! Yahoo!"
I decided to close the deal. I said, as casually as possible, "It's great that our kids are having so much fun together. Do you guys ever do any of the afternoon art things at the library?"
The other mom smiled and said, "Yes, we...do. We do go there sometimes."
"Great!" I said.
But things were not great.
Something had happened in between my question about the library and her response. I didn't know what it was, exactly, but I could sense it. The other mom was still smiling, still making eye-contact with me. But something had changed.
I replayed the conversation in my head. The slight pause in her answer to my question about the library. "Yes, we...do." Her eyes had flicked away from my face and down to my chest for a split second -- just a momentary glance -- before meeting mine again. I'd seen her do it but had thought nothing of it, because she'd looked back at me and finished answering.
And she was still looking at me, her face absolutely calm and straight and normal. Nothing bad was happening. She was still standing there, probably waiting for me to suggest a meeting. So what was the problem?
As surreptitiously as possible (which was not at all, since she was standing 2 feet away from me, watching my face) I dropped my own eyes down to my chest. And then I understood.
Honey, the rat who was so at home in my sweater sleeve that I often forgot he was there, had crawled up my sleeve and around to the front, and was now poking his head out of the point in the "v" of my v-neck sweater.
Looking at it from my perspective, I'm just a mom who is trying to make a new friend and who also happens to have a rat crawling around in her sweater. What's the big deal? But from her perspective?
I can hear her standing in her kitchen, staring into a big glass of red wine and telling it to her husband. "A woman tried to talk to me at the park today, but there was a rat in her sweater, so..."
I looked up from the trembling pink nose and sharp eyes of the rodent poking out of my cleavage and into the face of the woman I was never, ever going to be friends with. I had absolutely no idea what etiquette was called for in this situation. Should I acknowledge what was happening with a breezy "oh, ha, don't worry, he's tame"?
Or should I feign surprise, and act as shocked as she? "Oh my gosh," I could shriek, batting at my sweater, "How did that get in there?" Was it worse to be the kind of person who puts vermin in her sweater on purpose? Or the kind who gets fully dressed without realizing there's a rat loose in her clothing? I couldn't decide.
Because this is the South -- the place where one's darkest character failings are met with a sweet "bless your heart!" -- the other mom didn't do what some other moms might have done (e.g., pepper spray me while calling Child Protective Services). Instead, she decided to do the polite thing, and pretend that our casual conversation hadn't just been interrupted by the appearance of a clothing rodent.
She stood there, her serene expression belying the tsunami of WTF? probably roiling in her head, and exchanged a few more banal pleasantries with me. Taking my cue from her, I also tried to ignore the rat, who had crawled down to the waist of my sweater and now nestled there like a distended appendix.
"Well," I said finally, "I guess we'd better get on home." All the other things I wanted to say -- "Maybe we'll see each other again!" "It was great talking to you!" -- felt like chalk in my mouth as I walked with my daughter to the mini-van.
"That girl was really nice!" said Sadie, climbing in her booster seat. "Maybe we could meet her here again."
"Maybe so," I said, reaching under my sweater and extracting Honey. He thrashed and twisted as I inserted him into the purse Sadie had brought along.
"We could play with Honey, maybe," Sadie said as I started the van. "Do you think she likes rats too?"
"I don't know, Bean," I sighed. Should I tell her that, no, she probably doesn't like rats very much at all. Should I tell her that if she wants to be accepted in her new town, she needs to lose the rat and turn her face to more normal little-girl pursuits, like weaving bracelets out those damn rubber band circles? Should I tell her that the weird things she loves are the very same things that will make her lonely? The way her mom sometimes is?
"I don't know," I said again. "But I'll tell you what. If you find a person who likes both you and your rat, you snag 'em, OK? That's when you know you've found a friend." I pulled the car out of the lot and drove myself, my daughter, and our pet rat back home.
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2024.05.16 05:45 larki18 [DUMMY MAGAZINE, 2006] "The people who criticise us for being too poppy don't get it. People are afraid to write a song any more, or they can't...The best bands ever have all written great songs. You can still do it and do it intelligently and it can be original."

