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It's my BIRFDAY!

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 12:01:50 GMT

I woke up this morning feeling terribly old and responsible, or at least I felt like I felt old and responsible (but not many people care about my feelings, so this is all irrelevant, haha).

So.

I'm 18!

Yup. Man, I can't believe I made it. I thought for sure my dad was gonna work me to death with chores before now.

You know what? "It's my birthday!" posts have always been awkward for me, because it's like asking for something, like you need to show off that it's your birthday so people will say "omgomgomg happy birthday!" I mean, really. I've always been uncomfortable with gifts, which either means I'm simple and easy to please and humble or something, or I just never learned to be gracious.

Anyhow. If anyone feels like giving me a birthday present, you can add me on Facebook and that'd be an awesome present, so I can keep up with you if you ever leave Xanga. Yeah, you. Just search my email (r34nutt@yahoo.com) and I should be the only result (hopefully, anyway).

Alright you guys, I just wanna say one more thing: you're all awesome. I think you're all crazy, or at least the few of you who have been reading my posts the whole time I've been on here.

Okay, I'm gonna go now. Everyone have a great day!

I'm going to find some cake.

How To Lose A Guy In (Less Than) Ten Days

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 12:37:45 GMT

Pretty much every attractive girl I know has had that one guy she'd never date end up wanting to date her (note: I'm not necessarily talking about me here).

Not to say girls are stupid, but really, it isn't that hard to get a guy to leave you alone (most of the time). And seeing as how I've actually had requests for a post like this at least three or four times (which is awesome - I love it when people want something specific), I thought I'd go ahead and get it out. Without further delay...

How To Lose A Guy In (Less Than) Ten Days

Note: I've never seen the movie, just so you know in case I end up copying anything without knowing it.

# 10: Don't be nice to him just because you like the attention.

I'll be honest here: most (meaning almost all) guys are stupid when it comes to women. If you smile at him, sometimes he'll go, "holy crap she likes me!" So, keep yourself in check when you're around a guy who likes you that you're not interested in. And obviously, you shouldn't tell him a lot about yourself if you don't want him to like you.

# 9: Talk about "Twilight" all the time.

Fact: 99% of straight men hate Twilight. Trust me.

# 8: Buy a freakin' taser.

YEAH.

Tasers are freakin' awesome. If he won't leave you alone and he tries to get physical, tase him good (only in self defense; otherwise, just tell him you own a Taser. You don't want to go to court with the excuse, "but he likes me!").

# 7: Be the opposite of his type.

If he likes the city-barbie type, then even if that's where your roots are, try to be a little different around him.

Although, if he doesn't have a type, then you're just screwed.

# 6: Make sure your friends know you don't like him.

It's hard to get away from someone when you and your friends are pulling in opposite directions. Most of the time, your friends and family know you well enough to know when someone is a good match for you, but if you're not feeling it, make sure to point out said mismatch.

# 5: Don't let him know you have a cellphone.

If a guy notices you using a cell phone and he likes you, chances are he'll ask for your number. DON'T GIVE HIM YOUR NUMBER BECAUSE YOU FEEL SORRY FOR HIM. I mean, c'mon.

Also, sometimes a guy may ask to borrow your phone, in which case, if you can do it without being rude, if he doesn't know you have a phone, either tell him you don't have one, you're out of minutes, or just give him change for a payphone. He could be one of those weird guys who puts his # in your contacts or drafts folder so you'll be sure to see it and call, because you probably won't remember how it got there and you'll call it.

# 4: Avoid a situation where you'd be alone with him.

If you're alone with him, he's going to want to talk to you, and that'll make things awkward for you if you don't like him if he wasn't already one of your friends. Make yourself look busy doing something.

# 3: Be sure not to "accidentally" flirt with him.

Guys can take a lot of things the wrong way, including body language. This is especially true if he doesn't have much experience with girls (or he's just hardheaded).

# 2: Have an EBF (Emergency BoyFriend).

If you're single and a guy likes you, having one of your male friends (who doesn't like you) pretend to be your boyfriend around the guy you don't like is always a nice option. Yes, EBFs are such old news, but it works.

If you actually have a boyfriend, then obviously you don't need an EBF, because your boyfriend will probably beat the guy to a pulp for getting on your nerves.

