well, well, well....I had quite the opportunity last night of the most glorious adventure, and def the funniest prank I've ever undertaken...my fellow culprits were laura and hannah price (hint: trouble ahead)... I believe that in this world there are far too many serious people, consumed with their own thoughts, shut off in their own little world...and so we sought to break that very barrier through something utterly human and quite hilarious: a fart. not just any fart my dears, but 15 different types of farts contained within a small black box linked to a speaker... a tiny remote enabled the fantastic sound to spring forth, amusing us to no end and breaking down even the most unlikely prospects... [I don't know too many friends who would find this prank hilarious for 3 hrs straight so I thankyou Hannah and Laura for sharing my humour.]
...the perfect place to accomplish our task was the subway--you could count on seeing a variety of people and thankfully rest in the safety that we probably wouldn't see our targets again, or at least recognize them...in our observations we found that the women were the toughest to break through to, and other than the younger women closer to our age, most maintained a straight face, changing only to accomodate a frown or scowl...the men on the other hand provided us with some glorious reactions, and we left a few giggling like fifth grade boys after our obnoxiously loud farts...I must say, the whole prank was enjoyable but it was more fun-I think-watching peoples' mouths drop open and heads swing round at either hannah and laura than the awkward looks I got myself...try to imagine the feeling when walking past someone and hearing a loud fart noise coming from yourself...it's a mix of embarrassment at the sound of it and yet how can you feel too embarrassed when you rest in the safety of the knowlegde that it actually wasn't you...and that my friends, is why we got better and better throughout the night at hiding our giggles and pretending to whiff the air around us...o' it twas grand.
some examples:
laura:
-stood at edge of the platform and let our a huge :fart:. the two men standing slightly behind her (in their late 20's/early 30's) waited for a few seconds and then uttered one word: "safety". [safety is what you say when you want to let ppl know you didn't do it]. :grins:
-walked past a guy who caught her eye and said "hey-y" . Right after she let out a huge :fart: and his eyes went wide and he looked back, nudging his friend to see if what he'd heard was right. [that'll teach him no to hit on just any girl].
-stood outside of the subway workers office and let out a few and they came running out yelling, "quick run, evacuate the building" and at the shock of seeing only laura exclaimed, "what? and by such a pretty girl. you need to eat more vegetables".
-walked past a group of guys and :fart: , immediately "was that her??!" "did you hear that?!" all glancing back at poor laura.
hannah:
-walked past a group of older men and let out a not-so-subtle :fart:. immediately they all turned to one guy and said "dave! come on", he was protesting saying, "it wasn't me it was that girl" none of them believed him and we followed them onto the subway and placed hannah just near them so she could keep letting off :fart: after :fart:
-stood near a couple who were practically making out on a bench and just as they were getting into it, she let out a big :fart: making them collapse into one another with giggles..
>we broke up alot of couples' moments last night with our machine
me(Beth):
-sat behind an older man on the train and let out a few :farts: . he turned his head in suprise, a sly grin playing on his lips. I leaned forward, whispered "sorry" and promptly let out another..his head shot around and then after that he refused to look at me
-walked past a woman sitting by the wall and let out a :fart: we both turned and looked at each other accusingly (man she gave me the worst glare)
-walked past a couple standing by a column talking avidly and let outa few--the guy started cracking up and couldn't stop laughing..
all in all it was a glorious night on the whole...I'd do it again any day...conclusion:
best reactions : men over women; left an asian guy dying of laughter, shoulders shaking everytime one of us walked by. he wanted to hear all 15 fart noises once he figured out so we showed him; one guy figured it out and got into it and when hannah let out one, exclaimed to other people something along the lines of , "she's got problems, she can't help it"....
it was a beautiful way to communicate to a bunch of strangers...aw man..good times..
THE END.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Monday, August 28, 2006
rebel
my hopes were dashed today when--while lying on my stomach on the roof and peering over--my mother caught me and expressed her irritation, ordering me to get back inside at once.....boring....so I rebelled and went out and played guitar in my underwear and my boyfriend's shirt on her balcony...so there.
Friday, August 04, 2006
being 20 isn't so bad
for my 1st birthday in Canada, it was fantastic...if my day had been a constant slideshow, I think the majority of the shots would have captured my jaw on the floor due to all the suprises that keep popping up around every corner...man, it exceeded every expectation but rather than rambling on, I suppose I should fill you in...
...the morning sky intrigued me--that day I turned 20...it was as gray and full as an old man's hair, and yet it was countered by the sun spilling through its seams...I wasn't sure whether the sky was teasing me by holding back the rain, or simply asking me to appreciate its undecision...either way, I fell back asleep and when I woke up again, it was beautiful and sunny...
...my presents were excellent--ranging from a sweet laptop with it's own pocket-filled case (I love pockets) to an eccentric present from a relative that produced alot of laughter as I pranced around in it while trying to figure out its use...we concluded that though it seemed to be intended as a scarf, it could also be used as a scandalous wrap-around piece of lingerie or a mosquito net for my room...who knows...much to my suprise the last letter revealed a postcard from France written my own dear boyfriend (who continued to amuse me throughout the day)...
...Jay showed up with a birthday hug and a bag full of suprises from his travels, including a journal all about his adventures with photos to illustrate>my fav present of the day...:grins: course the german chocolate was also a hit...sigh...chocolate...
we (my family and some friends visiting from south carolina (the Strevens)) all went swimming for a bit at my aunt's pool...man the water was amazing....sigh... Jay and I escaped for some delish pizza and then wandered our way around stouffville....found a little bridge tucked away and reminisced about our first meeting and different adventures since then...time slowed down for a bit....it was lovely...later we went for a walk on an inviting trail that led us scrambling through wild flowers to a gate overlooking a tiny pond...more like a muddy puddle...but still quite the find, with reeds and bullrushes decking its edges...time again slowed down for awhile and before we knew it, we were dashing back to the car, frantically rushing to walmart to pick up Jay's VISA that he had misplaced there...
...secret, well-awaited plans, however, were destined to take place and Jay decided to pull into the parking lot of a school that my friends and I often played soccer at...."don't you want to see your friends?" he kept asking, and I innocently protested that they didn't start soccer until 7:30...Jay ran off behind the school to check and when he appeared again with Caitlin I began to feel that something was up...she mentioned having to get a ball from adam's room and my suspicions grew....'I bet there's a suprise party at her house' I thought excitedly....but we got there and nothing was out of the norm...we headed back to the school and as we rounded the back parking lot, I braced myself for the party that awaited me there...but the suspense disappeared, replaced by the sight of 2 cars with people casually talking, not seeming in the least suprised to see us...I laughed at myself inwardly for my imagination and felt a bit clueless as to what was going on...Jay was silent as Jen was telling the story of an apt. offer and although he seemed a bit tense, nothing seemed to be going on...
