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Basically, if you've had any sort of thing that you remember, because they were exciting or something like that, you could tell the story here.

Since I live in North Dakota, not much excitement happens here. But last year, an F2 tornado (0-5 scale, 5 means nothing left, 0 means more or less what tornado? with damage increasing with every level. 2 would be mid-range for those who know nothing about this because they live in a country where they don't really happen) hit Fargo, and the whole town, myself included, pretty much shit themselves when they saw it coming. The storm started rolling in shortly before 9, so of course it had gotten so dark no one could see it. But then anyone who was watching the tower camera from the channel 11 studios saw power flashes and shortly thereafter the power went out at my house, even though the first flashes were 10 miles away. Adding to my humiliation, I had a panic attack when I saw a cable in front of the camera, mistaking it for the tornado. 30 minutes later, it's over, and the next day I had no school because the power had been out for 14 hours straight.

Otherwise, I have no interesting stories to tell. How about you?

Many.

I'm a writer.

Telling stories is what I DO. :P

I've had so many adventures, and things which might be mundane which I can turn into adventures, that I wouldn't exactly know where to begin. :P

Every day can be exciting if you know how to see it that way.

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FIXING THE TOILET: Rubber Stopper Mode

My life isn't all that interesting. XP

I used to live in Central Florida.
The fall semester of my senior year of highschool, Central Florida was hit by 2 hurricanes. Charlie and Frances. The panhandle of the state was barely scraped by a third hurricane, Ivan.
Charlie was a cat 3, literally traveled up interstate 4 (stretches from Tampa, where the hurricane came in, to Daytona Beach... near where I lived). Though it was only a cat 3, it did enough damage for people to think it was a cat 5. Power the 4 Towns area of Volusia County (where I lived) was out for over 3 weeks. No school. Sinkholes everywhere you turned. Chainsaws running day and night in an attempt to clear the roads. Every few houses wherever you looked had no roof. Various neighbourhoods were flooded from overflowing retension ponds. That time of year, Florida is still hotter than hell so everyone you met was smelly and sweating like a hog.
My dad borrowed a generator from work, but we could only use it at night. We had 1 tv and 1 box fan hooked up to it. Chicken noodle soup, right out of the can, and cold ravioli became my best friends. I read The Early History of Rome, by the historian Livy during the 3 weeks before school re-opened. I also lived on the livingroom sofa during that time because, as luck would have it, my bedroom was the hottest room in the house.
Less than a month later, Hurricane Frances blew through.
Our power went out again.
I announced to my family that I was going to bed and would not be climbing back out of it until the power came back on. I read myself to sleep. 3 hours later, power was restored.

On the plus side, our class of 2005 t-shirts had a picture of a cartoon wolf (our mascot was a wolf) huffing and puffing at the school, with his breath forming a hurricane. The back of the shirt read "I survived the Class of '05" or some such silliness. We also had a giant sink hole open up in front of our school, so my school was closed a few extra days from the rest of the county.

I once lived in a magical land called The Republic of Korea. It's like America, but much tinier and everyone is Asian. Also the food is generally stinkier, even though it is delicious!

While living in the magical land of South Korea, I decided to ride every roller coaster in the country. I had ridden all the roller coasters in Seoul Land, I'd ridden all of the roller coasters in Everland (Everland is possibly the gayest theme park on Earth. The hourly show for their "Summer Splash Festival" included scores of Eastern European men in spandex suits wearing fairy wings and pirouetting as jets of water shot from their magic wands...), and I decided that my next stop was Lotte World.

Lotte World was a land of whimsy situated in the Lotte Department Store along the Han River in Seoul. After riding the indoor coasters there, I decided to venture to the outdoor section of the park. A bridge in the park crossed out into the river where more rides were situated on a small island in the river. As I made my way to the bridge so I could ride the Atlantis-themed roller coaster I knew I was going to have to duck under the "Must be less than this tall to ride" bar to get on (They don't seem to accommodate 6'1" giants from the West over there... And I'm short for my family.), I came across a small plaza where a life-size, fake Donkey stood on a pillar.



"What is the purpose of this donkey?" I wondered. Then, I saw a place to put money in. So I put money in and... With a mechanical whir and a conspicuous lack of fanfare:

The donkey shit a candy bar.

Truly, South Korea is a magical land!