# 1: Be assertive and specific.

If you decide to just come out and tell a guy you don't like him, be serious. Make it known that you don't ever want to date him. Don't say, "I just don't like you like that" or "I don't want a boyfriend right now or "you're a great guy, but..." because he'll keep trying if you let him.

Some guys are easy to discourage when it comes to women, they just need a few reasons to move on. Don't be a downright a-hole because it could come back to bite you someday, like if you like one of his good friends and the guy you didn't like told the other guy everything you did to him, so there goes your chance with the other guy. Yeah.

If someone is downright stalker-ish with you, get a restraining order, seriously.

Have you ever had a problem with someone who was determined to date you?

You guys still there?

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 22:55:35 GMT

Yo.

I thought I'd post an entry just checking to see if I actually still have readers, because I know I've lost a lot in the past couple months (not to mention, I've dropped to an average of about 4,000 footprints a week, which is bad), likely due to posting once-ish a month, which is my fault, obviously. I haven't had motivation or reason to post, really. I would update you all on my life, but it's rather boring.

Anyway, I found this rather amusing.

"Thank God they found balloon boy, I was afraid that Michael Jackson was ordering takeout from heaven."

Sooo, I was wondering, if you're still reading, just leave me a comment saying anything you like (just not anything dirty), and I'm going to try to start posting weekly again instead of monthly.

The Best Short Phone Conversation Ever

Tue, 15 Sep 2009 20:44:31 GMT

In the morning, I always try to beat my siblings and parents to the computer, and I like to do my weights/pushups workouts early, which means getting up around 7:30. So I usually use the computer for a few minutes, until I'm completely awake, do part of my workout, and go back to the computer until I'm rested enough to do a different workout.

So, last week, I get to the computer on Saturday at around 7:30 or something, and it's alllll miiiiine, now. Yeah.

Anyho, I'm using the computer, I had just checked my Facebook, Myspace , and finally, Xanga. I was thinking, dude, I should totally write something, I've been out of the game for almost 2 1/2 months, I probably can't even write anymore.

Then, the phone rang. (We have two phone lines, one for public, and the other for fax/internet, in case our high-speed internet goes down, and we occasionally use line #2 to call line #1, so we can talk to whoever's in the garage from the house on the two lines. Line #2 is the one that rang, so I figured Mom or Dad was trying to call me from down the hill, at the house). Still with me? Didn't think so.

I checked the caller ID, and the number/name both read "private". Sometimes it does that when it's called from a line that's not actually private, but I left it. As soon as I sat back down, it rang again. I left it. It stopped ringing. About 30 seconds passed, then it rang again. So, I answered it, thinking it could be urgent, from someone I knew. "Hello?"

"Ello" a man said, with a Chinese accent. He told me he was calling for Michael Jones, and then he told me where I live, right down to the street (it was tree-tree-tree something-street), and what my phone number is. Then, he told me I'd just won $3 million dollas and a new Range Rover. (We get six or seven call like this for Michael Jones a month).

Me: "Um, sir, this isn't Michael Jones, this isn't his phone number anymore, and I don't know where he lives. This used to be his line, true, but he retired it, so we picked it up as a second line for faxes and internet. Michael Jones does not live here."

Chinese man: "He doesn't?"

Me: "No."

Chinese man: "Oh." *brief pause* "Well, do you want the money?"

Me: "No, thank you."

Chinese man: "Why not?"

Me: "Well, Mike Jones might want it, and I don't want to take what belongs to someone else." Plus, it's probably a gimmick, and there's always the possibility I was being charged big-time for this call, but this isn't the first time we've had calls like this.

Chinese man: "Well, sir, you should take it."

He then gave me a few reasons I should have it, and said I should be grateful for such gifts and just accept them, and be a wealthy person with a nice car (or something like that). After I politely refused once more, he asked me again, "why won't you receive this gift? There are many people here who would love to have this, and they would just take it and be thankful. Why won't you?"

Me: "If so many people in your area want it that much, why don't you give it to one of them?"

Chinese man: "Because we are in Richmond and we can deliver the package to you today."

Me: "I really just don't want it. I don't need it as much as some people do."

Chinese man: "That's bad, sir. Very bad."

Me: "Why?"

Chinese man: "You are turning away your luck. You should not do that, you are going to have bad luck now."