...suddenly a car pulled up packed with people yelling, "Happy Birthday!" and I was handed a card that read: "Instructions: {Waaaaaaaa...} The following tasks awaiting you are a test to see your skills of a professional adventurer>so think back to your adventures with your buds from Ux from the past yr! :Now: Go see your best gf!" Cait was already there, and pushed me into her van and we drove off while she gave me my clue #1: "The first place in Uxbridge your music gave you fright while playing in front of people".........I knew it had to be Brix but Cait took the longest way possible (effort of stalling of course) ...came round the corner into the coffeehouse and Mel and Reva were there with the next clue...Cait dashed off for a sec and appeared again with a video cam in hand, declaring that for every clue I got wrong, I'd have to do something crazy on camera....
clue #2: *opposite of hate ________
*childbirth ________
*a bowel _______
_V_NT
= love labour movement event (clever one guys)
I knew it was the Uxbridge Music Hall but I couldn't quite get the title of the place right..I'm still not sure if that's it .......so my first camera moment was me moonwalking, slidin' my suave self across the coffeehouse floor...Mel gave it away (thankyou Mel) and with that I was saved from any more embarrassment (for the time being anyways)
..we jumped back in the car and arrived at the Music Hall where Ruthie was chillin outside waiting for us, by this time I had acquired a lovely bright red wig for gaining my previous clue..
Clue #3: "DON'T PICTURE THIS"..............I was at a loss at first and Cait made me do jumping jacks on camera...but the instant she said 'think pictures' I knew it was the old barn that we'd taken pics at one day..[it was kind of an embarrassing memory actually due to the fact that I took a buttload of pics and then realized there was no film in the camera]....sigh...anyways, off to the old barn! Cait handed me a blue frock to put on and we all got in the car, drove to the field and as we were scrambling through some grass we came upon Esther and Josh making out---just kidding they weren't making out :grins: they were waiting with the next clue for us.
Clue#4: "Adventure+fairies+treeforts+fields+trespassing= _________(not a word)(hee hee)"
I could not get this one for the life of me and as a result I was forced to eat a flower, which didn't taste that bad actually...finally someone slipped a hint about me going there with Jen and I exclaimed "ohhhh the treefort with poo" (i mean really, if they'd mentioned the poo I would have guessed it ages ago :grins:)
on the way to the field the clouds had turned crazy dark and over our destination there was a clear distinct line between the rain and the clear sky and it was getting more and more windy as we drove...we were pretty worried Jen had been struck by lightening as we pulled up but she was there, ready with a camera, no worries....we got out of the car and the wind was whipping at us it was crazystyle man! a garbage blew past us and I jumped back yelling cuz I thought it was an animal it was so loud...Clue #5: "A FOLD YOU CAN'T SEE"....Jen was hopping around behind me with something and right when I realized "A blindfold" she slipped it over my face, pushed me into her car and we drove to my house...I told her on the way she should try to confuse me cuz I figured I knew it was my house and so she turned around in random driveways and then we arrived, soaking, the blindfold was ripped off and I was greeted by a bunch of friends and my family and Jay (looking so thrilled that his plan had worked out).........
MAN IT WAS THE BEST BDAY I'VE EVER HAD...THANKS EVERYONE WHO WAS IN ON IT...CRAZYSTYLE, RANDOM, DANCING, IT WAS THE BEST!
course the night wasn't over, the rain was still dripping after everyone had left so Jay and I escaped for a night walk in bare feet in the rain...it was crazysweet....Jay you're the best! can't wait til your bday to prove it to you! :grins: I love you you crazy boy...
yea so being 20 pretty much rocks...can't complain..
...the morning sky intrigued me--that day I turned 20...it was as gray and full as an old man's hair, and yet it was countered by the sun spilling through its seams...I wasn't sure whether the sky was teasing me by holding back the rain, or simply asking me to appreciate its undecision...either way, I fell back asleep and when I woke up again, it was beautiful and sunny...
...my presents were excellent--ranging from a sweet laptop with it's own pocket-filled case (I love pockets) to an eccentric present from a relative that produced alot of laughter as I pranced around in it while trying to figure out its use...we concluded that though it seemed to be intended as a scarf, it could also be used as a scandalous wrap-around piece of lingerie or a mosquito net for my room...who knows...much to my suprise the last letter revealed a postcard from France written my own dear boyfriend (who continued to amuse me throughout the day)...
...Jay showed up with a birthday hug and a bag full of suprises from his travels, including a journal all about his adventures with photos to illustrate>my fav present of the day...:grins: course the german chocolate was also a hit...sigh...chocolate...
we (my family and some friends visiting from south carolina (the Strevens)) all went swimming for a bit at my aunt's pool...man the water was amazing....sigh... Jay and I escaped for some delish pizza and then wandered our way around stouffville....found a little bridge tucked away and reminisced about our first meeting and different adventures since then...time slowed down for a bit....it was lovely...later we went for a walk on an inviting trail that led us scrambling through wild flowers to a gate overlooking a tiny pond...more like a muddy puddle...but still quite the find, with reeds and bullrushes decking its edges...time again slowed down for awhile and before we knew it, we were dashing back to the car, frantically rushing to walmart to pick up Jay's VISA that he had misplaced there...
...secret, well-awaited plans, however, were destined to take place and Jay decided to pull into the parking lot of a school that my friends and I often played soccer at...."don't you want to see your friends?" he kept asking, and I innocently protested that they didn't start soccer until 7:30...Jay ran off behind the school to check and when he appeared again with Caitlin I began to feel that something was up...she mentioned having to get a ball from adam's room and my suspicions grew....'I bet there's a suprise party at her house' I thought excitedly....but we got there and nothing was out of the norm...we headed back to the school and as we rounded the back parking lot, I braced myself for the party that awaited me there...but the suspense disappeared, replaced by the sight of 2 cars with people casually talking, not seeming in the least suprised to see us...I laughed at myself inwardly for my imagination and felt a bit clueless as to what was going on...Jay was silent as Jen was telling the story of an apt. offer and although he seemed a bit tense, nothing seemed to be going on...
...suddenly a car pulled up packed with people yelling, "Happy Birthday!" and I was handed a card that read: "Instructions: {Waaaaaaaa...} The following tasks awaiting you are a test to see your skills of a professional adventurer>so think back to your adventures with your buds from Ux from the past yr! :Now: Go see your best gf!" Cait was already there, and pushed me into her van and we drove off while she gave me my clue #1: "The first place in Uxbridge your music gave you fright while playing in front of people".........I knew it had to be Brix but Cait took the longest way possible (effort of stalling of course) ...came round the corner into the coffeehouse and Mel and Reva were there with the next clue...Cait dashed off for a sec and appeared again with a video cam in hand, declaring that for every clue I got wrong, I'd have to do something crazy on camera....
clue #2: *opposite of hate ________
*childbirth ________
*a bowel _______
_V_NT
= love labour movement event (clever one guys)
I knew it was the Uxbridge Music Hall but I couldn't quite get the title of the place right..I'm still not sure if that's it .......so my first camera moment was me moonwalking, slidin' my suave self across the coffeehouse floor...Mel gave it away (thankyou Mel) and with that I was saved from any more embarrassment (for the time being anyways)
..we jumped back in the car and arrived at the Music Hall where Ruthie was chillin outside waiting for us, by this time I had acquired a lovely bright red wig for gaining my previous clue..
Clue #3: "DON'T PICTURE THIS"..............I was at a loss at first and Cait made me do jumping jacks on camera...but the instant she said 'think pictures' I knew it was the old barn that we'd taken pics at one day..[it was kind of an embarrassing memory actually due to the fact that I took a buttload of pics and then realized there was no film in the camera]....sigh...anyways, off to the old barn! Cait handed me a blue frock to put on and we all got in the car, drove to the field and as we were scrambling through some grass we came upon Esther and Josh making out---just kidding they weren't making out :grins: they were waiting with the next clue for us.
