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Post by Jared on Nov 7, 2002 4:23:49 GMT
Is money all you ever think about, Eli? Where's all the fun gone? And Chinese New Year means new clothes. Bleargh.
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Post by Rhiannon on Nov 7, 2002 9:17:41 GMT
And no sisters. Apparently, it's a good thing, as I don't have to "compete". I blame these conditions for my turning out less-than-feminine, lol. The lilluns are okay though, and the other one is alright at times. I also have a brother (two years younger than me) and since we don't live under one roof anymore, he turned out to be quite nice..... ;D
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Nov 7, 2002 12:22:32 GMT
I have one brother who is 5 years younger than me. I sometimes call him Eomer, though I doubt his responsibility to ruke the whole of Rohan.
However, the problem is that I sometimes get told "You can't do this because you're a girl!" by him and its even worse than when I got a snowball thrown in my eye (or broken hand, either one!).
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Post by Imrel on Nov 7, 2002 22:30:57 GMT
My eldest younger bro is like that sometimes. But we're mostly all the same... My middle brother even wanted his toenails painted once.
I had really wanted the last baby to be a sister, but no way could I imagine Matt as a girl! Mum and Dad have enough on their plates with the four of us, so I've no chance of a sister now, and can't help hoping for a daughter some day. I kinda like being the only girl, though. My Great Uncle Charlie once said I was a "rose in the thorns". (I would've said a little daisy, lol.)
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Nov 8, 2002 7:22:47 GMT
"Rose in the thorns"? I certainly see why.
What I find extremely freaky is that in every Croatian family which I've met around the world (a lot!) which has a boy and a girl, the girl is always the older child. Genetics or what because it's really quite odd...
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Post by Elidor on Nov 9, 2002 8:40:07 GMT
Is money all you ever think about, Eli? Where's all the fun gone? And Chinese New Year means new clothes. Bleargh. I like new stuff...you are real weird you know.
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Post by Jared on Nov 9, 2002 8:42:20 GMT
I know I am. My wardrobe totally shocks certain people. ;D
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Nov 9, 2002 11:48:57 GMT
What's in it? Black wraith cloaks?
It's my wardrobe that's weird. The stuff inside it is pretty plain, but one day something looks good and the next day it becomes the worst thing I've got! How come?
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Post by Grubhosh on Nov 9, 2002 16:25:11 GMT
*narrows eyes* it's not full of pink dresses is it? My wardrobe is full of school shirts I normally wear really baggy trousers (they have to cover my feet or I won't wear them) & hoodies. I bought some really cool thigh-length stripy socks ;D
I have a little brother. I call him devil child because he is pure evil he steals my chcolate my CD's my N64 & my TV and when he gets a game cube for christmas will I even be allowed to see it? no! and he bites
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Post by Imrel on Nov 9, 2002 18:05:41 GMT
Don't worry Grubby, they grow out of the biting phase.
Style is a weird thing, Eo. That's why I don't bother with it. I normally only go clothes shopping twice a year.
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Post by Grubhosh on Nov 9, 2002 21:07:43 GMT
will he? He's 11 ;D
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Post by Imrel on Nov 10, 2002 3:35:22 GMT
Erm... Well, there's hope for adulthood, right?
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Post by Jared on Nov 10, 2002 4:21:26 GMT
He sounds positively adorable, Grubby. ;D As in, really. I'm not being sarcastic... My wardrobe? Gee. My school makes us wear uniforms with name tags and school badges and all, even socks and white shoes, so no one ever counts the school uniform as part of their wardrobe over here. As for usual wear... I own exactly 7 T-shirts and 5 are black. Two pairs of shorts. One pair of open-toe sandals. I don't enjoy clothes-shopping. And my parents don't like what I wear at all. ;D Imrel - style is for people who can bother with it. My sister and mother splurge on clothes. And shoes. What is the thing women have about shoes? I can survive for a year or two on one pair of sandals, but those two buy a new pair every month or so on the average. Sometimes more. They should learn how to save money. Like me.
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Nov 10, 2002 16:14:46 GMT
Alas! style does seem to be rather weird. My wardrobe is a living mess because I have these fancy school dances where there's a big competition on what who will wear and all this stupid gossip. My parents want me to "be a lady" but I'm not sure it's my path at all! So I get all this fancy stuff I wear once in my life and then it just takes up space. And don't forget all of those hair ties, schrunchies and ribbons in my drawers which I had all over myself last year. This year I quit and am now just wearing my hair down plainly brushed for a full two weeks straight already. So much easier! I don't want to cut it but just like to let it free. I also have those horrible uniforms (which are as boring as anything) and they are of the cheapest quality money can buy. I hate it! Luckily I don't have to wear any certain type of shoes (but no flipflops! I luv those things!) so I have a whole bunch. But being myself, I continuosly wear the same jeans sandals day after day. Am I boring everyone?
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Post by Jared on Nov 10, 2002 16:45:45 GMT
Ha... people claim they can recognise me from the other end of the train station platform because of my one-of-a-kind wear. And it's really one-of-a-kind. Everyone knows when I get new clothes. Oh, I more or less like my uniform. I mean, I'm used to it. I've been wearing a uniform since I was four. ;D And a school badge and a nametag and keeping my hair nice and neat and being the perfect little schoolkid. Except I've gotten booked twice, but let's not go into that. ;D You know, the prefects in my school book you for not folding up your sleeves. The weird thing about my school's uniform is that the sleeves of the shirt were made too long, so we have to fold them. Weird, eh? And the PE uniform is truly strange. I mean, it's kind of hard to hang out at the hottest shopping spot in the country (right near my school...) with your school name printed across your back in big, bold, black letters. So, as you can see, Eo, you're not the only weirdo out there with no clothes. My fancier wear also gets worn once and chucked somewhere... despairing parents always fail to make me wear them. Lucky.
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