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I had a ton of these but now I forget D:
So I finally got the confidence to sing my audition piece in front of my friends (Shy from Once Upon a Mattress, in case you were wondering) and I did so between classes:
and then after that i got hugged a lot because both of them were like "OMG YOUR VOICE IS AMAZING"
So I finally got the confidence to sing my audition piece in front of my friends (Shy from Once Upon a Mattress, in case you were wondering) and I did so between classes:
and then after that i got hugged a lot because both of them were like "OMG YOUR VOICE IS AMAZING"
shadow_lugia
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Oh God I love it when we play Dungeons and Dragons at school.
So my character went down a hallway and peeked around a corner in a dungeon. There was some kind of figure there with glowing red eyes and raised hands, and a stone altar in front of it. I told the rest of the group, cue us all trying to figure out what to do.
P.S. Josh is unconcious because of a poison at this time.
So then we find an identical room on the other side of the dungeon.
We came across a room with five dead bodies. The one near the entrance had a short sword in its hand, and there was a golden cup across the room.
And he proceeded to almost kill everyone (the sword turned him crazy for blood):
Finally, we find another door:
We entered the main room of the dungeon, and there was some old guy in a coffin with an ultra-powerful sword (which we had to give to an NPC, but he'll probably die soon anyways). One of the thieves farted on the sarcophagus and found a trap before we fought some golems, and another thief apparently forgot:
It caused him 4 points of damage and one hell of an acid trip, by the way.
Then the runes on the sarcophagus changed and told us that if we opened the sarcophagus, a horrible curse would activate. So we went outside the room and debated what to do. Garrett had cast Identify on all our neat crap before then, and came up with a plan.
There was a huge fireball trap that activated. Apparently, when we came in, the room was perfectly clean from it, and the bodies of the golems we had fought earlier were gone.
So, we exited the dungeon, and were walking along the road.
This is what happens when Friday is a half-day but the GEEK club wants to play D&D until 5 P.M.
*FART = Find And Remove Traps (we are so immature)
**We had two people named Josh: one was in our group, and the other had gone with another group run by a different DM. The second had forgotten to write down any armor or weapons on his character sheet. So the DM declared him to be naked.
So my character went down a hallway and peeked around a corner in a dungeon. There was some kind of figure there with glowing red eyes and raised hands, and a stone altar in front of it. I told the rest of the group, cue us all trying to figure out what to do.
P.S. Josh is unconcious because of a poison at this time.
So then we find an identical room on the other side of the dungeon.
We came across a room with five dead bodies. The one near the entrance had a short sword in its hand, and there was a golden cup across the room.
And he proceeded to almost kill everyone (the sword turned him crazy for blood):
Finally, we find another door:
We entered the main room of the dungeon, and there was some old guy in a coffin with an ultra-powerful sword (which we had to give to an NPC, but he'll probably die soon anyways). One of the thieves farted on the sarcophagus and found a trap before we fought some golems, and another thief apparently forgot:
It caused him 4 points of damage and one hell of an acid trip, by the way.
Then the runes on the sarcophagus changed and told us that if we opened the sarcophagus, a horrible curse would activate. So we went outside the room and debated what to do. Garrett had cast Identify on all our neat crap before then, and came up with a plan.
There was a huge fireball trap that activated. Apparently, when we came in, the room was perfectly clean from it, and the bodies of the golems we had fought earlier were gone.
So, we exited the dungeon, and were walking along the road.
This is what happens when Friday is a half-day but the GEEK club wants to play D&D until 5 P.M.
*FART = Find And Remove Traps (we are so immature)
**We had two people named Josh: one was in our group, and the other had gone with another group run by a different DM. The second had forgotten to write down any armor or weapons on his character sheet. So the DM declared him to be naked.
MentheLapin
Oh, Reflux, you're so big and strong!
We broke a feather duster in the library and spent the entire of lunchtime trying to fix it by putting the cover back on. Such phrases were thrown about as:
"Oh god! I can't get it back in!"
"Put it in! Put it in!"
"This is getting boring. If you don't put the damn thing back in soon, I'm going to sleep."
"I got it on! ... Awww, it fell off again."
"It's not hard, you just have to try a little more force."
We are so immature. And the worst part is I go to an all-male school.
"Oh god! I can't get it back in!"
"Put it in! Put it in!"
"This is getting boring. If you don't put the damn thing back in soon, I'm going to sleep."
"I got it on! ... Awww, it fell off again."
"It's not hard, you just have to try a little more force."
We are so immature. And the worst part is I go to an all-male school.
speedblader03
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I got up at the end of AP Computer Science to help my teacher with a form she was filling out online to get an account on a website. My hand brushed the metal frame of her desk about 5 feet away and I got a big static shock.
