The Random, Meaningless Announcements Thread!

[whereismynotecard]

First, actually, I'm going to give out some frubals... then sleep.

 

[whereismynotecard]

Okay. I'm out of frubals now. Good night.

 

[ChristineES]

Night night to you, Hannah.

 

[TurkeyOnRye]

Frubals!
Froobles!
Phrubals!
Phroobles!

 

[whereismynotecard]

Frubals!
Froobles!
Phrubals!
Phroobles!

Froo Balls!!
Fru Balls!!
Phru Balls!!
Phroo Balls!!

 

[whereismynotecard]

Holy ****... These forums are boring lately...

 

[stacey bo bacey]

Damn it!!!!!!!! I passd out at like 6 and now I just woke up. I couldn't help it!! Yea I'm not sleeping tonight. I have work at noon, though...guess it's not that bad.

 

[Jeremy Mason]

I just started a profile on Facebook. That's all.

 

[whereismynotecard]

I'm going to tell you a story about a caterpillar named Steve.



Steve the caterpillar had been having a bad day. Everyone he had encountered today had done something to make him feel even worse. It was bad enough the minute he woke up he already felt sick of being awake, but each event after waking up made him wish even more that he had never woken up at all.



First off, when he went to the leaf buffet diner for breakfast, there was one table left, and right before he sat down, someone else jumped in front of him, "sorry, Steve," the other caterpillar said happily, "better luck next time."



Steve frowned, but knew it wasn't worth arguing. After seeing how rude the other caterpillar had been, he wasn't even hungry anymore, so even if he did initiate an argument and end up gaining back possession of the table, he wouldn't even want to eat anything. Instead, he left the diner and went outside and ate some grass. The grass was by no means appetizing, so he quickly stopped and went on his way.



The next place Steve went was to caterpillar school. For some reason, Steve's teacher hated him. She was a butterfly, and always looked down on Steve as though he wasn't good enough, since he wasn't a butterfly yet. All of the other students in Steve's class had turned into butterflies already, and just being there made him feel sick. He knew the entire time he was there he would be silently judged by the his peers and teacher alike, and no matter how hard he tried on his homework, he always got the same grade. He was beginning to suspect that his teacher had decided to not even look at his homework anymore, and to simply stamp on the B- on each paper, since that is the grade she always gave Steve.



Steve had stayed up very late every day last week writing a paper, which he was very proud of. Today his teacher had graded the papers and handed them back. Steve turned to the back page where he knew he'd find his grade. Even though he should have expected the B-, just like he always got, somehow he was still disappointed to see yet another grade lower than he felt he deserved.



“I suppose I won't even try anymore,” Steve said to himself, “after all, why try when the results are the same regardless?”



Steve didn't have any friends. He had once been friends with a caterpillar named Melinda, but she had turned into a butterfly, and had since got to sit with the other butterflies during lunch. Since Steve had no one to sit by at lunch, he simply went home, deciding that it would be pointless to even return to school after lunch. He would just half-heartedly complete tomorrow's assignment instead.



Now here he was, feeling awful about himself, as well as life in general. He completed his assignment, not checking any answers, and guessing on a few rather than looking them up, and then went to sleep.



....................................................



When Steve woke up the next morning, he felt very odd. It didn't take him long to realize that he had sprouted wings over night. At first he was scared. How would he learn to use these new appendages? However, his fright soon turned into excitement. Maybe his peers and teacher would accept him now!



Steve hurriedly made his way to school, this time flying instead of walking. It didn't take him much time at all to learn to maneuver with his new wings.



Steve went into the school. Already people were being nicer to him. His teacher gave him an A+ on the assignment he hadn't tried on, and Melinda wanted to sit with him at lunch.

At the end of the day, Steve felt very happy. Once he was back home again, however, he began to feel what he could only describe as a feeling of complete panic. He wasn't used to spending so much time with people, and now he felt worried that he had said something wrong. Maybe he had made a bad impression on his first day as a butterfly. Why did the other butterflies deserve his friendship anyway? They were cruel to him until he was just like them... Did he even want to be like them?



