Crazy Deeds
A place to record your most memorable acts of wanton lunacy.
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Date: March 4, 2006
Categories: Random craziness
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A place to record your most memorable acts of wanton lunacy.
[Closed to comments 12 July 2006, because we’ve just opened version 2006.2.]
Date: March 4, 2006
Categories: Random craziness
once i was in a park with my friend and these guys of about our age came up wearing life jackets and football helmets and asked if we wanted them to sing a song. they proceeded to sing the “i like” song from some beginner’ piano book. it was weird. and i’m typing this fast in hopes of first post?!!?!?
yeah and then they left and went off to bother some other people. my friend and I were in stitches for a looong time.
FIRST POST!!!!!!!
* does first post dance, which looks like the cotton eye joe*
*does second post dance, which is like tapdancing*
*also does third post dance, which just looks like an octopus in convulsions*
pleasssssssssse first comment
Ahh, isn’t anyone else on t’blog stupidly late like me?
Are we talking about real deeds like the time i knocked over a wine display that had a combined value of $2000 or made-up deeds like the time i saved my neighborhood form alien mailboxes?
My life is a memorable act of wanton lunacy.
Stupid acts I’ve done? Too many to count.
ummm… *reviews laundry list of all the crazy things shes done, averaging about one a day*
one time in 6th grade i put reinforcement stickers all over my face + then this girl took a pic + it ended up in the yearbook
oh, i just thought of a better one… but i hav to go nite-nite now. oh vell. tomorrow, perhaps
Uh, I fall down the stairs on a regular basis.
Lets see..well, i love the same horse that bucked twice and tried to jump a barrel with me on her, and i once got hyper because i somehow got drunk on/had a sugar crash after i drank a cup and a half of sparkling cider, then stayed up to almost midnight waiting for the little kids to fall asleep to have cake, which i didn’t actually have, giggling at the slightest little thing. and you can make me act really drunk if you stuff a hat over my head and take it off about fifteen minutes later. my friend found this out during the championships for the school football league. xD one might have seen me dancing (ok, more teetering) along the sidelines, looking like i would tip over at any one moment.
Last year when I was Christmas shopping, I went up to this little display case thing with stuff hanging on all sides of it. I soon became uninterested at the first side and atttempted( fruitlessley)
to spin it, thinking it was one that spun.instead of obediently turning the wretched thing fell off the counter it was sitting on and felll ontop of me! Atleast twenty necklaces,mini license plates,ornaments, bracelets,keychains, and other cheap stuff littered the ground. Luckily the woman behind the counter could speak very little english, and was kind anough not to make us pay.
I fell up the stairs. It hurt. Ow.
Stupid acts? Well there was that one time I fell asleep in Math class….
oh i fell asleep in Social Studies class!!! we were watching some video and next thing i know the bell rang. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…
Oh! We were on the subject of Pi Day somewhere (March 14) so I wanted to share this…..
Last year in fifth grade my class had a Pi Day celebration, and we ate pie and had a contest to see who could recite the most of pi, and I won. I memorized, like, a hundred digits. In fact, I think I still know ’em.
3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993751058209749445923078164062862089986 okay, that’s all i got.
Impressive, Violetfire. (Incidentally, Pi Day is also Albert Einstein’s birthday, making March 14 Pi-nstein Day. Many happy returns of.) Equally impressive is Kricket falling up stairs. Maybe Earth is less harmless than previously thought (thort).
Hmmm.
The craziest thing I’ve ever done happened at camp. My cabin decided to prank the counselor when it was her night off. Kokopelli, are you listening? So we took her mattress off her couch frame, picked up the frame, and started to carry it towards the monkey bars. When we catch sight of her standing watching us from the stairs. The other froods drop the frame on my foot and run, at which point the counse tells us that if we don’t put it back in 15 minutes we’re not eating for a week. So we do. She leaves again. We put the bed back and hang her bras from the flagpole, waking up the next morning to the announcement that the boys’ camp is coming over. We are tempted to radio them for support (hem) but don’t, and don’t touch the lingerie decorations until the camp staff pulls them down after the boys’ camp visits. Sigh. Good times, good times.
Oh, where to start….
At camp, once, Lusifer was sitting on a table, and we were talking with some friends and counselors. This guy counselor was also sitting on the table, and was half in our conversation, half out. All of a sudden, Lusifer tumbles off the table and on to the bench, and then on to the floor. We all run over, and Lusifer just sits up and says “I’m okay!” Then her counselor starts screaming at the guy counselor, going like, “WHY ARE YOU PUSHING MY CAMPERS OFF TABLES!” and he’s going “No, I didn’t do it! It wasn’t me!” It was hilarious.
Lusifer is me, by the way.
Oh yeah, I forgot I could call you Jessie here now.
this happened during the 8th gr class trip to ********* adventure, a relly neat amusement park. good times…
ok, my 2 friends + i had just finished a roller coaster marathon (imagine going on something called the “corkscrew” 3 times… youd probably feel a bit worn out), when we see something called the “ripcord” – which is where you basically are attached to a string + hauled approx 10 million feet into the air, then let go + swung out over this giant pond thingie. they both wanted to go on it, so i was just like “alright you have fun.” then they see that you get a special discount if three ppl go… so you can guess what happened after that…
… flash forward: all 3 of us are hanging somewhere in the stratosphere looking down @ this little bluish puddle that used to be a much bigger pond, when the guy speaks to us through the little radio + says that someone should relly pull the ripcord soon. my 2 friends are like “yeah, party!” and im just like “pull the **** rope already, **** it!” then my friend pulls the rope, + it was probably the most adreneline filled moment of my entire life. oddly enough, i think it was a good experience. + it makes a good story!
ummmmm i dont know. multiple time ranndomly falling of chairs during class and everyone laughing?
one day (8th grade again. good times yeah, wvr) my friend + i were @ recess + bored. @ the time she was obsessed w/ vikings so we decided to make up this imaginary guy who was an 8ft tall viking w/ hair down to his feet for – i relly dont remember if there was an actual reason. but we called him matt. but what to do w/ this idea?
well, our skool was K-8, so we thought “why not haze some kindergarteners?” it was a plan. a few days later, after conspiring w/ 3 more friends, the plan was ready. one of us brought a black, long haired costume wig + black face cover thingie, and some sort of robe. the person who wanted to be “matt” unfortunately is quite tiny, so we had to tell the little ppls that matt got his legs chopped off in a viking war + had to get a set of (smaller) prosthetics. and sadly, they believed it.
i kind of feel bad about the whole thing now, but anyways they totally bought it + it was absolutely hilarious. we told them that “matt” was temporarily living in a tree near the skool, + that if they looked closely, they could see him swinging through the treetops… man, that was stupid
Yogi and Plain Bass are OTP.
That’s all I have to say about that.
This isn’t a crazy act of mine, but it was really funny. I was at a sleepover for someone’s birthday and they were having it at a nature center so we were camping. It was probably about 6:30 or so in the morning when one of the Bethanies (There were multiple persons named Bethany and I didn’t bother to learn their last names) wakes up and announces “I have a question.” to anyone who happens to be concious. She then goes on to babble incoherent noises that don’t make any sense. Like this: Ky rye?? Koo. Tie?” This went on for quite some time. I had been up for a few minutes, but I was still in that hazy state between asleep and awake where you have no idea what’s going on. I couldn’t really even remember when it had started, but I knew that there was some odd noise making it’s presence known. I asked the person next to me, “What the heck is that noise?!” She didn’t know. Finally, some bold person says, “Are you trying to say karate?” The B. was indeed. She was actually trying to ask if people in fact say ‘hyaa!’ when doing karate. Evidentally they do.
Well, I have a pretty funny story. However, it’s not about me. Anyway, my family had bought tickets to a magic show. The magician was David Copperfield. It was at a theater designedby frank loyd wright. We lived about a 25 drive from it.
So we got there, and I’m totally phyched. In the end, I definately had a reason to be. We get out of the car, and just our families stupidness, my mom forgot her shoes. Talk about embarassing. So she had to drive all the way back to our house to get them, while me and my dad went into the theater. Just as the show was starting, my mom walked in, and had to scoot past everyone to get to us.
Um…for me, crazy things are not so hard to come by. How about the time when my friends and I went to the school psycologist and asked her if it was ethical to suck the blood of sixth graders? She said it was unless the sixth graders launched an official protest.
Zarquon, you guys get around. Beware of the Bethanies! Rock the ripcords! May kindergarteners not be so unintelligent and gullible! w00t!
