I laughed muchly reading these, made me feel rather tame as well!
all I recall is cooking boil in the bag fish and potatoes in a beaker over a bunsen burner in the science lab for lunch,
a similar mould experiment, with the topping off a pizza, which we sealed in cingfilm, named "kidney transplant" and used to throw at random people
following random strangers around town until they would notice us
god that sounds boring!
That kidney transplant thing reminded me of the not-quite-so-exciting thing we used to do at college, where someone would take a can of pop (usually from Martin B's bag, because he was "from the forest"), shake it up, and then throw it at someone, this would get passed around the room - woe betide the person who dropped it.
We used to paint 'blood' (acrylic paint) on sanitary towels and stick them in the loo...
And fill condoms with salad cream and put them in people's pencil cases lololol!!!
We also once put a spider in a guys pencil case in 6th form...he was in the common room, describing how he'd opened his pencil case and a spider ran out...and WE'D DONE IT AGAIN!!!
FANTASTIC COMIC TIMING!!!
(please exsuse me, I've drunk too much red wine lol!!)_
My twin, myself and our mate Mark had this Amstrad tape-to-tape machine which we used for all sorts of stuff, including the infamous audio play of intrigue, recorded on location in Exeter, well, we taped some atmosphere, including the local Shell garage where the one character was supposed to get shot - you could hear the woman go "28 pence please", which took away from the drama somewhat - all good fun though.
"(I was labouring under such a defect of the mind and lapse of reason as not to know the cause and nature of the act I was committing)" - as seen in every other HP Lovecraft story.
My sister and I used to hide our youngest sisters Fisher Price cassette recorder under the table in the dining room...then tape the arguments at lunchtime and write them up as scripts for a sitcom entitled 'The Smiths'...
Hahaha....wish I'd kept the books we wrote them in lol...some of the arguments my parents had were SO pathetic...
My daughter was school librarian too. Hope you don't mind that I have added you to my friends' list- (just say and I'll reverse it)
But apart from anything else, I *collect* librarians, even former ones. And I have just lost two :-(.
Don't mind at all!!!
I'll add you back...be warned though...I have a *thing* for the smell of newly printed book ink...
2004-02-21 02:34 pm (UTC)
sounds very fun compared to my lame escapades.
I bet they weren't that tame!!!
2004-02-22 09:05 pm (UTC)
okay... this might take a couple posts...
when i was a sophmore (2nd year) there was this artist boy whom i was in love with... paul oplinger... i was quite taken with him, indeed. anyhow - i was in advanced placement english a year ahead of my class and paul was in this class with me. i used to stare at him and hang on every word he said. one day i overheard him telling his friend about how this really "killer" party was going to be going on that nite out by this quarry we all called "hugo..." it was basically where kids went to smoke pot, drink, have sex and skinny dip in a really pristine quarry which was located at the back of a old mine site... (not necessarily in that order...)
so i convinced my mom & dad that i was going to be over at my best friend at the time's house studying... we then snuck out of her house by climbing out on the roof and jumping from there to the roof of the garage where there was this ladder we could climb down... and, off we went to hugo.
i had never drank or smoked pot at this point of my adolecence... so when we got there i was kind of nervous. but, straight off paul oplinger comes up to me and offers me a beer. which i CHUG down to make myself look cool. he looked amused and handed me another. this continued for a while. a bunch of the aritst kids came over and wanted me to go "smoke out with them." which i did. and, the end result was that i was WAYYYY fucked up. at some point someone spilled beer on my shirt & i flipped out about it... as i was sure my parents would bust me on that fact alone. but, paul oplinger (who i was positive i was in love with at this point) went over to his car and pulled out this black thrift store sweater (which smelled like him) and gave it to me. i just pulled my top off in front of him (and a zillion other people including my horrified friend) and put the sweater on - placing the shirt in the trunk of his car.
then - my friend's older brother showed up. and, told us that when i didn't come home at 11pm that my dad had called their parents looking for me. that bf's mom had come to check on us & found out that we had snuck out of bf's room... and, we were both about to get into quite a bit of trouble. so paul (my new boyfriend) offered to drive us back to my house. i am high as fuck, drunk and stupid - so i agree. sitting up front with him... at every street light i'm making out with him. i am so frickin' wasted i don't even notice that he pulls into my driveway - as soon as the car stopped i started sucking face with him. well, my parents notice that there is a car in the driveway and on go the porch lites, both parents out on the porch in their nite clothes (it was now about 2am)... and, paul helps me out of the car up the walk to my house... and, my mother launches into me - yells for a few minutes while i'm standing there in front of this boy i love looking stupid and then asks me: "what do you have to say for yourself?"
i then HEAVE everything inside my stomach out my mouth in response to her onto my DAD'S FEET.
i swear to christ that my dad was lauging at me. they sent me to bed, the next day my mom made me walk to school in the pouring rain with a hangover and i never went out with paul past that nite.
tho' i did see him at a bar after i graduated college & he laughed his ass off at the memory of that story... and, bought me a shot.
more to come.
2004-02-22 09:30 pm (UTC)
Re: okay... this might take a couple posts...
Oh dear oh dear!!
Well, at least you got a lengthy snog (and an eventual drink) out of it, so the drinking/smoking must have paid off lolol!!!
First time I got seriously drunk was a last night party for a youth theatre production when I was fifteen...we had a party in the auditorium (the first and last time the director allowed us to do so lol!)...I had no idea what I was drinking...just whatever I was given by a guy who kept trying to stick his tongue in my ear, got ridiculously drunk, someone else threw up on the stage itself, and my dad had to come and take me home.
I remember leaning on my 'cello case for support while I was waiting for him, then several stops in the car on the way home for me to open the door and throw up in the gutter...
Then when I got home, my parents put me to bed, gave me a bowl to throw up in...which I did...and then drunkenly flapped my arms about in a dramatic fashion, tipping the entire bowl up into the air and onto the carpet in front of my dad...who, like yours, found the entire incident funny lol!!
Never again have we had a 'last night' show party like it...these days we just go down to the bar hehe!!
Sounds like my highschool hijinxs :P. Little terror I was.