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Post by arcblade on Oct 17, 2007 16:28:19 GMT -5
Mmm.... 'kay, my turn.. how about the recent unfortunate occurrence? So I was visiting a friend's dorm, and I happened to find a stretchy elastic band thing. So, first impulse is to shoot it at my friend. So I do, and I miss badly. I start to leave when he pulls out a finger dart (rocket shaped and definitely more aerodynamic). I note this and begin to run, and by default head for the way out, which happens to be down a flight of stairs.
...you can kinda tell where this is going. So as I'm headed down the stairs at high speed, I feel the dart hit my backside at the same instant that one of my feet gets caught on something. So I throw my arms out to cushion my imminent fall, which works nicely except for the fact that once I landed, I was bleeding from the plastic that coats the corners of the stairs.
Not only did I completely fail to avoid the dart, I got a nice burn and bleeding cut down my arm.
(takes a bow) Thank you, thank you.
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Post by Faith on Oct 17, 2007 21:22:13 GMT -5
Heh...  Hm... One day while I was at school, tossing a ball back and forth among my friends during extra time in my lunch-break and the ball went under the bleachers. There were very few other balls that were not in use, since there were many times more children than there were balls, so I was determined to get it back. Without telling my friends, I tried to get into the small space to which the ball had disappeared. It was a tough fit, but I managed to cram myself in there somehow. Then, I triumphantly got the ball and tossed it out before beginning the difficult task of escaping. I stuck my arms out awkwardly, and flailed about a bit to get my shoulders passed. Then is when it started to become really difficult. A small sound similar to a moan made in exasperated frustration came from me as I squirmed a little. I realized I was going to have to try harder to get out. My feet pressed against the floor, and my hands firm on the bench to either side of me, I shoved viciously, and writhed about in my place of captivity. It was a little painful, seeing as wood is just not a comfortable thing to get stuck in. I got to my waist, and freedom seemed just reachable... and then, as I tried a few more lively attempts at releasing myself from the hungry maw of the bleachers, it dawned on me that I wasn't getting anywhere. My friends had then noted my predicament, and came to my aid. Sadly, we agreed, there was no way out other than force, unless we got someone to come and pull out the bleachers. I was reluctant to accept that sort of attention, seeing as how it would bring more than too many people I did not know to watch me. So force it was. I'm still not sure whether I should have regretted that choice... I thrashed about a bit before drawing a crowd. I looked up feebly at all my peers... I felt like the animal with it's leg caught in the trap, looking up at the hunter as he neared with his rifle. As if that wasn't bad enough, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the principle coming to the scene. It was like hearing the *chink* of the rifle as the hunter prepared for a shot. Then, to avoid looking down the barrel of the ominous weapon, I secreted a hopeful glance to my friends. They were conspiring. Too late, though, for the principle soon towered over the crowd, and me. "Aw darn..."He insisted on watching the seen, as well. He didn't even bother shooing away the crowd... and now I wonder if he was just as amused as the students... must've gotten a kick out of watching my friend's plan unravel. It was a rather simple plan, and I think that they were simply conversing about the comical moment, during the otherwise quite boring school day, considering how long it took them to come about their actions. A friend or so griping one of my hands, I was to give a shove with my legs while they tried to drag me out. Easy, right? Define easy... I kick and thrashed for a moment, and felt it as my friends tried to pull me out. I'm not sure how aware of how close they were to pulling me apart, instead... A couple of tries earned me my freedom, and the strange feeling that I had been tied to two horses galloping in different directions. Later: I had not even realized I was rambling... Oops... Well, endure reding at your own risk of loss of sanity... and if you already read it, to get to hear, which you likely did, I apologize. Pionts!?!  I didn't try to hard, that time! I just... well... blabbed. |
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Post by Dragyn on Oct 18, 2007 13:00:26 GMT -5
Hmm...2 for Arc--I'd give you more, but I've done something markedly similar.
and, I guess Faith can have 2 as well. Might give ya more if I could've read that without giving m'self a headache...
So:
Arcblade: 5
Faith: 3
Ya' know, I'm not the only one allowed to award these points. Anyone could, after all. Just add to the running total.
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Post by Faith on Oct 18, 2007 20:49:14 GMT -5
*Laugh!!!* Sorry about the headache... I was rambling again.  What happened, with you? Oh yah...: (This'll be easy, since I just did it.) My mom just announced that we are now having dinner, and I've been really hungry. First: We're having breakfast for dinner, and there was a lovely pile of sizzling potatoes on the hot surface, and reached in to grab some... Second: I could not find the syrup in the refrigerator. That may be because it is currently labeled as Carrot Juice... but I should be used to this, by now. Third: When I finally got the syrup, I tried to put a bit on my pancakes, and thought it would come out like honey does... yeah... it didn't. Fourth: After drowning my food in syrup, it started seeping over the plate. I quick, picked it up and tried to slurp it before it got everywhere. Fifth: After realizing just how overly sweet plain syrup actually is, I sputtered all over the place. Sixth: Once it was cleaned up, I tried to get some salt. While trying to pop off the cap with my thumb, I pressed a little to hard. This resulted in the cap flying across ed the room into a frying pan. That good and dumb? ;D |
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Post by Spirit Wolf on Oct 19, 2007 16:28:59 GMT -5
I want to play too.