Clue#4: "Adventure+fairies+treeforts+fields+trespassing= _________(not a word)(hee hee)"
I could not get this one for the life of me and as a result I was forced to eat a flower, which didn't taste that bad actually...finally someone slipped a hint about me going there with Jen and I exclaimed "ohhhh the treefort with poo" (i mean really, if they'd mentioned the poo I would have guessed it ages ago :grins:)
on the way to the field the clouds had turned crazy dark and over our destination there was a clear distinct line between the rain and the clear sky and it was getting more and more windy as we drove...we were pretty worried Jen had been struck by lightening as we pulled up but she was there, ready with a camera, no worries....we got out of the car and the wind was whipping at us it was crazystyle man! a garbage blew past us and I jumped back yelling cuz I thought it was an animal it was so loud...Clue #5: "A FOLD YOU CAN'T SEE"....Jen was hopping around behind me with something and right when I realized "A blindfold" she slipped it over my face, pushed me into her car and we drove to my house...I told her on the way she should try to confuse me cuz I figured I knew it was my house and so she turned around in random driveways and then we arrived, soaking, the blindfold was ripped off and I was greeted by a bunch of friends and my family and Jay (looking so thrilled that his plan had worked out).........
MAN IT WAS THE BEST BDAY I'VE EVER HAD...THANKS EVERYONE WHO WAS IN ON IT...CRAZYSTYLE, RANDOM, DANCING, IT WAS THE BEST!
course the night wasn't over, the rain was still dripping after everyone had left so Jay and I escaped for a night walk in bare feet in the rain...it was crazysweet....Jay you're the best! can't wait til your bday to prove it to you! :grins: I love you you crazy boy...
yea so being 20 pretty much rocks...can't complain..
Sunday, June 11, 2006
bunch of idiots on a boat
...allow me to tell you of the 'famous seven', known for their excellent explorations, quick and skillful decisions, and harmonious natures...their noble characteristics had the fortunate occasion to be combined this past weekend, deep in the heart of a place called Muskoka...
..it was a bright and beautiful day when the Prices and the Whitakers joined forces to undertake an expedition to an island that had been spotted and coveted a day earlier...this would not just be any expedition, however, it was likely that unexpected adventures would spring up..
[the 'famous seven' consisted of the following people: Beth, Sarah, Naomi, & Jordan Whitaker, Hannah, Laura, and Matthew Price]..
..after a few frenzied moments of grabbing lifejackets, hauling canoes down to the water, and struggling to shove ourselves off, we settled down enough to begin the rowing...two of the boats were quite far out when it happened...[DUN DUN DUNNN] Hannah, Jordan, and I were in one canoe, happily paddling along, trying to avoid turning sideways because the water was furiously choppy that day, when all of a sudden a wave begin to tip the boat [SWUUOOPP] and over we went..Hannah and I were giggling and yelling when Jordan began to scream out of panic...the intensity of the moment was just too much for the 8 yr old...thankfully our klutzy bodies had been previously fitted with lifejackets, so there was no real danger...after thrashing about next to the boat for a bit while Hannah and Jordan floated off to shore, I was saved from using my guns to pull the boat back alone (thanks to Laura and Naomi)...I reached the shore, feeling a bit like a drowned rat, sneakers sloshing with every step, and clothes that held onto me like a leech...but like a true championess I was not dismayed...after a bit of drying by the fire, me and the others were ready to tackle the expedition again.. Hannah and Jordan chose to stay behind and this time we settled on taking the big boat, a thicker and sturdier choice...
...once again we set off, this time just five of us, perched on our seats (which weren't very comfortable) , and stroke-by-stroke we began to move...just when we began to think we were making very good headway, a speed boat pulled up alongside to ask if we were ok...suddenly the image of ourselves-- a bunch of idiots on this chilly, choppy day, trying to paddle our way out to a tiny island--came to mind and we all smiled sheepishly and assured the concerned couple that we were on an adventure...they offered to tow us to the island, assuming it was the nice big one with houses, but once we neared it, we instead pointed to the tiny island (even it can even be termed an island) and insisted that this was our real destination..with a bit of pulling and slipping, all five of us climbed onto our mini-paradise with our boat rope in hand...waving madly to the kind couple we saw them off to continue their journey..
..it was at this point we realized that the island was covered in prickly bushes and one had to jump from rock to rock to avoid spearing our feet...BUT, we had arrived and therefore did not blame the island for its difficulties..in fact there was a nice little crevice that provided a good toilet for two of us (we won't specify)...not all details should be shared and so we'll skip the poo-spearing part other than to name it...anyways, after about 5 mins we were ready to head back and after dragging the boat up one side of the island and sending laura and the boat sliding into the water down the other side, we felt quite ready to go..laura finally drifted back to us and we all clambered in, claiming seats...matt's beastly feet kept poking us but we handled it quite well..everyone lay down and when we sat back up we found that the wind had helped us drift away quite nicely...but it was back to work with the paddles...a chorus of voices began to shout, "STROKE, STROKE, TOMATOES (that was me), STROKE" etc...when we got close enough to our dock we all splashed our way to shore, soaking yet another change of clothes, to tell our adventure to the mums, hannah, and jordan...
...the rest of the day was quite hilarious due to the fact that the wind kept blowing the smoke from our fire back into the room, but we couldn't close the chilly windows because we needed the air to help us breathe...so amidst the perlious blue haze, we all huddled as close to the fire place as possible to avoid freezing from the outside air...the fire alarm kept going off and someone would groan and run down the hall to deliver us all from its hanus shrieking...
..so there's a story of the 'famous seven'...stay tuned for next time...
..it was a bright and beautiful day when the Prices and the Whitakers joined forces to undertake an expedition to an island that had been spotted and coveted a day earlier...this would not just be any expedition, however, it was likely that unexpected adventures would spring up..
[the 'famous seven' consisted of the following people: Beth, Sarah, Naomi, & Jordan Whitaker, Hannah, Laura, and Matthew Price]..
..after a few frenzied moments of grabbing lifejackets, hauling canoes down to the water, and struggling to shove ourselves off, we settled down enough to begin the rowing...two of the boats were quite far out when it happened...[DUN DUN DUNNN] Hannah, Jordan, and I were in one canoe, happily paddling along, trying to avoid turning sideways because the water was furiously choppy that day, when all of a sudden a wave begin to tip the boat [SWUUOOPP] and over we went..Hannah and I were giggling and yelling when Jordan began to scream out of panic...the intensity of the moment was just too much for the 8 yr old...thankfully our klutzy bodies had been previously fitted with lifejackets, so there was no real danger...after thrashing about next to the boat for a bit while Hannah and Jordan floated off to shore, I was saved from using my guns to pull the boat back alone (thanks to Laura and Naomi)...I reached the shore, feeling a bit like a drowned rat, sneakers sloshing with every step, and clothes that held onto me like a leech...but like a true championess I was not dismayed...after a bit of drying by the fire, me and the others were ready to tackle the expedition again.. Hannah and Jordan chose to stay behind and this time we settled on taking the big boat, a thicker and sturdier choice...
...once again we set off, this time just five of us, perched on our seats (which weren't very comfortable) , and stroke-by-stroke we began to move...just when we began to think we were making very good headway, a speed boat pulled up alongside to ask if we were ok...suddenly the image of ourselves-- a bunch of idiots on this chilly, choppy day, trying to paddle our way out to a tiny island--came to mind and we all smiled sheepishly and assured the concerned couple that we were on an adventure...they offered to tow us to the island, assuming it was the nice big one with houses, but once we neared it, we instead pointed to the tiny island (even it can even be termed an island) and insisted that this was our real destination..with a bit of pulling and slipping, all five of us climbed onto our mini-paradise with our boat rope in hand...waving madly to the kind couple we saw them off to continue their journey..
