project for video class

[Geno]

that would be so fantastic.

or do what my friend did for his video class and recreate the infamous JMV eating a banana video 

[superclucky]

i'm sorry but do you know how boring that would be?

doncha want a dramatic film |:|:|::

[l a c e y]

doncha want a dramatic film |:|:|::

how would it be dramatic.
it would be him sitting there, making the same face at everything.

[Walter]

how would it be dramatic.
it would be him sitting there, making the same face at everything.

Yeah. You could like walk around him, camera pointed at his emotionless face. Every once in a while he clicks and types some stuff. Then to conclude the video he would say out loud, "Im not a weeaboo goddamn it"

[superclucky]

how would it be dramatic.
it would be him sitting there, making the same face at everything.

it will build up tension like, people will be like waiting to see what will happen until they can't take it anymore

[superclucky]

Yeah. You could like walk around him, camera pointed at his emotionless face. Every once in a while he clicks and types some stuff. Then to conclude the video he would say out loud, "Im not a weeaboo goddamn it"

you forgot the constant crying and nudity

[l a c e y]

it will build up tension like, people will be like waiting to see what will happen until they can't take it anymore

i suppose so.

[Nyerp]

Make a video about the life of Bassir.

i laughed like fucking crazy at this

for some reason

[Feynman]

i'm sorry but do you know how boring that would be?

My parents grew up in the extremely poor country of Afghanistan, and were forced to flee their homes and leave their belongings after The Soviet Union invaded Afghanistan. They left to Pakistan where millions of Afghans fleed and lived with almost nothing, worked for almost nothing, and had almost nothing. Then, my uncle, who was in America at the time, sponsored my whole family to the United States of America. They arrived in 1990 in New York City. I was born in 1993.

I was born in Queens Hospital of New York City. I grew up in an extremely poor family, as all my uncles, aunts, grandparents, and my parents lived all under the same roof in a small three-bedroom apartment in Flushing, New York. My mother was forced to live under the oppressive culture of Afghanistan as she was tormented by her in-laws—I even witnessed her being beaten by them.

My father, at this point, was studying to begin residency in the US. For years, I, along with 12 others, were being supported by one man working as a limousine driver—my uncle—whom I never saw because he was working so hard to support us during the poor conditions. My toys were all stuff you could get at local 99c chinese stores in town.

My father finally got a position in the New York Methodist Hospital Residency Program, and my nuclear family moved to a small apartment—as the pay during residency is really bad. I had no friends but some Afghan kid who lived downstairs to play with. It was in that apartment that I got a computer. A Dell Dimension Desktop 2400. A huge piece of shit, but boy did I love it. I spent countless hours learning the ways of computers, and within a short time, I mastered it all. After three years, my father finally graduated from residency, and began working as an attending physician—with much better pay, we began renting this house that I am currently in.

My father then bought a private practice from a retiring old pediatrician in Brooklyn, and that is where he works now. We now have a very good steady income, and I can enjoy the luxuries of an Apple computer, a nice HDTV in the living room, and go-gurt.

In second grade, I was bullied by some Caucasian faggot from Long Island. Every day, countless torment and ridicule, going so far as to blaming me for calling the teacher a bitch—which I got in huge trouble for, and got out by telling the teacher I would never say that. I've never had trouble making friends, but I've had trouble showing affection. I've never liked a girl. No, I'm not gay, because I do find many many women very attractive, but I've never liked any of them.

I've never gone out with friends, and I spend most of my life indoors playing video games, browsing the internet. I've also discovered that because I am so much more intelligent than most people my age, I've invested that intelligence into my ego.

I've always come across as an asshole—something about me that I cannot control. It is for that that I have repelled many girls that have liked me, as I see it for their own good—because I'm just going to "break their heart."

I will probably be lonely forever.

[Zach]

Bassir, you might want to consider psychological counseling.

[Nyerp]

yawn

[Feynman]

yawn

yeah well that's your life story

[superclucky]

Aww, so your repellent personality conflicts with your desires causing you to be depressed. <3

Let's hope that you don't get crazy like JMV and unsuccessfully tried to damageyour endocrine system <3

[Feynman]

Let's hope that you don't get crazy like JMV and unsuccessfully tried to damageyour endocrine system <3

I promise. I won't.

[superclucky]

I promise. I won't.

That's what they all say until they become trapped and spiral down. n___n