Me: "I don't know about that, my luck has been pretty good lately..."

Chinese man: "Okay, sir. Have a good day." With that, he hung up the phone.

Huh.

Anyway. I think it's about time I uploaded a picture of the progress I've made so far in my workouts.

I'm getting there (my arms don't actually look that big in person, it's more the angle and lighting here). But they're big enough that people have started saying, "dude, do you work out?" I should be where I want to be by this time next year, and I'll try to upload a new picture once a month or so. I can curl 50lbs with one hand and benchpress 155 without breaking a sweat (I'm going for 200 by the end of the year).

(This one looks a little more accurate). Right now I'm focusing on my chest, shoulders, traps, and biceps more than anything else. Anyway, I'm sure everyone finds this boring.

Wanna see my car?

Okay, technically it's not mine yet, but I'm probably going to be driving it until I get one. This photo was taken near my house, just up the road a little ways. I love living here.

I was going to add the pictures where I'm smiling, but my smile is just retarded, so...yeah.

It's got a five-speed! I love driving a straight gear. Plus it gets like 30 miles per gallon, how do you like dem apples?

Also, a big thanks to everyone who commented/recommended my last post, I totally wasn't expecting to get featured. And to clarify, I'm not a follower of those trends just because I'm not, and I never said I hate those things, and I don't think I'm better than anyone else by writing that. It's not because they're popular, or because seemingly the majority of people like them, you like what you like. If you like Twilight, good for you! But don't tell me I'm stupid just because I don't enjoy that type of thing. I have preferences, mkaaaaaay? Awright.

What's the best phone conversation you've ever had?

Ten Trends I Refuse To Follow

Fri, 04 Sep 2009 16:44:29 GMT

Everyone has that one little thing that the crowd does that they don't want to do. Okay, maybe not everyone, because then there wouldn't be a crowd, really.

Almost everybody has their little guilty pleasure that a lot of people side with, but not me. I refuse to be a part of the dork side. Without further delay, here are the top ten trends that everyone else seems to follow...that I won't.

10. World of Warcraft

There are actually a number of reasons I don't play WoW, one being that I might get so addicted, I'd forget I have bowel functions and just have to start buying adult diapers. Seriously, NOTHING IS THAT IMPORTANT.

9. Fantasy chain emails/Myspace bulletins

I call them "fantasy emails/bulletins" because they always read, "pass dis on and ur crush will call u up an make owt wit chew 2niiiiiiight!" That's not exactly fantasy for me, since I've already kissed my crush (more than once, oh yeah), but maybe those emails are meant for those addicted to World of Warcraft. Hmm.

8. Harry Potter

Okay, most of you aren't going to side with me on this one, but I'm not a Potterhead. I haven't read the books, haven't watched the movies, and don't care to. It's just not my thing. (Maybe I haven't watched/read it yet because I'm scared I might like it and become a nerd). Care to change my mind?

7. FML

So, from what I've heard, FML is abbreviation for "F*** My Lobster*, which sounds quite disturbi--

ha, oh wait. It means "Fudge My Life". I'm really not much of a chocolate person, though.

6. High School Musical

Okay, now this is just stupid. Seriously, I'm homeschooled, and I can tell you that high school, no matter where you learn, isn't full of people dancing and flipping through the halls and singing to each other until they fall in love, and then something bad happens and they hate each other, but only until they realize they were totally made for each other, because he's a good singer and she's hot, so they live happily ever after until the sequel. I watched the first one for about ten minutes one time, and I was laughing so hard, everyone in the room thought I was having a seizure. True story.

5. The Jonas Brothers

If the music they played made sense, I might like it. If they played actual rock music (since they claim to be a rock band), I might give them a listen. If they didn't wear skinny jeans and look like girls, I'd probably be singing along.

I don't want to have to buy a decrypter to listen to music. Therefore, I don't listen to the Jonas Brothers.

4. Miley Cyrus

Do I really need to elaborate?

3. Skinny jeans

Skinny jeans + men = fail. Your mancard must be destroyed now. You just broke like the #1 man law.

2. Twitter

I actually have multiple reasons for not joining Twitter, one being that I can't possibly sum up pieces of my life in 140 characters, unless I need to say something like, "I ran out of toilet paper! LOL!" Two, I don't want to hear about the lives of others, either. I'm a rather quiet, keep-to-myself type person.