..it was at this point we realized that the island was covered in prickly bushes and one had to jump from rock to rock to avoid spearing our feet...BUT, we had arrived and therefore did not blame the island for its difficulties..in fact there was a nice little crevice that provided a good toilet for two of us (we won't specify)...not all details should be shared and so we'll skip the poo-spearing part other than to name it...anyways, after about 5 mins we were ready to head back and after dragging the boat up one side of the island and sending laura and the boat sliding into the water down the other side, we felt quite ready to go..laura finally drifted back to us and we all clambered in, claiming seats...matt's beastly feet kept poking us but we handled it quite well..everyone lay down and when we sat back up we found that the wind had helped us drift away quite nicely...but it was back to work with the paddles...a chorus of voices began to shout, "STROKE, STROKE, TOMATOES (that was me), STROKE" etc...when we got close enough to our dock we all splashed our way to shore, soaking yet another change of clothes, to tell our adventure to the mums, hannah, and jordan...
...the rest of the day was quite hilarious due to the fact that the wind kept blowing the smoke from our fire back into the room, but we couldn't close the chilly windows because we needed the air to help us breathe...so amidst the perlious blue haze, we all huddled as close to the fire place as possible to avoid freezing from the outside air...the fire alarm kept going off and someone would groan and run down the hall to deliver us all from its hanus shrieking...
..so there's a story of the 'famous seven'...stay tuned for next time...
Friday, May 12, 2006
sleep adventures
it hit me the other morning after waking up from the 5th or so nightmare that I've had this week that I am just not normal in my sleep...so here are some stories of crazy adventures I've had in my sleep:
1)one night at Capernwray... me: "rainbows! crap! rainbows!"
karin: "what? beth?"
I didn't reply but instead proceeded to push up with my feet, (I was on the bottom bunk) springing karin and her mattress into the air...I woke up to the sound of "ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" and quickly put her back down. [the dream I had been entertaining involved my roomates locking me in a tunnel and taking away my icecream...] so naturally what could I do but push up at the ceiling? conclusion: I am slightly crazy.
2)there were alot of nights at Capernwray where I would just stand up beside my bed randomly and when questioned as to what I was doing, I would mutter something like "wow" and go back to sleep..
3)the most memorable times of sleepwalking, however, involve climbing into other peoples' beds..[I think when one is asleep, our emotions go to an extreme...] in florida I was working at a camp and crossed the room in my sleep and thought someone was in my bed..I got so pissed off that I was about to cuss them out when I woke up for real and realized my bed was def not on that side of the room....at capernwray I climbed into my roomate's bunk (karin again--poor girl) and felt her leg and thought "ahh! flesh!" and climbed back into my bed...the final time involved my roomate heather and altho I didn't climb all the way I was completely confused because I woke up in front of a window (there were 2 in our room) and immediately assumed it was mine..felt around on the bottom bed for my pillow when I heard a voice, "beth?" I drew back and stood up (confused and scared) "yes?" I said in a little voice. "are you alright?" she asked. "I can't find my bed", I replied, feeling more and more like a little lost kid. She took me back across the room and settled me in...haha...aw man that was a funny night..
4)when I was a kid I went sleepwalking one night into the downstairs bathroom. my parents were sitting on the couch watching t.v . they saw me walk by, enter the bathroom, flush the toilet and return back upstairs...hmm
5) I've woken up a bunch of times somewhere in my room, feeling confused that I wasn't sure where I was, and then feeling immediately frustrated knowing that I had to find my way back to my bed.
-this guy used to wake up running in his street away from his home...man so much for rest at night..
-my friend's friend woke up in a grocery aisle in his pj's with a cart full of groceries...he somehow drove there in his sleep....man...
1)one night at Capernwray... me: "rainbows! crap! rainbows!"
karin: "what? beth?"
I didn't reply but instead proceeded to push up with my feet, (I was on the bottom bunk) springing karin and her mattress into the air...I woke up to the sound of "ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" and quickly put her back down. [the dream I had been entertaining involved my roomates locking me in a tunnel and taking away my icecream...] so naturally what could I do but push up at the ceiling? conclusion: I am slightly crazy.
2)there were alot of nights at Capernwray where I would just stand up beside my bed randomly and when questioned as to what I was doing, I would mutter something like "wow" and go back to sleep..
3)the most memorable times of sleepwalking, however, involve climbing into other peoples' beds..[I think when one is asleep, our emotions go to an extreme...] in florida I was working at a camp and crossed the room in my sleep and thought someone was in my bed..I got so pissed off that I was about to cuss them out when I woke up for real and realized my bed was def not on that side of the room....at capernwray I climbed into my roomate's bunk (karin again--poor girl) and felt her leg and thought "ahh! flesh!" and climbed back into my bed...the final time involved my roomate heather and altho I didn't climb all the way I was completely confused because I woke up in front of a window (there were 2 in our room) and immediately assumed it was mine..felt around on the bottom bed for my pillow when I heard a voice, "beth?" I drew back and stood up (confused and scared) "yes?" I said in a little voice. "are you alright?" she asked. "I can't find my bed", I replied, feeling more and more like a little lost kid. She took me back across the room and settled me in...haha...aw man that was a funny night..
4)when I was a kid I went sleepwalking one night into the downstairs bathroom. my parents were sitting on the couch watching t.v . they saw me walk by, enter the bathroom, flush the toilet and return back upstairs...hmm
5) I've woken up a bunch of times somewhere in my room, feeling confused that I wasn't sure where I was, and then feeling immediately frustrated knowing that I had to find my way back to my bed.
6) the most memorable nightmare/sleepadventure thing of this past week involved me standing up on my bed, pulling stuff off my windowsil, with the intention of climbing out to get away from whatever was scaring me in my dream-like state...I jolted awake before I could open the window, and thought "man the window's too scary to climb out of at night".....and then "wait, why am I going to climb out"...and then, "dang it's another dream"..and then I went back to sleep...argh....but no nightmare last night...thank goodness..
*Bonus stories*-this guy used to wake up running in his street away from his home...man so much for rest at night..
-my friend's friend woke up in a grocery aisle in his pj's with a cart full of groceries...he somehow drove there in his sleep....man...
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Fancy-Smancy-date
--it seems that Jay and I have started a trend for unusual dates because the long-awaited fancy-smancy date of the 29th was far from normal...:grins: don't get me wrong, it was fabulous...but it seemed like humour had just decided to invite itself along in all the most unexpected times...haha...
--the morning began with 2 showers because my hair wasn't working the first time and I sound like such a girl admitting that but oh well I'm confessing...I was creeping up the stairs for my 2nd shower when I caught a glimpse of someone in the front window..thinking it was just Naomi I edged around the corner, only to find it was Christian Huizenga working away in our front yard..crap--I shot back around my corner and decided fine--I would just make a run for it..shower accomplished I headed back down to my room when I realized, oh junk there are windows in my room, hopefully the huizengas aren't in the backyard...walked into my room and saw steven huiz. walk past...oh shoot...so basically ended up standing on my bed, flattened against the wall, trying desperately to stuff a pillow into the window to block it without being seen...that in itself began the hilarious day...