Steve sat in silence, staring at the wall of his home, for hours. After contemplating his current state; being a butterfly, when he had despised every butterfly he knew for being cruel to him, he knew what he had to do. If he remained a butterfly, he would become just like the other butterflies. They had all been caterpillars once, so they understood Steve's position before, and yet they were still cruel to him. Would Steve be cruel too, to caterpillars, once he had been a butterfly for long enough?



Steve took a kitchen knife out of a drawer, and sawed off each of his wings. He didn't quite understand that he was a butterfly now... not just a caterpillar with wings. Sawing off his wings caused him to bleed to death.



When the butterflies at his school heard what had happened, they all claimed to feel badly about how they had taunted him to the point of causing him to lose sanity. Then they all went out for pizza, because they didn't really give a ****.



The End.

 

[whereismynotecard]

I guess no one liked my story.

In other news, my mom ordered a tomb stone for my dad, and when we went to the cemetary we found that they had already put the base out there. The tomb stone might not be there until spring time though, because they have to make it, and then my mom has to chose what she wants etched on it, like a picture. She wants a picture of deers and stuff, since she and my dad always drove around at night looking at deers in the fields, and she liked that... Anyway, she has to do that, and then they have to etch it in there, and they said that already it might take longer than normal because of all of the holidays that will be happening. We are glad that the base is there though, so at least it doesn't look like we have forgotten.

 

[stacey bo bacey]

I'm going to tell you a story about a caterpillar named Steve.



Steve the caterpillar had been having a bad day. Everyone he had encountered today had done something to make him feel even worse. It was bad enough the minute he woke up he already felt sick of being awake, but each event after waking up made him wish even more that he had never woken up at all.



First off, when he went to the leaf buffet diner for breakfast, there was one table left, and right before he sat down, someone else jumped in front of him, "sorry, Steve," the other caterpillar said happily, "better luck next time."



Steve frowned, but knew it wasn't worth arguing. After seeing how rude the other caterpillar had been, he wasn't even hungry anymore, so even if he did initiate an argument and end up gaining back possession of the table, he wouldn't even want to eat anything. Instead, he left the diner and went outside and ate some grass. The grass was by no means appetizing, so he quickly stopped and went on his way.



The next place Steve went was to caterpillar school. For some reason, Steve's teacher hated him. She was a butterfly, and always looked down on Steve as though he wasn't good enough, since he wasn't a butterfly yet. All of the other students in Steve's class had turned into butterflies already, and just being there made him feel sick. He knew the entire time he was there he would be silently judged by the his peers and teacher alike, and no matter how hard he tried on his homework, he always got the same grade. He was beginning to suspect that his teacher had decided to not even look at his homework anymore, and to simply stamp on the B- on each paper, since that is the grade she always gave Steve.



Steve had stayed up very late every day last week writing a paper, which he was very proud of. Today his teacher had graded the papers and handed them back. Steve turned to the back page where he knew he'd find his grade. Even though he should have expected the B-, just like he always got, somehow he was still disappointed to see yet another grade lower than he felt he deserved.



“I suppose I won't even try anymore,” Steve said to himself, “after all, why try when the results are the same regardless?”



Steve didn't have any friends. He had once been friends with a caterpillar named Melinda, but she had turned into a butterfly, and had since got to sit with the other butterflies during lunch. Since Steve had no one to sit by at lunch, he simply went home, deciding that it would be pointless to even return to school after lunch. He would just half-heartedly complete tomorrow's assignment instead.



Now here he was, feeling awful about himself, as well as life in general. He completed his assignment, not checking any answers, and guessing on a few rather than looking them up, and then went to sleep.



....................................................



When Steve woke up the next morning, he felt very odd. It didn't take him long to realize that he had sprouted wings over night. At first he was scared. How would he learn to use these new appendages? However, his fright soon turned into excitement. Maybe his peers and teacher would accept him now!



Steve hurriedly made his way to school, this time flying instead of walking. It didn't take him much time at all to learn to maneuver with his new wings.



Steve went into the school. Already people were being nicer to him. His teacher gave him an A+ on the assignment he hadn't tried on, and Melinda wanted to sit with him at lunch.

At the end of the day, Steve felt very happy. Once he was back home again, however, he began to feel what he could only describe as a feeling of complete panic. He wasn't used to spending so much time with people, and now he felt worried that he had said something wrong. Maybe he had made a bad impression on his first day as a butterfly. Why did the other butterflies deserve his friendship anyway? They were cruel to him until he was just like them... Did he even want to be like them?