And finally, three, I'm not going to "follow" someone on Twitter, or likewise, have such done with me. It'd make me feel too important, and "following" someone on Twitter would make me feel like I'm referring to a religious figure. Or something.

1. Twilight

Here's the number one reason men don't like Twilight: Robert Pattinson is in it, and he's basically portrayed as like the perfect boyfriend like omg lol. Guys hate stuff like that, the same way girls hate Jessica Simpson, Megan Fox, and Paris Hilton. Okay, I do know guys who like it, but they're all gay. "Nick, you should totally watch Twilight." "Dude...are you gay?" "Yeah."

But me, no. I'm different. I just don't like it because it's stupid and corny, somehow both at once. He sparkles? Wow, cool.

There you have it. Maybe not the worst trends of all time, but they're definitely up there on the list.

What about you? What trend(s) do you refuse to follow?

I Need To Get Out More

Thu, 25 Jun 2009 21:32:54 GMT

Ever since I joined, I've always thought Xanga was quite Lovelyish. There are lots of fun Blogsters here, but then again, there's the occasional Twitter, too.

I've finally reached a point where I just enjoy being a Blogger, which could be bad, since making this Mancouch my Blogspot has really been a Healthkicker, and to make it worse, Ireallylikefood.

Every now and then, I spend too much time on the internet, and I just want to get out, so I basically just go Tripcrazed. Granted, I wouldn't say Xanga is the best site for Datingish, since there are lots of Momaroos and/of Autisables, but they're all Hoodstars.

I try get along with everyone, so my mug shot won't end up in a Facebook, and because of that, Xanga is still Myspace. Not to mention, by using Xanga a lot, I can buy premium with credits and not have to spend a Dollarish, but I have to keep Busythumbs, and that's why Xanga still has a Flickr to it.

Just remember, my friends, when your life isn't much of a Livejournal, and you feel like you've reached the HardestLevel, and every step you take is a Tumblr, and you're writing nothing but Failblogs, don't ever forget to Revelife.

I got a car! :D

Wed, 17 Jun 2009 19:14:09 GMT

Here it is:

Okay, so actually, I didn't, really. It's actually a golf car, but not mine. And it doesn't have those wicked cool wheels anymore. I have to share it, darn it.

What, you guys thought I forgot how to write or something? Like, someone sent me a message the other day asking if he could take over my Xanga since all I do is blog in comment boxes on Ish sites now, and he wanted to make it the most subscribed survey site on Xanga. He was going to change the username to "DareToDoMyDifferentSurveys".

Pffft. Yeah, right. I would have said yes if the username would have had "koalas" in there somewhere.

I'm just bored, with the internet in general. I'm in one of those phases where I don't really know why I even blog. What does it do for me? I started writing "good blogs" just to make people laugh, because I love entertaining others. It makes me happy. But now I'm thinking along the lines of, why? I could have had 150,000 subscribers (or more) on Youtube by now instead of 1,500+ on Xanga. Not to say I don't appreciate you all reading, because you've all helped me through a lot, and Xanga has always been my outlet. Everyone says Xanga is dead, and to me, that's like saying that about your grandma after everyone just found out she has Cancer.

"Well, Gramma has Cancer. She's dead."

She's not dead yet. She's experiencing a disease that a lot of people die from. You could keep saying she's dead, and that'll eventually make her and others believe it, so she'll just die because nobody cares. But as long as she's alive, even if she's dying, she's not dead. She might be "as good as dead", but she's not dead. "Dead" indicates no blood pumping through her veins or breath in her lungs. Some people live through Cancer, with the proper treatment and some major life changes. The same goes for Xanga. People are still here and blogging, although not as heartily as they used to. It's not dead. I've reached a point where I don't know if I'll stick with it until it goes down, or if I'll leave before everyone else does and try to drive my traffic to another source. Either way, I'm not sick of Xanga. I might have burned myself out a few times, I might have writer's block, but I'm not sick of the place. Granted, I might get sick of the people who complain endlessly, but I still like it here. I still like you. Yes, you. You're cool.

