Memories

GuD · 08-09-2017, 12:18 AM

one time I did a thing and some people said some stuff but really i didn't do a thing and then they said some other stuff because goddamn. people don't seem to have anything better to do than gossip. really brew, you're gonna believe something someone told you who doesn't know the person you're talking about?

poison the wells. please.

~~MicShazam~~ · 08-09-2017, 10:02 AM

When I was about 4, I was with my dad in his tool shed. While he wasn't looking, I took two nails off the floor and stuck them in the power outlet. I had burns on my fingers, but nothing worse than that. I can't remember anything at all from such an early age, but my parents insist it happened.

Around age 10, I also once ran into a rose-bush branch at full speed while me and my sister was playing catch. I didn't feel any pain, but I pulled thorns out of my forehead and then felt cold drops of blood running over my eyes. Probably just a good thing it didn't hit me in the eyes.

**Frownland** · 08-21-2017, 09:27 PM

One day when I was 3-5 years old (basically before I really started getting into music when I got my first CDs at 6), my dad was playing some Alice in Chains. Later that night, he was hanging out with his friends and I was with them when they were trying to figure out what album to put on. I wanted to listen to Alice in Chains again but couldn't remember what their name was, so I asked him if he could play the band with the yucky voices. He had no idea what the **** I was talking about and said "Smashing Pumpkins?" and I was like I don't know dude but I don't think so. He couldn't figure it out so he played Gish (I only know that because it was the only Pumpkins album he had for years) and that's when I learned to start asking for the band name when I liked the music and to start hating Smashing Pumpkins.

Aux-In · 08-23-2017, 04:01 PM

Circa 4th grade. Music class, previous Friday. Assignment: draw an album cover for your new band. Okay, I can do that. That weekend I had been watching Death Wish on the tele. You know, the one starring Charles Bronson. So I get to class on Monday and start composing the album cover for my new band, Death Wish. Not the most original name, but I've never been a rockstar before, so I'm pretty excited about it at this point.

We were given cuts of paper or maybe cardboard (that part's a bit fuzzy) in the shape of a vinyl record. I can still picture the album cover in my mind, right down to the type of font styling I used, which I drew myself and was of course proud of. But more etched in my mind than any of that is the death stare I got from my teacher when I turned it in. Wow she was not pleased.

**Frownland** · 08-23-2017, 04:06 PM

What did you draw?

That vaguely reminds me of when my 4th grade teacher taught me how to spell "hail Satan" correctly (my project said "hell satin"). She was a Hawaiian lady I was taller than at 9 years old and she swore a lot with no repercussion.

Aux-In · 08-23-2017, 04:25 PM

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Originally Posted by Frownland

What did you draw?

It was just the text Death Wish with lettering styled kind of like Metallica's Ride the Lightning, but in my own way. I drew blood dripping from the bottom of all the letters.

Oh yeah, another time our English teacher asked us all to pick one album and bring it in. We were to play a song and do a short write-up on it too. I bring in Nirvana's In Utero and play "Serve the Servents," for which I received praise for the lyrics. This other kid brings in Soundgarden's Superunknown and plays "Black Hole Sun." Our English teacher then went on a big lecture on how bad the lyrics were (the content of them, not the writing). Man I felt so bad for that kid. Clearly the teachers at that school had very little exposure to that kind of stuff.

The Batlord · 08-23-2017, 04:41 PM

The only time I had an assignment like that I wasted it on Metallica. I even had Slayer albums I could have brought in. Probably Morbid Angel and Possessed too.

**Frownland** · 08-23-2017, 05:48 PM

In my speech class at college we had to play a song for the class and talk about it so I played Whitey on the Moon and told the (entirely white) class to cut that **** out. I got an A.

Chiomara · 08-23-2017, 07:35 PM

Various school-related (and sleepover) memories:

4th grade sleepover birthday party: It was Emily's birthday, I think. Katie and 4 or so others were there. We were all on the dorkier side. Katie and Emily had this thing where they'd pretend to be wolves all the time; during recess they'd bark and growl and howl and chase people. Anyway, at the sleepover, we were sitting in a circle in the dark. You know, in confessional mode. Emily launched into this intense monologue about how she was a wolf in spirit and that the flashlight Katie was holding was making her "wolf senses get aggravated". She was really adamant about this and became increasingly moody and withdrawn over the course of the night. Sleepover meltdowns were always just incredible at that age.

A routine sleepover with one of my best friends, age 12 maybe: It was late at night, and my friend was sleeping. I walked out of the play room and into the kitchen for some reason. It was completely dark aside from the light of the moon-- just light enough for me to see my friend's older brother pouring baked beans into a flashlight. (After removing the batteries I assume) BAKED BEANS. INTO. A FLASHLIGHT. It perplexes and haunts me to this day. Her brother was a sociopath prone to doing bizarre things, though.