“Hyaah!”
Rhonda: Ow! Will you!
Ikol: No, I think the phonetics of “ka” sound better.
Stig: Isn’t that the Egyptian sun god?
Ikol: No, that’s the scarab Ra you’re thinking of.
Rhonda: He can think?
*fight breaks out*
*snortgigglesnort* funny stories!!!
27- I am going to do that. On Thursday.
1- I am going to do that also.
While I was completely insane, I asked a girl out.
insane? that’s me at every school dance
try doing the chicken dance to rap music….in front of everyone in your new school…when there are only about ten other people on the entire dance floor.
or spelling “YMCA” backwards. yes, that was quite amusing indeed. of course, it is also great fun to make up the moves for completely different letters…i still haven’t figured out “S”…
Oh yeah, and when we went around school asking all the Hebrew Law teachers if it was okay to steal a Bible.
Yeah, that was funny. How about when we nominated Richard the filing cabinet for school president? And I was the Rabbi for the wedding of the two stuffed monkeys, Mr Lemons and Ms. Lime?
emogrl-#21 was that six flags? Or some other place with a corkscrew and a ripcord?
We went to six flags in 8th grade. Oh man…good times…somebody brought monty python for the bus ride, we played tons of poker (for pretzels, which wasn’t much use cuz people would just steal them every time they got hungry ) and went goth at the rest station. And that was just the bus ride. Ok whatever. Nostalgia over.
What crazy deeds have i done recently? Hmm…well i read carpe jugulum a while back and promptly began shouting “Nac mac feegle!” to anybody within range during science class… (ok ok, it was after the actual class was over. We were just waiting for the bell). Nobody in the class had the slightest idea what that meant. I didn’t hold it against them though, having only found out the night before.
I could tell you guys about all about our Lunch (yes it is capitalized for a reason) but there are some slightly dubious stories there…Muhammed, airborne cookies, and french fries oh my. Quite an interesting time we have there in the hallway…
Well i shall dig up some funny and completely insane stories of my past some other time…right now i have to go slave away for the much beloved (*snort*) lamuth.
one time, my friend and i were at an amusement park, and we spontaneously decided to ride a monstrosity called the “Moby Dick.” it was one of those things with a row of seats that goes around in circles, and was designed for small children. well, we were just short enough to get on, so we started screaming like crazy to get everyone on it to do the wave. it worked quite well. so we did it againe.
Hmm…digging through my memory, here’s one from the Teer Chronicles…(aah teer, we love you) This one was a bit lame, but sticks in mine memory, because it later became one of those inside jokes that seem hilariously funny even though they weren’t. Actually i think we just thought the expression on other people’s faces were funny when we mentioned it. Much confuzzlement.
So we had finished the laffably easy grammar worksheet she had given us to “keep us busy” and were now making a fair amount of noise and doing sad attempts at origami. Teer, getting annoyed (as is understandable) proceeded to ask us all individually whether we were done. (this was yours truly, and friends racheal, meg and sam (ferdie was in there too but far far away on the other side of the room. *sob*)) This we viewed as extremely amusing. (At the time, it was. Just the way she goes through this stuff…) Then she gave her infamous standard Teer Lecture about how we were slackers, flew by the seat of our pants, and get going in life. Stuff like that. This was hilariously funny to us, having just informed her that we were completely done with all work. (I mention with pride the amazing skill in our all being able to keep perfectly straight faces during all this) Being unsatisfied, she demanded to know what we were doing (notice-she never actually told us to shut up (in polite teacher language of course) She made a huge mistake right at the beginning, by not addressing the real problem. Had she told us to shut up, we would have admitted to being in the wrong, and shut up immidiately. Fortunately for our amusement, she rather missed the problem. Anyhoo. We told her origami. She told us (in a really funny voice. You have to hear this stuff) to please relate it to english. Within five minutes, we had placed a huge mound of cootie catchers with vocab words inside on her desk and resumed pointless messing around.
So now we all crack up at the mention of cootie catchers, origami, or “teer’s little gift” It gets us some rather odd looks from innocent people trying to discuss the method of folding paper swans, etc.
Sorry for the extreme boredom-inducing, long post. It all actually happened in about ten minutes.
Oh and just so you don’t walk away seeing spots, i’ll end off with something a bit shorter. Might’ve mentioned this, just a habit of mine, running down the street in fits of insanity and screaming “THE WORLD IS COMING TO AN END! FLEE, FLEE FOR YOUR LIVES!!!!!!”
There. Bit simpler crazy deed for you.
This was amazing. It was lunch time at out school, and I was playing basketball with my friends. I’m not really good at it, but I’m okay. But there’s this other kid, who’s really good.
So someone tried to make a shot at the basket from the side court. |————0————–1 The 0 is the hoop, and the ““““|—————————-|person shooting is the #one.
““““|—————————-|He missis, and it bounces along until it reaches the other side of the court. Then, the amazing basketball player, whose name is tyler, kicks it backwards (he was facing away from teh hoop), and guess what, he made a swoosh. If this is confusing, sorry.
was he trying to do that or was that an accident?
My friends and I went to a Six Flags, and tried to sneack at least 12 cans of mountain dew through the metal detector. Well, obviously, they didn’t make it through, and as each person went through we had to unload can after can from our pockets (most of us were wearing cargo shorts) and stack them in front of the guard. We got some laughs, and very strange/horrified stares.
And yes, for those who are worried, they did give us our Dew back.
Would this be considered blatant advertising for a certain soda? -shrugs-
38- aaaah, the might of inside jokes. this brings to mind one of my own:
[well, first there’s some major background information without which the explanation of this story would become impossible…
it was a dark and stormy night… ok i’m kidding, WORK WITH ME HERE!!!
i’m sure you have all heard the phrase “the cat’s out of the bag now!” or something of the like…
a nameless youth in my class accidentally rephrased it as “the rabbit’s out of the bag now,” and somehow it stuck.]
…………………………………
now, onward to the actual storey:
there was a boy, “snoopy” (he strongly resembled that member of Peanuts) whom my friend liked. she told some of her friends (including me), and one told him.
yes, the rabbit was out of the bag….
….but by that time she wasn’t crushing on him anymore
in a moment of angst, this friend and i looked online for many translations of “rabbit”
conejo
apwoyo
tu zi
lapin
kralik
sungura
…in all, there were about 20.
so every time snoopy would walk past, we’d start reciting them back and forth. and he’d RUN. it was seriously hillarious. but probably not to you, so i apologize for wasting your time…..
and there was the time the aforementioned friend shouted, “EUGLENA…..YES!!!” during a biology test….well i think everyone got that question correct…..
Ok this one time, I was drawing on my Nintendo DS with my friend, and I tried to send him a tic-tac-toe board and it ended up looking like a block of cheese (don’t ask). And so now our inside joke is we have to have 20 frames of stinky swiss cheese before we can actually draw.
( for those of you who don’t know, a Nintendo DS is a portable gaming system. the “drawing” i speak of is PictoChat, a “chat” between up to 16 DSs within a 10 foot range. Insteat of words, it sends an image that you draw. It’s funny )
Do any of the other choir geeks out there have lots of fun waltzing through the halls after choir, singing whatever song was practiced? Mebbe it’s just at my school…but we get lots of strange looks, since we’re currently learning a nifty little arrangement of “how much wood would a woodchuck chuck”.
I used to, until I picked up a trombone. (I proceded to drop it on my foot. It hurt) And then there was this one time… (boring lead-up… skipping to the punchline) That’s no beta, That’s my mom!
In a baseball card shop, I fell on the display and bent a 1954 Hank Arron. Value: 1800 dollars
Correction Darth Yoda is the greatest
I almost wish I hadn’t been homeschooled from third to sixth grade. I missed a lot of stuff. I’ve never been good friends with anyone at whatever school I was currently in for longer than a year. Because I always moved, or was homeschooled, or was in preschool and kindergarten, which does not count.
So I moved to this school in eighth grade, and some of these kids have been here since kindergarten. Together. It was very, very hard for me to break in and make friends. I have, like, 2 school friends now.
I plan to be a writer in the future, and if I write about kids’ friendships (which I will inevitably do) then I’m going to have to do research or something. I haven’t had a lot of experience with being good friends with a person at my school for an extended period of time. I feel deprived.
Besides, y’know, being a brilliant Muser and all that, I just get tired of people who aren’t that smart. I know it’s not nice of me, but I really don’t like being around unintelligent people. I always feel like I have to take care of them, or that they’re dragging me down.
