shiznit!!!!

You know, i really dont see whats so wrong about being conceited, people tend to hate people who are conceited, what's so wrong about loving themselves and showing it off? maybe those people should just lay off and start fixing things in themselves so their insecurities wont get in the way, and just stop caring.

Exactly--no one should care about conceited people, since they already care so much about themselves. 😛

Hmmm... There is a difference between loving yourself, and then just being a cookiemonster to everyone who is not you.

but there is a difference in "being conceited" and "being a cookiemonster to others."

lol Phoenix. Great pathway of thought.

Conceit infers a one up/down manship to me. If you speak to someone and come away impressed, they're considered assured, and you bring away a positive feeling. If after speaking, you feel worse for the dialogue, you feel they're conceited. Maybe it's just the perspective of view.

i think people take the word "conceited" the most negative way lol so its presented as a negative trait in society. If someone says "this girl i know is SOO conceited" people would stand back and go "she must be a cookiemonster then." Bah whatever. Anyone up for halloween this year?

Halloween? Hmm... For free chocolate, one must be crazy not to.

My friend called my conceited, it was so out of the blue, and I didn't understand... Ofcourse I just made a few jokes and the whole thing blew right over...

I think anybody who has pride can seem a little conceited every now and again... It's not bad, as long as they don't get too egotistical and wind up as cookiemonsteres.

hahahaha, i think i want to dress up this year. I want to be part kitty and part housewife(not saying i want it to be my career or anything, just want to portray this type of image) need cat ears, apron, short shirt, and long stockings. *Breathes*.

lol... still... Halloween is a ways off... Plenty of time to aquire necessary items... (speaking of which, no shaving cream and eggs?)

well last year my dads car got egged EVERY SINGLE treetrunkING DAY. Because his car sucks ass(i mean literally, the car was junk but atleast it was running...well nto perfectly but yes it was still running >.>😉. But one fine day, he sold the car, and got a new one. They never layed hands on it ever again... the moral of the story? people suck.

lol... Truly, we don't need stories to realize that particular trait about people.

Every damn Halloween our house gets egged and our pumpkins get smashed by bastard teenagers. But oh well, everyone knows most teenagers are bastards anyway, that's why nobody on our block puts out pumpkins anymore. The eggs we just expect naturally now.

It's better than what happened a few years ago...I used to have a white 1979 Monte Carlo. It was parked next to the curb outside my house. Some bastard poured BLUE INK all over it. Luckily with much washing it came off.

I like the word "bastard" lately, as a side note.

damn bastards.

lol, exactly

Speaking further from the down side..

It's a shame all the kids (with parents)have to go trick or treating in broad daylight. There's something inherently wrong with that. Ditto the things kids want to be nowdays.
My first costume was a white sheet with eye holes badly cut out and postioned. Tugged along by my older brother. Walk 5 steps, fall, get up, adjust sheet, trip,etc.

I think it's the DXP version of S.O.B. for males, and whatever for females. You'll notice they talk alot about tree trunkin', this group.. and they have a butter obsession. Yes, we newbies NEED a Grammarian GuideLine.

cookiemonster = b i t c h

i love cookiemonster by the way. and i loved sesame street. My mouth would be slightly open(and sometimes it still does happen when i watch tv) and my eyes would be locked to the screen. Dumbfound in the most pleasant way. Ahh childhood memories... and MR ROGER IS DEAD!.

So very sad, the world won't be the same with out him...
My favorite seseme street character was always Oscar the Grouch... I was just fasinated by the idea somebody would want to live in a garbage can.

They teach children the oddest things.

I liked Oscar as well. I think the rest of his can lay somewhere in the 5th dimension.. with all the stuff he'd toss out, sounds and noises of other rooms from below, etc.
I'd no idea kiddies were being introduced to interdiminsional physics. I could not have spelled that right.

Close -- Interdimensional Physics.

I always liked the Snuffalupagus (and I definitely did not spell that right).

Ok.. CLose SeCond. Those alien guys that met the telephone.
Whose jaw's would jut up in surprise when the phone rang.