--Jay showed up with his parents in tow and I was quite pleased to greet him and see his stunned smile at my hotness :grins: ah who am I kidding..but he did look a lil speechless at first..haha..took pics on the lawn and then we were off..
--our first stop was for dinner at the Hilton..steak=ooh la la...kinda funny, us country bumpkins (as Jay's dad put it) eating at this posh place, taking goofy pics and most likely ticking everyone off...I managed to start off dinner with my special smoothness, by opening my menu and knocking Jay's knife onto the floor..the waitress was on top of things however..no worries...dessert was swell..chocolate sin cake...we were angels however no worries :grins: of course no date goes smoothly, and our waitress gave the suprise of the night away when she happily announced "Your shuttle is ready, enjoy your show!" and Jay and Mr. Donor silently fumed and hurrily ushered Mrs. Donor and I out the door before she could spill anymore..
--as predicted we ended up at "Lord of the Rings" the musical...splendid splendid musical, amazing music/crazy dancing with tables and wild short hobbits/an awesome stage that moved people up and down and into holes and what not/and nothing beats sitting next to a boy you really like, holding his hand, and occasionally slipping off into thoughts about him...altho course I was mostly watching the show :grins:
--after the show we headed out back into the countryside and Jay revealed the final plan...blankets+spot to sit+us......only part he didn't mention is that his parents planned to join us...haha in fact he had intended for his parents to find their own spot..but they didn't seem to pick up on it...:chuckles: and we all ended up sitting on our new house's porch, with his parents going on about something and Jay whispering in my ear "I want to run away" ...haha...sure noone wants their parents on the date but haha it sure makes for a funny story....
--the morning began with 2 showers because my hair wasn't working the first time and I sound like such a girl admitting that but oh well I'm confessing...I was creeping up the stairs for my 2nd shower when I caught a glimpse of someone in the front window..thinking it was just Naomi I edged around the corner, only to find it was Christian Huizenga working away in our front yard..crap--I shot back around my corner and decided fine--I would just make a run for it..shower accomplished I headed back down to my room when I realized, oh junk there are windows in my room, hopefully the huizengas aren't in the backyard...walked into my room and saw steven huiz. walk past...oh shoot...so basically ended up standing on my bed, flattened against the wall, trying desperately to stuff a pillow into the window to block it without being seen...that in itself began the hilarious day...
--Jay showed up with his parents in tow and I was quite pleased to greet him and see his stunned smile at my hotness :grins: ah who am I kidding..but he did look a lil speechless at first..haha..took pics on the lawn and then we were off..
--our first stop was for dinner at the Hilton..steak=ooh la la...kinda funny, us country bumpkins (as Jay's dad put it) eating at this posh place, taking goofy pics and most likely ticking everyone off...I managed to start off dinner with my special smoothness, by opening my menu and knocking Jay's knife onto the floor..the waitress was on top of things however..no worries...dessert was swell..chocolate sin cake...we were angels however no worries :grins: of course no date goes smoothly, and our waitress gave the suprise of the night away when she happily announced "Your shuttle is ready, enjoy your show!" and Jay and Mr. Donor silently fumed and hurrily ushered Mrs. Donor and I out the door before she could spill anymore..
--as predicted we ended up at "Lord of the Rings" the musical...splendid splendid musical, amazing music/crazy dancing with tables and wild short hobbits/an awesome stage that moved people up and down and into holes and what not/and nothing beats sitting next to a boy you really like, holding his hand, and occasionally slipping off into thoughts about him...altho course I was mostly watching the show :grins:
--after the show we headed out back into the countryside and Jay revealed the final plan...blankets+spot to sit+us......only part he didn't mention is that his parents planned to join us...haha in fact he had intended for his parents to find their own spot..but they didn't seem to pick up on it...:chuckles: and we all ended up sitting on our new house's porch, with his parents going on about something and Jay whispering in my ear "I want to run away" ...haha...sure noone wants their parents on the date but haha it sure makes for a funny story....
Monday, April 24, 2006
Chin-face-date
when planning a first official date I suppose most normal people would consider such things as a walk in the park, or a candlelit dinner...haha...but my dear friends, I am not normal, so sorry to bust your bubble but my norm invites absolute craziness into the mix, as you will find out...:grins:
--on the fated day of Friday, April 21st, a young man by the name of Jay Donor appeared at my house, dressed in a hoodie and jeans, expecting to pick me up for our first date...upon his arrival, however, he opened the door to find my sister accompanied by a big grin, holding out my cell phone, some cheese and apples to aid him on his quest, and a note for him to read...on my cell phone was a video I had constructed a day earlier with instructions along the lines of, "your job is to find me to prove yourself worthy to me as a boyfriend" followed by a variety of hints as to where I was...the video pictured me, or rather, my chin, from an upside-down view with a nose, eyes, freckles, and mustache drawn on to my o so lovely chin-face...I had no reason to start out the date normally as you can see..
--while Jay was receiving these instructions, I happened to be crouching down behind a dirt pile at the property of a house that my dad is renovating ("Jake's house" as we refer to it)...you see I was waiting for Jay to appear in search of me...I had a few gripping moments when a car that I thought was Jay's passed, and also when a truck pulled up alongside my car..but both were false alarms and my heartbeat managed to slow down a bit....then he came...the poor unsuspecting boy..little did he know what he was undertaking...I watched him pass by the house and decided it was time...creeping slowly round the dirt pile I snuck up to the side of the house and peeked round, hoping that he was far enough ahead..satisfied that he was nearing the selected place I crept up to the porch and grabbed a Super Soaker from under a tarp that I had hidden there earlier..I also grabbed my boombox that I had placed on a table too....
--what I needed to mention earlier is that the clues would have led Jay to a bull-dozer sitting in the field...I had dressed up a dummy in my clothes and placed it just so it would resemble me as if I was just chillin on the seat...according to Jay, he completely fell for it, and snuck up to it all stealth-like..(didn't actually realize it wasn't me until he had climbed onto the dozer)..haha.. a compliment to my artistry...haha I wish I had seen that part...but unfortunately I was still clambering up dirt hills at this point...
--[in 8th grade Jay dedicated this song by fastball to a girl over the radio and the lines went like "she's so high, so high above me she's so lovely"....] with this humourous weapon I climbed to the top of the dirt pile and proceeded to blast the song, while holding my super soaker up in the air and shouting "Yeahhhhhhhhh!" it felt like a cheesy movie, skinny little me playing this song, shouting at this stud across the field....Jay climbed on top of the dozer and just stared at me...due to the fact that I still felt cheesy I decided it was time to act...I charged/stumbled (my legs were shaking from the adrenaline) down the hill and Jay took off...an assortment of sounds flew out of my mouth along the lines of "You punk, wuss! wanna fight? get back here! wuss!" clearly I was ready for battle...with that Jay began charging towards me...my expression changed to one of immense worry and I began yelling "No! Jay! nooo!" and trying desperately to shoot as much water into his face as possible...
