Random, Says I

(Who knows how long this is gonna last...) The reason for this was because I did something really stupid yesterday.

I woke up bright and early one Saturday morning for a total bee-ehs role call we had to do. Not knowing how long it would take for it to be all over and because they want us to lock all of our valuables into our locker, I turned off and put away my cell phone, along with my laptop and Zune. Go downstairs and outside where everyone else is gathered and wasn't even out there for fifteen minutes before we were allowed to go back to our rooms. That was nice and all and I was planning on going right back to bed, so I took out my laptop, but on some Silversun and tried to sleep for another couple of hours. It didn't turn out great, so I continued my day being a bum in my room.

As the day went on, I noticed something really weird. No one's called or text me, yet. It was even more weird for the fact that my best friend told me he would call me back when "you aren't drunk" (I totally wasn't drunk). But not only was I too lazy to search for my phone, I figured they would call me when they felt like it. Well, it's around midnight now and I remembered that weird thing that's happening. Still no calls or text. No calls or text on a Saturday is the weirdest thing to ever happen to me so I'm really wondering what the heck is going on.

I search frantically for my phone trying to figure out what the deal was until I remember something else. Why... I didn't take it out of my locker! In fact, it's still off!! Lo and behold the second my phone is on I get floods of texts, missed calls and voice mails. My best friend asked me if I was sober yet and then gets mad for thinking I was ignoring him. My other friend is wondering if I was done with his hard drive. Someone else wanted to go to the pool. And the worst of them all is that I didn't find out until then that my mother was in the hospital in labor! I texted everyone I could telling them that I stupidly forgot my phone was off the entire day. Luckily my mom's husband texted back saying that she was doing fine and that I'd get an update tomorrow (haha, he knew I was about to go to bed).

I went to bed feeling pretty much stupid.



So, that's my really random story! Hope you enjoy! I also hope that you share some of your random story, funny, serious, or pointless, on here, too! It doesn't have to be as extensive as mine. I just did that to make a good story.

[Edit] A couple of rules, to keep it from turning into something bad. Subject to change.

1. Don't voice your opinion on whether or not you think someone's story is true or false. I don't want any arguments about the likelihood of the stories to occur. Just ignore it and move along. = \

2. Obviously, nothing inappropriate (i.e. according to the site rules or something someone finds offensive) can go here. I'll not only ask for it to be deleted, but I'll have to report it to the proper authorities. If it's just a minor offense, I'll just warn you and give you a chance to edit it with a better story.

Hehe this is a cool idea for a thread.

Lol oh, wow! What a day to forget about turning your cell phone on, Sunni! (You sure are popular too! ) What was that role call for? Do you live in a dorm...? I'm glad that your mother is fine though and that the birthing went well! Again, major congrats! ^_^



Let's see if I can think of a random story...


I don't have anything interesting to talk about right now. At least, I can't think of anything. All I can really think of is what happened earlier today.

I e-mailed my dad a few days back, providing him a link to a really nice Wacom tablet that I wanted to get someday. (It's $1,000, so when I say 'someday,' I mean someday, lol!) Well, this morning, I was drinking my coffee and had it sitting on me fiancé's desk, and Tony's chair pushed it when I was sitting on his lap, and it fell all over his desk and also on my tablet, which rests between our desks. I told my mom about this on the phone when I was talking to her today, and she freaked out, despite my saying numerous times that it still worked just fine. So, now my dad is upset because she is, thinking that I'm going to need a new tablet. I'm guessing that he thinks this spill is rather convenient, since I just e-mailed him recently about that other tablet. It really didn't happen on purpose though!

I'm jealous. I'm not a popular person. I get a text a week, if I'm lucky, and it's usually a chain mail sent from the same person who couldn't think of anyone else to send the text to.

Alright. When I was in New York, I sort of ran a loan shark program... Yeah, see where this is going? Anyways, this was classified as Operation Commando.

Me and my bud/partner Austin did the program. This one kid, Bob for privacy, owed us about $80 and didn't pay us back. So, we pretty much had to stalk him. He went into the woods one day, going for a stroll on the nature trail. The plan was that Austin approached from the front, talk to him, scare him. Austin would play with a flip knife, just to add to the intimidation factor, and he was the fastest guy in the neighborhood, and Bob was smart enough to know that. While that happened, I would sneak up from behind and put him in the sleeper hold and knock him out. That worked like a charm.

