Pointer Hi [ Topics | Messages ] Name: Scott Location: Austin, TX Country: United States Date of Birth: May 8th, 1984 (26 years old) Astrological sign: Taurus Occupation: Army Officer Status: Offline (for 94 minutes) Last host: *.ip.skylogicnet.com Joined on: February 6th, 2004

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About Pointer

I was born in the confines of Saint Mary's hospital in Madison WI. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was cloudy, but the sun seemed to find a way to navigate through the clouds and into my hospital window, as if God was welcoming me into the world.

I was the second, and last, child in my household. My brother was 3 years older than me and liked to show off to his friends by harassing and beating me in his spare time. My parents, devoted to their careers as a financial advisor and a housewife, never had time for me.

I continued to scrape by, living allowence to allowence. Never seeming to have enough money to buy that really cool power wheels jeep I always wanted.

I grew cold and separated from the rest of the world. In preschool I used to go off into the corner and play with play dough by myself. Little did they know that I was smuggling much of the play dough out of school through my digestive track.

It was an spring day when I first saw her. We were both 5 at the time and I introduced myself by running away and screaming "eww cooties" at the top of my lungs.

I used to watch her during story time. She wore this amazing pink scrunchie that drove me wild. Her eyes were that of an angel. At any moment I expected her to grow wings and fly out of that hellhole. I never expected her to be with me, she was too good for that.

It was 1st grade when I first gaver her a friendship bracelet. I put it in her desk on top of her My Little Pony coloring book. She never wore it.

It was in 2nd grade when my parents decided to move 1 mile away to the south side of town. More importantly, I would be sent to a private school. I feared I would never see her again.

These were my rebellious years. I fell behind in my studies and joined the wrong kind of social group. We used the ding dong ditch every weekend. I don't know why I did it. The horror we caused the community was immeasureable. Everyone was afraid to answer the door, thinking nothing would be there.

I continued like this until the day I was caught. It was my turn to ring the door. I had my escape route all planned out and was about to ring when all of a sudden the door opened in front of me. Little did I know, but that was the sherrif's house. My buddies bolted as soon as he saw them. He would have chased, but he had his prize in me.

I begged him to let me go, promising to never do it again, but he did the worse thing imaginable. He called my parents.

I was grouded, and oh boy it was the worst grounding anyone has ever seen. I was never the same after that. Sure I didn't ding dong ditch anymore, but I was a changed person, and not for the better.

Soon thereafter I entered junior high. A world of insecurity enveloped me as I journeyed into the unknown. Each step shakier than the last. I was confused. I wondered, "Who am I?", but the search for identity was in vain.

High school came and passed with little to tell. It seemed I was never truely happy, but never truely sad at the same time. I just was. Everything was a blur, constantly swirling around me. I was disoriented and couldn't stop long enough to sit down and gather my thoughts. Then came the question...

"What do you want to do with your life?"

Who was I kidding. I had no clue at all. If any suggestions came along, I would just shrug my shoulders and say OK. If they said go to State, I would have done it, but instead my dad mentioned the army.

The army? Was he serious? Well, I had neither the will power or the self confidence to disagree with anyone's plan for me, so I went along with it. I got into the academy and was off into my army career.

For the first time I was anxious. I had no idea what was in store for me.

It was culture shock times 1000. I couldn't believe the world I had entered. The swirling stopped as I had to become a soldier now. I had to make decisions that changed the course of more than just my life, but changed the lives of those around me as well. My eyes were opened to the world.

I finally stopped at looked at myself in the mirror and realized I had a lot of work ahead of me.

Still, even with my life turned around, there was somthing missing.

That is when we had our big weekend pass. I was to go to the city with a few guys (I really didn't care for them, but I needed something to do). I was just going along with the social scene, not really seeking out anyone to talk with but not withdrawing from conversation at the same time. That is when I saw her.

I had forgotten all about her, but then the memories came rushing back. The beautiful eyes, the wonderful smile, and now size D knockers. It was her, my one true love. Our eyes met, and everything became perfectly clear. This is what I missed. This is the piece of the puzzle that I need in my life to put it all together.

I was gravitated towards her, and she towards me. She remembered me. Than the big surprise came. She reached inside of her purse and pulled out the friendship bracelet. It turns out she knew I was her soulmate. We were destined to be together forever. She didn't wear the bracelet in front of me because she didn't want to lose it. We talked, danced, and laughed the night away. I felt like after this night my life would be perfect. Nothing could go wrong.

I couldn't have been farther from the truth.

It came out of nowhere. The 5 ton semi grabbed a hold of my love and sent her into the heavens. My life was over. I was never to look at another girl again. That one person that completed me was now gone.

Now I spend my days roaming internet forums so that I can tell my story. Meaning is gone from my life and all hope has run off with it. These words are all I have now. They keep me going. I know she would have wanted me to live, and live I shall.

Interests

Doing stuff, karaoke, the usual.

Music

Elliott Smith, Spoon, Guided By Voices, Wilco The Faint, The Hives, Ween, Operation Ivy, Nirvana, The Beatles, The Who, Built to Spill, The Cool People, Rage Against the Machine, Sublime, Heatmiser, At The Drive-in, The Shins, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Belle and Sebastian, They Might Be Giants, Death from Above 1979, The Mountain Goats, Awesome Car Funmaker, Challenger Bomb, Sweeney's Love Deficit (my one man band),

Favorite Ben Folds (Five) Songs

One Down, The Luckiest, Dog, All You Can Eat, The Ascent of Stan, Fired ... The Last Polka, Battle of Who Could Care Less, Evaporated, One Angry Dwarf..., Eddie Walker, Underground, Don't Change Your Plans, Army, Mess, Magic, Video

Best Moment

When I won 20 bucks in texas hold 'em last week.

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