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The Chronicles of Ulic
Begin Once More
Friday, October 21, 2005
Yesterday was a fun day. Well, it was actually a few hours ago but since i'm typing in the early minutes of the morning, it is tomorrow. Anyway, it was one of the most fun days i have ever experienced. quite violent too. it all began in the morning... (yesterday morning)
i came to school even though i didn't have to. i felt bored at home. and i had lessons later on anyway. so i came to school a few hours early. after assembly, i found myself with nothing to do. not that i can't entertain myself when i'm alone and have nothing to do, but i was in school. no foolery allowed. in any case, i spent the first hour or so playing the guitar (my class has one; it's illegal, so don't snitch on me) until one of the strings broke. then i tried to study for a while. please note that i have tried to study my whole life. never did work. so i played Magic the Gathering with my friend for an hour or two (hard to tell when the class clock has no hands). now things got interesting, fun, and violent.
another friend, let's call her S, found a pack of rubber bands lying around (the things you can find in my classroom astounds everyone) and tries to shoot them at another friend (Z). i found out that S sucks at shooting rubber bands (although being good at it is nothing to be too proud of). then all of us (me, and J and S and K) try to shoot Z. after a few exchanges, everyone tried to aim for Z's crotch. he ran around for a while. but then he found out that we all suck at shooting except him.
so he decided to settle down on one side of the class, sit on a table, and leave his crotch exposed while shooting us in the head, neck, you name it. i guess he got a little bored because after a while he told us the secret of shooting well (something about pushing down the trigger finger on release; i never got it, as will be revealed later). therefore, he can be blamed for causing an all out war using rubber bands.
we were all sent into a frenzy of shooting, me, J, K and S against Z, all aiming at his crotch while he took potshots at us. i am happy to say that i managed to hit his crotch four times. yay. anyway, S got a brilliant idea: she decided to film the mess. so now there is evidence linking me to the mayhem. great. but that's not all, no. S decided to join forces with Z and was later supported by a newcomer, L. that was when chaos asserted itself.
as earlier said, i never got to know the secret. so i improvised. i latched my rubber bands onto the binding of one of my textbooks and let fly. with glorious results. now other people were getting hit in all places. i even simultaneously shot six bands at once (i call it the gunshot). still, all of us were getting hit frequently enough to feel irritated. did we stop? no. instead, we overturned tables and chairs and piled them into barricades and forts (remember: i was still in my classroom). soon, we ran out of ammo.
so we declared a cease fire. not to clean up. but to collect the fallen ammo. things got violent. we wrestled each other for rubber bands, scrummed, clawed, pulled shirts. i still have my battle scar. then, we fought some more. i have some pictures. i'll upload them next time. it was apocalyptic.
then we realised something. there was going to be a lesson in fifteen minutes. but surprisingly, we managed to clean up. amazing, that people only work together after fighting each other. so fun. will upload.
Dumped At3:15 pm
i AM myself
i am an INTP. look up the mbti website.
typically, that means i am a creative ideas man.
i'm far from typical, though, so being INTP means i am...
cynical
skeptical
sarcastic
insensitive
unfeeling
just downright pessimistic
what i mean to say is, there is no bright side to anything.
but now i'm a lot better. thanks to my significant other. Liss you.
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1 Comments:
yum yum sounds like u had funn..harharr..fadilah here!! see im here..not there..heree..yayy
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