Yeah I'm kinda bored so entertain me with your stories! Only thing I can think of is when my brother got a cramp in the spa. Then my autistic brother started sucking in water and spitting it out at my cramped brother. It was hilarious to watch my brother trying to dodge shots and saying stop.
I told my friend to eat a cricket. He ate it, said it tasted like chicken. Then he told me to eat one. I siad no. He punched me. The end.
One time, I was cutting tape, and a girls finger got in the way. I had not slept for 2 nights straight. I accidently cut halfway through the finger and she fainted from blood loss. Or hemophobia, not sure. The end.
Oh my gosh. Taledin your story is so... so.... weird. Are you sure they are 100% true? Couldn't be like 99.9% =D
Yeah.... It won't be long.
My autistic brother pee in the spa and my brothers and I rushed out of the spa.
My younger brother, when he was a toddler and threw temper tantrums, would rip off his clothes and run down the street. This was made possible by the fact that he has a twin sister, and they would conspire against my poor Mom and one would distract here while the other caused trouble.
When I was at E3, I went to Will Wright's Spore presentation. It was amazing; Will Wright is an amazing game developer, and he's a good speaker too. Really manages to get his audience to think. If you can find a video of any of his Spore presentations, do it, you won't regret it. Anyways, at the end of the presentation, he gave the audience opportunities to ask questions. I wanted to ask him one, so I got up and went to the end of the line. I was the 8th or 9th guy there. Eventually, as my turn was nearing, the guy right in front of me asked his question... which was almost identical to mine. But not quite, so I stayed in line and decided I'd try to ask my question anyways. As soon as I went up to the microphone, one of the guys running the event said that I was going to be the last question. Not wanting to waste his last question with something he had already answered, I mumbled some half-assed explanation into the microphone and let the guy behind me go. Embarassed myself in front of hundreds of game developers and industry media types, and one of the single greatest minds in the history of the industry. To this day I wish I had had a backup question.
Let's see, E3 again... it was an interesting week, ok? Me, Mike Damiani of The Hylia and his girlfriend, Robin of Ganon's Tower, Monica and David of Zelda Legends, Pikminlink the Link cosplayer, and Martijn Muller of Land of the Legend were there representing the Zelda fandom. Mike's girlfriend and pikminlink were dressed up as Princess Zelda and Link, respectively. We'd all split up at this point; me and Robin were wandering around the convention center together, the two cosplayers were standing in front of the Wii booth having people take pictures with them, and I have no idea where everyone else was. Me and Robin had just talked to the two cosplayers, then gone off to go to the bathroom. A few minutes later we came back to where they were cosplaying, only to find them gone. Mystified, we shrugged and went on our merry way. We found out later that, in the two or three minutes we were gone to the bathroom, they had both been in vited in to a private meeting with Shigeru Miyamoto. If I'd waited just a few more minutes... GODDAMNIT. ARGH.
While I'm on the subject of E3... prior to E3, me and Martijn Muller jumped through hoops to get a private interview with Eiji Aonuma for our respective sites. He had finally agreed, which was just about the greatest moment of my life; I was not only going to meet Aonuma in private, I was going to interview him! Then the bastard decided not to go to E3 at all.
That's enough for now, I think.
Voted Best Zelda Theorist twice.
Voted Most Knowledgable Zelda fan at ZU six times.
Voted Most Zelda Obsessed six times.
Last Spring, I was having some problems with my life, and tried to kill myself. I had a straight-edged razor and raised it, and then attempted to shove it through my heart. It didn't go through, though, so I'm still alive.
One time, in... November, I think, I lost power. It was pouring out, and since my house was run by a well the water level was getting extremely high. So my sister, my mom, and I all spent the evening scooping the water out, over and over and over...
This past October, I was walking home from school, I open the garage door to get in. I'm about to open the door between the garage and the house, when I feel something ruffle against my shoulder. Alarmed, I turn around to find... nothing.