Cigarettes and rebellion have always gone hand-in-hand, and in an age of cigarette packet-sized health warnings, now more than ever, smoking a fag says: 'I do not give a fuck.' But if Brandon Flowers is hoping to strike a seditious pose by sparking up at the start of the interview, it's not going according to plan. The Killers' frontman is on all fours rooting through the junk that carpets the anteroom at the band's rehearsal space. "Has anyone seen my lighter?" he asks, rocking back on his heels. The question hangs in the air while Brandon cocks his head, waiting for an answer like a meerkat listening for a predator. Twenty-five years old and with a delicate bone structure, there's something almost dainty about him. Receiving no response, he returns to his search. "Oh, Jeez," he sighs. "I had it just a minute ago."
It's a scene that emphatically does not suggest a rebel without a cause. The mess isn't helping. The Killers' HQ - an industrial unit sandwiched between a construction supplier and the offices of a housing development just off Dean Martin Drive in West Las Vegas - is ankle-deep in designer clothing. A Dior Homme suit lies crumpled by the door; there's a pile of shoes topped like a sundae by a pair of Marc Jacobs trainers; and anyone wishing to enter the shoebox room the band use as an office must negotiate a mountain of discarded jeans. Many items are identifiable as coming from the wardrobe of Hot Fuss, The Killers' hugely successful 2004 debut album - triple platinum in the UK with two weeks at Number One and five million sold worldwide. Look! There are the shirts, ties and suit jackets they wore when they thrilled Glastonbury 2005 with indie rock anthems Mr Brightside and Somebody Told Me. That was the crowning moment of a two-and-a-half year tour that finally concluded in October of last year. It seems that after playing that final date in Miami, they returned to Vegas and shrugged off their image onto the floor of this bland white box.
Now a fine layer of dust covers the dead clothes. The Killers have no further use for white tuxedos on their second album, Sam's Town. Today, Brandon wears a black polo shirt, black pin-stripe waistcoat, black jeans and black boots. Where there used to be a layer of foundation, there is now a beard - an untrimmed beard at that. Dave Keuning (30, guitar), Mark Stoermer (29, bass) and Ronnie Vannucci (29, drums) all echo Brandon's black ensemble. Ronnie has added Aviator shades and a handlebar moustache for a dash of motorcycle cop, Dave's frizzy bubble of hair gives him a Marc Bolan-ish air, and there's something very teenage about Mark's scuffed Vans.
Short of walking around wearing sandwich boards saying, "Our new record is a bit heavier than the last one," The Killers couldn't hope to communicate that message more effectively. And they have gained some musical girth on Sam's Town. The pop hooks that made Hot Fuss so irresistible survive intact - see the ringing guitar riffs on first single When You Were Young - but there's a newfound punchiness, coupled with an epic sweep. The minor-to-major uplifts on Bones are fabulously dramatic, the coda to Why Do I Keep Counting? thrillingly intense. Comparisons to Bruce Springsteen have been made. If they overstate the case a little, they are at leaset qualitatively accurate. The Killers are back and this time it's serious - they've got the bootlace ties to prove it.
"Hey, it says here that Springsteen's headlining Glastonbury next year," shouts Ronnie, who's flicking through the NME. He nods sagely at the page without looking up.
"Really?" asks Dave, nicknamed Crazy Dave on account of his alledgedly volatile nature.
"The Boss is headlining one night, we're playing second on the bill the next night and Kylie's headlining the Sunday," says Brandon, charging like a bull through Michael Eavis' as-yet-unannounced line-up with what subsequently proves to be a characteristic gaucheness.
But that lighter is proving elusive. This being America, none of the people hurrying to-and-fro prepping the world for the release of Sam's Town smokes. Manager Robert Reynolds - Bobby Rey to the band - barks into his mobile, booking his band onto eye-wateringly demanding tours. "We're going to make a lot of money," he cackles to himself before switching calls to make a series of stern pronouncements on legal matters. Dave, Mark and Ronnie disappear for a jam session. Artwork is approved, B-sides are decided on and schedules are hammered out.
"I can't find it," Brandon says, finally. But he's not going to be denied the opportunity to underline The Killers reinvention with a puff of smoke. "Let's go to the gas station. I'll have to buy one. It's too busy to talk here anyway."
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Brandon's black (of course) Volkswagen Touraeg four-wheel drive is barrelling down West Flamingo Road into town. "I was a bell boy there," he says, pointing out of the driver's window at the stucco facade of the Gold Coast casino. "I was working there when we were signed."
Coming from Las Vegas, it is perhaps inevitable that casinos play a big part in The Killers' story; not only is Sam's Town named after one, it was recorded in one, too.
The band began writing songs while on the road with Hot Fuss, turning up early for soundchecks to run through new ideas. On a trip home to Vegas, George Maloof, a hotelier known for cultivating famous friends, invited them to record the album in the new studio he'd built at The Palms, his flagship hotel-cum-gambling den. When the tour finished in October 2005, they returned to Vegas and spent five month finessing the songs they'd sketched out on the road. Then, in February, they decampled to the third floor studio at The Palms and recorded Sam's Town over 11 weeks.
Producer Flood (U2, Depeche Mode) encouraged them to experiment. They overdubbed, fiddled with synthesizers and played with new equipment. It took them five weeks to get the backing vocals right. The band sang the harmonies, then double-tracked them four times. The end result recalls Queen wondering, "Is this is the real life? Is this just fantasy?" When Ronnie, a trained classical percussionist, brought some kettledrums down, eyebrows were raised; but the fabulously bombastic coda on Why Do I Keep Counting? vindicates his indulgence.
"That's kind of the Ben Hur of the album," he says. He's not wrong. Sam's Town is a record on an epic scale. "Yeah, it has drama," he continues. "But, at the same time, I think it's a little more exposed than Hot Fuss. It's a little more naked. Last time it was about a lot of fictional things." By "fictional", Ronnie means that Hot Fuss wore its predominantly British influences for all to see. Brandon's taste in music is rabidly Anglophile - he constantly references The Smiths, The Cure and Joy Division - and it showed. By contrast, Sam's Town is an unequivocally American record. The lyrical imagery is pure American dream - cars, girls, wide-open spaces and escaping to a better life. "We're burning down the highway skyline/On the back of a hurricane that started turning/When you were young," sings Brandon on When You Were Young. That's the basis of the Springsteen comparisons then, though the lack of pathos more closely recalls another blue-collar rocker from New Jersey - Jon Bon Jovi.
