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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Uzumaki" data-source="post: 2523216" data-attributes="member: 9548">3/21/05I was somewhere with my friend CJ and it was lunchtime.  We were just wandering around normally, and decided to head to the bathroom.  Inside the bathroom, the walls of the stalls were very short, enough so when you stood up, you could see the head and shoulders of the person in the stalls next to you.Since it was a public toilet, I pulled out a couple of those toilet seat covers, and put them on the seat.  There was still a bare spot, so I pulled a piece of toilet paper and set it over it.  As I did that, though, the wind shifted and blew the toilet seat covers off or into the toilet.  It continued like this for about 20 minutes, until I finally managed to get it acceptably covered.Sort of embarassing.  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f631.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":o" title="Eek!    :o"  data-smilie="9"data-shortname=":o" /> Because that was short and kinda lame, here are two others from the next night.3/23/05I went to a haunted house with my friends Steve, Casey, Bobby, and a few others.  It was staged and everything, like Frightmare on Market St., and Steve was the scary murderer guy.  So, I began to cruise through the house, and it began to get incredibly terrifying.  Steve was cruising around after me, with a little dog on a leash, and I just couldn’t escape him.I rushed outside, and found a short metal pole, stuck it in some fire, until it got red hot.  When I saw the scary murderer guy in the garage or something I attacked him, screaming “This house is really haunted!  There’s really a murderer!  I want this to stop!”  All of the lights came on, and everyone stepped out of the shadows, and congratulated me for doing a smart thing and getting the hot metal to defend myself.  I seem to remember a sort of sequel to this dream where we all went back to the house, to play another game, but this one involved oral sex, so we opted out.  (We’re very much ourselves, even in my dream world.)**It was nearing the end of the school year; the year in which I would be graduating from high school.  Only instead of having a few days off leading up to the graduation ceremony, all of the seniors got a month off.  So, for a month, I was just chilling at home.  I failed to notice I never received the invitation to go to the ceremony.  June 14th, rolled around, and I realized that graduation was happening at that very moment.  So, I told Mom we had to hurry to school, and we took off in her car.  She took a wrong turn, though, and I said we needed to get on Mission Center Rd. (Which is miles away from my former high school, in real life.)When we arrived at school, which didn’t look like my high school, but instead a trolley station, the ceremony was over.  A few of my friends were still there, and I stopped to talk to them.The first was this kid named Scott, whom I used to call Gourry, because we were in a skit in French class once, that we themed after Slayers.  Scott dropped out of school in junior year, I think, so I asked him if he had another year left.  He said he did, we told each other good luck, and parted ways.Next, I saw my friend Carin, who still owes me $5 and my Harry Potter book, coming down the walk.  I said hello, and we talked for a while, before parting ways again, perhaps forever.Farther down the walkway, I saw Jon, the kid who was the only Republican in Mr. Hayes’ A.P. History class.  He was sitting there with his dad, and one other guy, who may have been a kid I knew since junior high named Brandon.  I said hello to all of them, Jon said hi back, and gave me a hug.  And he just kept hugging me.  I guess he was distraught over something, maybe high school ending, but he just kept right on hugging me.  His dad said I had very pretty hair, because it was short and curly, even though I cut my hair two years after I had graduated high school.</blockquote>

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