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I had a date yesterday and alot of things went wrong... I don't even wanna remember them x_x But at least the guy will remember me *optimistic*

Ah well, after the date I walked to my bike which I had parked outside the railway station. I was still very nervous and floaty, but I tried to look very relaxed and self-conscious, sweetly smiling to everyone around me...

And then I walked into a glass door.

I was at a resturant (I don't think I spelled that right...hmm) a few days ago, and we (me and my family) were sitting at a table near a ceiling fan, and the ceiling fan made the shadows constantly flicker. So when I got bored, I just started staring at the flickering shadows...and then (in my mind, o' course), I'd go flick flick flick flick flick flick flick flick along with the shadows, over and over again. And then I'd stop and think, this is stupid...why am I doing it?! And I'd eat some more chips. But eventually I'd do it again.
Randomness!

I actually had a fairly sane day, today. I ate 2 oranges, which is odd, but was random in that I sliced them completely wierd...

And the fact that twice in the past 24 hours, I've randomly picked up my copy of Romeo and Juliet, and performed the second half of Juliet's lines to the air in my bedroom. (I was begging my mom to let me try out for Shakespeare in the Park the other day. I have to settle for waiting for the local Children's Theater to do Shakespeare. *glares*)

hmmm, probably the time when me and a friend went to ASDA and went to the fruit section. We got 2 baskets full of melons, walked round a bit and put them back after xD

Probably about half my life is spent doing random and odd things. The other half is eating and sleeping...

I can't possibly list everything, so I'll tell some stuff now, and maybe more later.

The first one that came to mind is the time I told my English teacher that she had ruined my lifelong dream of being a cashier at Starbucks. (Don't ask.)

This summer at camp, I was accused of being in love with my left shoulder, because I'd been randomly obsessing over it for reasons I did not and will not explain. I would be like, "I like my left shoulder a lot. It's really awesome."

Also this summer at camp, me and Charlotte and Rachel (1) kept lecturing this one counselor about using utensils.

Then there was the time in English class last year that I completely cracked up over a line in "Romeo and Juliet" because of an obscure word that is used differently now.

A few months later in that same class, we did a skit, and I attempted to say a line a certain way, and it resulted in me not being able to say it at all for about five minutes because I was laughing so hard.

The previous year, I provided my English teacher (wow, lots of English class moments) with an explanation for why 2 + 2 = 0.

And on Vethie's most recent birthday, I was over at her house, and while we were waiting for cake, I was extremely hyper, and I was jumping on the trampoline yelling about random things like how the blue team has the high ground (once again, don't ask), and then I was shouting at the top of my lungs about how the neighbors were going to complain. (Strangely enough, I lost my hyperness after I'd had sugar.)

A few years ago, me and my friend Matt pretended we had made up a religion that worshipped coat hangers, and I even made up a ceremonial chant.

We also made up a song that goes like this: "You live in a jail cell, you live in a jail cell, you live in a jail cell..." etc., etc.

When I was in second or third grade, I would always ask the eight ball "Do I have purple hair?"

One time, me and Vethie spent an entire afternoon talking like Yoda. Not the voice, just the syntax.

Recently, I came up with the best "insult" in the world: "Dora the Explorer lost the presidential election!" (Vethie helped with the mutation process. I call it that because it is the result of a very odd but continuous train of thought.)

And in eighth-grade math class, me and Therese made up a song to the tune of "Happy Birthday", only it was "Happy Face Clock", and we sang it to the teacher after class.

Last item for this post: A few days ago, I was reading a story, and I used a few lines to help make up my own scene involving the main character and a roll of invisible duct tape.

Random things eh...where do I start...how can I pick just one??

Whenever me and my sister go shopping with my mom (my mom hates it when we go together ) we act like 5 year olds and whenever we want her attention we start mooing or meowing, whichever one we feel like at the moment...

I do that! I tend to shout "MOBILE DISCO!" and dance along until they drive off.

Literally LOL'd when I saw the date of JellyFish72's post in this thread.

Most random... I often sing/ hum/ talk to myself, only to tell myself off for being weird. Then I repeat doing that.

Oh, I talk to myself sometimes. I daydream a lot about certain things, just whatever I feel like imagining, and then I say people's "lines" in the daydream. Sometimes just mine, and sometimes other people's. I don't consciously do it. It just happens.

One time...this was a very interesting experience...I was sitting on my bed, and I was imagining myself sitting on a rock at camp talking to this one guy I knew, and I actually got so deep into the daydream (saying the words in real life probably pushed me in more) that I completely lost all sense of reality. The best I can explain it is that usually when I have daydreams, I just imagine what's going on, and it kind of feels like I'm watching it in my head, and this time it actually felt like it was going on.

So anyway, after a while, I was saying to this guy, "Sometimes I talk to myself. Like, I'll imagine someone's there, and I'll talk to them, except they're not really there. Actually, I'm not even really talking to you. You're not here. I'm not at camp, sitting on this rock. I'm just imagining it. I'm really sitting on my bed, in my room, talking to the air. But I'm imagining that I'm talking to you. So that's an example. I do things like that."

Except I still thought I was talking to him. It was like, I sort of realized it, but I wasn't actually aware of it. I was saying what was real, but I was seeing what wasn't. Usually, I can see my daydream in my head, more faintly than the world around me. This time, I could see what was in my head as if it were the world around me, and I could kinda-sorta see my room and my bed and everything, but it was almost like that was the daydream.

It's kind of freaky to think about.

My best friend and I went to an outdoor ice skating rink a few weeks ago. One side of the rink looked down onto a fairly busy street. Every time someone walked by or exited one of the buildings across the road, we would smile and wave and shout hi to them. Most people actually smiled and waved back.

We did the same thing out the car windows when we were driving home. I like to think we made someone's day.

My friends and I used to yell "Do you know the muffin man?" off the chairlifts at the people skiing below. One time the person actually yelled back to us

Yeah... I was the thread killer... Way back when...

Ummm... While in CPR training yesterday, I was involved in my section of the room's slightly overdramatic CPR practice. You know, when you're told to tap the person and yell "Are you okay?" to them. Yeah, we picked them up and shook them, yelling frantically. Yes, this is what happens when you get me and a group of my teachers together.

I also somehow got myself roped into wearing a ballroom dress to a ballroom dance class, and will possibly be in a ballroom dance showcase in a few weeks...

I will stick things like those Post-it flags on my face and walk down the hall with my new goatee and mustachio. And sometimes I'll shout random things at people who probably aren't listening to me if I'm in a lunchroom or public place, although the people next to me actually listen to me.