The phrase "this town" recurs throughout the album, and it's always receding into the distance as The Killers escape to a new life. "This town was made for passing through/I never did get along with everybody else," sings Brandon on This River Is Wild. On Read My Mind he "never really gave up on breaking out of this two-star town", while on the title track he offers something of an explanation: "Nobody ever had a dream round here."
"With the first record, there was this feeling that there was this world out there that we didn't know," says Mark later in the day. Before The Killers, he studied philosophy: now he's their quiet one. "We wanted to get out and away from this and be somewhere else. We hadn't had a lot of experience - hadn't travelled much - then we were gone for three years. We didn't sit down and say that we wanted to make a record about how we're glad to be home, but that's what happened naturally."
It's not an angsty record. The Killers have already escaped with Hot Fuss, and, having done so, they view the experience fondly now they're back. There's a mistiness to Brandon's eyes as he explains how the album got it's name.
"Sam's Town is a casino on the edge of Vegas," he says. "I grew up in Henderson, which is out on the way to the Hoover Dam. My mom and dad lived in a trailer park, and my dad used to hitchhike up and down Boulder Highway, which is the only way you could get to Vegas. Sam's Town was the first thing you saw on your way in to town. So, when you're driving down Boulder Highway from Henderson, I always thought you finally knew you were getting somewhere when you saw Sam's Town. It was kind of like a beacon."
"It's not a completely American album," contines Brandon. "We still have our English influence, but we're also from the Wild West. Somehow we've managed to unify all that on this album. it's just such a perfect resemblence of what we are."
At the petrol station, Brandon rummages through the glove box looking for change to buy a lighter. "This is a great album," he says, pointing at Highway Companion, the latest from iconic American rocker Tom Petty. "I've always been a big fan of his. He's such a great American artist."
Yes, Brandon: we get the point.
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When Brandon finally lights his cigarette, he smokes it awkwardly, like a child mimicking something he's seen the grown-ups doing. However, when he cheerfully admits that, "I feel the same mentally as I did when I was 12," it's not a knowing nod to the fact that he sometimes behaves like a loveably precocious child, but a reference to an unusually comprehensive grounding in pop music at an early age.
When Brandon sings about "this town", he doesn't mean Las Vegas. He means Nephi, Utah or Henderson, Nevada, where he spent his childhood. His parents are Mormon and he is the youngest of six children. "I was a surprise," he says. "I've got a 42-year-old sister." If he was issues about his "surprise" status, he chooses to gloss over them. "It turned out perfect because my brother was a teenager when I was a kid," he says. "He would bring home things like Rattle And Hum by U2 and I would watch it. I remember he bought Live In Dallas by Morrissey. It was always him watching these things, or his door was shut and you'd hear The Head On The Door by The Cure blasting through the house and rattling the walls."
The Killers were formed when Brandon answered an advert Dave had placed in a local paper in late 2002. Dave cited Oasis as a big influence; Brandon had seen them play recently and responded; and, as Dave has said in previous interviews: "He was the only person to reply to my ad who wasn't a complete freak." However, the band was born in Brandon's brothers bedroom.
"His room was like a shrine," enthuses Brandon. "It was a holy place. I wish I could show you a picture of it. It was covered in posters. There'd be a big picture of Elvis wearing a bow tie that just said 'The Smiths' [the artwork for The Smiths 1987 single Shoplifters Of The World Unite]. You had The Cure wearing face paint [the artwork to The Cure's 1985 single In Between Days] - all that kind of stuff. I remember Morrissey being on the cover of the NME, with the halo [from 1985] - stuff like that. You just wanted to know about these people 'cause they were so cool. My brother seemed like such a cool person. But he was a teenager, so he wasn't going to be that nice to me, a kid."
Brandon was fascinated by his brother's collection of music, magazines and posters, but he was denied access to them - officially, at least. "I would sneak in," he says. "I knew he'd be angry if he found out, but I would go in as soon as he left the house." For a long time Brandon was too scared to actually play anything. "That didn't come 'til later. I just used to go in there because I liked it. Then I got to the point where I'd actually take a tape out and put it in. It took more guts to do that."
It was a life-changing moment. "I was ten and the first song I played was Sing Your Life by Morrissey. I remember dancing about to it."
The lyrics to Sing Your Life include the lines, "Sing your life/Just walk right up to the microphone/And name all the things that you love/All the things that you loathe." It's intriguing to wonder what Morrissey makes of the neophyte he inspired with these lines.
Eventually, Brandon inherited his brother's tape collection. "It was around the same time CDs started coming out in a big way. He started buying CDs and gave me his tapes. And that was it: it took off from there. I got a hundred of the best albums - all the New Order, all the Morrissey, all The Smiths, The Beatles. I started buying posters. I went to see The Cure in concert. It was just kind of a continuation of my brother. And it was nice because, though my parents were strict, they were already used to it from him. There was no, 'My dad doesn't understand me,' or any of that kind of stuff. My mum likes The Smiths."
Brandon was 13 and his favourite band was late-'70s/early-'80s American new wavers The Cars, and particularly their jaw-droppingly catchy 1979 single Just What I Needed.
"I wouldn't exist without that song," he says. "That was the one. I remember driving around with my mum when I was 13, and we're living in Nephi - a really small town - and I felt so cool when I put that song on. Like: 'I have something that none of these kids I'm going to middle school with tomorrow have.' That excitement is what music's about, isn't it? That's why I understand the mentality of people that don't like us because we've sold so many records. I used to like it when no one else knew about a band. So I get that - I do."
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Brandon's first band was called Blush Response. It was never going to work out. Not because he refused to move to Los Angeles with them, but because he is utterly - comically - shameless. He's given to making outrageously boastful statements like: "It's not like the '60s, '70s and '80s now. There are only a few bands around that are really good, that just do it. I mean, there's what, five or six of us?"