The next step was a bit trickier. I had to hold the guy up to the bough of a tree while Austin tied him to it. It was high, but not too high, about 6 feet off the ground. We set up a small rope device to hold the bough back, because it originally was above water. After half an hour of working with tons of rope, he was finally securely tied. I eased the bough back over the creek, and so he just hung there above the creek. Austin and I put on Ski Masks and help up bats, waiting for him to wake up.

Oh, he did. He was groggy, confused, and scared. He refused to give the cash still, silly Bob, and so we had to terrify him with bats. We acted as if we were about to go to town on him, but faked suddenly deciding to leave him there for a day. So, we used half a roll of duct tape to tape his mouth shut after we fed him and gave him water, and we went home. Next day, around 5 AM, we find the guy crying. We let him down, escort him to his house, and told him he never saw us, he slept over at a friend's house. He gave us the money, of course.

So... I'm not a good person, really. We went overboard because he was an early guy, and we wanted people to think we were really serious.

@Fate: Yes, thank you again! I do live in a dorm. A military dorm for tech school/training. We don't usually do role call, but because of people being stupid with alcohol, we did. I swear, I am not popular! Man, do I wish! xD I would totally agree with your dad. This is all a part of your elaborate plan to get that expensive tablet. You claim it's okay now, but soon you'll call back and tell them that it all the sudden stopped working! It's a trick! [/joking]

@Mezrin: Wow, that's intense! I don't know anybody who would have the kahooneys to do that even to someone they know! I give you props for getting your money back! XD

My story for the day:

One night I set my (cell phone) alarm for 4:38 am for PT (physical training) in the morning. If no one knows, I am soooooooooooo not a morning person, so I hated the fact that we had PT in the morning. I went to bed a little early just to get some extra sleep while my roommate continues on doing whatever she was doing around the room. Fall asleep and the next thing I know it, I'm awake again! Look at my phone and it clearly says that it's only 10:38 pm. Even after seeing and comprehending this time, I still got up! I'm sure I had such a angry look on my face as I was trying my best to feel less groggy. My roommate just looked at me and asked me what was wrong.

After sitting on my bed for another two minutes, I realized... I don't have to be up... So I go right back to sleep. I could hear my roommate laughing over the fact that she just watched me get up, sit there and go back to sleep.

And just another random, pretty stupid story...

I guess I'm pregnant now... For anyone who goes to S*T, BrutalMisfit is the father! We were just checking for different kinds of cancer and then BAM! I have a little one on the way!
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...Please don't take that seriously...

Hrm... So... I'm having a lot of trouble believing your story, Mezrin, but I give you props for being uncreatively creative. However, I'm taking those props away for using that creativity for fowl-play. Even if your story is true, I think that's a really shitty way of trying to get your money back. It makes you nothing more than a thug and a bully.

hahah Sunni, I've done the saaaaaame thing with setting my alarm for an early hour only to realize it was completely unnecessary.

Kathryn Lacey wrote:
hahah Sunni, I've done the saaaaaame thing with setting my alarm for an early hour only to realize it was completely unnecessary.

Yeah, it was pretty funny. xD I've actually done it twice. The other time was when I planned on waking up around six for role call.

Soooooooooo, to avoid there being a spamming fight, Imma adding rules, kay?

I went to go get a mango smoothie today with a friend. We were "rating" some guys and I took loooong sips and got brain freezes pretty easily. She was ready to go, but since I got one size bigger than she did, I wasn't. So, knowing the worst would come, I went ahead and chugged a bunch of that dang smoothie and wouldn't you know it, I felt just fine. I kept chugging to finish it, but couldn't and threw it away. Went outside where my friend was and almost toppled over. She was laughing her butt of while I was screaming "Ah! It came! The BRAIN FREEZE!"

Lawl. All the stories I tell show how much of a goof ball I am.

I once ate ice cream too quickly, and I was driving when the brain freeze hit. It's dangerous. If I had been on the highway, it would have bee safer, but I was in town. ^;_;^ It lasted for like... two full minutes. At least it felt that long.

Don't you hate it! DX Someone told me that holding your tongue tightly up against the top of your mouth worked. It worked that time, but never any other!

Just to add to the smoothie story, I told my friend the one thing I hate about smoothies; It's really good, especially on a hot summers day. So good that you want to chug it down, but you can't for the fear of these dreaded brain freezes!

She enthusiastically agreed.

I had that problem with one of those smoothie-type drinks from Taco Bell. o: Couldn't take two sips without pain, from the general area of my throat.