Confused, I run in the house, but as I open the door there's a flutter of feathers. I look around, confused again, and then I look in the house and there... under the bench in the hallway... is a white albino pidgeon. o.o; or, I didn't know what it was at the time. I just saw this derranged white bird with big red bug-eyes and tufts at its clawed feet. Being from suburbia and this seldom experienced with pigeons, I... flip out. I go to call my friend up the street to help me get it out, but she isn't home; all the while the thing is just sitting in my front hallway... looking at me.
Finally, I call my dad and he tells me to get the broom and push it out the dor. Now, the broom is leaning on the wall right next to the open door, behind the pigeon. So I go to get the broom and WHAM! It runs into me and starts to seriously spaz-panic. I thrust the door as wide open as I can, grab the broom, and try to push it out. By now it's calmed down, but it won't budge, sitting there stubbornly, looking up at me.
I push it again. Nothing. Finally, I put those hockey years to good use and try to check it out, and it tumbles out for a second and fluters back in, running between my legs towards the living room, but I leap into action and get in its way to stop it. It goes to run in the kitchen, but it stops in the doorway. The bathroom is only a few feet away, and I realize I do NOT want it going into the bathroom because there I can't chase it out and it will be in an elclosed space, harder top get at; so, remembering birds like light places, I turn the light off and shiut the door off.
Ready for a fight, broom in hand, I take a step towards the pigeon. He looks up at me with his beady eyes. Then... he RUNS! Not into the kitchen, though. Rather, between my legs and into the ajar door of the bathroom I was like, --; so I just threw it come stale bread to munch on, closed the door, and waited for my mom to get home so we coukld take it on together. After a complicated maneuver involving crackers, a laundry basket and two bedsheets, we dumped it out the front door and it was never seen from again.
And that's my most interesting story. <__< It wouldn't be weird if it were something less random, like a cat or a sparrow... but.. and ALBINO PIGEON? yah.
Well my younger sister and I were at home. alone. she is a passionate cook and great at it to, at least for a 11 year old. so, i was playing zelda of course while my sister was making tacos. suddenly she started screaming and freaking out. I ran in and saw a small fire in the oven. a small fire that was quickly getting bigger. two taco shells had fallen through onto the element. We freaked out for a moment. then we pulled ourselves together (at least I did) and tried to call our mom's cell. she didn't pick up. so we ran outside to get help. my sister ran to our left side neighbors; an old couple named Glinda and Tom; while I ran to our right side neighbors; the Zimmerman family. I ran in their house and yelled for help. I got no answer. I ran into their finished basement. my friend Ben was home alone. "What are you doing in my house?" he asked. "MY OVENS ON FIIIIIIIIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I replied as calmly as I could. He juumped into action, ran up stairs, grabbed his fire extiguisher (mine was in our basement) and ran through the back door of my house. We ran in from one side, ready for action, while my sister ran in from the other side with Tom and a fire extiguisher, at the same time that we did. too bad the fire was out. Glinda had called the fire department, so my sister, Ben, Tom, Glinda and I sat outside and watched the fire men come (with six trucks) and explore our house. we also watched curious neighbors group together with their children and wonder whats going on. suburbia is a curious place.
Speaking of crabs, once i was at kiawah (?) island and every night we went searching for crabs. one night we turned on and off a flashlight repeatedly and stunned it! It stopped moving and poked it with a shovel and it didn't move! eventually it started moving again, but it was so funny.
I was lookin' outside at our pool, to see if any lizards had gotten in, because sometimes there's some common lizards who accidentally fall in every now 'n then. Well I saw this small black thing, so I went outside to see what it was. I walked into the pool area and there was about 3 or 4 skinks(common lizards) hangin' around the pool area, which is what they usally do. So I kept on walkin' and saw this other skink, peering into the water. Then all of a sudden this black lizard swims very fastly down to the bottom of the pool. It wasn't a skink, it was some other kind, that I hadn't seen around here before. It actually looked very similar to a lizard I used to have, Ed(<3). Anyways, I was gunna strip and jump in the pool and try and save it, but the neighbours were kinda lookin' over the fence, so I grabbed the net and tried to get it that way. Once it was finally caught I grabbed it and it seemed pretty calm actually. I didn't let it go just yet, because I wanted to take a pic, and see what mum thought of it. So I showed mum and we took a few pics and stuff, then got some lizard food and put it outside, and let him go(Didn't really want to, because he was so cute, but I knew we must). He ran into the garden and that's the last we saw of him[/lifestory].
