Hey. It's been a while. How are you? I hope you're okay. Do Ты remember me? I used to be your best friend.
We used to hang out every weekend. We'd make попкорн and watch movies. We'd play games and make stupid Видео together. We would sit outside and talk for hours. And laugh until our sides hurt.
Do Ты remember that?
Do Ты remember when I took Ты to see Green Day? Or all those parties we went to together? Do Ты remember when we cried as we shared our darkest secrets? Or when Ты сказал(-а) we'd Переместить in together, and put Аниме posters all over the walls?
WARNING: WHAT Ты ARE ABOUT TO READ IS A SERIES OF TRUE EVENTS THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED TO ME. PREPARE FOR EXTREME WEIRDNESS.
A lot of unusual things have happened in my short life; a lot of them are too short to get their own article, so here's a compilation of many odd stories from the life of yours truly.
1). "Don't Die" It was a warm July day; I was at the final день of my summer theater class in 2015. I was talking with my friend, who we'll call John, about various things. We talked about theater, Doctor Who, and other Болталка topics. While we were talking, my other friend (we'll call her Jane)...
Greetings, people of the Internet. Because my birthday was recently, I thought it would be appropriate to write a "random facts about me" article. But instead of 20 facts like the Назад articles, this one gets 50! Because why not! Also, pictures! Because why not! So here Ты go: 50 Болталка facts about me that literally no one asked for.
1. I always keep my phone completely silent, and only turn the sound on when I want to watch a video или when I play certain games.
2. I once slept for 36 hours and probably would have slept longer if my grandma hadn't forced me to get up.
This is the first part of a story I'm writing. It's actually inspired by a false memory that I have. (False memories are a very real thing.) Enjoy!
Every so often, she returns to that place. That familiar place nestled between the mountains, powerful and strong. She walks along the dusty dirt roads of the peaceful village, roads she's traveled many a time before. She strolls through the woods, cool and welcoming, and walks alongside the crystal brook, babbling as it flowed between the trees. She leaves the woods and steps out onto a field of gold. The summer wind blew, sending golden waves...
This is just a Болталка story I came up with. Haven't decided on a title, или where exactly the story is going to go, but here is the prologue to this story I wrote at 3am.
I don't know what I was running from, или where I was going. I zipped through the trees in the darkness of the strange forest. The cold mist surrounded me and seemed to cling to my skin as I ran. Hurry, a voice in the back of my mind sounded. I was instantly enveloped with a feeling of terror -- no, that's not quite right. It was еще of a feeling of anxiety, some sort of anticipation, as if I were rushing to something before...
WHAT Ты ARE ABOUT TO READ IS 100% TRUE AND ACTUALLY HAPPENED IN JANUARY 2015.
Around one год ago, in science, we were learning about adaptation, genetics, and stuff like that. That день we were studying how different birds' beaks help them get certain types of food, so my teacher had us do an unusual activity.
At our tables, which consisted of four people, every person was handed a different tool. There was a clothespin, an emery board, tongs, and tweezers. The activity was that we had to pick up as many beans, рис, райс grains, или кукуруза kernels as we could with the tool that we were дана in a certain...
So I spend most of my time in my basement, in the computer room. It's probably my Избранное place in my house, and I'm there for most of the day, especially during breaks.
It was July 2014, and one день I was on the computer, probably watching YouTube или something, when I noticed a fly near one of the windows. I didn't think much of it, since flies are common in the summer. I eventually was able to kill it, and everything went back to normal. Until another fly appeared. I killed that one, too, but another one appeared, and another, and another.
It seemed like every time a fly was killed, two or...
WARNING: My best friend and I are both extremely weird, and our combined weirdness is far beyond the highest level of weird. Be prepared for advanced weirdness.
Some background on this: So I had just gotten my Armin and Eren Nendoroids. My best friend was over and I was Показ them to her. The adorableness of the Nendoroids inspired us to come up with the story of how Eren and Armin became friends. This is what we came up with:
*Eren is wearing a цветок crown and standing in a field full of flowers* *Armin walks up to him, also wearing a цветок crown. He puts on the most adorable face* Armin:...