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 Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2006 8:40 am
This word game will be a memory association game. So here is the deal. The first poster will mention something, and the next will indicate what life memory pops into their heads upon first seeing that word, or phrase. Then, the person who wrote their experience down will give a phrase or word for the next person to tell an associative memory they have of it. For instance: Quote: Khall: Legos Jiggalicious: Ah yes, Legos. That reminds me of the time my younger brother came out of his bedroom crying, with blood streaming out his nose, but he wouldn't tell anyone what was wrong. My father was furious, and he and my mother snatched him up and took him to the emergency room. When they came back, my brother was much better and my Dad wouldn't talk to anyone. My Mom came and told me that my brother had been using my Lego Mommy's hand as a nose missle, to blow up some army men. He shoved the Lego in and shot it out his nose at the little soldiers, and it worked well...until he stuck it in too far and couldn't get it out. Needless to say, his behaviour and reluctance to tell my parents what he'd done resulted in the disposal of the erstwhile Lego hand. So, to this day...my poor Lego Mommy has no hand with which to serve delicious Lego Kitchen Cuisine. ________________ Oreo Cookies The post needn't be that long, but it can be whatever you care to share or think. I figure it will be an interesting way to get to know each other better. So...with that in mind...Let's Start! Oreo Cookies
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2006 6:13 pm
Oreo cookies! Coming home from elementary school, and having Oreos and a glass of milk waiting. I used to screw the tops off them and eat the filling, then dip the cookie part into the milk, which made it kind of gross looking, but I drank it anyway.
Gym class
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 5:27 am
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Gym class, well that reminds me of last year, when I had broken my arm in PE... So, we went to the gym every Wednesday as part of our PE course and my moody, antagonistic teacher, (with a nurse-complex!), constantly shouted and moaned at me, because I did not avail of using the gym at this time. My reason was, my arm was in a cast and not exactly in a suitable condition for working out, I wouldn't be able to shower after, it'd be unsafe to use a lot of the machines with my arm out of use like that... Of course he was unsympathetic and irrational so then at the parent-teacher meetings he criticised my levels of 'taking part-ness' and my mother screeched at him about what a b*****d he was... Now he just avoids speaking to me... Me thinks, I did not explain that very well, sorry!
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The zoo!
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 10:04 am
Ooh. Zoo.
I went there once with my friends for a Japanese festival and we watched these samurai people duke it out. Pretty cool. I still have photos from it.
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Bananas
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 10:35 am
I went to Jamaica with my parents when I was a child for vacation, and we stayed in this very cool rental property that looked like a boat, but on land. I was looking for a snack one day, and the maid asked me if I wanted a banana. Well, I like bananas a lot, so I said yes, and she brought me one that was so over-ripe it was practically black. I turned my nose up at it, because I like them yellow with a hint of green still, and she thought that was quite funny and odd, because people on the island eat them that way, very ripe, and those of us in the U.S. tend to eat them way before that. So there was a banana cultural gap there.
sore feet
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 12:16 pm
I walked around New York City with my parents and boyfriend for my Sweet 16 birthday all day. We went to my favorite restaurant and saw 42nd Street (the musical) and went to Madame Tusseau's wax museum. It was great fun! But I wore the wrong shoes for walking. My feet hurt so badly that I wasn't sure I would be able to walk to the train station to get home. By the time I was able to take my shoes off, I realized that I had very large blisters on both feet that had popped. I learned very quickly not to wear dressy shoes when lots of walking is necessary.
shot glass
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 10:19 pm
<@~{I remember last summer when I was on staff for a leadership conference at the University of Maryland. Some of the staff members and I had planned on having a little party between sessions (It was about 2 or 3 days between sessions). We got together a variety drinks and had whole set up in the dorm lounge. The problem was that no one had thought to bring any shot glasses or cups for that matter. He had to postpone the whole thing for about an hour so someone could run to the store and get some cups.
Roommate}~@>
Duce_of_Spades
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2006 5:11 pm
My college roommate was a biyatch with a bad temper, but she insisted she had an "artistic temperament", as though it excused everything. Funny thing was, she was a psych major without an artistic bone in her body.
The weirdest feeling
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2006 12:18 am
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2006 9:04 am
My ex used to fly a private plane, and I would navigate. Once, we wanted to land this tiny little Cessna at Miami International , and even though it's a huge airport, we couldn't see it from the air, probably because of all the humidity, which makes visibility crappy. Air traffic control got on the radio. "Maintain your speed, there's a 747 behind you." Aaaaa! The controller barked commands, which we followed like little blind drones, without a clue as to where we were going, because we still couldn't see anything. Suddenly, per instructions, we're losing altitude, and kind of freaking out, and then we look down about 100 feet, and we were lined up exactly over the runway.
The ocean
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2006 10:48 pm
]]My given name means Ocean. (Well, obviously I'd remember that sweatdrop )
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2006 6:25 am
I was halfway through writing a really big paper for bio class freshman year of college when my lovely laptop decided to crap out on me and force me to use the quick restore cds that came with the computer. I lost the entire paper because I hadn't remembered to back it up on any kind of disk. gonk
Traffic
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2006 3:37 am
*^.[Jay].^*
Urgh, traffic. It always seems to be heaviest when I'm late for something...like that time I was almost late for our Eisteddfod performance.
...Piano.
...[Shadow was here]...
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2006 7:00 pm
My dad played the piano and was actually in a music group for a while. Incidentally I am closer to some of his old band members than I am to him.
Nap
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2006 9:47 pm
I'm still waiting for them to institute nap times at work...y'know, like they did when we were in kindergarten.
Of course, I hated naps then. Wish I could have one a day now.
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Q-tips
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