This does not reflect on me well. I know it.
mer is miserable now
Oh. Well, my point to all that is, I haven’t done anything really crazy with friends because I have/have had basically no friends.
HEY IM A TOTAL, COMPLETE, ABSOLUTELY ALL THE WAY CHOIR FREAK!
it was fun just spontaneously proclaiming that! ive been in choir for almost three years now + its been my favourite class ever. my skools pride + glory is its musik program, so we have 3 choirs + 3 ensembles. unfortunately ive been stuck in the all girls choir for the last 2 yrs. the problem w/ an all girls choir is that we always get all the pretty, dainty musik + rarely anything fun. + then theres the fact that guys just get into the musik more, why this is i dont know but its definitely the case.
so were singing a french song (dome e'pais) + a relly weird gospel song ("john saw the number" -dont ask, long story) for choirfest (tomorrow!). absolutely no one is being enthusiastic enough during the gospel song, + i think the judges will not fail to tell us that tomorrow. well, ok, im in the back corner in the 1st sop. section w/ three friends, + sometimes we'll start doing this odd gospel dance while were singing, + like no one else will even be moving, and its kind of funny. haha, we even did the gospel dance during the french piece a few times... guess were just the choirs little corner of enthusiasm or something...
I’d like to say he was trying to, #27. Which is true.
I went to a Private school from Kindergarten to Sixth grade, and then in seventh and eigth, which I’m in now, I went to a middle scool. Anyways, I’m trying to say I know how you feel. That’s one reason I like this blog so much, it is a place to talk, even if you don’t know who you’re talking to.
gosh, i just cant shut up today…
alright i just remembered this song we did last year. it was called “lambscapes” , + it was basically a relly jazzed up version of mary had a little lamb, + omg it was fun. this is how it went
part I ( mary had a little lamb…) : gregorian chant
part II (everywhere that mary went…): handels hallelujah
part III (he followed her to skool one day…): some evil german tune…
part IV (it made the children laugh + play…): verde (opera)
yay
oops… that looks wrong… verdi? im not sure
Heres a story for fans of the LOTR movies:
I went to Cake concert in a nearby city. We got our tickets from will call, and as we were going to go stand in line at the entrance a hear the voice of the man at the back of the Will Call line. “Funny, that sounds like Frodo”, I think to myself, and then I turn my head and, well what do ya know, Elijah Wood is standing right there.
Later on, we go into the building, and got pretty good seats, near the front. Elijah Wood was standing right there, 5 rows in front of me, at the railing around the stage.
It was my birthday, so I was feeling ambitious. With my sister, I get a pen from the man at the counter and went up to the spot where he is standing, talking to some people he came with. Then, when they stopped talking for a moment, my sister and I barge through, rather rudely, and she’s like, “I apolgize for interrupting, but it’s my little sister’s birthday,”
And she holds out the pen and my ticket stub. And he smiles and is like,” oh yeah,of course,” and he hands me his beer to hold and asks me my name and says happy birthday,and signs my ticket stubb. and coincidently, he told me it was his birthday the next day, so I said thanks and happy birthday (all the while grinning like a maniac) and then leave. so yeah. I got to have a 20-secind conversation with him.
It wasnt super a crazy thing to do, expet that it felt like it at the time because we had to barge through a ton of people to do it.
Mer…w/ comment 49. …I totally know how you feel, and going to a school with other kids is agonizing for me. Hang in there! And don’t feel bad, you’re definitely not the only one.
’tis why I love MuseBlog so much, even though I’ve only been here for a day…you kids are brilliant…and you’re probably younger than me…
And emogrl, that Mary Had A Little Lamb arrangement sounds awesome!
My friend and I coloured our hair today in choir. With Sharpies. And we go to a wanna-be-snobby school that doesn’t allow fake colouration in hair…so we had to put sweaters over our heads for the rest of the day.
My hair is cool. It’s like…turquiose, blue, and purple on one side and green, aqua, yellow, and orange on the other.
Yay! I hope my dad doesn’t kill me. ^_^
hahaha. yeah, this blog is great…this is what? my third day? would adding “lol” here be too cliche?
it rocks, though, because my mother is slightly crazy and this is the fifth time i’ve had to switch schools since kindergarden. being unusually shy and quiet (in person, not online…), it’s a bit hard. i don’t have many friends. especially because this is my sophomore year and everyone’s already bonded. i was at a different school for 7th-9th grade….at one school for grades 2,3,5,and 6. another for kindergarden, 1st, and 4th grade (it was a publick school filled mostly with preps/plastics/barbies and they hated me.) and three preschools. and my parents wonder why i do not have much of a social life. especially now that they have begun to limit my computer time….
but i’m in chorus and in a science club with the other dorks like me…
RELATIVEY FRIENDLESS YET HIGHLY INTELLIGENT LONERS OF THE WORLD (AND SPECIFICALLY MUSE-DOM) UNITE!!
Wow. I can’t believe this place is real! Lol, okay, so I’m a newb, but who cares?
Gradster1
P.S. Did anybody think that that factoid on Bo’s page a while back was as awesome as I did? (or maybe an article) The one about the person- no, it was fan mail! Yeah, that was it. Anyway, the person who can taste the colors they see and stuff? That one? Whatever, just me being me…
58- hahaha i used to do that in latin class
80
Dang, How Do ya do a bug eyed face?
64, that should be in the HG2MB section, if you haven’t figured that out already.
And Frankenfaerie/Gradster1, I’ve been in too many schools as well, all of which I had few friends in. I can’t believe this site is real either, I love almost everyone here already. O_O;
I be uber shy in person, but talk far too much on the internet.
-sighs- I talk way too much in this section, but I just remembered what was pretty much the most awesome afternoon ever.
I went to a choir competition once, and was hanging out on the top of a flight of stairs with three of my friends. We were very bored, and decided to wave at every person who walked by. Well, most people ignored us or gave us disapproving looks, but two guys laughed and walked up the stairs! So we hung out for the rest of the day, and they were hilarious. The one kid kept going up to random people and saying “I’ve been sober for three hours now!” or ” Can I have some food?”
And then…we were cruelly parted…but the moral of the story is, be insanely friendly and it might pay off. Or you might get carted off to jail, but it MIGHT pay off!
lyra…did you get that name from his dark materials trilogy? i love those books!
this blog is so surreal. wow. i actually fit in here. and it’s a good thing!!!!!!
I don’t like people who arent very smart either. It gets on my nerves. Luckily, my friends are as smart as me and we regularly talk about things like pi, kleptomania, and world domination. Plus Pretty Little Agnes.
Neither do I like people who always have their mouths open like they’re too weak to close their jaws. It just bugs me. I dunno why.
68-i must concur. annoyingly over-talkative people are also annoying. as are those who never cease to point out the blatantly obvious…most of my friends (ok, so there are, um, 10? half don’t go to my school…) are at the same intelligence level as i.
My friends and I (proper ENGLISH, it’s killing me!!!!!) talk about pi and world domination, too!
I am memorizing pi – I’m up to about 20 #s 3.14159265358979323846…
And for my crazy deed of the week…
(trumpet fanfare, drum roll)
-going to school!!!
this isn’t really a CrAzY storie but o vell
one time my friend & me sat on our horses, pecos & lilbro, for like three hours passing this idea of mine about. eventually it ended up in this creative writing contest w/ me as author and my friend as co-author (because it was my idea). this is vaguely wot it sounded like:
so pretty much this kid is a comeplete greenhorn. ok lets make it a boy then. they aren’t as in to horses. so lets say hes riding for the 1st time.
wot if he mounted and the horse took off while he only was half on?