For the record, in Brandon's estimation, those bands are Franz Ferdinand, Razorlight, The Strokes, The White Stripes, Yeah Yeah Yeahs and, of course, The Killers.
"I don't want people to think I'm lumping myself with other people just to make us sound cool," he says. Really? It sort of sounds like you are. But he just steamrolls through it. "Yeah, but you know what I mean," he says, grinning at his own cheekiness. He's so disgracefully forward you can't help but laugh along with him - Oh you are awful, Brandon! But joking aside, The Killers are the most commercially successful of all the bands he mentions.
Later, back at the rehearsal space, the band run through Sam's Town at deafening volume in preparation for the forthcoming tour - first the US, then the world. The infectious, almost contagious, chorus of When You Were Young sounds fabulous, as do the U2-like guitars and Twin Peaks synths of Read My Mind. Meanwhile, Smile Like You Mean It and Somebody Told Me benefit from the newfound harder edge.
They somewhat heavy-handedly underline the new direction by playing Paranoid by Black Sabbath and Get It On by T Rex. That's the thing: The Killers are not a subtle band. Their songs are like a wet kiss from a girl who's a bit too drunk. They are big and brash, and not everyone loves them for it. Mr Brightside and Somebody Told Me might go down as well at hip nightclubs as they do on the festival circuit, but the DJs play them with the same guilty look they wear when playing a pop record.
"I hate that," says Brandon. "Like writing a song you can hum somehow cheapens it? It makes me think of this quote by Morrissey. Everybody knows how he read Oscar Wilde, Keats and Yates when he was growing up and that he wanted to be a writer. He was talking to this journalist who asked why he hadn't become a writer, and Morrissey said: 'What I do is more powerful than what you do because I can write down these words and you get it to a melody. How can you beat that?' I'm of the same opinion. I don't understand why a good melody that's memorable is a bad thing."
Being dismissed as pop particular aggrieves Ronnie. "When we first came out we got compared to Duran Duran all the time. Jesus Christ! We got a keyboard player now all of a sudden he's Nick Rhodes! Come on!"
"The people who criticise us for being too poppy don't get it," agrees Mark. "I think that's the problem with a lot of rock music. People are afraid to write a song any more. Either that or they can't. And that attitude hurts music in general. The best bands ever have all written great songs. You can still do it and do it intelligently and it can be original. This isn't a studio creation with a producer writing these songs for us. We're not Avril Lavigne, or something like that. We're a real band writing real songs, just like a punk band would do, except that we write pop songs."
You get the impression that The Killers knack for showboating pop hooks that border on vulgar is inextricably tied up with the brazen side of Brandon's personality. But while his ebullient charisma, not to mention the songs themselves, mitigates his outrageousness, there is a less attractive side to his ego. He has a combative streak. He can't resist taking pot shots at emo bands, notably Fall Out Boy, whith whom The Killers share an A&R man.
Has he heard how many emo kids it takes to change a light bulb? "No." None. They just sit in the dark and cry. It's a full 30 seconds before he stops laughing. When he does he admits: "Yeah, we've had problems with other bands. You know, when you walk in the room it's like..." He whistles the theme to The Good, The Bad And The Ugly. "We're like gangs."
And while the other members of the band are diplomatic on the subject of Brandon, you don't have to read too deeply between the lines to conclude that there have been internal issues, too.
"Some people will think Brandon's the big genius," says Dave, visibly bridling. "There are songs, such as Why Do I Keep Counting?, where he's written every note. But there are others, like When You Were Young, that were more of a collaboration - like Mr Brightside, where I had some of the music and Brandon came up with the lyrics. We always have arguments about who wrote what. The truth is that we all help in that process."
When asked how success affected them, Ronnie says: "There were certain things that needed adjusting. When you're on tour for two years, people can get a little needy. It doesn't help that you're surrounded by yes men and everybody's working for you. At times we've had to say, 'Who do you think you are?' to people. No one wears the trousers, but some people would like to. I think if it wasn't for the people in the band kicking each other in the ass... Let's just say there was some ass-kickin'."
It doesn't take a genius to work out whose ass needed kicking most often.
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It's the following day and The Killers are back at their rehearsal space. The topic of discussion is what to wear in the video for Bones, the second single. It's a big deal: the director is Tim Burton. "I feel like Frank Sinatra when I sing it," announces Brandon. "With maybe a little bit of Morrissey and a little bit of Elvis, too."
Of course he does. But if securing the services of Tim Burton tells you one thing, it's that The Killers are about to get even bigger, perhaps even make the leap to the same level as Coldplay et al. Already stars, they are about to become superstars. Brandon can hardly wait.
"Do you know that Rolling Stone didn't want to put us on the cover last time," he says indignantly. "They didn't think we were stars. We sold five million albums! What more do they want from a band?"
Whatever was required, Brandon would be happy to do most things. "I'll do stuff that some people don't want to do, 'cause I want people to hear the music," he says. However, even he has limits. "The Rolling Stone thing made the record label think: 'What can we do to make them stars?' If I go on vacation with my wife, do they have to send somebody to be there to take pictures of me? Is that how you become a star? I don't want that. I walked down the red carpet one time and I realised I don't like it. But you don't have to walk down the red carpet for people to hear your music. We do still have some of that indie blood running through our veins."
He heads off at a tangent: "When you walk around Liverpool, you think of The Beatles, or you go to Manchester and you think of The Smiths or Oasis. I want you to come to Las Vegas and think of Sam's Town. And I think we've started to capture that, which is a truer version of The Killers, 'cause that's where we're from."
He pauses.
"I used to live across the street from Sam's Town. Maybe it'll be like our Abbey Road where people go to take pictures."
Is that what he'd like?
"I wouldn't mind it," he says, desperately hoping it will come true.
He puts a cigarette between his lips, looks down at his trouser pockets and pats them in search of the lighter he bought yesterday.
"Hey, I don't suppose you've got one?"
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2024.05.15 21:53 dancergirlktl [Sell and Swap/US Only] MAC, Too Faced, Tarte, Bobbi Brown, Benefit, Smashbox, Clarins, Colourpop, Clinique, Innisfree, Burberry Her, Maison Margiela Replica