So, today I was going to be heading to my first rehearsal with a symphony orchestra that my sister and I are a part of. The strings have been rehearsing for the past few weeks, and they start at seven p.m., so I head down there with her and my mom. We get there about five minutes before seven, and the parking lot's pretty much empty. Naturally, we're confused, and when we get inside it looks like there's a different group rehearsing on stage. I recall something on my paper, and I'm like "OH! Rehearsal isn't until eight tonight! See?" And I show my mom the paper. Indeed, it says eight p.m.. So we spent a few minutes being all irritated that we had rushed dinner in order to end up here an hour early.

Then my mom spotted other string players coming in. As it turns out, the strings were still rehearsing at seven, but the winds were to come in at eight. Haha. So I ended up sitting there for an hour, listening to the strings play (and I'll be doing so every week from now on, since my sister has to be there anyway and I'll be driving) with my sister's friend (whom we had convinced to join, and told her seven as well).

And then, during actual rehearsal, I was generally following the music well, but both I and the other trumpet player (there were two of us there today) ended up getting lost every time the trumpets were supposed to solo. At one of the solos, I had started playing but stopped, since aside from us there was dead silence from the rest of the group. And then the conductor was like "trumpets? Trumpets, that was all you. Try to at least attempt the music next time, okay?" D: With the second solo we came to, I was all confused by that point because the rest of the group had been playing faster than the conductor was conducting, so it sounded like we had reached the fast part (around where the solo was) a few measures before we actually got there. So naturally, we were called out again for not playing...

Aside from that, it was a lot of fun. And I did manage to play all the parts correctly the second time around, since I was doubly sure to keep track of where we were. My sister even said she felt proud to hear me play ("that's my sister back there, playing that!")! -swells with own pride-

Oh No! I hate it when that happens in rehearsal. DX

But it was usually me being called out for not playing. Try being the only tuba in a band with a 24 bar hold solo. Worst song ever. DX

I hope my story complies with site rules. Nothing illegal happened, just something really stupid. Let's dive in!

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A few days (nights) ago I had finished class, so I was invited to a barbecue to celebrate. I had to work later that night, so I started to drink a few beers early, so I could sober up in time to work.

This was a good idea in theory.

In practice, it was quite hilarious. I ended drinking to much (among other things) and was no longer fit to drive, so I ended up calling in drunk.

"Hey (supervisors name, I'll call him Bob) Bob, it's Sky."

"Hey how's it going?"

"No so good. I'll be honest with you. I finished class today, and was celebrating, and I'm too drunk to come into work."

"... That was stupid of you."

"Yeah, I know."

"Okay, we'll talk about this tomorrow. Go get hammered."


So, I proceeded to do so.

Next day at work, I have to go and talk to my boss. So Bob calls me into his office.

"So. I'm supposed to talk to you about last night. I think you know what you did wrong, and that it was stupid."

"Yeah."

"But, you've never done anything like this before, and I appreciate you had the balls to tell me the truth. But I'm required to take so sort of action, and write you up."

So Bob pulls out the book of work infractions.

"Okay, this seems like it would go under attendance... Oh. The first step is a letter of reprimand. I don't want to do that."

He puts the book away.

"I'm going to give you a verbal reprimand. This should never happen again, but if it does, call me, and we'll go get wasted together. Get back to work."

The End

Wow. If we're caught doing illegal activities, we're fired. You're lucky... or perhaps not so lucky. It's really stupid of you to drink at all. You're only one year away from the legal age, you should be able to wait.

Oh... How stupid of me... I guess things like that aren't fun unless it's illegal.

Kathryn Lacey wrote:Hrm... So... I'm having a lot of trouble believing your story, Mezrin, but I give you props for being uncreatively creative. However, I'm taking those props away for using that creativity for fowl-play. Even if your story is true, I think that's a really shitty way of trying to get your money back. It makes you nothing more than a thug and a bully.

hahah Sunni, I've done the saaaaaame thing with setting my alarm for an early hour only to realize it was completely unnecessary.

Guess what I was?

So, I had a fairly eventful day at work today. Or at least, a fairly eventful first half hour.

I arrived at work around ten to eleven or so, and I set myself on the tasks involved with getting the place ready for the day. My boss came in a few minutes later (she had been outside).

After another minute or two, the third member of our crew for the day came walking in slowly (she had been sitting outside too). She leaned on the counter where the register's located and was like "I feel dizzy...", and then collapsed. My boss caught her and laid her on the ground, but she was really dazed. Someone my boss had been talking to called 911 from the work phone, and a cop came by real quick, He tried talking to her and she responded a bit, but she was really out of it.

The cop called in an ambulance, and it showed up five or ten minutes later. They took her away on a stretcher, but I think she's doing alright now.

@Lara: Whoa, that's really scary! I hope that girl is okay!