YeAh good idea. only how bout he mounted backwards and the horse took off but stayed on?
and then, mabye the horse jumped the arena fence cos it was low & he flew off?
and like, landed on this hunter-jumper horse and he was all screeming and the horse thot he wanted him to run…
and started going reeeeally really really fast and somehow this guy stayed on the whole day and everybody was chasing this hunter-jumper cos hed gone thru a fence
and so the horse keeps going and goes into a wood, and the kid gets stuck up a tree!!! and like…. uuuum…..
he sees this moose! a bull!!! and he gets all scared and climbs higher!!!!!!
and ((no really this is great)) he gets picked up by pegasus!!!! and pegasus flies him to his nest
but on the way hes attacked by a harpie and the kid gets dropped!!
and he gets hung up on a flag pole!!!!! yah!!! and these skool teachers try to get him down but he gets sucked thru a wormhole!!!!!!!!!!! and gets transported to the world of the….. uuuuhh…….
the world of the shark-riders ((whatever they are)) and they teach him how to ride whale sharks and he gets to be a prince and that….
but he gets kidnapped by these ebil little crabby-things, and they start to fatten him up so they can boil him and eat him!!!
only they dont reallize he isn’t a shark-rider, but a human so he doesn’t boil right……….
and on and on and on…….
one short overly used term to describe my life: random
yeah, i moved 2 yrs ago, before 9th grade (i believe im the oldest person here so far). i actually hav a lot of friends at skool, but… well, only at skool. no one calls me or anything, or when they do theyre just like “hi. do you have so+so’s phone #? thanks, bye.”
i was relly shy right after i moved, but after i saw that it was ruining any chance of a social life, i decided to be the random spaz that i was before moving, + not worry about what other ppl thought. dont pie me for saying this, but honestly, trying to be someone besides yourself (which i tried to do for over a year!) will only ruin your life.
ok, if you must pie me, i luv pecan pie, so make it that
my stupidest moment is when i was drinking coke through a licorice straw and i dropped the straw in the can. then i tried to get the straw out by repeatedly sticking my finger in the can, which made me cut my finger on the sharp edge of the part you drink through. i ended up with a whole bunch of cuts an my fingers. i know i’m stupid sometimes.
its 9:30 and the thing says 11 something. i’m on weird time hehehe
well, this didn’t happen to me, but here goes: I was watching this show called Maximum Exposure: The world Dumbest Guys. It was showing this clip about a guy who was going to jump from one tree to another. Here is his safety aquippment: A hat, Gloves, sunglasses, boots, and clothes. Before he jumps, he says out loud, “This is going to be tough, I have a pretty unsturdy liftoff here.” I mean, how dumb is that!!! By the way, he misses the tree, falls 40 feet, and dislocates his leg.
one night at camp we slept out right. and i have this tendency to walk with a light step, and i snuk? snuc? snuck? (what ever!) up behind this bunch of girls and growled. and not a cheesy growl either, this is like one of those you get deep down in your throwt? throught? (what ever!) and scared the living something out of them! Of course I probably put myself at more of a risk since 1) it was girls i scared and 2) i was running away in pitch black near a cliff, but i still got a lot of laughs out of it!
It’s a losing battle on this side of the Atlantic, but the proper past tense of “sneak” is sneaked. “Snuck” started out as American regional (i.e., hick) English, then turned into joke English, and now is becoming standard. I’m generally fond of irregular tenses and plurals, but this one’s a johnny-come-lately. I’m agin’ it.
My sister and I took our dogs (zomg, pink bunny attack) on a walk today, along a busy road. We were both dressed in black, and large chunks of my hair are unusual colours. That would probably be enough to merit some stares, but we were also both singing songs from Oliver in high falsettos, at the top of our lungs. Since it’s a nice day and many people’s windows were open, I’m sort of surprised that we weren’t arrested.
Just another story in the annals of Lyra’s Cuh-ray-zee deeds.
Speaking of pi (if anybody was, and if not well than i am) sarah h. had the most amazing pi shirt ever but i must go eat my pie now (haha lame pun, no really i have pie awaiting) so yeah bye
I can do the first eighty digits. What did the shirt say?
And speaking of shirts, I saw one once that said “25% of human genomes are the same as those of a banana. (banana pic) Get over yourself.”
my chem teacher had a t-shirt that said “mole. not the animal.” on the front, and “6.02×10^23” on the back
ummm
3.1425926535897932386428….
My math teacher is ramping up to pi day. Shes wearing a pi shirt everyday. Some of them have pretty lame puns on them.
hehe i remember chemistry- well some of it anyway. for some reason, we spent a day of that class talking about exactly how big a mole of marshmallows would be… then we put a peep in a bell jar… ah the memories
Right since i’m currently at a grammar block i shall tell you people more about my insane skool days last year. i’ll tell u about my math teacher.
Last year we had closed lunch. which sucked btw. (yes this does relate to my math teacher. Hang on.) We had to either stay in the cafeteria w/noisy, food-throwing idiots, or go to the gym and watch jocks and wanna-be jocks throw balls at each other (and be in constant danger of being hit) Neither of these were appealing to us, nor were the options of throwing food, throwing basketballs (we occaisionally did when it got warm enough to go outside to the less-used courts, but in the gym? Pah!), flirting (bleh), or talking. Talking was the most appealing to us, but it was impossible in both places, due to noise and flying balls. Unfortunately, as i have already mentioned, the hallways were not open to us. Legally anyway. And there were teachers roaming there. So one day somebody (it might’ve been alicia, or maybe sam) hit upon the idea of denton’s room (denton was math teacher). So after that, we would go to denton’s room after lunch (she always ate out) and talk there, where we could make our own noise. We had a close shave with a random teacher after maybe three weeks to a month, after which we posted a guard. A month or two of happy bliss went by, and we got cocky and removed said guard. Then one day, denton got back early and found us. Fortunately for us, denton was a frood who could see that we weren’t damaging or even using anything in the room, just talking, but the fact remained, we would lose the dear old room forever. Well, except for math class. And for me+rach, after skool before jazz band. But gone were the blissful after-lunch meetings. Actually, it’s quite amazing that we didn’t even get SRC (our skool’s messed up type of detention) or anything. All hail denton for that. Right. Well, this story shows her hoopiness, now on to the inside jokes. Not nearly as many as teer (aaah teer…fly by the seat of your pants teer. It’s quite the experience. lol) but still present. The most famous being the Fish. Denton had a few goldfish in a tank, and after skool while waiting for jazz band to start, racheal and i would come in, talk, draw on the boards, etc. During this time, we made repeated offers to denton to babysit her fish for “only” 10 bucks an hour. Unfortunately for us, she refused every time. It became a regular joke. “babysit the fish” or “10 bucks an hour” became phrases that would cause us to inexplicably (to others anyway) crack up hysterically.
Well, that’s denton then. Next up-Smith *groan*
this is kinda off subject, but today i heard about this guy who tried to cross an 8-lane freeway. which was full of speeding cars. he got hit by one car, didn’t die, kept going, and got hit by 3 more cars. he’s dead now.
I hope he didn’t have any kids to pass his geins onto. Darwin. Have you ever hear or read that book? It’s about stupid people who get themselves killed, and it links to darwins theory of survival of the fittest and evolution. HAAAA, It’s really kinda funny, though I feel sorry for the stupid people in it.:mrgreen:
I saw it. There were these dumb guys who tried to do rodeo on a stag and it gored them and trampled them to death. And some person who repaired his leaking boat with duct tape. And people who were riding on top a a house being transferred, and they pushed aside a wet electric cable with a metal pole. Smart, eh?
question:
has anyone else held a 1/4 full water bottle up to their ear (flat side of bottle to head) and rocked their head from side to side so the water sloshes around in the bottle?
it’s actually pretty cool sounding.
yea.
Five words and a smily:
I tried that, Flying Circus, as soon as I read your post. It is cool sounding. And go Denton! That’s extremely hoopy. A frood who knows where her towel is. I read during lunch. And I love food fights. Sigh.
I heard about the guy who put a lobster in his pants pocket, and the two thieves in Australia who tried to push the door labeled “Pull” for about ten minutes (people inside watching these two guys with masks and guns and calling the police) then promptly got themselves killed by a car. And how Ozzy Osbourne bit the head off a live bat thrown on stage, said he thought it was fake, and got taken to a hospital with suspected rabies. There are two questions I want the answer to-who is throwing a live bat on the stage (this is Blizzard of Oz, but still)? and why is Ozzy Osbourne biting things’ heads off, because people like me, with bats in the belfry, want to know why he’s so against bats. Hmph.
Random Comment That Cannot Be Suppressed:
Go Newbies! Yay For Us!
Yay for Socially Akward Intelligent People!
Yay for People Who Read During Lunch!
Self esteem is, as we know, very important. Or something.
Well, this didn’t happen to me, but one of my friends electrified her braces in fourth grade. The teacher told everyone to try to light a bulb “creatively” and passed out batteries, wires, and lightbulbs. My friend twisted the wire around the bulb and attatched one end to her braces. She then attached another wire to the same and connected the contact points on the battery, thus forming a complete circuit. “It really hurt” she said “but the bulb lit up”
91- YAY!