Hi all! Help me clear out my life of backups and samples I'll never use. Hopefully you'll find a new HG or something you've always wanted to try in my stash. I've priced everything to sell and do feel the prices are fair and low but of course I'm willing to bundle. The prices are based off what I actually paid for the products, not the retail price. I buy most things on sale and you'll get a discount on top of what I paid.

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2024.05.15 06:31 throwaway2024531 18 years old, and I've already lost my will to live

Throwaway for privacy reasons.
For most of my life, I have been on the social fringe. This was the beginning of my feelings of inadequacy. Almost every day I would compare myself to others, namely my sister, and I would tell myself that I was “not good enough.” However, what was I not good enough for? To begin with, I struggled to make friends. Although I blamed that on my appearance, most of the blame can be attributed to my poor self-care. I was, in essence, a teenager who only thought. Instead of interacting, I thought of interacting. Instead of doing, I thought of doing. Unfortunately, there was no evidence of this thought in my actions. My anger at the world, and more importantly at myself, led me to become senseless in my day-to-day life. But a beacon of hope shone upon my life around my 17th birthday. People wanted to become friends with me! In fact, I even got a girlfriend around this time. Just as life started to turn for the better, I destroyed all of my social relationships by leaving my girlfriend for no reason. The tide had shifted back towards normal, as life became meaningless for me over the rest of my 17th year on Earth. On top of this, my now ex-girlfriend was begging for me back, which I entertained but never actually meant. As the reality of the situation set in, I spiraled down a dark tunnel of depression and suicidal thoughts. How could I be okay with being so careless of others?

As I reach a year and a half since the breakup, I still have not come to terms with my behavior. Simply put, it is unforgivable in the eyes of anybody with a “decent” set of morals. This stagnant pond of guilt in my mind has led to emptiness today. While I can portray happiness, I have not felt at peace with myself in a very long time. It’s so easy to say, “I forgive myself," but it’s a different story once it’s time to ~truly~ forgive myself. The breaking point was Mother’s Day, when she reached out to my mom. I can’t tell my mom I don’t want her to talk to her for the real reason (being that the thought of her makes me repulsed by myself). I ought to be okay with the state of affairs, as my mom does not have to listen to my opinion on the matter. After all, I was the one who broke her heart. In what world can the perpetrator blame the victim?