So last Friday, we had "Youth Group" (the adults actually call it "youth meeting", but all the teens call it youth group since it's a group of youths and we're a group and yeah). Anyhow, we just go play some sports, and have some fun times away from home on a Friday night (I guess that's our parents' way of keeping us from going out with the wrong people and doing the wrong things on Friday nights, like blowing up mailboxes with M80's).

Anyway, at youth group, there was this one girl who showed me some of her gymnastics/cheerleading routine. She did this thing called a "Fish Roll" (which is something like you start off in a sitting position with your legs straight in front of you, except it looked more like a split, and then do a backwards roll with your legs staying in that position. It was pretty awesome) and then tried to talk me into doing it. I was like, "uh, I don't think I'm that flexible, I can just hear something snapping or stretching now while watching you do it." So she tried to help me stretch and get ready to give it a shot, but I still chickened out. But, now I won't make fun of straight guys who decide to be cheerleaders.

Okay, I won't make fun of them as much. I'd rather be a booleader.

Now, this is the part for the people who have short attention spans! Yaaaaay!

Since I kinda have writer's block, what do YOU want me to write about? (Note: first person to say, "oh, whatever you want to" dies).

PS: Is it just me, or are all the questions on Datingish/Mancouch retarded? "Dear Dr. Datingish: I like somebody. Now what do I do?"

They wonder why they don't get as many comments as they used to, but it's because the posts are so stupid. The comment count is so low, Mancouch replied to my comment the other day just so they would have more than one comment on that post. I mean, what the heck. I want a Hatingish for people who don't like the Ish sites.

Update on Travis

Thu, 28 May 2009 20:19:51 GMT

Yesterday, I finally got to go see my brother in the hospital, which was great, because they said he'd been asking when I was coming. I got there and there were half a dozen girls and few guys crowded in his little room and still more trying get in. Everyone was laughing and joking around about crazy things he'd done. We stayed and talked for a little while, but he had to rest because the drugs were making him drowsy, and he'd nod off to sleep in the middle of conversation, not to mention he was a little mad because he hadn't had a cigarette since an hour or so before his accident. For those of you who didn't see what the car looked like:

He just got out of surgery a few minutes ago. The first thing he said when he woke up after the operation was, "how'd the liposuction go?"

Anyway, thankfully, it was successful, and if he shows signs of quick recovery, he'll come home tomorrow. Which is awesome.

A big thanks to everyone who kept him in your prayers and thoughts, I couldn't ask for cooler Xanga friends.

This is REALLY important, please help

Wed, 27 May 2009 00:14:07 GMT

So I know most of you guys probably don't actually really care about my wellbeing or my safety and stuff like that, which is cool with me, because you're just here to read my blogs and laugh, right?

Just kidding. I know you all love me.

This morning, at about 5:30, Mom woke me up to tell me my 26-year-old brother, Travis (who is the oldest of us ten kids), had been in an accident a few minutes ago and that they were leaving to go with him to the hospital. He was only about 20 minutes away from home. I knew she wouldn't have roused me at 5:30AM if he'd just messed up his car and walked away unharmed. So she told me all they knew so far was that he hurt his ankle and it was a head-on collision with another car, and then she left (by the way, I haven't heard my mom run through/out of the house in years. She could have outrun me this morning, and I've only been beaten in a footrace once).

My brother means a lot to me.

At the moment, he's in the ER, and we're still not sure if he's going into surgery tonight. All I know is his leg, ankle, and pinky finger are broken, and he's bruised and cut all over. To directly quote Dad, "he shouldn't have lived through a wreck like this", but he did. I haven't seen the car, but I was told it's demolished. Which is worse than totaled, which is what you'd consider the last one he had, which got rear-ended, which he took the insurance money from to buy this one, only this time his insurance payments didn't get paid a week before this happened, since he was short on cash, so he had no car insurance.

Just imagine it with the front end pushed back a ways and that's probably what it looks like. I'm guessing the impact was pretty hard, since Dad could barely yank Travis' size 14 shoe out from under the carpet below the brake pedal. Had he not been wearing a seatbelt and had an airbag, he'd be dead right now.

Here's where you (stop looking around, you know I mean you) come in. I don't know how many of you are Christians, but those of you who are, it'd be awesome if you prayed for him and that his surgery is successful. To the rest of you, whatever you do in a situation like this, if you'd do it now (even if it's just thinking about him), that would be greatly appreciated. It'd mean a lot to him and the rest of the family.