(and yay for people who eat in the library during lunch)
ouch… Kinda like that potato man who tried it thru both ears.
I had just gotten back from performing a ten-minute play, and even though it had been really short, I was really happy, so here’s what I did: It was in the middle of winter, but I flung my coat to the ground (I was in a tank top), took my shoes off (I was now barefoot, no socks), hung one on my ear and kissed the other (afterwards flinging it about a yard away), and did a maniac dance jumping back and forth over my coat. I kept this up for fifteen minutes until I noticed that my feet had picked up all the dirt from the sidewalk, and remembering that my parents would not be too happy about me bringing some native soil for the vampires to sleep in in my footprints, I put my shoes back on (I had to hop to the one I kissed), picked up my coat, and went inside.
sounds pretty sweet
#92: whoa, ouch! you could actually do that?
one time my friend had this club where we just basically thought of a ton of strange dare-type thingies, + then went to a public place + carried them out. one time @ the mall, we:
-glued quarters to the floor
-played hopscotch in front of hollister
-bought underwear @ tj maxx + paid for it w/ pennies
-went back to hollister + sang choir musik
yeah i know im an odd one
By request.
I was at the HBP midnight release with two of my friends, and we were unreasonably tired and reading children’s books. Suddenly, I noticed a suspicious looking rice Krispie with purple and yellow frosting shaped into a lightning bolt on the self. After screeching and throwing it at each other, I decided to take up my own dare, adn, well, have a piece.
Understand, the thing looked horrible. It tasted alright, but who KNOWS where it came from. One of my friends had a bit too.
I had a small stomach ache afterward though! xD
If she had written to the Darwin awards, she probahbly would have gotten an Honorable Mention like those two teenagers who tried to paddle a bathtub across a canal in winter. When water splashed in over the sides, they decided to let it out…by pulling the plug!!! I wouild like to meet those people and see thier IQ Scores.
My friend and I used to play a betting game by my pool in January. The basic rules were, put quarters/candy/leaves/pebbles/other random types of currnency into the a central pot and who ever jumps the water in the most times in one minute/ does th most laps gets to keep all of it. Then we would run inside a thaw, and then we would come out and do it again.
Ahh, the happy days of pointless, pain causing childhood games.
I once organised a midnight picnic in a cave. It wasn’t intended to go on till midnight, but all the wood we could forage was damp, and it took us ages to get the fire lit. By then it was dark, and it wasn’t easy to cook stew by firelight and newspaper flares. Luckily, Captain Pellew had peeled the carrots in the last of the daylight, so there were no veggie-related injuries. Having scoffed the stew and brewed up a nice cup of tea, we packed everything up, put the fire out, tidied the cave, and set out back along the path to the car, about half a mile away. It was then totally dark, and we couldn’t see anything underfoot. We found the car largely by feel, and by taking bearings on the tiny patches of sky that still showed a glimmer through the trees. It was fun, though. Must do it again.
Here’s a recent crazy deed. My mom and I were trying to find veterinary journal articles online for a research paper I’m doing on raw dog diets. (For dogs, not made of dogs. Ever heard of the BARF diet?) Anyway, there was this one site which had articles from lots o’ journals except, of course, you had to subcribe. There was, however, a seven day trial which was free. So, we impersonated Dorcas Yester. Dorcas was just a simple woman, trying to educate her family. Alas, she discovered, after recording an array of fictional facts about herself, that it was one of those things where you have to contact them after the trial or else they’ll start charging you.
lets see . . . . crazy things, crazy things . . . well, there was the time at girl scouts where my friend and i were making up these weird futures for my other friend.
then there was this field trip to philadelphia last year where my friend kim was flirting with this guy named aaron and she dragged me along and it SUCKED but it was awesome too.
i used to stick poetry in library books.
once in sixth grade i was ten minutes late for geography because i was helping my friend at her locker
I like spelunking. Once at camp I fell off a boat. It was really windy, I was sitting on the bow, and I tossed into the brine. It was a lake, so I guess there wouldn’t be brine, so into the water I went. Anyway, I screamed, yelled, lost my hankie, and about fifteen minutes later someone noticed I was gone and threw a rope to me. Luckily I was wearing a lifejacket.
Then there was the time I recited “I Sat Belonely” by John Lennon instead of saying grace. I shocked everyone ten directions from Tuesday. I encourage everyone to memorize some poems. It can be very useful when you want to distract a claustrophobic in an elevator or something. Or just prattle. Or show off. Or any number of uses.
101- That sounds like fun!
one time i heard a news story about a robber breaking into a store that exclusively sold security cameras
Oh. I thought it was a gun shop with six plainclothes policemen and an armed clerk.
When I was in Peru, I made the mistake of accepting an “Amazonian stomach cure” from the guide, who was fond of practical jokes. I think it was because I drank the water there and had run out of TUMS. Anyhoo, it turned out to be rum and ginger. I could no longer feel my stomach-but at least it didn’t hurt anymore!
Someone at my camp switched the water in our punch for gin. We were pretty far gone when I spotted the mistake. OK, I drank soda. But I tasted some punch, and it was as spiked as Billy Zoom’s mohawk.
you people have pretty strange lives. mostly if i haven’t read a 100-post-or-more thread, i give it up for dead. but i had to read this one. lets see…. i think i’ve metioned that my left arm belongs to libby, and all of the things that have been written on it. people also write on my shoes. lessee…. dum da dum.. lunch… science… i think ive metioned everythng. wait-
on thursday, before our om competition (whic we did not win, by the way. we got 4th place. :cry:) we were doing our last-minute fix-everything which is usually done friday night and up until the early hours of the morning, but we were busy friday, and lots of us were sick. anyway, 4 of us were fixing a costume, and i started singing phantom of the opera music, and everybody also started singing it, at top of their lungs. and some other songs too. then somebody randomly started singing the llama song, and 3 of us joined in. we only knew about half the words, and sang “llama llama mmmmm-hm-hm nah nah llama..” in the verses we didn’t know. when we started over from the begininng, the forth guy (he was the only guy in six- kind of sounds like the museblog, doesn’t it?) was like “What the ****!” and we were like “language, language!” okay, OK, it was funny at the time.
mrm… i need to do more crazy deeds… what could i do?
wait! i could call robert!
*dials number*
answering machine: You have reached the home of The Great and Powerful Administrator, also sometimes known as Robert Coontz. At the moment I’m busy moderating the internet comments of a group of teenagers who may present a potential threat to society, and reporting on their activities to the FBI. I may also be eating, sleeping, or working, but I don’t spend much time doing that anymore. If you leave a message, I might get back too you in between granting their frivolous requests. If you are a Museblogger, and have finally tracked me down, don’t bother, because I have moved to Wales. *beep*
Em: hello. this is em-
gapa: *disconnects phone*
Wots his phone number? Or, if he deletes it can you tell me wot state he lives in yes i know i should know by now but i dont so could someone plase tell me how about you, Robert, or maybe Rosanne and where does she live anyway im pretty sure they dont live in Ill because then they would be in my phonebook and as far as i know there not and dont you all just love run on sentences?
once, I reached for the paranha that flopped off my hook into the bottom of the river boat (all the little kids who had climbed the tree above us to watch the crazy gringa try to fish with A hook and line in the Amazon.) I almost lost a finger. Smart, huh? those little jerks (the fish, I mean) really can bite. even though I pulled my hand back, it started to chew on the wood of the boat. No one wanted to touch it, so we all stared at it for a while before some French-Canadian guy who had tagged along swore and dropped a rock on it.
Really? did you sereously go to the Amazon? If so, Awsome!
I went to this mountain rainforest lodge on australia. There are the things called cathedral trees, which arent really trees but are the resolt of a type of fig vine completely covering a tree until it strangles it. The tree dies and rots away and all that is left is the vine, still in the shape of the tree (by this time the vine is quite old so it is as thick and sturdy as regular wood). I found one particular cathedral tree that had an opening in the bottom so i crawled inside and climbed up, like you might in a chimney. I didnt get very far up, (like 10 feet at most) but it was pretty cool. There were a lot of openings so I could look out form the inside of the tree into the forest.
Guys, just in case you haven’t noticed, no one has written since yesterday. Come on guys, get with the program. Ok, my crazy thing happened only yesterday. You know how some roads have enourmous steep drops, well the road was icy and we slip off the road. we flipped over a sighn and almost hit a coral. And the crazy thing was, I started laughing. it was really wierd .
Ok, em?(109) did the answering machine really and truthfully say that? If it really did say that, it really was a crazy thing to say that!