Nevertheless, in love, you are a victim of your own crimes. The mental snowball effect of self-doubt and feelings of inadequacy has led to the worst year of my life so far. From the outside, this seems entirely wrong, as I got accepted into my dream school and finished the semester with honors. According to others, I am blossoming into a bright young man with the world in his palm. But, in the month of May, there has not been a day I haven’t battled with suicidal ideation, and it’s only become worse since Sunday. The only thing stopping me from doing it is some stupid concert ticket. If things are not better by then, it will probably be the end of my life.

Therefore, you might be asking yourself, “does he want a song on the world’s smallest violin”? Partially, yes. That would be pretty neat. But, in all seriousness, where should I go moving forward? My mental health is shot, my emotional health is even worse, and I’ve turned to substances to distract myself. I tend to reject anybody who tries to become friends with me. My love life is a comedy of self-inflicted errors. It might sound like I’m kicking myself while I’m down, but I can’t find a reason to be happy with myself.
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2024.05.14 06:45 Adventurous_Blood881 Three Days as a Chaperone?

When your 16-year-old son asks you to chaperone the music program trip to Disney, you do not say no. And that is how I find myself in this situation.
The itinerary, flights, hotel, etc. situation is of course out of my control – the travel agency the school uses (ETSI) has planned all that out. Important thing is we're going over Memorial Day weekend.
We'll be in Disneyland from approx. 10:30 a.m. (traffic from LAX depending) until midnight Friday, 8:00-midnight Saturday (with the option to park hop to California Adventure after 11:00) & CA first on Sunday, hopping to Disneyland at some point and not leaving until midnight again.
While the chaperones are technically allowed to go back to the hotel (Desert Palms) during the day, it's discouraged & the kids are absolutely prohibited from doing so.
The kids don't have to stay with their chaperone, we just have to make them check in 3-4 times a day, using a special app. My kid will probably want to stick close to me, but let's be real, they're all going to want to be as independent as possible. Which means I'll be mostly on my own from rope drop to park close for nearly three full days.
I haven't been to Disneyland since 1996, the summer I turned 14.
So. If you had the park to yourself for nearly three full days, and wouldn't have magic bands or genie+ because the travel agency did not get you those as part of the package, how would you arrange your days?
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2024.05.14 04:55 Triggerlocks AITAH for arguing with my wife over who’s responsible for Mother’s Day? We all are, but isn’t it for kids/children?

About a week ago my mother (75 years old) called me up and asked if I would go to The Rolling Stones concert in Vegas with her. She had bought two tickets, her and my father and she told me she wanted to attend but that my dad wasn’t feeling very well. He is on oxygen when he is at home. He has COPD, a lung disease, and cannot get around much. Since it was a chance to hang with my mom a day before Mother’s Day and see the Stones I said heck yeah!!
I had already mentioned to my wife that on Mother’s Day when I return, we should grill some steak and scallops and lounge out a bit… play it by ear. My wife mentioned that grilling probably wasn’t a great idea and that the oldest of our two kids, our daughter, would be heading to Europe about an hour after we return home from Vegas the day after the concert (Sunday the 12th).
Our youngest (18 years old son) accompanied me to Vegas to stay at the relatives while my mother and I went to the Stones concert.
The next morning, Mothers Day, I woke up at my parents house, texted my wife Happy Mothers Day before even jumping out of the covers. We had a family church obligation to attend to until about noon before traveling back home to see my daughter off to the airport to Europe.
Here is where the drama begins. With all the hubbub of the concert the night before, the relatives and grandma being around, my son doesn’t text or call my wife (his mom) HMD that morning. I didn’t get a text back immediately from my wife when I texted her at about 8 am, HMD… I figured I’d let her sleep in if that’s what she wanted to do. My son and I do our church thing, my wife finally responds to my text saying that they are packing and repacking for my daughters Europe trip and that they want the packing job to be right. When we finally get home late in the afternoon, I give her the present that I bought my wife (her favorite perfume that she is nearly out of) and my son gives her his present… (a note and a Pink Yeti mug I had actually bought my wife a week ago that I hadn’t given her yet, just in case one of the kids hadn’t gotten her a gift for Mother’s Day).
Side note… My wife is very big on gifts. She is a great gift giver and anticipates good gift receiving.
When I walked in home from traveling I could also smell that she was cooking something, and there was a salad on the table. I figured she planned something she wanted to have for dinner, since I had been with my own mother since the day before and she, my wife had been with our daughter having a fun girls time, watching movies, getting a mani/pedi, having pho… THIS WAS NOT THE CASE. I got the evil eye right away. She started talking snarky to me, saying snide remarks which in turn, much to my chagrin I returned the remarks. It’s been tit for tat for the last 24 hours. She said her Mother’s Day was ruined and that it was my fault. That I should have planned the day for her. The blame is all in my court.
Ugh… I feel like every birthday, anniversary, Mother’s Day, Valentine’s Day, Christmas… whatever day that retail America says I’m obligated to spend money to buy gifts… I’m not doing a good enough job. My wife buys our kids presents for Easter for hells sake. It’s too much. I don’t want anymore of it. Keep all the stupid gifts. It’s just the act of buying a thing and giving it. Its ridiculous.
Also… Am I supposed to be doting all over my wife on Mother’s Day with palm leaves and figs? If I am, I am. I just don’t see husbands doing all the work. I see kids…. Kids rubbing their moms back and making coupons for dishwashing and various chores. Kids taking care of moms and telling them what a great job they do raising them. In the arguments up to now, she is treating me like I am responsible for her Mother’s Day happiness and pointing at me saying she didn’t get what she wanted and that she didn’t have a good time. I can see how the husbands job is to orchestrate what the kids do for the moms but if I am wrong, I am wrong.
She is a great mom and I tell her that constantly. She knows I know that. I value her. My wife and I have a great relationship 99% of the time but this silly.
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2024.05.14 04:23 SaveOFMDCrew SaveOFMD weekly calendar

