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PM is making fun of me. *glares* In chime (I dunno when I left chime, but I didn't come back for hours, and I think it ghostied me while I was gone. Anyway, no one was there when I returned), he copied and pasted his signature. I think it's great to be siggied, no matter the quote. But this one was in purple! And it was making fun of my typo... lemme find a page with his signature so I can copy.
<span class="ev_code_PURPLE">it's not like you could set the erroes to "off." -- Gryphon in ToGR</span>
Rawwrr.
Whoo! We played foursquare. The four of us were up in the tree, when B mentioned he had a lot of chalk, and I said foursquare would be fun, and then everyone but T agreed. T went along anyway. (T = brother) So I called Ace, G king, B queen, and T was left with duke. It works by whoever calls it first. As I was climbing down the tree, I realized it was impossible to land in my shoes... okay, I'll back up to explain this bit.
I was reading when the ice cream truck sounded, and I grabbed the ice cream money and ran outside (we have it in a plastic thing (???) just for the ice cream truck). The people who lived at BW's house were there, and I'd never met them before. I said hi and all that while I waited to get mine (strawberry shortcake ice cream!) and then... wooh, still need to back up to explain the shoes.
I went outside. It was kinda cold, but I refused to admit that it had dropped a little bit in temperate. So short sleeves and all of that. But as soon as I stepped outside, I could smell the fertilizer. It has a smell, btw. I peered at the grass and groaned, spotting the tiny white dots. To confirm it, I asked mom if fertilizer had been put on the grass. It was a yes. And I also asked if I could still run around the yard barefoot, dreading and already knowing the answer. So I'm miffed. I love running barefoot, and the grass was just coming up on the side yard. Rawwrr. All the small things in life... anyway, no, I wasn't reading when I heard the ice cream truck, it was then. I bolted out the door (in barefeet, yes), across the yard, and down the street where he had already been stopped. Through the grass. Whatever, fertilizer doesn't kill. But it irritates my feet a lot. So after getting the ice cream, I pulled my pants up to my knees so I could rinse my feet without getting the ends wet and sat on the edge of the tub. After I had scrubbed off my feet with soap, I realized the edge of the tub was wet; Sammy had taken a bath earlier and obviously made a big mess. He didn't like baths, and he even knew what the word meant by now.
So later, when we were all up in the tree, I took off my shoes and tossed them down. Would've been socks too, but the shoes were slip-ons, and I was (I thought) only going to be out for a little. I hate shoes _and_ socks. B asked how I was going to get my shoes back without stepping on the yard (it wasn't like I could reach them from the tree), and I said I could just fall into them. B: "wow, really?" Then I said, yeah, but I've never tried. XD I didn't land on my shoes. I tried to climb as low as I could down a vertical branch, but it wasn't low enough. So I hung upside down from another. I gave up, grabbed my shoes, and brushed my feet off on grass. On the way up to play foursquare (we have a spot in front of Joe's house where we always play), G brought up something B said. He's the kinda of person who likes to say stuff... that's quotable. And today's was (not verbatim) : "I could draw a straight line for foursquare with a straight ruler. With a really really really really long yardstick." Yardsticks, I pointed out, only came in one size... B did have a lot of sidewalk chalk. It came in this massive rectangular container with white, yellow, red, green, purple, and blue. He said he had a second one which left us in awe. So we spent a long time decorating our squares after the outline was drawn. It was a little crooked, but we didn't care, and T's entire line had to be redrawn. BB (joes' older brother) was awesome at foursquare boxes, but G said that she saw him biking, and that he might not be back for a while. He's in college for music something or other, and when he comes home, he likes to go on big biking trips. I didn't get to finish coloring in my Ace; I had to go in for dinner, but when I came out later, a game had been started, and Joe was in ace. Rawwrr. He hasn't changed at all. Well, a little less negative, but he thinks so much of himself. It's not an exaggeration to say his ego is the size of jupiter. Foursquare rocks. I nearly got out for a few of my hits; I hit the ball so hard when it's not an easy hit that it would've be a really slam if it weren't for the fact that it were so low. Slams are when the ball is hit so hard that it bounces well out of next person's reach (up in the air). Oh, but remember my comment about how I had shoes without socks, but I didn't think I'd be out long with them? From jumping around so much playing foursquare, I wore two blisters on the insides of my feet. It really hurts... But it's better than playing it without shoes on rough concrete. My entire feet would've been jarred numb or torn up.
Wow, long post already. There's nothing really to conplain about. I'm content. I can't run around outside barefoot, but the fertilizer will go away eventually. And Joe I can deal with also. He's a pain, but that's okay.
Oh, which reminds me... I saw sparkle outside earlier when I was up in the tree. She was out in the fertilizer, and she not only walks in it, but she'd clean her feet afterward. I don't know what to do with that right now...
I like playing bowling with the bumpers.
Hehe.
Well, Kaiba, I guess you'll have a lot more to relate to about your penpals... And maybe you'll still write to them for a long time. And since when did people _sleep_ at sleepovers!? It was always our goal to see if we could stay awake the entire night.
Yeahhh... you really want to wear thick clothes for paintballs. I can imagine they hurt with the speed they come out of the gun. I've never done it, but I might, and I've seen the welts my dad and brother got from it. Paintballing was my brother's hobbing at one time, and it was really expensive. Right now it's skateboarding. I don't like skateboarding... it's kinda like the fear of heights, what with standing on a board that I don't trust to stay upright. *huggles Kaiba*
No, your posts aren't scary... just when the two mods are together in chat. I don't know what Lee was thinking when she gave the two most destructive/dangerous/murderous (to the conversation) mod powers.