113: was it infested with blood-sucking termites? did it fall down? Hollow trees are ultra-awesome, but i dont see how climbing in one would count as insane
112: yes. I have the blowgun to prove it (It’s only a little one though…I had a bigger one that I bought from a Yaki man, but we made the mistake of thelling Customs it was a blowgun without the darts, instead of lying and saying it was a cane, and they confiscated it) HEY!!! THREAD IDEA!!!!! A THREAD ABOUT HOW STUPID TSA IS!!!!
109- how did you obtain his #?
Maybe she lives in the same area.
One time my freind took me and another kid out to a baeball game, and we had really good seat, like front row. Anyways, we started sneezing at every pitch. It was like the middle of the game and it was 0 to 0. They were fake sneezed, but still. In the two inning we sneezed, we scored 7 points, and teh other team scored none. After that, it was a lame game. Someone said we were on TV, but I wouldn’t consider him credible.
there was a bug
a ladybug
in the toilet
floating on its back
i flushed the toilet
how sad
THIS ISNT EVEN REMOTELY IDIOTIC WHY AM I POSTING THIS
THATS WANTON LUNACY
comparable to the time i told my brother to run thru the house shouting stop the war. ipromised him i’d play a game of chess with him hasnt happened yet
the chess game not the shouting
no, i didn’t call him. i don’t even remember the number. but it should say that. robert lives in northern virginia. rosanne lives in california. i also happened to live in north va, so i looked him up in the phonebook, just for fun. it’s probably him, unless his number’s unlisted. and im not going to tell you what it is anyway. everyone deserves some privacy.
i know it too. Haha!
How come everyone here seems to live in New England. Any South Easterners? Like Me?
DUDE!!! I’M ON A WHOLE DIFFERENT COAST!!!!!!!
IN FACT, I’M IN THE ONLY STATE NAMED AFTER A PRESIDENT!!!!!!!
When Lewis and Clark got here, they HATED it. In fact, thier clothes rotted. typical of our rainy climate. In fact, they’re lucky a volcano didn’t erupt on them.
HEHEHEHEHEHEEEE
Boom.
Wait. I did’nt mean our clothes rot. That would just be gross.
Any south westerners? Like me? Kokopellis’s Birthplace!
no im from the midwest (i do not live in kansas i am not even close to kansas or any of the states that border it) anyone else?
I live in Arizona. Am I allowed to say that? Oh well, I did, and I bet no stalkers will ever find me.
as far as crazy goes heres 1 4 the record:
i needed to cross the street, but no one would wait for the poor pedestrian so i took matters into my own hands. i ran across the street and nearly got ran over by a car. the look on that ladys face… well… it was asking me why i did it. oh well im still here but im terrified of crossing the street. i wont do that again!
hahahahahaahaha its back to terrorize you all with boringly rabid comments
Jadestone lives in Ill. And she has done many crazy things.
Rabid? But don’t rabid things need to foam at the mouth, get crazy looks in their eyes, and run around like crazy? And as most pansies I know don’t have either mouths, eyes, or legs to run around with, I assume that you are not a pansy as refering to the flower. What kind of pansy are you, please?
maybe a dog named pansy? i dont live in Ill
(123) did you use the internet, or the phone book? because i think you have to know the city or something to find it on the web.
I live in canada
Fun. I like Canada. CAN-A-DA ooo thats fun to say too Canadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanadacanada
Whew…
I remember a really old song that went
C-A-N-A-D-A, lalalalala something or other, that’s all I remember.
I saw a rabid squirrel once. It ran arounandaroundandaround and then went smack into this giant redwood tree that had just popped up out of nowhere.
popped out of no where? A GIANT REDWOOD TREE?????????
do you live in California?
Maybe it just popped out of nowhere for the squirrel, seeing as he was rabid.
Well, I remember last year, in my first year of High school, I did one of the stupidest things ever. You see, there are three of us in my little groupe, there’s me (called Whitefire by the others), Whitewater, and Whitewind. (You don’t even want to know where those names came from.) Any way, we go to a boarding school, right, so it was a Sunday at about 3:30am when we did this prank. Whitewind had somehow or another gotten ahold of one of those helium tanks like you use to fill baloons with. And I had figuered out a way to get into this supply closet that had an airing vent that lead to the boys dormitory. And Whitewater had rigged this thingy that would disable the automatic off switch on the helium tank. The plan was that we would stick the tank in the airing vent and turn it on, then Viola! the boys all speak chipmonk for a few days! The plan was goofproof. Whitewind and Whitewater would keep watch whist I did the dirty work. So I get the thing turned on and into the vent, but then I hear sombody comming. Whitewind runs past the door on her way to hide and hisses for me to stay put. So I did. It took whoever it was about five mins. to get far enough away for us to come out of hiding and rush back to the dorm.
As soon as we’re safe I say, “Phew! That was close!” except that I don’t soud at all like me. ‘Cause guess what? I didn’t turn off the gass when I had to stay in the closet! I was mortified! Whitewind and Whitewater found it hilarious. The effects didn’t wear off for about 36 hours! I had to go too all my classes that day, sounding like a squrill on crack. And of course, when they found the tank they knew it was me and I got detention. The worst part was that it didn’t even work on the boys. It would seem that their dorm was too far down the airing vent for the helium to travel.
Still, in retrospect it’s kinda funny.
I also might metion tha Whitewater has this rather disturbing tendancy to act insane at radom people. It became a game for us. Whenever we’re not in shcool, like during the summer, we have a compitition to see who can freak out the most people. S Whitewater shuffles down the street ranting at the top of her voice about the end of the world, and for added wierdness, french fries. Then if anyone asks her if she’s alright, or even looks at her she starts laughing hystaricly. If she’s realy going for it, she puts on her moms old harlaquin costume when she goes out to do this. She’s scared the bejeebers out of uncountable six-year-olds that way.
Whitefire, that’s some crazy stuff! Remindes me of when I went to this one camp over the summer. They have this huge bay window, and my friends and I would shout down to the people below. We’d have them spinning around, wondering if it really was the voice of God, or their “Inner Frat boy”. LOLOL (Sighssss) good times, good times…
Did I fail to mention that the bay window is on the top floor of the activity barn? We called it the loft seeing as how that’s actually what it was, and there was a lot of comfy sofas and chairs.
Can you please get a new name, Whitefire? I kinda feel like you’re copying off of me, even though I know you aren’t.
How bout white water. Just the opposit.
I haven’t done anything crazy lately. Hmm. I’ll have to work on that.
My friends and I made up a song we call “Le chaison de Charbonneau”, about the mean French guy on the Lewis and Clark Expedition (it goes to the tune of “Somebody told me”) and once I sang it in the hallway at our (135 person) school. Now all the fifth graders are after me to sing it to them.
It is’nt exactly aproppriate for thier delicate little ears…
140 + 141=
NOooooo…
I do not live in california.
I live in the only state named after a President.
i passed my physics test! thats insane!
I sing songs in the hallway too. Mostly Wicked ones, but occasionally things that no one else knows or that I make up.
Me too! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay for me!
my friend and i sing the chorus songs all the time in the hall…there is one that goes “bum–bidi–bum–bidi-bidi-bidi–bum–bidi–bum–bidi-bidi-bidi-bummmmmm”
and one from the lotr soundtrack thats in gaelic….milton rupines would be ashamed……
my friends + me did the gospel dance during a french song in choir the other day
HI!!!!!!
hola!
When our class went to the informatics library nearby…
We asked the info guy to enter “Charbonneau ” into his special little modified google thingie. Everyone in the class went INsane, and started chanting for the charbonneau song…
the guy thought they wanted him to search for it on the thingie…
It came up with the notice
“Charbonneau Song” could not be found
Needless to say, it was complete pandemonium.
What’s the Charbonneau Song?
check post # 149
Le chanson du Charbonneau needs to be sun by ronni the rappin research rat. We should create a LePage song…(i’m sorry, you guys have another Lewis and Clark freak on your hands) did you know that in an interview, lewis said that Jean baptiste LePage was of no particular merit? you can see the quote at Fort Clatsop, if you can go there…hmmm
somebody told me…
At a certain trip to a university Library (…ahem ötzi) I yelled that i was pregnant at the top of my lungs and then that I had an abortion. i would say that’s a random act of lunacy
Dude. You’ll scare all the nice bloggers.
And the moderators-the almioghty GAPAs- will smite you into a small pile of computer chips.