5th grade, shopping at Wal-Mart: I was with my mom, just waddling around the CD aisle in clunky, horrendously ugly (and fuzzy) leopard platform boots. I was also wearing leopard-print flared pants AND a leopard-print shirt. I think my hair was pulled up into a bun with a white scrunchie. I was a complete spectacle (I was a bit tall and gangly for my age which didn't help), but I felt super hip and cool because I received not one but TWO compliments from other shoppers.

3rd grade, gym class: I got into an altercation with the gym teacher after forging my mother's signature on a fake note excusing me from class for a whole month. I was shocked that she realized it was fake. I stuck to my story. I think I ended up getting flustered and making up yet another lie about my mom being in a coma or something soap opera-y like that. (to explain why I was forced to forge her signature)

Age 12ish, late at night at my house: My mom was out with her secret boyfriend, so I had the house to myself. This meant that I could finally finish making my latest stop-motion beanie baby (I'd already used my usual household objects and figures too much) movie with the camcorder. The plot mainly revolved around the vengeful ghost of the platypus who committed suicide after being ostracized. Oh, and the Scully (x files) barbie was involved too. Scully had a buzzcut and wore a dress made out of black rubberbands. I think she was the narrator/screamer. (Sometimes, as an..interlude I guess, in my little movies, I'd put Scully in front of the speaker of my boombox which would be blasting static or fuzzy AM radio jazz. I'd make this horrible dinosaur-like shrieking sound during this.) The most time-consuming part was figuring out the musical backdrop. I had one of those keyboards that had lots of goofy programmed songs that would play while the keys lit up so you could play along. So, I had to choose the most dramatic song while adding various other musical accompaniments and shrieking and so on. Anyway, after it was complete (it was over an hour long-- just an hour of nonsense) I forced every one of my friends to watch it. It was torture for them I'm certain. Oh, and at that age I had a really thick Texan accent which made it even worse since I did all of the character voices of course.

grindy · 08-23-2017, 07:44 PM

In first grade we had to make a drawing of a mural depicting two horses that was on our school wall.
So I went back to school after lunch, sat down for an hour and copied it as good as I could.
Of course everybody else just drew vaguely horse-shaped stick figures.
The next day the teacher didn't believe I had made my drawing and accused me of having had help from my parents.

08-09-2017, 12:18 AM	#91 (permalink)
GuD Dude... What? Join Date: Oct 2013 Posts: 1,322	one time I did a thing and some people said some stuff but really i didn't do a thing and then they said some other stuff because goddamn. people don't seem to have anything better to do than gossip. really brew, you're gonna believe something someone told you who doesn't know the person you're talking about? poison the wells. please. __________________ I spit bullets in my feet Every time I speak So I write instead And still people want me dead ~msc

08-21-2017, 09:27 PM	#93 (permalink)
Frownland SOPHIE FOREVER Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: East of the Southern North American West Posts: 35,541	One day when I was 3-5 years old (basically before I really started getting into music when I got my first CDs at 6), my dad was playing some Alice in Chains. Later that night, he was hanging out with his friends and I was with them when they were trying to figure out what album to put on. I wanted to listen to Alice in Chains again but couldn't remember what their name was, so I asked him if he could play the band with the yucky voices. He had no idea what the **** I was talking about and said "Smashing Pumpkins?" and I was like I don't know dude but I don't think so. He couldn't figure it out so he played Gish (I only know that because it was the only Pumpkins album he had for years) and that's when I learned to start asking for the band name when I liked the music and to start hating Smashing Pumpkins. __________________ Studies show that when a given norm is changed in the face of the unchanging, the remaining contradictions will parallel the truth. d e a f b o x

08-23-2017, 04:01 PM	#94 (permalink)
Aux-In Wrinkled Magazine Join Date: Jan 2015 Location: In Time Posts: 467	Circa 4th grade. Music class, previous Friday. Assignment: draw an album cover for your new band. Okay, I can do that. That weekend I had been watching Death Wish on the tele. You know, the one starring Charles Bronson. So I get to class on Monday and start composing the album cover for my new band, Death Wish. Not the most original name, but I've never been a rockstar before, so I'm pretty excited about it at this point. We were given cuts of paper or maybe cardboard (that part's a bit fuzzy) in the shape of a vinyl record. I can still picture the album cover in my mind, right down to the type of font styling I used, which I drew myself and was of course proud of. But more etched in my mind than any of that is the death stare I got from my teacher when I turned it in. Wow she was not pleased. __________________ Reviews l YouTube Playlist: Another Dimension "All over a bowl of bitter beans."

