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Y'know, I once saw on YouTube someone tear an apple with their bare hands. So at lunch I bought an apple, but I couldn't even open a water bottle so I knew it wasn't going to happen. So two of my guy friends try to do it, but they were getting nowhere. Then my friend, we'll call her Riley, walked over and asked to give it a try. So I told her what to do and she tore that apple in half and to this day that is still the coolest thing I've ever seen her do.
The second coolest thing a person's ever done was when my neighbor came over for a BBQ and he swatted a bee down onto the counter with his bare hand and tore off its stinger and ATE IT. Maybe I'm just fascinated by how intense people can get with food, but yeah, there's a little nugget of knowledge among this string of posts.
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Jun 4, 2019 12:23:35 GMT -5
Today is my day off and I was supposed to go to the dentist. Turns out they don't take my insurance card, so it was gonna be like $200 out of pocket. That's like. SO MUCH. They were gonna charge me a late fee for $50... but the lady waived it, thank goodness. Idk how much going to the dentist usually costs. I just need my teeth cleaned and my cavities filled probably. I also have a wisdom tooth coming in crooked and sometimes its bothersome. sigh, teeth are expensive.
According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Coming! Hang on a second. Hello. Barry? Adam? Can you believe this is happening? I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. You got lint on your fuzz. Ow! That's me! Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. Bye! Barry, I tol
Fun fact, my senior year of high school I got a concussion in gym class from a volleyball. Because it was on school property I decided to milk it the best I could. For one this was two weeks away from finals. I got to skip school through basically all of December and didn't have to retake my finals till February where the teachers were lenient because it's hard to retain facts from months ago and the fact that they weren't sure if my concussion had anything to do with my memory. Then throughout the entire semester I got to skip gym entirely. My gym class was the last period of the day so I actually got to leave school an hour early. During senior semester I also had two lunches and then of course I had my film class. This means only four of the eight periods I had actual class. So in short, maybe that concussion has lasting damages I'm unaware of, but I did have the best senior semester ever. And in case you're wondering how I got two lunches I was the only kid with the nerve to ask if I could go hangout with my friend or go eat lunch. That particular teacher didn't care so he was always cool with it. So that's how I crushed my senior year of high school, a sports injury and confidence.
today i hiked to the highest point on rousay in the orkney isles in a pea-soup fog. the moors, all heather and bog cotton and gorse, were just... completely hidden by the mist, and it was the most beautiful thing i've ever seen. i was so high up i was in the clouds and the entire rest of the world disappeared - there was nothing in any direction but that grey, icy fog, blown across the moors in swirling rivulets by the howling wind and the birds crying out from somewhere in the haze. i lay down at the very top and it was so quiet, so peaceful, so lonely - and i felt so free, like there was nothing else on planet earth, like there was no stress or fear or sadness, there was just my stinging fingertips and numb nose and all that beautiful nothing. it felt like being dead, in the most calming way possible, or like being a god. now, outside my b&b window at midnight, the fog is still so thick that i can't see the garden or the ocean or the other oceans beyond - there's no moon, no stars, just a dark, deep, misty blue, and it feels like drowning. there's trash on the tv, and i'm warm, and sleepy, and happy ♥
also, fun fact that i'm still so proud of: when i was in year 11 i skipped a grade of english and ended up with the graduating class. i was the teacher's favourite student, because i was always the teacher's favourite student, and i'm very good at making authority figures love me for personal gain :') plus everyone else in the class was a moron who couldn't string a sentence together. anyway, near the end of the year, our last assignment was a poetry essay that i didn't want to do. so i didn't. after a while, my teacher called me into his office to discuss another of my (wonderful) assignments and, just as i was leaving, he said that he was so sorry, but he couldn't seem to find my poetry essay but he was sure i'd gotten an a on it ( ?? !!!!! ) i assured him i would look on my laptop for it and email it to him, but yes, i THINK, if i REALLY dig into my memory, i had gotten an a. later, i sent him an email saying i couldn't find it but i would be more than happy to rewrite it if he wanted. he said that wasn't necessary because it was a mistake on his part for losing my fantastic essay, and that he would give me the a that i had so earned. another time, on the Big Essay On Contrasting Themes worth half our grade, i didn't read the book or watch the movie i was comparing but i'm so brilliant at pulling stuff out of my ass that i got an a as well :') it pays to be a kiss ass sometimes uwu
me, a fool and a scoundrel, perhaps even a rascal, throwing money at warrior cats dot com to get me those official plushies: aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
When you play minecraft you sometimes come across hackers and in this particular game we would fight to stay alive. But this hacker kept killing everyone in one go with an ability to aim accurately and kill in one blow. So me and my friend started talking to him and asked why he did this and he said he liked to win. So we tried to tell him it's not a real win because he cheated. Eventually this led to him opening up and explaining that he's afraid he won't be good at minecraft if he takes away the hacks. That he doesn't want to be a loser because he already feels like a loser irl. So me and my friend explained to him that he would never be good on his own if he didn't try and that we would have his back. So he let go of the hacks.
HOWEVER during my great speech he was savagely murdering people for two rounds so when he released the hacks a player immediately murdered him and said, "THAT'S WHAT YOU GET."
I think I created a super villain that day. I could feel all the way through my screen the darkness rising in his heart and the ice freezing his veins. I know I couldn't see him, but I can still feel the absolute look of betrayal he felt towards me. I talked him down only for him to die because I wasn't close enough to protect him. I know he probably remembers me and that day for the rest of his life. Like this guy poured his heart out to me in chat, believed in me and himself for what felt like the first time in a long time. Only for the world to not be so forgiving towards his misdeeds. I knew next time, he would not give me mercy. In fact when he did return he said he was saving me for last and murdered every single person and right when he walked into the house I was hiding in mod security zapped him out of the game and I never saw him again.
