h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Hello... I'm just stopping by to say hi and welcome...

I tend to consider myself a social outcast, too... though I ain't a girl... but even though I consider a lot of people friends, I'm not sure how many of them would admit to being freinds with me.

If you want to see my page... feel free to click my name up there
*points up*

If you have any questions, feel free to ask me... I'm often around...

peace.

hi there the theory,

that's a nickname, because it makes people wonder if you mean any particular one, or are just being enigmatic. i think "social outcasts" are snobbish joiners and have groupies, at least by comparison to me. if i wasn't a girl, i might be one of those creepy guys that after the shocking crime-spree, all the neighbors say "well, he was kind of a loner... he didn't really say much to anyone... he sorta kept to himself..." the biggest crime-spree i could go on would involve keeping all the books i have out from every library. maybe i could leave ransom notes. "if you want to see your _foucault's pendulum_ again, you have to pretend to notice me and care that i'm alive!" whatcha think?

thanks for dropping in,

wallflowergirl

*silentlaughter*

The Theory was modified from the band, The Juliana Theory. They got there name from an experiment they took part in, called The Juliana Theory. It was an experiment to see how people react to music and what they're told...

I can see it now... I'm a loner, I go on a crime spree... hehehe... and the neighbors will be a)who was THAT kid or b)I never saw it coming, he wore sweaters, for crying out loud!!

But seriously, I think it is because I'm ugly, or something...

peace.

sweaters? how do you know people who go on crime-sprees never wear sweaters? actually they probably wear cardigans. only professorial men, gay men, and loner-guys who go on crime-sprees can get away with wearing cardigan sweaters. too nebbishy and effeminate, and in "psycho", norman wore them, so that would be empirical evidence. now you know... watch those cardigan wearing men. they're potentially gay professors!

I thought that /all/ profesors were gay... sweaters or no...

peace.

uh, well, no. my dad's a professor. he's not gay. he's not happy either. he's kinda dull-and-boring in a professorial way. my mom's a professor, too, now. she's not gay either. she thought maybe that's what's "wrong" with me, but she was wrong. i just can't relate to humans. maybe it's because both my parents are professors?

my biggest fear is that one of these days i'll have to stop being a professional student, and become a professor. if that happens, i'm joining the arm... never mind, that's wall flower girl, not war slayer girl. ok. if there's a real danger that i might have to become a professor, i'll become a nun. heck, who'd notice the change?

wfg

(i'm keeping the crime-spree option open, too... if i go for door number three, you wanna be the improbable loner with the sweaters?)

Ah... my apoligies then...

peace.