Teenage Ranting

[icefire]

Well, this is just a thread to be awesome and start telling stories together from first person. No character required

So I guess I'll start:

I wandered into my kitchen, my stomach grumbling. Gosh, we have nothing in this dang house! I decided just to grab a piece of bread, and ambled back to the computer. I finished blowing up my world in minecraft, so I started paying some more attention to my chatty friends.

Perhaps I would have to skype with a few of them later... Oh and play my addiction (league of legends) of course! I moved around in my chair to the Beastie Boy's song I was listening to, and started to type some stuff. I loved writing, it was one of my greatest past times. But more importantly, I loved reading! Clicking on the chrome window, I decided to read some fanfiction instead of writing my own that hadn't been updated in a while. I sighed, reading and switching back and forth from the facebook chat tab. I wish I was a soul reaper... I would have bankai, and I'd be legit.

But not many people here know what Bleach is, and I'll save you from my long, rambly, explanation of the plot. I just really want a sword and some skills.

I giggled at the skills comment, remembering how I watched Napoleon Dynamite yesterday. I remembered how Napoleon had been making hilarious comments about how girls wanted "Guys with awesome skills". Then I remembered the part where Napoleon told that one kid, "Pedro offers his protection", and I laughed even harder.

Funny moment in my head over, I decided to just go back to my fanfic.

[nikers13]

Somehow, someway, I swear something weird always follows me. It's just kind of scary once you really get into thinking about it... Like the one time I went to a Nuggets game, there was a Japanese Family that was taking pictures of the city, trying to "truly experience everything" as they had put it... Anyway, they came up to me and randomly asked if I could be in their picture. Don't ask me why - I still have no idea. So, they took the picture; me standing with my hands held up to the sky, in front of Invesco Field (Broncos stadium). They insisted that I go with them to Elitches - their hidden intention to most likely get a picture of me hurling off the side of the roller coaster - but I had to go to the Nuggets game; I mean, after all, that's where I had WANTED and INTENDED to go in the first place. Thankfully they let me go, always ranting on about how they'd love for me to go with them. Once again, don't ask me why...

But more onto the point... I swear that weird stuff follows me. EVERYWHERE. At some point you sort of get used to the unusual things that happen at school; but when you find yourself being followed by it, you should really take notice.


Oh, yes! There was another time when I was in Durango, casually grabbing milk for my mom who had asked me to fetch some, when a little boy - maybe six or seven (but what do I know? I'm a horrible judge of age) - came over and tugged on my sleeve. I looked down at him, sort of expecting he was just mistaken. "Umm - excuse me, I'm sorry," I had said, trying to begin to walk away.

He grabbed my sleeve again, saying nothing.

I looked down at him, slightly confused. "Do you need something?"

Obviously not, because he continued staring at me, his hand tightly grasping my sleeve.

"Where are your parents?" I asked, getting a little anxious to start moving again. (ADD?)

No answer.

I looked around, finding that there was no one around me that looked as though they were searching for their kid. "Do you want something?" I hesitantly asked, once again returning his gaze.

He shook his head, still not letting go of my sleeve.

"What do you want with me?" I finally spat out, more playfully rather than angrily.

His eyes left mine, as he suddenly just walked away without a word.

I scanned my surroundings, silently whispering to myself, "How the hell did nobody see that?!" Quickly, though, I found myself intrigued my the pineapples in the corner of the aisle, as I ran over to grab some, to later beg my mom to buy for me... (DELICIOUS FLAVOR)


So, if you ever find someone being surrounded by tourists, awkward kids, or just other weird, outlandish things... That's probably me. Say hello, will ya?

[icefire]

Soon enough after Cassie's post in here I realized that this wasn't just a documentation of my life, it was anything I wanted to do! This was freaking candy land as far as I was concerned. If I want to be a freaking soul reaper, then I'm having at it. I suddenly adopted a zanpaktou (sword) and a soul reaper outfit. Promptly after this, I ran around yelling and swinging my sword like a buffoon. I must find out it's name to unlock it's true potential!

I abandoned the sword when I saw the next desire of my imagination pop up.

A. Freaking. Dragon. YES!

I ran over to it like a complete idiot, not caring that it was snorting smoke from it's nostrils and staring at me like it's next lunch! I started talking to it in a baby voice that I would use for my pets, spouting stuff about 'awww, look how cute you are!' and, 'can I play with your wings, pwetty pwease?'. The dragon didn't seem to understand anything I was saying, but I didn't care, I hopped onto it's back. It growled, but I was in honey badger 'I-don't-give-a-shit' mode. The reins I was wishing for suddenly appeared and I shouted, "Giddy-up dragon!" Giving the reins a good whack against his back.

It roared out in fire and shot up into the sky. In real life, I was imagining things up with glee, allowing them all to pop into storyland. The dragon shape shifted into an airplane, and I jumped off of it. I didn't have a parachute but I landed without harm since the world was now creative mode on minecraft and I was indestructible. My imagination was so awesome.

All of the sudden, my mom yelled for me to come get my laundry and popped me out of my imagination, flustering me. Dang it, that was awesome!

After I got the laundry, I came back and read more fanfictions, the moment of imagination totally lost.

[nikers13]

"Cassie..." my friend began, looking straight into my eyes with obvious concern, "How do you come up with these things? I mean, seriously, what goes on in your mind?"

"Well," I flashed a grin, "If you really want to know-"

She stopped me, quickly, holding up her hand in front of my face, "Rhetorical question; I honestly think that no one could understand what goes on in that head of yours... Not even you."

I smiled, returning back to my pineapples, but found myself trying to think about why and how I think about things. If I'm thinking about thinking about how I think, aren't I thinking about thinking about thinking about how I think? No... Wait, now I'm thinking about why I was wrong about thinking about thinking about how I think. Okay, ouch - I think my head hurts. Crap! Now I'm thinking about thinking about how I think my head hurts. Maaaan, stop it. You've gotta stop- Oh, look! Pineapples!


There's your answer my friends... The wonder of my mind will never be answered.

[icefire]

My mind.... Is an enigma.