And what if they deleted the togr on accident? That's not funny!!!
<span class="ev_code_PURPLE">it's not like you could set the erroes to "off." -- Gryphon in ToGR</span>
Rawwrr.
Whoo! We played foursquare. The four of us were up in the tree, when B mentioned he had a lot of chalk, and I said foursquare would be fun, and then everyone but T agreed. T went along anyway. (T = brother) So I called Ace, G king, B queen, and T was left with duke. It works by whoever calls it first. As I was climbing down the tree, I realized it was impossible to land in my shoes... okay, I'll back up to explain this bit.
I was reading when the ice cream truck sounded, and I grabbed the ice cream money and ran outside (we have it in a plastic thing (???) just for the ice cream truck). The people who lived at BW's house were there, and I'd never met them before. I said hi and all that while I waited to get mine (strawberry shortcake ice cream!) and then... wooh, still need to back up to explain the shoes.
I went outside. It was kinda cold, but I refused to admit that it had dropped a little bit in temperate. So short sleeves and all of that. But as soon as I stepped outside, I could smell the fertilizer. It has a smell, btw. I peered at the grass and groaned, spotting the tiny white dots. To confirm it, I asked mom if fertilizer had been put on the grass. It was a yes. And I also asked if I could still run around the yard barefoot, dreading and already knowing the answer. So I'm miffed. I love running barefoot, and the grass was just coming up on the side yard. Rawwrr. All the small things in life... anyway, no, I wasn't reading when I heard the ice cream truck, it was then. I bolted out the door (in barefeet, yes), across the yard, and down the street where he had already been stopped. Through the grass. Whatever, fertilizer doesn't kill. But it irritates my feet a lot. So after getting the ice cream, I pulled my pants up to my knees so I could rinse my feet without getting the ends wet and sat on the edge of the tub. After I had scrubbed off my feet with soap, I realized the edge of the tub was wet; Sammy had taken a bath earlier and obviously made a big mess. He didn't like baths, and he even knew what the word meant by now.
So later, when we were all up in the tree, I took off my shoes and tossed them down. Would've been socks too, but the shoes were slip-ons, and I was (I thought) only going to be out for a little. I hate shoes _and_ socks. B asked how I was going to get my shoes back without stepping on the yard (it wasn't like I could reach them from the tree), and I said I could just fall into them. B: "wow, really?" Then I said, yeah, but I've never tried. XD I didn't land on my shoes. I tried to climb as low as I could down a vertical branch, but it wasn't low enough. So I hung upside down from another. I gave up, grabbed my shoes, and brushed my feet off on grass. On the way up to play foursquare (we have a spot in front of Joe's house where we always play), G brought up something B said. He's the kinda of person who likes to say stuff... that's quotable. And today's was (not verbatim) : "I could draw a straight line for foursquare with a straight ruler. With a really really really really long yardstick." Yardsticks, I pointed out, only came in one size... B did have a lot of sidewalk chalk. It came in this massive rectangular container with white, yellow, red, green, purple, and blue. He said he had a second one which left us in awe. So we spent a long time decorating our squares after the outline was drawn. It was a little crooked, but we didn't care, and T's entire line had to be redrawn. BB (joes' older brother) was awesome at foursquare boxes, but G said that she saw him biking, and that he might not be back for a while. He's in college for music something or other, and when he comes home, he likes to go on big biking trips. I didn't get to finish coloring in my Ace; I had to go in for dinner, but when I came out later, a game had been started, and Joe was in ace. Rawwrr. He hasn't changed at all. Well, a little less negative, but he thinks so much of himself. It's not an exaggeration to say his ego is the size of jupiter. Foursquare rocks. I nearly got out for a few of my hits; I hit the ball so hard when it's not an easy hit that it would've be a really slam if it weren't for the fact that it were so low. Slams are when the ball is hit so hard that it bounces well out of next person's reach (up in the air). Oh, but remember my comment about how I had shoes without socks, but I didn't think I'd be out long with them? From jumping around so much playing foursquare, I wore two blisters on the insides of my feet. It really hurts... But it's better than playing it without shoes on rough concrete. My entire feet would've been jarred numb or torn up.
Wow, long post already. There's nothing really to conplain about. I'm content. I can't run around outside barefoot, but the fertilizer will go away eventually. And Joe I can deal with also. He's a pain, but that's okay.
Oh, which reminds me... I saw sparkle outside earlier when I was up in the tree. She was out in the fertilizer, and she not only walks in it, but she'd clean her feet afterward. I don't know what to do with that right now...
I like playing bowling with the bumpers.
Hehe.Well, Kaiba, I guess you'll have a lot more to relate to about your penpals... And maybe you'll still write to them for a long time.
And since when did people _sleep_ at sleepovers!? It was always our goal to see if we could stay awake the entire night.Yeahhh... you really want to wear thick clothes for paintballs. I can imagine they hurt with the speed they come out of the gun. I've never done it, but I might, and I've seen the welts my dad and brother got from it. Paintballing was my brother's hobbing at one time, and it was really expensive. Right now it's skateboarding. I don't like skateboarding... it's kinda like the fear of heights, what with standing on a board that I don't trust to stay upright. *huggles Kaiba*
No, your posts aren't scary... just when the two mods are together in chat. I don't know what Lee was thinking when she gave the two most destructive/dangerous/murderous (to the conversation) mod powers.
And what if they deleted the togr on accident? That's not funny!!!
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