What tune should we use for lePage???
Wait. He doesn’t get a song.
He’s of no particular merit.
There was also a William and a Willum.
xD ah, yes. and i was one of the creators of ‘You’re a Jack Rabbit’, along with Shanto. it’s to the tune of Nirvana. Avocado’s the other one. and i made the second verse of ‘Wreck the Walls with Cows on Harleys’
you can use the “meet the flintstones” tune. that one works for just about everything. and if you’re feeling especially annoying, “it’s a small world”
I made up a song once.
Hey, question: Back when there was a fan mail page, i would write letters and get them posted on that. Does that count for anything? Am i really a long lost generation 0? Most likely not. But then one day i couldnt find the fan mail page. Probably when you guys were putting his up. So i sorta los intrest…Yep thats my atention span for ya. What thred am i on anyway? *checks* Oh. Crazy deeds. Well, one on the fan page someone posted “Flaming Rabid Squirles Are Eating My Tounge.” Any of you? Ther was one girl who liked griffens, i remember…..
Maybe you are a Zero, after all! Why don’t you try to find yourself in the Gaboomba archives?
Okay!!!! Fun!
Sorry thats from me. Anyway, i looked, but i think the last time i sent a mesage to the Fan mail was about two years ago. I have been getting muse for about three years, and about six months after geting it i came to the muse website. I sent an e-mail. It went somthing like this…
Hi! I like muse. I havent been getting it for long, but enjoy it immencely. I was inspired to get it by my friend Lianna, who as been geting muse for a lot longer than i have. I would like to see an article, or maybe even a whole issue on mythacal creatures. Esspescally dragons. Though I agree with (someone who’s name I can no longer remember), griffens are very cool. (Followed by a few other things that I can’t remember)
And I also remember (exactly) what whoever the moderater back then was wrote back to me:
Hey(my name)! There was allready an article on dragons in the LOTR issue, or did you yust want more?
To which I replyed:
Sadly, I did not learn about muse in time to recive the LOTR issue. But more on dragons would also be nice…
And I can’t remember what other stuff I wrote back then. So sad. I don’t know my own generation.
Hello! I can’t think of any recent Crazy Deeds, but there are very many. Oh! Wait for it………….. Nope. I got nothin’.
So what am I?! *wais pitiously*
My friend and I used to play this old computer game: Streets of Sim City, and one of the cheat code was sampo which gave you $999999. Well we were playing with his LEGOs and his group kept getting all these cool gadgets, and I asked him where they got them from and he said “Uncle Sampo!” Who’s Uncle Sampo I asked him. “Uhhhhh…… Our SPONSER! Yeah! That’s it.” Okay, I said satisfied.
I guess it would help to note that we were doing a sort of role play with the LEGOs.
Another act of idocy rather than lunacy was that I got a computer game simply assuming that it would work on my computer. Turns out I have an incompatable processer: a Duron. While the game needs an AMD. C’est la vie!
i ♥ legos.
that brings up fond memories of preeschool….well one of my preschools, anyway.
i was that weird kid who bit the heads off of barbie dolls (as my one friend never ceases to remind me) and made lego metropolises. those lego people were the best….actually i think i have the harry potter lego castle…the original one! yay!
did any of you build things out of those HUGE BRICKS and/or GIANT LEGOS (which were actually the empty containers of wipe-ees)? my cities were inhabited by plastic dinosaurs!
back in those days, people used to think that my sister and i were twins. blind olde people still do. so i gave up trying to convince them otherwise:
olde person: are you two twins?
my sis: yes!
me: i’m older, though! by sixteen whole months!
(ok not really but it has a nice effect)
olde person: *drools*…?
that’s always fun.
I once went on this other website, and on their board (like an instant reply blog) I read this post called “101 Ways to get Kicked Out Of ***-****” (The stars being a well-known store, but I want my pants still on; I don’t want them sued off of me)
Anyway, the list soon extended to over 101. One more memorable idea was to do this: Once the store loudspeaker comes on, collapse on the floor, twitch around, and scream: “Oh, the voices, the voices have found me again!
Another idea was to place women products in “surprising” places (shopping carts, toy aisles, men’s bathrooms, etc.)
This is not something I have actually done that is crazy, but close. Zoink!
Hey, is it just me, or is the insanity thread a whole lot longer than other saner ones?
Is it hot topic?
I wonder if this counts as Lunacy?
a couple of days ago, I was sitting in class watching a feature length historical movie called Amistad, which happens to be about the Amistad.
Anyway, as one of the Lawyers (NOT my ancestor, another one…John Quincy Adams, I think) said
“If Cinque were white, he would have books filled with his life story, he would be commemerated and celebrated, he would have lessons taught about him and his name would be as well known among the schoolchildren as that of Patrick Henry!”
Right after he said that, I burst out with
“Who’s Patrick Henry?”
It was perfectly placed, just beautiful. Everyone turned around and looked at me. The teacher sighed. We all giggled.
(being obsessed with history, i knew who Patrick Henry was already)
WAIT! I KNOW WHICH STORE!!!!
BEST BUY?
175- the wal-mart list?
cinque? is that how you spell it? wow. amistad was such a sad movie.
honestly, did anyone bother to count the stars and note the hyphen?
What? Oh. I think it was Wal-Mart.
This isn’t actually something I did, but my dad and my cousin did…
My cousin was in the hospital because he had to get his leg amputated (mh long story, but he’s 11 and it sucks.) but anyway, at the hospital someone brought Will (my cousin) these firecracker things that have the gunpowder or whatever in the middle and strings on both sides, and when you pull on the strings, they pop and make a loud noise. So they attached one end to the wall and the other to his hospital bed, and when the orderlies came in to move the bed, it made this really loud sound and sparks and stuff, and gave several people “quite a start.” …_> yeah. It’s sort of bittersweet, when you think about it. -sigh-
175- Its Wall Mart. Ive seen the list. I personaly like the one where you curl up into a ball and say “Not the voices again, oh no not the voices!” Every time someone says somthing like “Bread shortage in asle 4” over the loud speaker.
And the one where you hide in the clothing racks and say stuff to people when they walk by.
and the one where you camp out in one of the display tents
Yeah…*sighs*
i hate wal-mart
wal-mart. not cool. i copied the following from an e-mail i recieved:
For all of you who shop at Wal-Mart because it is the cheapest store around…
In 2003, sales associates, the most common job in Wal-Mart, earned on average $8.23 an hour for annual wages of $13,861.The 2003 poverty line for a family of three was $15,260. [“Is Wal-Mart Too Powerful?â€, Business Week, 10/6/03]
A 2003 wage analysis reported that cashiers, the second most common job, earn approximately $7.92 per hour and work 29 hours a week. This brings in annual wages of only $11,948. [“Statistical Analysis of Gender Patterns in Wal-Mart’s Workforceâ€, Dr. Richard Drogin 2003]
In other words, Wal-mart pays its employees so little that they are destined to be below the poverty line. AND Wal-mart can afford to increase wages. Wal-mart is becoming too powerful.
Wal-Mart can cover the cost of a dollar an hour wage increase by raising prices a half penny per dollar. For instance, a $2.00 pair of socks would then cost $2.01. This minimal increase would annually add up to $1,800 for each employee. [Analysis of Wal-Mart Annual Report 2005]
Wal-mart is also paying to keep all of their illegal activites very hush-hush.
As of the printing of their 2005 Annual Report, Wal-Mart faced 44 wage and hour lawsuits. Major law-suits have either been won or are working their way through the legal process in states such as California, Indiana, Minnesota, New Jersey, Oregon, and Washington. [Wal-Mart Annual Report 2005]
Wal-Mart was recently ordered by courts to pay up to 120 workers in Gallup, New Mexico and 400 workers in 27 stores in Oregon for violating wage and hour laws.
In 2002, statisticians estimated Wal-Mart shortchanged its Texas workers $150 million over four years by regularly not paying them for working through their 15-minute breaks. [Sources include Associated Press, “Federal Jury Finds Wal-Mart Guilty in Overtime Pay Case,” Chicago Tribune, Business 3, 12/20/03 and Steven Greenhouse, “Suits Say Wal-Mart Forces Workers to Toil Off the Clock,†New York Times, A1, 6/25/02)]
One week of time records from 25,000 employees in July 2000 found 1,371 instances of minors working too late, during school hours, or for too many hours in a day. There were 60,767 missed breaks and 15,705 lost meal times. [Steven Greenhouse, “Suits Say Wal-Mart Forces Workers to Toil Off the Clock,†New York Times, A1, 6/25/02]
Why should you care? Because when there is less money going to families, there is less money going to the community. Less money in the community leads to more crime. Not only that, but Wal-mart is stealing jobs from Americans. If Wal-Mart were an individual economy, it would rank as China’s eight-biggest trading partner, ahead of Russia, Australia and Canada.