--the super soaker was surrended and water began pouring down my neck...but plan B was about to spring into action..I ran to the dozer and grabbed the bag of water balloons (that I had placed there earlier) from underneath it and began pelting Jay...and missing.....and running...and pelting...and missing....finally managed to escape Jay's grip and pop a nicely targeted balloon on Jay's butt and head...both were equally satisfactory...I mean, in the popping part of course...altho Jay does have a studish head, his butt is lacking in proportions..but we can't fault the boy too much...he makes up for it in other ways :grins:
--after the water fight died off I received a banned kiss...banned because I still hadn't been asked out..so I pushed him away and demanded the question...I received a grin and a bit of silence...wondered if he was rethinking and then he asked...and voila, what was my answer? yes? not at first in fact I told him I'd been rethinking and we should prolly wait another 2 months...haha of course I was kidding and with a yes I got an unbanned kiss and the 1st part of the date was over....
--the 2nd half of the date entailed exploring an old trailer/truck/a burned down house/burned down barn...been there before so I knew the sights...after our adventures we ended up watching "Walk the Line" at my house...grand movie> I recommend it....
--so for those of you who may have 1st dates, or anniversaries coming up, and you want to blow your man away...let me know if ya need some crazy-heart-pounding-water-fighting-kiss-catching-adventure! haha groovy....THE END (of this adventure--more to come I'm sure)
--on the fated day of Friday, April 21st, a young man by the name of Jay Donor appeared at my house, dressed in a hoodie and jeans, expecting to pick me up for our first date...upon his arrival, however, he opened the door to find my sister accompanied by a big grin, holding out my cell phone, some cheese and apples to aid him on his quest, and a note for him to read...on my cell phone was a video I had constructed a day earlier with instructions along the lines of, "your job is to find me to prove yourself worthy to me as a boyfriend" followed by a variety of hints as to where I was...the video pictured me, or rather, my chin, from an upside-down view with a nose, eyes, freckles, and mustache drawn on to my o so lovely chin-face...I had no reason to start out the date normally as you can see..
--while Jay was receiving these instructions, I happened to be crouching down behind a dirt pile at the property of a house that my dad is renovating ("Jake's house" as we refer to it)...you see I was waiting for Jay to appear in search of me...I had a few gripping moments when a car that I thought was Jay's passed, and also when a truck pulled up alongside my car..but both were false alarms and my heartbeat managed to slow down a bit....then he came...the poor unsuspecting boy..little did he know what he was undertaking...I watched him pass by the house and decided it was time...creeping slowly round the dirt pile I snuck up to the side of the house and peeked round, hoping that he was far enough ahead..satisfied that he was nearing the selected place I crept up to the porch and grabbed a Super Soaker from under a tarp that I had hidden there earlier..I also grabbed my boombox that I had placed on a table too....
--what I needed to mention earlier is that the clues would have led Jay to a bull-dozer sitting in the field...I had dressed up a dummy in my clothes and placed it just so it would resemble me as if I was just chillin on the seat...according to Jay, he completely fell for it, and snuck up to it all stealth-like..(didn't actually realize it wasn't me until he had climbed onto the dozer)..haha.. a compliment to my artistry...haha I wish I had seen that part...but unfortunately I was still clambering up dirt hills at this point...
--[in 8th grade Jay dedicated this song by fastball to a girl over the radio and the lines went like "she's so high, so high above me she's so lovely"....] with this humourous weapon I climbed to the top of the dirt pile and proceeded to blast the song, while holding my super soaker up in the air and shouting "Yeahhhhhhhhh!" it felt like a cheesy movie, skinny little me playing this song, shouting at this stud across the field....Jay climbed on top of the dozer and just stared at me...due to the fact that I still felt cheesy I decided it was time to act...I charged/stumbled (my legs were shaking from the adrenaline) down the hill and Jay took off...an assortment of sounds flew out of my mouth along the lines of "You punk, wuss! wanna fight? get back here! wuss!" clearly I was ready for battle...with that Jay began charging towards me...my expression changed to one of immense worry and I began yelling "No! Jay! nooo!" and trying desperately to shoot as much water into his face as possible...
--the super soaker was surrended and water began pouring down my neck...but plan B was about to spring into action..I ran to the dozer and grabbed the bag of water balloons (that I had placed there earlier) from underneath it and began pelting Jay...and missing.....and running...and pelting...and missing....finally managed to escape Jay's grip and pop a nicely targeted balloon on Jay's butt and head...both were equally satisfactory...I mean, in the popping part of course...altho Jay does have a studish head, his butt is lacking in proportions..but we can't fault the boy too much...he makes up for it in other ways :grins:
--after the water fight died off I received a banned kiss...banned because I still hadn't been asked out..so I pushed him away and demanded the question...I received a grin and a bit of silence...wondered if he was rethinking and then he asked...and voila, what was my answer? yes? not at first in fact I told him I'd been rethinking and we should prolly wait another 2 months...haha of course I was kidding and with a yes I got an unbanned kiss and the 1st part of the date was over....
--the 2nd half of the date entailed exploring an old trailer/truck/a burned down house/burned down barn...been there before so I knew the sights...after our adventures we ended up watching "Walk the Line" at my house...grand movie> I recommend it....
--so for those of you who may have 1st dates, or anniversaries coming up, and you want to blow your man away...let me know if ya need some crazy-heart-pounding-water-fighting-kiss-catching-adventure! haha groovy....THE END (of this adventure--more to come I'm sure)
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
voicemail
was supposed to be doing exam stuff...composed a voicemail instead...goes a lil something like this:
you can leave me a message
on my answering machine
leave whatever you want
just keep it clean
I may not call you back right away
but I promise I will listen
to whatever you say
we can talk about music, or road trips, or mischevious pranks,
we can cover the basics, the random, or your uncle Frank,
but please don't leave me something that will make me snore,
or I may fall asleep and not return your call
if by now you're convinced I am crazy,
I won't let you down,
I'll just shutup so you can start blabbing,
so you can start blabbing....
the end :bows:
you can leave me a message
on my answering machine
leave whatever you want
just keep it clean
I may not call you back right away
but I promise I will listen
to whatever you say
we can talk about music, or road trips, or mischevious pranks,
we can cover the basics, the random, or your uncle Frank,
but please don't leave me something that will make me snore,
or I may fall asleep and not return your call
if by now you're convinced I am crazy,
I won't let you down,
I'll just shutup so you can start blabbing,
so you can start blabbing....
the end :bows:
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
boys+stolen bread+banned oysters+guitar+poetry=good times
this isn't a particularly funny post, but it brings a grin to my face, so it works for this blog.....one of my fav memories from B.C occured during my spring break when I was up along the Sunshine Coast at a Young Life camp called Malibu...went by myself...didn't know a soul cept for one guy I met one day when I hitched a ride with him back around christmastime...anyways that's off topic...one week 140 college kids from oregon came to work at the camp...worked in pits with some fellas and made friends with a boy named Adam...one night he invited me to meet his friends and enjoy oysters (a tradition of theirs)...so I walk into their lounge expecting a large group of people, and found instead four boys slung over couches and in chairs in a dark room lit up only by the flickering fire...felt a bit intimidated until I found a guitar case on the floor and eagerly exclaimed, "Ooh you guys play guitar!" and immediately the flame was struck in our friendship through the exchanging of songs and backgrounds...Will was the pronounced cook of the group and was cheerfully handing around oysters for us all...I was hesitant at first (it looked like a slug) but with a bit of bread (jacked earlier from the camp kitchen) I found it was manageable to swallow...(tasted like I expect a slug would)...Christian was the main poet of the group, spilling out words in a trail that beckoned you to walk alongside and dig deeper...man looking back I realize what a treasure I stumbled upon that night..Jeff played guitar like John Mayer--amazing voice that boy...and Christian would join in on his jaw harp, Adam on drums, and of course I didn't resist the chance to play a few melodies..for the next two nights we had our "dead poets society"-ish group meet and just spend time..it was delightful...course after the first night we resisted the oysters cuz we found out 1) they were banned by the national indian seashelt company and 2)jeff was puking all night after.....man I treasure adventures...God will take you to the most unexpected places, tis true...amazing....:grins:
"O the shame"
in essence I suppose we are all prone to blonde moments..but I don't think we expect them to reoccur with the same circumstances and everything...hmm..two specific stories for ya:
1) Sometimes I have to call my cell phone to check my voicemail because it wastes mins on the cell itself if I use that to call...so one day I was sitting on my bed and I dialed my cell from my home..my cell phone rang and the caller id displayed: home..."who's calling me from home?" I thought to myself while picking up the phone....(at this point I had one phone on each ear) "Hello", I said, wondering why my voice seemed to echo.............................sigh.....it was at this point that I realized my stupidity..................o, ps. I've done that 3 times.