Ooh, here's an amusing story.

One day last week, my phone went off while I was sleeping. I use my phone as my alarm, so I thought it was time for me to wake up because I had a meeting with my research mentor that day. I glance at the clock, and it's still an hour before I have to get up. I grab my phone, and the caller ID says "Blocked." Confused, I answer the phone with a groggy "Hellooo?" Then this strange male voice answers "Wake uuuup!!!!" I ask who this is, and he starts talking too fast for me to understand, so I freak out and hang up.

He calls back almost immediately, so I think that maybe this person really does know me and that they have a new number or something (and that I'm too out of it to recognize the person). I answer by asking, "Who are you?" and once again the person talks too fast for me to understand. I have to tell him "You have the wrong number" twice before I can finally hang up.

And if things weren't weird enough, he calls back a third time! This time I don't answer, and he doesn't leave a voicemail or attempt to call me again. I finally decide to try and go back to sleep because I'm still tired, but my mind was already too wired and so I laid awake for a solid hour before my alarm went off. I was still really tired when I met with my mentor, but he got a good kick out of my story.

Moral of the story: There are some strange folks out there...and I don't mean strange in a good way... And how did he get my number anyway? It's not like I post it online for the whole world to see.

So, I think I was being hit on the other day. I asked my sister, and she thinks so too. If it's true, then I feel pretty awesome 'cause no one's ever hit on me before. And if it's not true... then, well, at least I'll never know it wasn't.

Story below.

I was walking my dog down the road at the campsite when this boy and his friends rode by on their bikes. The boy in front slows down and says to me, "Hey, nice dog! What's his or her name?"

I respond with a smile, saying, "Her name's Kasey."

The boy then says in a higher voice, "Hi, Kasey!" As he continues to bike past, he calls back, "It's like Kasey Junior, right?" He then begins to sing (or chant, in a way), "Kasey Junior, coming down the track~... I haven't heard that song in a long time!"

"Me neither!" I commented back before we both were out of range.

Later on...

I'm down by the lake at the campsite. The sun has nearly set, so I pulled out my camcorder and walked over towards the shore to take a photo. The boy from earlier is there on his bike, and as I walk down with my camera, he suddenly shouted, "Hey! Hey, does anyone have a camera?" He then immediately looked over to me and said, "You have a camera! Can I see it? What kind is it?" And he came right over to me.

I held my camcorder up (though I continued holding on to it) and said, "Yeah, it's a Samsung camcorder."

He then said, "Hey, I think I have- Yeah, I do! I have the same one! Can I see it?"

Naturally, I hugged it a bit closer and was like, "Um... No."

Immediately he started in again, saying, "Yeah, of course, I understand completely. Oh, hey! Did you see that?" He quickly pointed off towards the lake (which I had been pointing my camcorder at in the first place). "It's really cool, isn't it?" I agreed with him and turned to start walking away, and his voice grew louder as he said, "Hey! Everybody, look at this! Isn't it cool?" He was gesturing wildly towards the lake, with the sunset, and he began walking (though it was more of a large hop) closer to the shore. (I realize now that it was to get back to his bike, which he had dropped to the side in order to come over and talk to me.)

I went back to my bag and put away my camcorder before picking up the stuff I had brought down with me. I then started back down the path towards my campsite with my sister and her friends. The boy rode by on his bike, slowing down to talk to me again. "Hey, is that a tripod?" he asked, sounding excited. "Oh, it's just a chair," he then added almost instantly.

I shook my head. "No, but I have a tripod," I said (he had added his other sentence before I finished mine).

"Really? You have one here?" He sounded so excited again.

"No, I have one at home."

"Oh, well, that's too bad."

One of my sister's friends then spoke up, saying, "I have a tripod."

"Really?" the boy asked.

"No."

The boy didn't look disappointed, but he said, "Gee thanks, you just crushed my dreams!" And then he rode off on his bike. "See you! Good night!" he called back.

"Yeah, see you!" I called after him.

Oh gawd, now I have to share my story of how I made gangster friends on accident. Get ready because this one's kinda long.

Okay, I live in the city of Cincinnati. I'm not sure how many of you are familiar with the city, but it's basically divided into three main parts. Typically, it's divided into two main parts, East side and West side. East side is the richer part of Cincinnati, where West side is the average to not so good part. East side rs and West side rs don't really intermingle, and if you ever meet someone from Cincinnati outside of Cincinnati, the first thing your asked is 'East or West?' Depending on your response, you'll either continue talking or they'll walk away.