Steve sat in silence, staring at the wall of his home, for hours. After contemplating his current state; being a butterfly, when he had despised every butterfly he knew for being cruel to him, he knew what he had to do. If he remained a butterfly, he would become just like the other butterflies. They had all been caterpillars once, so they understood Steve's position before, and yet they were still cruel to him. Would Steve be cruel too, to caterpillars, once he had been a butterfly for long enough?



Steve took a kitchen knife out of a drawer, and sawed off each of his wings. He didn't quite understand that he was a butterfly now... not just a caterpillar with wings. Sawing off his wings caused him to bleed to death.



When the butterflies at his school heard what had happened, they all claimed to feel badly about how they had taunted him to the point of causing him to lose sanity. Then they all went out for pizza, because they didn't really give a ****.



The End.

:biglaugh: :biglaugh:

Hahahahaha I'm so sorry, that story made me very sad but the ending was hilarious to me. Maybe I am sick?? Hahahahaha poor Steve!!!!!!!!

 

[stacey bo bacey]

Where did you find that story, Hannah?

 

[whereismynotecard]

Where did you find that story, Hannah?

I wrote it.

 

[whereismynotecard]

The forums were being boring, so I made up a story. I do that sometimes.

 

[stacey bo bacey]

I guess no one liked my story.

In other news, my mom ordered a tomb stone for my dad, and when we went to the cemetary we found that they had already put the base out there. The tomb stone might not be there until spring time though, because they have to make it, and then my mom has to chose what she wants etched on it, like a picture. She wants a picture of deers and stuff, since she and my dad always drove around at night looking at deers in the fields, and she liked that... Anyway, she has to do that, and then they have to etch it in there, and they said that already it might take longer than normal because of all of the holidays that will be happening. We are glad that the base is there though, so at least it doesn't look like we have forgotten.

That's good.

My mom's mom died when my mom was 7. Her husband (which would be my grandpa) was supposed to be buried next to her when he died, but his son (that would be my uncle) died before he did. So my uncle is buried in my grandpa's spot, next to his mom. In a mis-marked grave, I guess you'd call it. I think that's kinda sad but...ehh..I mean whatever.

 

[stacey bo bacey]

I wrote it.

Wow, really? That was good!! I really liked it. I love your sense of humor...hehehehe.

 

[whereismynotecard]

That's good.

My mom's mom died when my mom was 7. Her husband (which would be my grandpa) was supposed to be buried next to her when he died, but his son (that would be my uncle) died before he did. So my uncle is buried in my grandpa's spot, next to his mom. In a mis-marked grave, I guess you'd call it. I think that's kinda sad but...ehh..I mean whatever.

That's kind of weird... My grandpa died when I was 7, and my grandma has her name on his tombstone, so she can be buried there when she dies, but shes sort of dating this really trashy guy... so I wonder how she thinks he feels about the fact that she wants to be buried next to her first husband when she's dating this other guy... It's weird.

Wow, really? That was good!! I really liked it. I love your sense of humor...hehehehe.

I'm glad you liked it. I do have an odd sense of humour, I've been told... but I guess I'm not the only one.

 

[stacey bo bacey]

That's kind of weird... My grandpa died when I was 7, and my grandma has her name on his tombstone, so she can be buried there when she dies, but shes sort of dating this really trashy guy... so I wonder how she thinks he feels about the fact that she wants to be buried next to her first husband when she's dating this other guy... It's weird.

Yea, I really don't like the woman my grandpa married after his wife--my real grandma--died. He just wanted a mother figure for his kids so he tried his best, but she's kind of a *****. I'm kinda po'd she--and not the love of his life--is going to be next to him when she dies.

I'm glad you liked it. I do have an odd sense of humour, I've been told... but I guess I'm not the only one.

:bounce

 

[stacey bo bacey]

Holy crap I am wide awake. Should I make apple cinnamon scones or mint chocolate chip brownies?

 

[stacey bo bacey]

Ahh!! 1,002 posts!!!!! Weeeee!!!!!!!!!! :bounce :jiggy: :bounce :jiggy: :bounce