I remember when I was like 8 or 9. I was at school with a friend and we were talking about Invader Zim. So I asked him if he remembered a character went crazy. Then I start acting like the character. So im going crazy and everyone is looking at me. Then I stop and see that everyone is staring. I didn't care and I might even do it again.
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Post by Fox on Oct 19, 2007 17:25:38 GMT -5
I guess I'll join in. Lessee if I do this right....
THIS ONE TIME! A few years ago, we were at a theater. My cousin, Breanna, ran up to the door full-force & flew on out. I decided to try it, too. Well..I didn't realize you had to push this lever thingy to get it to open, & I hit the door face-first & nearly fell to the floor.
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Post by arcblade on Oct 19, 2007 20:43:02 GMT -5
Oh, goody. I've started a stupid-fest.
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Post by Faith on Oct 20, 2007 1:32:48 GMT -5
*Laugh!!!* ! ! ! Right into the door!?! ;D Sounds like those things you see in commidies... Or like something I'd do... Actually, I've done that with glass, sliding doors. We all love them stupid-fests... My Grammie was with my sister and me in a store, getting candy to be tossed out into crowds, or something, at a parade, among other things. She left my sister and I alone with the cart, to get something. When she returned, she said something really quiet, and muffled, sounding like, "Who moved the bag of candy." My sister and I shook our heads, fearfully. She repeated herself. and earned the same response, with the words, "No!" and "Not me!" She was getting fairly annoyed, now, and said it louder, "Would someone please move the bag of candy?!" We felt pretty dumb after that... Well... if we can all award points, then: Spiritwolf: 3 Fox: 4 (Envisioning them both makes me laugh.... ;D) |
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Post by arcblade on Oct 20, 2007 11:33:21 GMT -5
I think I've walked right into a pillar and bounced off before. I was trying to talk to someone behind me to the left and wasn't looking, and I sorta hit stomach first and bounced backwards. I forget whether I actually bounced hard enough to fall, but the person I was speaking to was definitely not paying attention to what I was saying after that.
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Post by Faith on Oct 21, 2007 1:48:48 GMT -5
*Laugh!!!* Hm... I'm horrible when it comes to sports. But my Gym teachers seem to not care much about this fact, since they keep telling me to participate, despite the danger it puts everyone else, and myself, in. I recall, particularly well at the moment, a time we were covering some game... I believe it was called speed ball, or something along those lines, similar to soccer and football in many ways. We were playing this game with flags, and I was trying my best to become accustomed to them, and use them to my advantage. I received poor results from my attempts. While a fellow student ran past me, ball in hand, I reached out to grab one of the bright, yellow flags attached to the belt she wore ("'Cuz the velcro!" Some may not get that reference... I believe I worded it wrong, anyway) and felt triumphant, even, knowing even I should be able to master this feat with ease, and then it all went awry... I grabbed, frantically, as the other ran by me, and grabbed the wrong thing. Lurching forward, as the owner of the belt I had a grip on continued trying to run away, I realized my mistake. Now, I do not put quite as much effort into participation of the flag-bearing games. I'm afraid it is all too likely of me to grab the belt, rather than the flag, once more... I'd give Arcblade 3. (Come up with something a bit more fresh, and I'd give ya' more... that's okay with you, right?) |
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Post by Fox on Oct 21, 2007 19:09:43 GMT -5
YAY! I'm actually getting rewarded for the kind of stuff I do every day! =D
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Post by Faith on Oct 21, 2007 21:22:04 GMT -5
Heh... Hm... lemme' see... My sister was going to tell me about something happening on the 24th, and presented the matter this way: "Guess what else is happening on November 24!!!" My reaction was simply this, "What's on the twenty-fourth in the first place?" She was quite angry with my response... having run off to our mother crying out, "She forgot my Birthday!!!" |
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Post by Fox on Oct 22, 2007 11:03:35 GMT -5
Aw..XD I don't remember anybody's birthday. Except June birthdays..and that's only because mine is in June. XD Mine's the 20th, my uncle's is the 21st, and my mom's is the 25th. Dunno the others..too far away from mine.
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Post by Dragyn on Oct 23, 2007 12:41:23 GMT -5
So...uh...I lost track.
What're the running totals, now? For everyone?
I'll see about getting some of these.
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Post by Faith on Oct 23, 2007 23:44:10 GMT -5
*Laugh!!!* Well... I tried giving points, but mine, so far, are pointless... ( Easily amused... ;D ) Well, here's another recent one: This takes place today, actually. My bus pulls off to the side of the road to pick us (the others at the stop, including my sister, and myself) up, and drop us off, for safety, I suppose. When the bus pulls back onto the road, after any traffic has passed, I generally look back to wave good bye to my friend, when she's on the bus, and today, I attempted to do so. I twisted about while walking away, and threw my arm into the air to wave. This might have been done, gracefully, by others, but, I, instead, ended out kicking the heel of my right foot out from under me, and being pulled down by the weight of my pack, to land on my back in the middle of the road. Then I stayed, sprawled out there, laughing my head off. I must wonder what my friend saw... as I turned around, smiling, before falling backward, with one of those usually comical looks of shock on my face. |
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