Also, for those of you who'd like to encourage him or tell him you're praying for him/thinking about him personally, you can stop by his Myspace and send him a message. Just tell him his little brother sent you. You could also friend request him if you'd like to keep in touch.

http://www.myspace.com/turbosupralover

Thanks everyone, it means a lot to me, and Travis too.

iWin

Tue, 26 May 2009 22:02:53 GMT

9,178

That's about the number of junk I've been tagged in on Xanga and Facebook. Survey this, survey that. TAAAAAG!!! You returds. (Notice it's over nine thousand).

So, I'm going to kill all those survey birds with one stone(rrrrrr). I'll fill out your wonderful little survey thingy, and then I'm done. If it happens again, I'm going to have to shun you. No, really. And, I'll have you dragged around the desert by a schizophrenic miniature camel. And you'd better not tell him to stop, because another little voice would just make the poor camel's life even worse. Uh-huh. See if you tag me anymore, foo. Not it!

Survey!!11!

0. Do you hate surveys

Yes, with a passion.

1. Lol then why are you doin it then

idk lmao.

2. Does it make you mad that there arent question marks at the end of the questions?

lmao yeah lolol. ol.

3. Lol, who is the last person you kissed lol

mi gf lol.

4. Have you ever ridden a miniature horse

Uh, yeah, duh. Like, who hasn't.

5. Have you ever decorated someones car after a wedding

Lol naw.

Well, maybe. idk.

Now I hath completed your survey. Don't ever tag me ever again ever.

The lovely blanket_attack (she's awesome, go subscribe to her) tagged me to share five random habits I have. And so did a few other people.

1. I bite my nails.

2. I think about what I'm going to say several times before I say it.

3. I flip my hair to the side, even though it's not really long enough to do so.

4. I do a Chinese fire drill at every red light.

5. That's five, right?

Okay, one more. Man, surveys are so fun and addicting, I think I might start doing surveys about the texts I have on my phone and my top friends before long. And I totally need to do that one where you shuffle your songs on your iPod and make a survey with songs as your answers, even though I don't have an iPod.

Five random unknown facts about me!!!!!! (wait, I need moar exclamation points) !!!!!!!

1. I'm a guy

2. I'm 17.

3. I have a Xanga.

4. Fact # 3 is a lie.

5. Fact # 4 is also a lie.

6. There were only four facts here.

K, now I'm done. Wow, I love surveys. If I was trapped on an island, all I would want is a piece of paper and a pencil to take survs. And my afro, in case some jamaicans came along and thought I was Nick Jonas, because they're like huge fans and stuff.

Whoa, these little ruler things are so cool.

C_jamaica is hot.

Anyhow, beetunes keeps inconspicuously saying that I need a new profile picture. I like this one, because it makes me smile (and it really is me), but apparently it's outdated or something. I first posted it here. And yes, that is totally my real hair.

Under the wig.

Soooo, since some people voted I make that one my profile picture (when I posted it), I thought we should take another vote, with new pictures. Cause y'all have good taste. I took these a few days ago, and maybe I can add more from a few weeks ago later or something or whatever.

It's up you, dawg.

No, this picture hasn't been altered. Yes, all the young cliche girls on Myspace will be taking their photos with a camera on a necklace in front of a mirror after they see this. Soon.

I love this one.

Wow, I actually look kinda buff.

Proof that I actually use my teeth when I smile on occasion.

And there you have it. Pick one! Also, yes, maybe I should try different locations, this was just kinda spur-of-the-moment.

Also, I've been working out a little more this month. But this one isn't going to be my profile picture:

"omg thickspo <33333"

This is just the "before" photo, I guess I'll be ready for the "after" photo by the end of the year or something.

One more thing.

Dear TheBigShowAtUD,

Please stop pestering me to update. You're not my mother. At least, I hope you're not. That was devastate me, and it would be so totally wrong in every way possible. i haz reel lifeee. not much tym 4 intarnetz no moar.

Sincerely, Nick

So, whatcha think, 1, 2, 3, or 4? (5 is not a valid answer )

PS: If people complain when a post about a slug or sheep or Xanga crushes makes top blogs, I hope they get real mad when a post including three surveys and a profile picture poll makes number ONE. I iz megatroll.