Monday, November 10, 2008
I'm back!
I just had stuff to do. Here's a basic list of stuff I did while I was away:
-TURNED SIXTEEN! YESTERDAY!
-Dunked my english teacher at the Terry Fox Run! Yeah!
-Fell out of love with DH
-Read lots of stuff
-Finished most of my Hallowe'en candy (Last trick or treating adventure was this year, sadly. Goodbye, free candy...)
And I'm sure I'll think of more, but for now that's it. It's too bad; it would have been fun to describe the dunking.
I'll do it now.
I was the last person to try and dunk my teacher. One guy actually wanted to not let me have a go, but the other guy and my teacher both told him to let me try. I got three balls.
The first time I tested it, nearly hitting the button that would make my teacher's seat in the dunk tank collapse, dropping him into cold water. The second time, I took my time. I got into the proper throwing stance (one foot in front, hand behind head) and threw- and I hit it straight into the middle of the bottle. (I just remembered it was a bottle, not a button, because the button broke and we had to replace it.) My teacher went straight into the water, and I ran to my brother, shrieking "I did it! I did it!" At the top of my lungs.
It was great. :)
Today I did a stupid thing. I was walking to school from the bus and someone held the door open for me. I turned to say something to my brother and- SMACK! The door hit me right between the eyes.
Heh.
Another thing I did was last week I went to drama and we were doing this improv thing. You had to pose, randomly. Two people would be on stage, posing, and they'd have to think of a reason to be that way.So I went up, and because I was feeling slightly evil, picked a slightly innapropriate pose (we're allowed to do that, it's just it's not often we do): I sat on the floor, legs spread wiiide, hands on the floor near my back. I got some giggles and an "oh dear" or two at that, let me tell ya. So I'm smirking, feeling deliciously evil. The guy is in this sparring stance. He goes first- "Gee, my swordfighting isn't THAT good," he said, which got a few laughs. Then I realize that I didn't think of a justification for my pose or his, I was too busy laughing inwardly. And I blank. And then, then the guy says this: "I'm ready for your parry if you're ready for my thrust". I just kind of die slowly and they take pity on me and I get to pretty much crawl off the stage.
So, yeah. It's kind of a funny story, so I thought I'd share it. This is also my method of ceasing the self-beating-up over it. But I did learn two things: 1) Stick to stuff you won't die slowly at the mention of, and 2) Always have a plan.
That's all for now, 'cause I want to go read a fanfic. See ya!
By the way, if anyone has any idea on how to put a hit meter on here... tell me please?
-TURNED SIXTEEN! YESTERDAY!
-Dunked my english teacher at the Terry Fox Run! Yeah!
-Fell out of love with DH
-Read lots of stuff
-Finished most of my Hallowe'en candy (Last trick or treating adventure was this year, sadly. Goodbye, free candy...)
And I'm sure I'll think of more, but for now that's it. It's too bad; it would have been fun to describe the dunking.
I'll do it now.
I was the last person to try and dunk my teacher. One guy actually wanted to not let me have a go, but the other guy and my teacher both told him to let me try. I got three balls.
The first time I tested it, nearly hitting the button that would make my teacher's seat in the dunk tank collapse, dropping him into cold water. The second time, I took my time. I got into the proper throwing stance (one foot in front, hand behind head) and threw- and I hit it straight into the middle of the bottle. (I just remembered it was a bottle, not a button, because the button broke and we had to replace it.) My teacher went straight into the water, and I ran to my brother, shrieking "I did it! I did it!" At the top of my lungs.
It was great. :)
Today I did a stupid thing. I was walking to school from the bus and someone held the door open for me. I turned to say something to my brother and- SMACK! The door hit me right between the eyes.
Heh.
Another thing I did was last week I went to drama and we were doing this improv thing. You had to pose, randomly. Two people would be on stage, posing, and they'd have to think of a reason to be that way.So I went up, and because I was feeling slightly evil, picked a slightly innapropriate pose (we're allowed to do that, it's just it's not often we do): I sat on the floor, legs spread wiiide, hands on the floor near my back. I got some giggles and an "oh dear" or two at that, let me tell ya. So I'm smirking, feeling deliciously evil. The guy is in this sparring stance. He goes first- "Gee, my swordfighting isn't THAT good," he said, which got a few laughs. Then I realize that I didn't think of a justification for my pose or his, I was too busy laughing inwardly. And I blank. And then, then the guy says this: "I'm ready for your parry if you're ready for my thrust". I just kind of die slowly and they take pity on me and I get to pretty much crawl off the stage.
So, yeah. It's kind of a funny story, so I thought I'd share it. This is also my method of ceasing the self-beating-up over it. But I did learn two things: 1) Stick to stuff you won't die slowly at the mention of, and 2) Always have a plan.
That's all for now, 'cause I want to go read a fanfic. See ya!
By the way, if anyone has any idea on how to put a hit meter on here... tell me please?
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