My friend’s name is Tess and she used to live in Canada. She told me that back when she lived there, there was one really funny time at school. Tess was just daydreaming and thinking about random stuff while copying down notes from the board, and she was thinking about how her teacher was a “big mean fat cow (othercensoredwordhere)”, assuming she probably was. Tess wrote the stuff from the board AND, without meaning to, in the middle of her sentence ended up “my teacher is a big mean fat cow (censored)”! And then they had to hand their books in right away!! So Tess handed her book in and when the teacher was reading her work, the look on her face turned from normal to surprised to INCREDULOUS, in a really funny way, and she bellowed 'TESS KEOUGH!!!"
…I dunno if it’s that funny to you guys, but I sure was laughing (and nearly choking on my lunch).
Okay, so the other day, I was walking in my school, when someone snapped his fingers. At that instant, people started screaming and yelling like they were scared. Later on that day, someone else snaped his fingers, and then 4 cell phones went off at once in the class room. So I thought maybe I could give it a try. I snapped my fingers, and then, the loud class of one of my periods finally did the impossible: shut up.
I’ve just seen my father for the first time in… a few weeks. The fact that my parents have been divorced for… years… I’m not very good at remembering long periods of time recently… I rarely see my father anymore. We went out to eat, then stopped at Barnes and Noble looking around for possible Christmas gifts.
Okay, so I was in my drama class when the fire alarm goes off. As usual, we had to evacuate the buliding and to the field. The thing is, we have a automatic garage door that leads to the drama room and the theatre. NOw this door is supposed to shut by itself when the fire alarm goes off. Now, I almost got crushed by it, since it was automatic and couldn’t be stopped by any thing. But the good news is I’m alive and good.
This isn’t really a good story but I figured I’d share it.
On New Years Eve, my brother and I were watching several movies in my parents’ bedroom. I heard a crash downstairs and ran to see what it was, since I thought it was the turkey- he was living in the basement after getting sick and he’s gotten upstairs a few times.
Sure enough, it was the turkey. He was sitting on the stove, and had overturned the strainer containing most of the shrimp, two candles (resulting in a flood of wax all over the counter) and he kicked off a bunch of other things. One of them, a blender blade.
I went over and my brother scooped the turkey up and pushed him into the basement. I backed up to get away from the mess and I wound up stepping on the blender blade because it was so dark. Well, I thought I didn’t get hurt, but I did- there was a slash in my sock about an inch long and blood was pooling around it.
I limped over to the dining room table, grabbing a box of bandaids from the bathroom, but I realized there was too much blood. It was like it was out of a horror film- the blood was dripping onto the floor and it wouldn’t stop. After yelling for paper towels for a while my grandpa actually heard me and brought some. I held it on the wound for so long, and it took a while before it stopped bleeding. Scared the heck out of me- it was pretty deep and dark and bloody and bleh. x__x
It’s better now, but I have to be careful with it. At least I’m not limping anymore- as much as I’m called lazy I can’t sit still when I have to.
Turkeys seriously are the dumbest of creatures. Thankfully he’s going back outside.
I was watching a bowl game. THat was when my phone rang. Some random fan told me excitedly that their team scored a touchdown. I was like, “uh, okay.” When they won, he called again, and was screaming all in my ear. I was like, dude, okay, you won. It is over now. Stop calling me!
The fact that my parents have been divorced for… years… I’m not very good at remembering long periods of time recently… I rarely see my father anymore. We went out to eat, then stopped at Barnes and Noble looking around for possible Christmas gifts.
Yikes! I woldn’t be able to sleep for days after going through something like that! Glad you’re still alive, TSS!