Pass this along. Boycott Wal-mart, because the High Cost of Low Prices is too much!!
e-mail it to your friends/address book members and call it “the high cost of low prices”
where is everyone?
Out performing new crazy deeds to rant about.
Erm…I haven’t really done anything crazy recently…i was pretty much living dead all day today (SO tired *snore*). Erm…jacob helped me+lizzy steal some pencils of andy’s. (the one i had turned out to be preston’s, so i gave it back in english. What lizzy did with hers, i don’t know.) then i gave it back after skool. that’s about the most exciting thing i did today. Pretty sad, huh?
Weeeeelll…Friday…lesseee…nuthin much happened fri. or thurs. hoom.
Oh a couple days ago i joined runescape. it’s a game rpg (not the text ones i usually play) and it could probably be considered crazy. I’m really bad at it. lol
Oh did i tell u people about what MG and i did to poor danny? *chuckles evilly* Ok y’all might know about way back in the dark ages when we had xangas for our alter egos. Well, danny/rupert was stalking me/bob, and MG/Brian was stalking danny/rupert. So danny comes on and i was like “hey wanna freak danny out?” and MG’s like “ok” so i invite them to chat and i’m like “danny, meet your stalker” It was a rather crazy deed. So there you go…that’s this post then.
hey, wanna know what i did last year? it was friday, but i thought it was even block, so i walked out of the skool after 6th period. i didn’t even notice the fact that nobody else was doing this. my mom wasn’t there so i walked halfway home before i realized that it was friday and i was missing 7th period. it was probably the most embarrassing moment of my life.
the peoples thought i was crazy. they were like ‘How could you not realize that nobody else was leaving the school?’ and ‘that’s why we have clocks!’
has anyone seen “Road to Rio”?
*holds up one finger* you’re tellin’ me!
*holds up two fingers* you’re in the groove, jackson!
*holds up three fingers* this is murder!
my friend and i were doing that. if you haven’t seen the above movie, you won’t get it.
Crazy Deeds. CrAZy deeds. Hm.
My friend and I came to the conclusion that the only reason inside joke are funny is because it’s a nice feeling to have a private joke with one person that makes you feel special and exclusive. (That sounded kinda negative. Dont get me wrong, i love inside jokes). We decided it would be good fun to go up to our writing/lit teacher during lunch, say something really random, crack up, say “oh sorry inside joke” and walk away. Even though we didnt really have an inside joke.
So we walk in to her class, and we’re really hyper so we’re already laughing our heads off. I manage to force out the words “the rain in spain falls mainly on the plain” (it was the 1st thing that popped into my head). Jessica starts laughing even harder, and we both sort of collapse onto the desks. Miss K. looks at us like we’re lunatics. Jess takes a deep breath, says “oh, sorry, inside joke” and we both stumble out of the classroom, practically blind with laughter.
Ok, so you kinda had to be there,
i ♥ inside jokes.
one is “tu zi frocker”
it’s just so funny, and pertains to absolutely nothing.
On inside jokes…. “why is there chicken in the sink?” Hahaha. I’m laughing wildly now.
And yes, Anna, you are bacon.
“I feel like we’re going in circles, Sej,”
I chortle
at the memory…
ho ho ho.
What did i do today…i spent all of science hitting lizzy and yelling “CATHASSUS! CATHASSUS!”. Got menny odd looks. Everybody in my science class knows about my complete and utter insanity cuz it’s 7th hr. and i’m really hyper.
Everybody is sick. *coughcough* lol. Jacob has a fever. David has pneumonia (!!!) so he’ll be out for the week at least. Sydney’s got a bad cold (although she did come to skool today) and menny others i don’t know are gone as well.
Even more people are gonna be gone tomorrow cuz it’s passover. But then friday we get off skool. Squee!!!
I really haven’t done much craziness lately…
Long detailed rant cumming after towel day though! That’s gonna be so froody. Even though my friends are all losers and won’t bring their towels.
Em – I did something A LITTLE similar to that – It was 8th period, and it was 4:00, so it was time to leave. Everyone started to leave their seats, and so I thought it was time to leave. I got all my stuff together, and left the classroom. I had only gone a few feet, though, before I realized that nobody was leaving the classroom with me. I went back in, and everybody started laughing, apparantly the teacher asked us to get into our groups for a project we were doing. It was embarrasing!
I have done strange things that I’m not allowed to mention on a childrens blog…. there, thats gonna keep them wonderig for a while.
My friend I… lessee how did it start?…. We were bored at lunch one day. We were standing on the northwest corner of the Commons, and she said “Come, walk around the Commons with me” and held out her arm. We hooked arms, and started walking circles around the Commons. But we got tired of that, so we started skipping. And then we did the Wizard of Oz walk. Right through crowds up people eating lunch. We played the word association game, and we kept coming back to the same words. So we were going in circles, both literally and figuratively. It was really funny at the time. I’m sure that I lost any trace of good opinion from all those people eating lunch… but I don’t care because they were all popular kids who treat me like I’m invisible and it was bound to happen eventually.
Now we do it almost everyday. I think I seriously mistified by band director, who was eating lunch in the courtyard and saw us. Hehehehehehehee. I love confusing adults.
I always go around saying: "You are the lord of deadness, so DIE!!!!"
Hey Yeti (201): What kind of strange things? I don’t think that many youngsters run around these parts. We’re pretty much all teens.
194:
K#13 (203),
I don’t like to second-guess the Muses, but I suspect Mimi would say that’s a pretty good way to avoid making friends.
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That was supposed to be a spaceship.
206: I only say that to my brother in the morning to wake him up, and then about 5 more times throughout the day. It’s an “inside joke”.
Wooo! GAPA is here!
I am about to do a crazy deed right now! Excuse the obnoxiousness; don’t be offended! **BUUURRRRPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!**
That didn’t look right. Oops. I’m kinda offended at myself. I’ll never do that again!
*post*
Hey RC! How’s it going?
Oh, and GAPA: I shortened my name for you.
You people remember how my calkylator exploded a while back? (The screen i mean) Yes? No? Well anyway, i still have no calkylator, and probably won’t until next year because i’m lazy. So i usually borrow jacob’s or andy’s, and then when i’m bored in math, i write all over them. And the inside joke is i always write at least one haiku. Just to bug them. Anyway. This is all slightly irrelevant. So today jacob needed his calkylator to do math hw, so i went to find andy. I couldn’t find him, so i went to his locker to see if by any chance he had left his backpack there. Fortunately for me, he had, so i opened it and took out one of the three (!!!) calkylators, and pulled out a random old hw assignment and wrote “I stole your calkylator -Ebeth”
He didn’t see it. It was right on top, but whatev. So he went around the whole day wondering, and then i gave it back to him in science and he was like “YOU had it!” and i was like “dur, didn’t you see the note?” and he was like “noooo”
He wasn’t mad though, cuz he like collects the things. (When i say three calculators i mean three working calculators btw)
But he erased the haiku. He always does. *snibble* Of course they’re all about what a loser he is, but whatev.
And then i was like “nooo you erased the haiku!” and liefeld was listening (the rest of the class was doing their hw like good little boys+girls XD) and he’s like “what?” and i was like “i write haikus on people’s calculators”
OMG and you have to hear what lizzy and fedner did they are SOOO BRAVE! Ok they were IMing about random stuff about english and what they don’t like about it and so they tried to turn it in for an early creative project! They didn’t die thankfully, but you’re not allowed to co-author stuff so it wasn’t accepted. But OMG i have to like make them medals or something because giving that to LAMUTH is like…like…i don’t know what. But anyway, all bow to them. XD
*lurk*
At skool, I put a flight cap on, then an electric blue beret, then a paper crown, than a purple feathery sombrero, then a shoe, than a pair of Jack the Skeleton King dice and I skipped around accusing people of stealing my Fondue Pot. It was FUN.
At skool, I put a flight cap on, then an electric blue beret, then a paper crown, than a purple feathery sombrero, then a shoe, than a pair of Jack the Skeleton King dice and I skipped around accusing people of stealing my Fondue Pot. It was FUN!