2) One day I was in a parking lot (no Hannah, this doesn't involve the asian incident) and I wanted to pull forward because I'm not so good at backing (as some of you may have figured from the asian incident) so since there was noone in front of me, I pulled forward quite eagerly...CLUNK BUMP...and with that-- half my ghetto ford taurus was up on the divider in between my space and the space in front of me.....I bumped back down quite sheepishly and backed out and left.................................sigh..................prepare yourself........ok a year or so later, I pulled into the same parking lot.... laughed at myself for that dumb day when I ended up on the divider, and went in the store to shop......a bit later I came out of the store, got in the car....looked in front of me and thought, "o there's noone, I can just go forward" and with a CLUNK BUMP I was back to the same position........oh dear.......
oh well dumb moments make for good laughs...hope you enjoyed it..and don't pity me, I've come to accept that I will most always fall prey to a good dumb blonde moment...:grins:
ps.
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1) Sometimes I have to call my cell phone to check my voicemail because it wastes mins on the cell itself if I use that to call...so one day I was sitting on my bed and I dialed my cell from my home..my cell phone rang and the caller id displayed: home..."who's calling me from home?" I thought to myself while picking up the phone....(at this point I had one phone on each ear) "Hello", I said, wondering why my voice seemed to echo.............................sigh.....it was at this point that I realized my stupidity..................o, ps. I've done that 3 times.
2) One day I was in a parking lot (no Hannah, this doesn't involve the asian incident) and I wanted to pull forward because I'm not so good at backing (as some of you may have figured from the asian incident) so since there was noone in front of me, I pulled forward quite eagerly...CLUNK BUMP...and with that-- half my ghetto ford taurus was up on the divider in between my space and the space in front of me.....I bumped back down quite sheepishly and backed out and left.................................sigh..................prepare yourself........ok a year or so later, I pulled into the same parking lot.... laughed at myself for that dumb day when I ended up on the divider, and went in the store to shop......a bit later I came out of the store, got in the car....looked in front of me and thought, "o there's noone, I can just go forward" and with a CLUNK BUMP I was back to the same position........oh dear.......
oh well dumb moments make for good laughs...hope you enjoyed it..and don't pity me, I've come to accept that I will most always fall prey to a good dumb blonde moment...:grins:
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Sunday, March 26, 2006
"The Big Splash-Bam-Sleepover"
[..and now for another price/whitaker combo..I was trying to think of another funny story and realized that this one is fairly humorous and just happens to include the 3 fabulous girls you're all dying to hear more of..k I'll just tell it..]
"The Great Splash-Bam-Giggle-Sleepover"
--One grand night on a little island out in the beautiful province of B.C, 4 girls were up to no good...It was about 12pm and the unsuspecting targets were making their way back from the ferry to their cozy little rooms at the school..They had been out for a night of fun that required much enthusiasm and some dressing-up, and were walking back along the school path, chatting quickly happily, clueless as to what lay in wait for them...The mischievous pranksters had placed themselves (quite skillfully) behind a huge hedge that framed part of the school path..(The pranksters were Hannah/Laura/Beth/and Amie Dyer...The ammo consisted of a couple huge bags of water balloons..).
-The four girls waited til the firsts of the group had passed and then began "THE CHUCKING" which really meant chucking aimlessly and hoping for a few good hits...The cries that accompanied each :SPLASH: were music to the girls' ears, until the cries changed to, "Let's get em!" followed by footsteps that were coming around the side of the hedge. Beth reached back to grab a balloon and realized the other girls had fled in fear of their angry targets' wrath..She spun around to run, slipped and landed on her knee (this did not deter her however), and she propelled herself forward to run, only to smack her shoulder into a parked car :BAM!: that she somehow didn't see coming..But desperate times call for desperate measures and she refused to get caught, so she took off running--through backyards, and bushes, vines, and thorns that tore at her heels...she stopped..huhhhhhh.huhhhhhhh.. panting heavily, her eyes searching wildly for any sign of her fellow fugitives..
-the voices behind her had changed to ones of bewilderment, but she still didn't feel safe...then a whisper from the dark..."Beth, over here!"..she crept forward until she could make out the shadowy forms of her friends...the girls then crept deeper into the woods to a treefort, pre-laden with their supplies (candy and sleeping stuff), in which they planned to spend the night..
the prank had been successful!..amie left while hannah/laura/and beth attempted to make themselves comfortable in the worn old fort...it was quite thrilling, with a wooden ladder that led up to the first floor, filled with cobwebs and hidden bugs..the room was very small but there was a 2nd ladder that led up to a trap door to an even smaller room..this one had a bench which their sleeping stuff was strewn all over..
-after a few pictures with flashlights held under chins, and a bit of gobbling of sweets, the girls prepared to settle down to sleep...it was all going well until they heard a strange noise--a sort of scratching noise that seemed to be coming from the outside of the treehouse..Beth felt her stomach drop as she remembered she had mentioned the treefort to a few boys earlier that day, and she wondered if they had come to take revenge for the water-balloons..the scratching continued as Beth and Hannah's worried voices tried desperately to decipher the noise..Laura seemed to not care...boring girl...Beth and Hannah convinced themselves that the boys were on the roof, underneath the floor, and maybe were even in the first room...they crawled across the floor to the trapdoor, flashlights held in a ready defense...they were just about to climb down when Laura burst out in a fit of :GIGGLES:...it had been the silly girl making the noise the whole time...amazing what imaganations can convince even the most intelligent-smart-wise-beautiful-adventurous-decisive-amazing girls of...tis true the strangeness of it...THE END
"The Great Splash-Bam-Giggle-Sleepover"
--One grand night on a little island out in the beautiful province of B.C, 4 girls were up to no good...It was about 12pm and the unsuspecting targets were making their way back from the ferry to their cozy little rooms at the school..They had been out for a night of fun that required much enthusiasm and some dressing-up, and were walking back along the school path, chatting quickly happily, clueless as to what lay in wait for them...The mischievous pranksters had placed themselves (quite skillfully) behind a huge hedge that framed part of the school path..(The pranksters were Hannah/Laura/Beth/and Amie Dyer...The ammo consisted of a couple huge bags of water balloons..).
