I was opening a thing of pretzals with a knife and I stabbed myself in the side of my left hand. It was all bleedy.
Is that why you haven't been on?
I just played a game of solitaire. The last three cards I needed were stacked underneath the nine of diamonds. I spent twenty minutes replaying the same moves in an effort to find a way out of an impossible situation. Then the life metaphor dawned on me and I quickly exited.
No. How many times do I have to say it. I WAS GROUNDED!!
Now...Who wants fruit smoothies?/
Gimme. NOW! Dont make me whip out the anime eyes ... they will make you melt. Literally.
'Nother scary thang ... dreamt my mom died. We were getting ready for her funeral, weeping, while her exuberant spirit tagged along to make sure it all went according to her plans. I'm pretty sure she died either through bear or cougar maulage.
The dream where I died. Still, at the end I felt real happy. Kinda like the time I got high off laughing gas (if possible) in another dream, or when I had a dream Cuban cigar...you'd think I'd learn something about myself through those dreams, but no.
Now...Who wants fruit smoothies?/
i love jamba juice.
i love jamba juice.
"AND WHAT FREE BOOST DO YOU WANT WITH THAT??" ~eyetwitch~
Scary things-
-I had a bottle asplode in a fire and launch shards of glass into my arm. No fun! Though I'm glad my arm was in front of my face. The inside of my arm is still a little glittery.
-Fell out of a tree and busted a tooth out.
-Being no-kidding attacked (well, it seemed like it) by a donkey when I was little. I escaped unharmed, but it was scary.
-A dream about a year ago. Can't remember what it was about zigactly, but it was the most terrifying feeling I have ever experienced. I suppose it was some sort of night terror (
http://www.answers.com/main/ntquery?s=night%20terror&gwp=16) or somesuch. It is the only one I can remember having, and that's a good thing.
-Fell out of a tree and busted a tooth out.
-Knocked a tooth out with a golf club when I was 7 in my grandma's backyard.
-Knocked a tooth out with a golf club when I was 7 in my grandma's backyard.Ow. Let's commiserate.
*commiserates*
:D
-Knocked a tooth out with a golf club when I was 7 in my grandma's backyard.
I beat a guy down with a golf club...
I beat somone with my bare hands.
he had a conncussion.
I beat somone with my bare hands.
he had a conncussion.
That's pretty BA.
Umm..scariness...
Water doesn't seem to like me. I almost drowned at Sesame Place when I was 6. Then I almost drown again at Myrtle Beach when a wave washed me off of my body board. And then to make matters worst my stepdad (who was out there with me at the time) saw me flailing in the water on one side of him and his brand new $200 sunglasses floating away on the other side of him, hesistated and was about to go after the sunglasses when my mom (who was on the shore) noticed that something wasn't right and started looking for us.
This pretty much summarizes my relationship with my stepdad...
I also fell down a hill once and skidded across the sidewalk for a few feet. The skin on my left elbow is still slightly messed up from it.
And then the last one, right before I went to college and still on occasion, I have horrible nightmares in which I or more often my family dies. I'm usually blown up or swallowed up by the earth in an earthquake or something (hence my fear of tight closed spaces) and my family usually perishes in a fire or a car accident.
That's all I can think of right now.
BigBad be back.
OMG ALLITERATION!!
Ever see the movie Mortal Kombat? A guy freakin punches a four armed monster in the dong over a pair of sunglasses. That will tell you to never come between a man and his sunglasses. Or manwiche. (Spelling?)
I got severely dehydrated this one time and started violently puking and had to go to the emergency room and I almost died. That was pretty scary.
What were you doing that dehydrated you so much?
It's probably best that you don't ask PDJ...
Sunglasses...you wear them indoors to look cool and you also absolutely need them in SoCal or if not, you go blind. Your dad's actions make some sort of sense with swirling sake on top.
It's probably best that you don't ask PDJ...
Hah, I don't think I did anything. Except probably not drink enough water. It was during summer school (for the ambitious, not the morons) and I ended up missing one more day than I was allowed. Got an incomplete for the course and had to take it by correspondence. Load of bollocks.
Scary things....
crazy 80 year old high school football fans who spit at you because you go to the enemy school.
On military bivouacs, they FORCE you to drink water. No joke.
You can die from that to, ya know.
They don't make you drink THAT much...
Well, it's happened...gah! HW ... gotta go.
Hehe PDJ. Sounds like Pb&J. I love just PB sandwiches. Without the J.
Summer-school should be avoided at all costs. By both the ambitious and the stupid.
I never knew you could die from over-drinking, but I learned about that the other day. Weird.
The crazy high school spitting thing, did you get that job as a mascot then?
Well you see this one time I was singing this kick ass song and the room started dancing. (
http://youtube.com/watch?v=x5HvEd2wPCU)
The crazy high school spitting thing, did you get that job as a mascot then?
We never had the tryouts.
Our school has a habit of breaking out into song too. Well, last year it did. The bunch of kids I had in most of my classes for 7th grad were the real world equivalanet of RD. Whenever our history teacher tried to give us homework, we'd sing 'Happy Birthday' to her at the top of our lungs to drown out her voice till the period was over, then we'd run out. Good times...