SaveOFMD weekly calendar
G'day, all! We're almost halfway through MerMay already: what is your favorite piece you've done so far? What's your favorite you've seen from another creator? Let us know in the comments! 🧜🐙💞
We have exciting things coming up in June for you all... stay tuned! 😉🏳️‍🌈
Long description: Graphic titled ‘SaveOFMD Schedule Week 20 May 2024. It features 7 rounded boxes, one for each day, on the left and two bigger rounded boxes on the right. The Save OFMD Crew logo is in the bottom right hand corner. The 7 smaller boxes on the left contain information for each day: Monday May 13: ‘# Save OFMD: # MerMay! We are in the midst of MerMay Season! We encourage creators of all kinds to check out our prompts!’ Tuesday May 14: '# Fine Fabric: Wrangle some twine! SOFMD’s Fiber Arts Brigade are looking for artists to join/donate to the auction. Share your work!' Wednesday May 15 and Thursday May 16: ‘# Our Flag Means Death. Vacation! Take a load off, crew.’ Friday May 17: ‘# Our Flag Means Death: High Ranking! Let’s keep up OFMD’s Ranker scores! We’re indestructible little fuckers!’ Saturday May 18: ‘# Our Flag Means Death. Vacation! Take a load off, crew.’ Sunday May 19: '# Our Flag Means Death Fanart: Express yourselves! Patchwork Pirate Bear has created colouring pages for the fandom. Let‘s colour in one of their wonderful creations!' Each day includes the SaveOFMD MerMay sticker. The first of the bigger boxes on the right holds the following information: 'All week: Use # Our Flag Means Death when talking about our lovely show. Stream OFMD on iPlayer and RTL+. Let’s show Max the numbers they could have had. Join the Fiber Arts Brigade! Vote up OFMD on Ranker. There are plenty of lists, and you can do it every day!’ There is an arrow to a QR Code for Ranker. Below that, the second of the bigger boxes contains information for this week's watch parties: ‘Palm Royale’ Season 1. Thursday Episodes 10-11. 1pm PT / 4 pm ET / 9pm BST. Via @LCWebsXOXO on Twitter. # Palm Royale # Our Flag Means Death # Save OFMD. Wrecked Season 3. Monday - Friday: 2 Episodes. 3:30pm PT / 6:30pm ET / 11:30 pm BST. Check out @ aspirantabby42 on Twitter or gentlebeardsbarngrill on Tumblr for details.’
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2024.05.14 03:36 britalian_rapscalion Celton Henderson video on the 1965 Palm Sunday Outbreak

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2024.05.13 05:32 AbdoulayeTarnagda I was literally productive this whole Sunday because I timeblocked every second of the day. I finished the model part of my biology assignment, I filled out all of the unit 5 calculus worksheets, I passed my Sunday School Exams, studied recursion and worked out. I also felt productive taking action.

I was literally productive this whole Sunday because I timeblocked every second of the day. I finished the model part of my biology assignment, I filled out all of the unit 5 calculus worksheets, I passed my Sunday School Exams, studied recursion and worked out. I also felt productive taking action. submitted by AbdoulayeTarnagda to AbdoulayeTarnagda [link] [comments]


2024.05.13 01:21 AdItchy2896 Pc pls

Pc pls
Hi can I get a pc for selling this 999🫶🏻
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2024.05.12 23:19 Redditor_5970 A good breakfast