I'm still not sure how it happened, but that was the most awesome part of my day.
I looked at the screen, and it came back on a few seconds later. Nothing had changed.
I'm still not sure how it happened, but that was the most awesome part of my day.
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My English Teacher on Catholics (slightly paraphrased cause I'm not good at remembering stuff like this):
"So on Sunday Catholics go to church and confess their sins. Then they spend the rest of the day partying. My wife's mom is Catholic and she used to go to mass really early, like 5:30 in the morning. The service would go one for, like, 3 or 4 hours and then she'd start drinking. By 3:00 in the afternoon she'd be like 3/4 drunk. THIS WAS WHEN SHE WAS SEVENTY-FIVE!"
No offense if there happens to be any catholics around :)
Oh yeah and apparently the day my Physics teacher was born it was like -70 degrees outside. NEGATIVE. SEVENTY. Not sure whether that's in Fahrenheit or Celsius, but that's frickin' cold either way. And that is why she just laughs at us whenever we complain of the cold. Then again, she laughs at us all the time anyways.
And today we had college counseling and the counselor gave us some college applications to read so we could see what was good and bad for applications and we were supposed to decide which people we thought would be accepted and which wouldn't. Apparently we're so biased against Texans that everyone said the guy named Tex would be rejected even though the opposite was true :P
Again, no offense to any Texans around here. We just kinda have an odd relationship with our dear neighbors :)
"So on Sunday Catholics go to church and confess their sins. Then they spend the rest of the day partying. My wife's mom is Catholic and she used to go to mass really early, like 5:30 in the morning. The service would go one for, like, 3 or 4 hours and then she'd start drinking. By 3:00 in the afternoon she'd be like 3/4 drunk. THIS WAS WHEN SHE WAS SEVENTY-FIVE!"
No offense if there happens to be any catholics around :)
Oh yeah and apparently the day my Physics teacher was born it was like -70 degrees outside. NEGATIVE. SEVENTY. Not sure whether that's in Fahrenheit or Celsius, but that's frickin' cold either way. And that is why she just laughs at us whenever we complain of the cold. Then again, she laughs at us all the time anyways.
And today we had college counseling and the counselor gave us some college applications to read so we could see what was good and bad for applications and we were supposed to decide which people we thought would be accepted and which wouldn't. Apparently we're so biased against Texans that everyone said the guy named Tex would be rejected even though the opposite was true :P
Again, no offense to any Texans around here. We just kinda have an odd relationship with our dear neighbors :)
speedblader03
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I suppose this is sort of school related, can't think of anywhere else to put it.
This morning my cat woke me up early by rattling my door. In my half asleep state, I thought my mom had woken me up to go to school and left the room. So I got dressed to go to school. I believe was thinking the rattling of my door was something to do with redstone (again, I was half asleep). So I go outside my room, and everything is dark. I went back in my room (as I had found out that it was my cat rattling my door) to get a blanket to put under my door to stop him from doing that. My mom had shown up by then to put a box in front of my door to stop him, which is a better idea, so I went back to bed, noticing it was 3 am, without changing back into my sleeping clothes. I still was thinking "I'll just go back to bed until she actually decides to get up herself."
Throughout the whole thing it never occurred to me that my mom hadn't woken me up, or for that matter, that it wasn't even near time to wake up yet.
This morning my cat woke me up early by rattling my door. In my half asleep state, I thought my mom had woken me up to go to school and left the room. So I got dressed to go to school. I believe was thinking the rattling of my door was something to do with redstone (again, I was half asleep). So I go outside my room, and everything is dark. I went back in my room (as I had found out that it was my cat rattling my door) to get a blanket to put under my door to stop him from doing that. My mom had shown up by then to put a box in front of my door to stop him, which is a better idea, so I went back to bed, noticing it was 3 am, without changing back into my sleeping clothes. I still was thinking "I'll just go back to bed until she actually decides to get up herself."
Throughout the whole thing it never occurred to me that my mom hadn't woken me up, or for that matter, that it wasn't even near time to wake up yet.
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voltianqueen
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I was running from my friend once, and he caught up to me and tapped my shoulder with his hand - just a small little tap - and somehow I ended up flying across the hall and crashing into some lockers. We still don't know what happened o__o;
Then another time, my other friend said something inappropriate and hilarious at the lunch table.. I started choking on strawberry milk because it got caught in my throat when I started laughing. I ended up coughing it up all over the table, and no one even noticed except my two friends.
Well, Mr. Simmons noticed, but that was after it already happened..
Then another time, my other friend said something inappropriate and hilarious at the lunch table.. I started choking on strawberry milk because it got caught in my throat when I started laughing. I ended up coughing it up all over the table, and no one even noticed except my two friends.
Well, Mr. Simmons noticed, but that was after it already happened..