-The four girls waited til the firsts of the group had passed and then began "THE CHUCKING" which really meant chucking aimlessly and hoping for a few good hits...The cries that accompanied each :SPLASH: were music to the girls' ears, until the cries changed to, "Let's get em!" followed by footsteps that were coming around the side of the hedge. Beth reached back to grab a balloon and realized the other girls had fled in fear of their angry targets' wrath..She spun around to run, slipped and landed on her knee (this did not deter her however), and she propelled herself forward to run, only to smack her shoulder into a parked car :BAM!: that she somehow didn't see coming..But desperate times call for desperate measures and she refused to get caught, so she took off running--through backyards, and bushes, vines, and thorns that tore at her heels...she stopped..huhhhhhh.huhhhhhhh.. panting heavily, her eyes searching wildly for any sign of her fellow fugitives..
-the voices behind her had changed to ones of bewilderment, but she still didn't feel safe...then a whisper from the dark..."Beth, over here!"..she crept forward until she could make out the shadowy forms of her friends...the girls then crept deeper into the woods to a treefort, pre-laden with their supplies (candy and sleeping stuff), in which they planned to spend the night..
the prank had been successful!..amie left while hannah/laura/and beth attempted to make themselves comfortable in the worn old fort...it was quite thrilling, with a wooden ladder that led up to the first floor, filled with cobwebs and hidden bugs..the room was very small but there was a 2nd ladder that led up to a trap door to an even smaller room..this one had a bench which their sleeping stuff was strewn all over..
-after a few pictures with flashlights held under chins, and a bit of gobbling of sweets, the girls prepared to settle down to sleep...it was all going well until they heard a strange noise--a sort of scratching noise that seemed to be coming from the outside of the treehouse..Beth felt her stomach drop as she remembered she had mentioned the treefort to a few boys earlier that day, and she wondered if they had come to take revenge for the water-balloons..the scratching continued as Beth and Hannah's worried voices tried desperately to decipher the noise..Laura seemed to not care...boring girl...Beth and Hannah convinced themselves that the boys were on the roof, underneath the floor, and maybe were even in the first room...they crawled across the floor to the trapdoor, flashlights held in a ready defense...they were just about to climb down when Laura burst out in a fit of :GIGGLES:...it had been the silly girl making the noise the whole time...amazing what imaganations can convince even the most intelligent-smart-wise-beautiful-adventurous-decisive-amazing girls of...tis true the strangeness of it...THE END
Friday, March 24, 2006
The Great Blow-up
[I quite like the idea of having a funny blog, since I already have a 'deep-and-spiritually-thought-provoking' one..so I hope you find my tales as funny as I do...and if not, know that I will be chuckling at myself anyways..]
"The Great Blow-up"
-Picture a highly classy 1996 Buick cruising down the highway, windows down, music shaking its crusty old speakers, and a backseat overflowing with a mass of junk food, hawaiian leis, silly string cans, and water guns...picture 3 normal-sized ladies stuffed into the front seat, bouncing around giddily, clapping like maniacs, and raising their voices to the lines, "Ooh yea, life goes on, long after the cost of living is gone!" Little did we know the cost that would befall us on that fated summer's day..We had been quite distracted with the art of shooting our high-quality water guns into cars that passed us on the highway, and from this task perhaps we can decipher the reason for how we became so quickly disoriented...
The bouncing, clapping, and somewhat-on-key singing was carrying on quite joyfully until we heard a strange noise growing louder beneath the car..We yelled at laura (the driver) to get off the middle of the lane but she insisted that she was nowhere near it, and after the music volume dropped, we quickly realized that something was clearly wrong..The tire had blown, in fact, we now noticed the bumpiness accompaning this odd sound, so we pulled over to the side of the road..Hannah at this point decided to yell the following deadly words: "THE CAR IS GOING TO BLOW UP!!"
In the crisis of the moment, Laura and I were fully convinced that the car was going to blow up, so we jumped out, screaming wildly, hands flailing (I took a few seconds to grab my cds and guitar--very vital)..Hannah, at this point had ran down the side of the road and was watching our attempts to escape the looming danger..I believe at this point in time she may have been screaming, "RUN!!" which didn't really help the situation at hand..Laura had the unfortunate misadventure of hopping out in bare feet onto a piece of burning rubber, and though her face was contorted quite horribly in a look of pain, we urged her to jump back in and get the keys, because maybe that would prevent the blow-up..Laura finally made it to where Hannah and I had securely placed ourselves and we all slowly looked back towards the car....after a few moments of heavy panting and butterflies we realized something important: The car was NOT going to blow up. phew that was a relief...
so we got another tire out of the trunk (amazing that it was there) and decided to try and put our skills to the test..thankfully we were tested because soon after that a large man in a truck showed up, waved off our offers of car-tire-directions-for-unskilled-people, and proceeded to fix our dilemma in a matter of minutes...
the concluding statements: 1)Hannah is crazy.....2)Laura burned her foot...3)My guitar and cds evidently mean more than my life. 4) It's a really weird feeling running from a car that you think is going to blow up. 5)Hannah thought the truck drive was an angel and took a picture to see if he would show up in it.
6)We are really good at being nerds. 7)best road trip I've ever had...
"The Great Blow-up"
-Picture a highly classy 1996 Buick cruising down the highway, windows down, music shaking its crusty old speakers, and a backseat overflowing with a mass of junk food, hawaiian leis, silly string cans, and water guns...picture 3 normal-sized ladies stuffed into the front seat, bouncing around giddily, clapping like maniacs, and raising their voices to the lines, "Ooh yea, life goes on, long after the cost of living is gone!" Little did we know the cost that would befall us on that fated summer's day..We had been quite distracted with the art of shooting our high-quality water guns into cars that passed us on the highway, and from this task perhaps we can decipher the reason for how we became so quickly disoriented...
The bouncing, clapping, and somewhat-on-key singing was carrying on quite joyfully until we heard a strange noise growing louder beneath the car..We yelled at laura (the driver) to get off the middle of the lane but she insisted that she was nowhere near it, and after the music volume dropped, we quickly realized that something was clearly wrong..The tire had blown, in fact, we now noticed the bumpiness accompaning this odd sound, so we pulled over to the side of the road..Hannah at this point decided to yell the following deadly words: "THE CAR IS GOING TO BLOW UP!!"
In the crisis of the moment, Laura and I were fully convinced that the car was going to blow up, so we jumped out, screaming wildly, hands flailing (I took a few seconds to grab my cds and guitar--very vital)..Hannah, at this point had ran down the side of the road and was watching our attempts to escape the looming danger..I believe at this point in time she may have been screaming, "RUN!!" which didn't really help the situation at hand..Laura had the unfortunate misadventure of hopping out in bare feet onto a piece of burning rubber, and though her face was contorted quite horribly in a look of pain, we urged her to jump back in and get the keys, because maybe that would prevent the blow-up..Laura finally made it to where Hannah and I had securely placed ourselves and we all slowly looked back towards the car....after a few moments of heavy panting and butterflies we realized something important: The car was NOT going to blow up. phew that was a relief...
so we got another tire out of the trunk (amazing that it was there) and decided to try and put our skills to the test..thankfully we were tested because soon after that a large man in a truck showed up, waved off our offers of car-tire-directions-for-unskilled-people, and proceeded to fix our dilemma in a matter of minutes...
the concluding statements: 1)Hannah is crazy.....2)Laura burned her foot...3)My guitar and cds evidently mean more than my life. 4) It's a really weird feeling running from a car that you think is going to blow up. 5)Hannah thought the truck drive was an angel and took a picture to see if he would show up in it.
6)We are really good at being nerds. 7)best road trip I've ever had...
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