When I was in 4th grade, I thought it would be cool to tell people I have psychic powers. So I bragged to everyone, “I have ESP!” Except, I got the terms “ESP” and “PMS” mixed up somehow. I didn’t really know what PMS was at the time, but I guess I had heard it used before. Anyway, I was telling everyone at daycare about how I had PMS. The strict Christian people at daycare were none to pleased with me.
Now, I’m not saying horses are bad or anything, but, you know, in every group, there’s that girl that likes horses.
In my elementary-middle school, there was this girl who would GALLOP everywhere she went. She would hold her hands to her chest as if she was imitating a dog, and do this lopsided skip and neigh. She said she was a horse.
She had a horse named Diva, who kicked this other girl in the face at a birthday party. To this day that’s why we say her chin is so lopsided.
Well, me and Horsegirl went to separate high schools, and I thought I was rid of her for good.
No. She started dating one of my best friends.
The memories just flood back every time I think of that friend.
She also licked another girl’s crotch while roleplaying mommy horse and baby horse in third grade. I couldn’t bare to tell my friend that.
Not to much funny as much as it is nostalgia.
As a kid, every time I would see a red balloon I used to think that if I followed it, I would end up in the 100 Acre Wood and get to meet Winnie the Pooh everyone else.
Even now whenever I see one, that’s the first thought that goes through my mind, ha ha.
I always have funny stories for this but then I forget them when I get on. I’m sorry I’m a terrible blog-runner. ;A;
oh my god i spent so long replying to this and it was well thought out and nice and then my internet went out and erased it UGH first world problems
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i’m actually going to start working on getting affiliates and such and doing more things to get everyone involved! i’m just really lazy getting started and such :C
so tl;dr sorry for answering so slow, you’re amazing, i’m going to start working harder on the blog! :3
Back when I was in third grade, Pokemon had just come out in America and everyone at my school was SUPER OBSESSED with it. At recess, about 90% of the kids were playing with Pokemon cards, Pokemon stuffed animals, Pokemon figurines, or something like that. Right as one of my friends got me into it and gave me some of her Pokemon cards to play with, the school decided to BAN Pokemon. I don’t know why, but I think there was a bunch of drama with kids trading their Pokemon cards and then changing their minds and throwing a tantrum when they didn’t get them back.
In any case, I was heartbroken that I couldn’t play with my Pokemon at school any more, so what did me and my friend do? We decided to create our VERY OWN rip-off Pokemon that we could play with at school called GEELS. Geels also happened to have a young boy, a young girl, and an older boy as main characters who were followed around by an evil, but incompetent, man and a woman who would try to steal their Geels from them. :| The Geels were basically the same as Pokemon and were also caught in balls, except these balls were white with star patterns on them SO IT WAS OBVIOUSLY TOTALLY DIFFERENT.
To play with at school, we made our own trading cards and even made our own Geel toys THAT WERE BASICALLY ALL MADE FROM SOCKS, WITH FACES AND DESIGNS DRAWN ON IN SHARPIE. XD It was pretty bad. What’s even better is that some other kids got into it, too, and starting making their very own Geels to play with our Geels. This one girl brought a sock that she had filled up with sand. His name was Sandomon and his special attack with Sand Attack, which involved her SLAMMING the sand-filled sock against the walls outside the school until sand would come pouring out of the holes in the sock. D:
Mine was definitely Powerpuff Girls. I aspired to be Blossom.
no one submitted the whole time i was gone “lol”
I’m going out of town tomorrow so the blog will be down for a week!
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I remember back in elementary school, around second grade, I had this irrational fear of flushing the toilets at school.
Everytime the toilets flush, it made this loud WHOOOOOOSSHHH sound and it scared the crap out of me. The sound was SO LOUD and I thought it was going to suck me into the toilet and into another dimension. At school,I’d always try to hold it in, and when I really had to go pee, It took me a lot of willpower to flush the toilet back then. Thankfully I realized toilets Can’t suck me into another dimension and grew out of that fear. (Wierd how I only was scared of school toilets…)
sorry for those stupid posts
i’m an idiot
forgive me ;~;
so um. when i was really, really little, this apparently happened [so young, i don’t remember; my dad actually told me this, as did my grandma.]
i was in a barber shop with my dad when this woman wearing purple came in.
this woman wasn’t exactly the smallest, apparently, since i pointed and exclaimed, “look, Daddy! look, look! it’s Barney, Daddy!” that poor woman must have been humiliated. i feel so horrible for it to this day, even if i don’t really remember it. :’D
My friends and I had four or five each. During classes, one would “babysit” all of them. This is… We’re talking, like, 20 tamagotchis sitting in one person’s desk. We each had different colours/designs/whatever, and between us, I think we had all of them from that generation of Tamagotchi.
Anyway, there was one specific type of Tamagotchi that we all hated. I don’t remember for the life of me what it’s called, but it was a ball-lookin’ thing with a spike on its head.
We called it a horny blob.
We’d get mad at the “babysitter” of the day if any of our tamagotchis turned into a horny blob on their watch.
I live in West Virginia, so most people and every old person kind of has these really awkward accents.
My grandmother lives up north in this really small town, and has a really weird hick accent. She used to come down for Thanksgiving every few years, and one year when she came down, I was just fed up with her stupid pronunciation.
Now, I was in about second grade, so I was too little to understand most things. I don’t quite remember why, but she said to me, “Ellie, go warsh up.”
I stood up from Thanksgiving dinner and said, “Fine, I’ll go WASH my hands, not WARSH UP. Warsh isn’t a word.”
when I was a kid...