08-23-2017, 04:06 PM	#95 (permalink)
Frownland SOPHIE FOREVER Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: East of the Southern North American West Posts: 35,541	What did you draw? That vaguely reminds me of when my 4th grade teacher taught me how to spell "hail Satan" correctly (my project said "hell satin"). She was a Hawaiian lady I was taller than at 9 years old and she swore a lot with no repercussion. __________________ Studies show that when a given norm is changed in the face of the unchanging, the remaining contradictions will parallel the truth. d e a f b o x

08-23-2017, 05:48 PM	#98 (permalink)
Frownland SOPHIE FOREVER Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: East of the Southern North American West Posts: 35,541	In my speech class at college we had to play a song for the class and talk about it so I played Whitey on the Moon and told the (entirely white) class to cut that **** out. I got an A. __________________ Studies show that when a given norm is changed in the face of the unchanging, the remaining contradictions will parallel the truth. d e a f b o x

08-09-2017, 10:02 AM	#92 (permalink)
~~MicShazam~~ Account Disabled Join Date: Aug 2015 Location: Aalborg Posts: 7,634	When I was about 4, I was with my dad in his tool shed. While he wasn't looking, I took two nails off the floor and stuck them in the power outlet. I had burns on my fingers, but nothing worse than that. I can't remember anything at all from such an early age, but my parents insist it happened. Around age 10, I also once ran into a rose-bush branch at full speed while me and my sister was playing catch. I didn't feel any pain, but I pulled thorns out of my forehead and then felt cold drops of blood running over my eyes. Probably just a good thing it didn't hit me in the eyes.

08-23-2017, 07:35 PM	#99 (permalink)
Chiomara mayor of spookytown Join Date: Jan 2017 Posts: 812	Various school-related (and sleepover) memories: 4th grade sleepover birthday party: It was Emily's birthday, I think. Katie and 4 or so others were there. We were all on the dorkier side. Katie and Emily had this thing where they'd pretend to be wolves all the time; during recess they'd bark and growl and howl and chase people. Anyway, at the sleepover, we were sitting in a circle in the dark. You know, in confessional mode. Emily launched into this intense monologue about how she was a wolf in spirit and that the flashlight Katie was holding was making her "wolf senses get aggravated". She was really adamant about this and became increasingly moody and withdrawn over the course of the night. Sleepover meltdowns were always just incredible at that age. A routine sleepover with one of my best friends, age 12 maybe: It was late at night, and my friend was sleeping. I walked out of the play room and into the kitchen for some reason. It was completely dark aside from the light of the moon-- just light enough for me to see my friend's older brother pouring baked beans into a flashlight. (After removing the batteries I assume) BAKED BEANS. INTO. A FLASHLIGHT. It perplexes and haunts me to this day. Her brother was a sociopath prone to doing bizarre things, though. 5th grade, shopping at Wal-Mart: I was with my mom, just waddling around the CD aisle in clunky, horrendously ugly (and fuzzy) leopard platform boots. I was also wearing leopard-print flared pants AND a leopard-print shirt. I think my hair was pulled up into a bun with a white scrunchie. I was a complete spectacle (I was a bit tall and gangly for my age which didn't help), but I felt super hip and cool because I received not one but TWO compliments from other shoppers. 3rd grade, gym class: I got into an altercation with the gym teacher after forging my mother's signature on a fake note excusing me from class for a whole month. I was shocked that she realized it was fake. I stuck to my story. I think I ended up getting flustered and making up yet another lie about my mom being in a coma or something soap opera-y like that. (to explain why I was forced to forge her signature) Age 12ish, late at night at my house: My mom was out with her secret boyfriend, so I had the house to myself. This meant that I could finally finish making my latest stop-motion beanie baby (I'd already used my usual household objects and figures too much) movie with the camcorder. The plot mainly revolved around the vengeful ghost of the platypus who committed suicide after being ostracized. Oh, and the Scully (x files) barbie was involved too. Scully had a buzzcut and wore a dress made out of black rubberbands. I think she was the narrator/screamer. (Sometimes, as an..interlude I guess, in my little movies, I'd put Scully in front of the speaker of my boombox which would be blasting static or fuzzy AM radio jazz. I'd make this horrible dinosaur-like shrieking sound during this.) The most time-consuming part was figuring out the musical backdrop. I had one of those keyboards that had lots of goofy programmed songs that would play while the keys lit up so you could play along. So, I had to choose the most dramatic song while adding various other musical accompaniments and shrieking and so on. Anyway, after it was complete (it was over an hour long-- just an hour of nonsense) I forced every one of my friends to watch it. It was torture for them I'm certain. Oh, and at that age I had a really thick Texan accent which made it even worse since I did all of the character voices of course. __________________ Χρυσοσανδαλαιμοποτιχθονία Tumblr - 8tracks - Spotify Last edited by Chiomara; 08-23-2017 at 07:46 PM.

08-23-2017, 07:44 PM	#100 (permalink)
grindy . Join Date: Oct 2014 Location: . Posts: 7,201	In first grade we had to make a drawing of a mural depicting two horses that was on our school wall. So I went back to school after lunch, sat down for an hour and copied it as good as I could. Of course everybody else just drew vaguely horse-shaped stick figures. The next day the teacher didn't believe I had made my drawing and accused me of having had help from my parents. __________________ *A smell of petroleum prevails throughout.*