Now then, I'm from West Cincinnati, from a little community known as Northbrook to be more specific, which is right outside Colerain Township. Northbrook is one of the gray areas of Cincinnati, it's not really bad, but it's not good either. Anyways, there are a lot of areas in Cincinnat you want to stay away from . These parts are Mt. Airy, College Hill, Over the Rhine, and south Clifton. These areas are inhabited by shady characters due to the low rent costs. Clifton, however, is also home to several College students.

My buddy Stephen lives in Clifton, just on the outskirts of South Clifton. We went to a party at his friends' house one day that (unbeknown-st to me) was in the worst part of Clifton. We had been drinking for quite some time before going to the party, enjoying Killian's Irish Ale and the occasional swig from my always handy bottle of Captain Morgan's. We get to the party and it's pretty fun. I met up with a guy named James that went to the same school as me, and another guy named Elliot, a short, plump College Freshman that couldn't have been older than 19. James and I decide we were going to go look for girls, since the area we were hanging in previously had none around. So we're walking around, socializing with different people, and eventually, find girls to talk to and separate. Stephen and I had already separated once we arrived at the party, deciding to seek out different people.

So I'm happily intoxicated talking to this girl who's name escapes me. I do remember that she was wearing a black dress and drinking Arbor Mist wine. I saw another girl out of the corner of my eye, and turned to look at her. Immediately I knew this wasn't the kind of girl you wanted to mess with. She was wearing a plain white tank top, jean shorts that she had cut entirely too short, and high top air force ones. I avoided the female, knowing that somewhere around was her overprotective (and probably criminal) boyfriend. I continue to talk to my girl, who I shall call Arbor, and we carried on a decent conversation for a while.

Now, it's getting pretty late. So I pull out my cell phone to give Stephen a call. (I was going to be crashing at his place) Stephen informs me that he had left and was currently walking back to his house. I did not know the way, but I knew that he lived on Vine street, just a block away from the zoo. I start asking around for directions, but no one seems to know how to get there. After a while, I look up to see Elliot, the freshman, hitting on the girl that was clearly trouble. She's telling him to back off, but he had clearly drank past his limit and was being over persistent.

A few moments later, a rather muscular man without a shirt on comes over to Elliot and tells him that the girl he was hitting on was his girlfriend, and the girl stands up and gets behind him. Elliot apologizes, and the man walks away. The next thing that happened struck me as instant trouble. Elliot FOLLOWED the man into the house, which was now filled with the shadiest looking people you can find in Cincinnati. I couldn't let poor drunken Elliot walk right into an automatic ass beating, so I told Arbor I'd talk to her later and run to Elliot's aid.

"Lucian! I have to tell that guy with the dragon tattoo I'm sorry. I was hitting on his girlfriend and I didn't know!"

"I know Elliot, he told you not to worry about it so just go back to your buddies."

"No Lucian! He didn't hear me! I have to tell him!"

"ELLIOT! You told him man, just go back down the stairs."

It went back and forth like this until a man standing at least 6'5 walks onto the porch Elliot is so eager to get up to.

"Which one of you was hitting on my sister?"

Elliot: "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU! Hey go get that one guy I have to tell him something."

"Nah bro you talk to me to talk to him."

"I just told you to go get him are you stupid."

Me: "ELLIOT! Shut up man go down the stairs before you get your ass kicked!"

"He don't know me Lucian! I'll hit his jaw and he'll go to sleep!"

This new man, who could have easily tore Elliot a few new holes, takes off his shirt and walks down the stairs toward Elliot. I am now in between a drunken fool determined to get into the house, and a pissed off possible multiple felon. I struggle with Elliot a bit more, and the tall guy walks into the street, chugs a beer, takes off his shirt and calls Elliot out.

I'll speed things up. Long story short, a this point, James returns with some girl and asks me what I was doing, I told him. James and I found Elliot's friends and Elliot is drug away (against his will, he's still trying to say sorry to the chick's boyfriend) into a car and leaves. It's at this point the tall guy puts his shirt back on and walks straight up to me.

"I respect you man. You saved your boy from a real ass kicking. I just want you to know you're cool man, and you can chill with me and my boys whenever you want you feel me?"

"Thanks I appreciate that. I just think of it from their point of view. Tomorrow he'll wake up, remember what happened, or not, but either way he'll know he didn't get his ass kicked."

"And that's why I respect you. Want a beer?"

"Sure. Hey, do you know how to get to Vine street from here?"

He gave me directions back to Vine street, and told me a few places to stay away from if I didn't want to get mugged. I walked back to Stephen's house, slipped in the back door, and went to sleep.

The end.