A good breakfast
I made these pancakes every Sunday between July 2020 and April 2021 as a way to mark the passing of the weeks. Sometimes I changed up what got added based on what I had on hand. (Ex: no berries or add chocolate chips instead)
Mix 1 cup flour, 1 tablespoon wheat germ or flax seed, 1/4 cup instant milk powder, 2 tablespoons sugar, 2 teaspoons baking powder, 1/2 teaspoon each salt and cinnamon. Then add 1 egg, 2 tablespoons oil and about 1 cup water (or a little less). Add in some hopefully defrosted mixed berries or blueberries. Cook as pancakes making sure to burn the first set cause you have turned the heat too high in order to warm up the pan. Try not to burn the rest as you do other things in the kitchen like wash the dirty dishes you have put off far too long. Makes about 16-18 palm-sized pancakes, or a good amount for 2.
2 stacks of berry pancakes on small plate
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2024.05.12 22:51 problematic_robot I don't know what is stressing me out

T/W: panic attacks, stre$$, anx!ety, vomit, mild su!c!dal !deat!on, s/h
I'm in high school, the year's about to end and I must admit that it went by quite smoothly. Compared to my middle school years, I didn't worry that much about grades, but I still remained one of the top students of my year. The only thing that I suspect bugs me sometimes is that I miss my friends. Due to our school's rules, all the students were re-divided into classes and I ended up all alone, while my friends were together.
Now, I tried to socialize (I'm a very introverted person btw) and I actually got sort of close with a new classmate of mine. I wouldn't exactly call us friends, given that we part ways as soon as the bell for break rings, but we do interact and I'm grateful for that. Thus, I'm not completely alone in class, however, seeing my friends having fun together and asking each other questions about their schedule and stuff kind of makes me feel... left out?
Through the months, I got over that and it's not all that bad. I figured it's just three years of this shit and, besides, I hang out with my friends on breaks so it should be fine.
The thing is, I seem to be getting stressed out for no reason?
As I mentioned before, I'm not that worried about my grades. I have a different mindset compared to the previous years and I have been doing fairly well the nights before quizzes, too, that used to be a living hell for me in middle school.
My family is not pressuring me. If anything they care more about my mental health than my grades and they try their best to keep me calm at all times.
I can't think of another thing that could make me anxious, except for the upcoming finals in a few weeks but I'm not even pretending to study so I don't think this could be it.
On the last day of spring break, I had a big panic attack. It felt like shit. It was a Sunday and I woke up early since I was planning on finishing the school work I should have gotten over with during the two weeks of break. From the moment I got up, I felt nauseous but I just assumed it was the early wake-up. Throughout the whole day, I was feeling uneasy and I couldn't pinpoint why. I didn't have an appetite to eat so I only had some pasta at lunch and went back to studying. (I wasn't really studying, I had my phone next to me and opened TikTok every few minutes.)
Anyway, at around 4 pm I decided I had had enough and had a bath. It was relaxing while it lasted but the knot in my stomach never really went away. I got out of the bathroom determined to get those freaking physics exercises done in a few hours and I was in fact productive.
Somewhere around 6 pm, the nausea came back and I rushed to the bathroom. I threw up. I didn't think much of it as I blamed it on not having eaten enough. I went to the kitchen and got some crackers to calm my stomach. A few minutes later I went back to the bathroom and vomited again. I was home alone and vomiting sucked so bad I started crying. I was crying, lying on the bathroom floor scared as hell and I didn't know what to do.
After I felt I could stand up without hurling, I returned to my room and lay on my bed to relax. At that point, I had started to think I was sick but those symptoms were too similar to what my usual panic attacks are like so I knew that wasn't it.
At that point, I felt my heart palpitate faster than normal and I was hyperventilating. All the thoughts that had been rushing through my mind all day became clear as sky; I had subconsciously been thinking about throwing myself into the sea. I didn't really think of ending myself but I did feel like falling in the water facefirst and not making an effort to swim. I thought that would calm me down. I started clawing at the back of my palm with my nails as I tried to console myself.
Eventually, my parents and siblings came back home and I pretended to be asleep. Luckily, I often express my love for sleep (in fact, my dad teases me, calling me a sleepyhead all the time) so they believed it. After a while, my mom woke me up to go eat pizza. I guess she was worried since she had only seen me eat a little pasta. I got up and started rubbing my eyes. I entered the bathroom and washed my face to hopefully reduce the puffiness and make the redness in my eyes go away.
Anyway, it's been about two weeks since then and I've had another two similar attacks and a few less intense ones.
I feel stressed but I don't know what's causing it. I don't want this to go on for much longer.
For now, I just trimmed my nails to stop me from scratching myself again and tried getting as much sleep as possible to relax. When I'm experiencing a panic attack, I usually practice some breathing exercises like 4-7-8 (inhaling for 4 seconds, holding it for 7 seconds and exhaling for 8 seconds) and the 54321 rule (identifying 5 things you can see, 4 things you can touch, 3 things you can hear, 2 things you can smell and 1 thing you can taste) but these techniques don't help much when I'm throwing up or hyperventilating.
Please, if you know what could be worrying me, tell me. And if you're going through something similar, just know that you're not alone and I hope you get over it easily.
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