Hm actually, last night I had a dream about a lizard, not a lizard like this, but it was based on a lizard anyways.
Ok, the point of this story besides a long-life-story-of-the-day is that one whole year ago(around this time), my lizard Ed had passed away. Me and mum think this whole day has something to do with Ed. Well first off, I never have dreams about lizards. Next, the lizard I saved looked so much like Ed. Ed was a Pygmy Bearded Dragon, and this lizard was a Water Dragon. Another thing is, this is the first time I've seen a baby Water Dragon like that around here. I just find it strange how it all happened in the one day.
Yeah this may seem crazy but I really do believe that it was Ed saying 'Hi', or something like that. Love ya Eddie .
Well... one day a few months ago I noticed that my crappy television from Sears actually has progressive scan inputs, so I hooked up my DVD player and noticed a substantial difference in image quality. If only the thing were actually of a decent size. So, now I'll be picking up some component cables for my Wii whenever I get one.
... yeah, my life is ****ing miserably boring. Oh well. At least I don't go nuts freaking out over albino pigeons.
Oh wait, that reminds me. Last summer while I was home alone with my brother for two weeks while my parents were in Europe, somehow a wasp got into my room, one of those large ones with the strange detached-looking thoraxes. I was somewhat scared to try to kill it, because it was large and I'd need to put a lot of force behind my swings, and it was always in awkward positions like up near the ceiling.
After a few attempts that it dodged every time, I gave up for a while and tried to make a trap by cutting up an old cola bottle and sticking the top half downwards into the bottom half, and filled it with cola and table syrup, the idea that it would be lured inside by the sugar, fall in and get stuck. Well, after several hours of it being in my room, nothing happened. The wasp just disappeared. I have no idea where it went. Though the trap I set had nothing in it, it looked like it had less liquid in it, so it was possible the wasp ate it and escaped. In any case, I was uneasy about it suddenly jumping out at me for the next few days. Eventually I decided that it must have crawled through the ventilation duct in my room and got stuck inside.
In any case, flash forward, if you will, to a few months later. I'm sitting at my computer in the evening, and all of a sudden - Jesus Christ - the wasp is back. I of course run off somewhere to find something suitable to hit it with, but by the time I got back a few minutes later, it was simply gone. I have no idea where it went, if it's still alive (probably not, as it's been six months since I first saw it), or anything. I've assumed that it's gone forever, but hey, you never know.
So now we can conclude the following: I am a total ****ing wimp, and I lead a ****ing miserably boring life.
Well, I posted this in Din but, I have like, a giant boob on the top of my hand now...my friends dared me to put a little pile of salt on my hand, and then hold a peice of ice on it.
So, naturally, I do. And after 10 minnutes it startrs burning, I lift the ice off to find my skin snow white and all bubbly-like. My friend jumps on top of me and smacks the ice back down on my hand and holds it there for another 10 minutes, while I'm trying to get away. but, Joseph is really strong, so yah.
And now, I have this big bump on my hand. *admires it*
Hmm...about a year ago a camel spit in my moms mouth. That was pretty funny.
Um, I witnessed a bird attack my friend the other day, we were walking out of the mall entrance, and this bird swoops down and starts attacking Ash, priceless.
My latin teacher after the 2nd world war when rations where still around he went to Australia to see his aunt. Anyway he had food which he hadn't had for ages . At the end his aunt let him take loads of spices home. His mum made a gaint cake and threw a giant street party. Afterwards his aunt phoned and said that did they remember seeing a little glass vase with grey powder in it. His mum remembers putting it in. Yeah it was his uncle Albert's ashes