There are times when I really wish my life could be more boring and I could spend more time reading about someone else's adventures as opposed to living my own.

I have discovered the meaning behind the Chinese curse "May you live in interesting times" My life has been far too interesting and the stories enthralling but in retrospect not having had the adventures would have been preferable.

I've also learned the meaning behind Indiana Jones' line about "It ain't the years, it's the mileage." A handful of time of hard mileage will obliterate decades of peaceful living.

There is absolutely no adventure I've had in life that can match tornadoes, hurricanes and sinkholes. [SINK HOLES. THAT IS FUCKING TERRIFYING.]


Well actually, when I went to New York with my gr. 10 class, we were touring Times Square one night when a riot broke out of a nearby stadium. Suddenly the streets were filled with insane, angry New Yorkers and tons of police. Our tour group went running haphazardly through the streets, and we somehow managed to lose half the group. Eventually we found a police station to take refuge in, but they booted us back out on the street for some reason. We ended up meeting the rest of the group back at the hotel, and the riot was in the papers the next day.

My first guess would be that the Knicks lost again.

Actually yeah, it had to do with a team that lost. I'm not sure which one, though.

So, when was ths? I know that the Yankees won the World Series in 2009, the Mets collapsed in 07 and 08, which let their rivals into the playoffs, the Rangers haven't had much playoff success lately, and the Knicks just suck.

Bluh, I don't think I've ever done anything all that interesting.

But a week ago or so, Duluth, got like, a million inches of rain in the span of two or three days. So it basically had the shit flooded out of it, roads were buckling up and falling apart so people were driving their cars into these huge-ass holes that were opening out of nowhere, trees were coming down, cars were getting swept off to who-knows-where, bridges were destroyed, and apparently having a million and a half inches of water on the ground will make a zoo lose its ability to be effecient, because the flood killed a bunch of the animals and caused a bunch of others to escape. It wasn't much of an adventure though, because I was kind of among the first to evacuate the area, i.e I fled the instant rain started to fall, and even though I left right away, the journey out of the city still consisted of driving in about an inch of water and a downpour.

So yup, that's the closest thing I've ever had to an adventure. :|

That, good sir, is a thing of beauty. But inquiring minds want to know... was it a chocolate candy bar?

i guess my life could be considered adventurous.

-currently in iceland visiting my boyfriend for the summer. met him from a webcomic site playing mafia 'bout 2 years back and we just clicked. at first my mom was just a tad concerned because white slavery so he had to visit first which he did and we've been meeting up since.
-my family likes nature and water sports so we do some white water rafting, which i recommend- is super fun.
-had my sweet 16 out in the woods and only a few people got lost for a couple of hours. i found them so it was all good and we all laughed about it over cake.
-went to girl scouts camp and kept running into bears... so many bears. we chased them away since it wasn't like we had camped in their areas, they had tried to explore ours. big difference, important to know.
-used to huge storms, last year had to deal with this hurricane that dumped 15 inches of water in our finished basement. that was a crazy night, we we're carrying everything up as fast as we could and the water just poured in. we lost power and all the power boxes and cables exploded in the night in rather dazzling light shows to be honest
-i like swimming in riptides so i went out one year when there was strong warnings but the beach was still open. unless you knew riptides or followed someone who did you couldn't get out more then ten feet or back to shore. had some annoying people follow a friend who came with me so we had to trick them back to shore or they probably would've drowned. they just weren't very good swimmers

Man, I was just leaving my grandma's house when it started raining there. Granted, she lives nowhere near Duluth and it wasn't that bad there, even though there's a river in the middle of her driveway.

Speaking of flooding, when the rivers started coming up a few years back, the rapid snowmelt was of a good concern since it had snowed a lot. Then the overland flooding started, which basically turned half the county into a series of islands. Then we got 3 inches of rain. Then we had a fricking snowstorm which made things worse. My house was at least a good 3 or 4 miles from the worst of it, but the sewers around my house backed up and flooded our neighbors yards, and then on my little brother's birthday, pretty much everything in the metro area was shut down so we had to drive 50 miles to do stuff on his birthday. (It was on a weekday, but every school for at least 15 miles around the area was shut down.

To make matters worse, as we were about to go back home, we heard what turned out to be a false evacuation order for the whole city.

The river never really went down and until november there was fear that the river would freeze above flood stage.

I don't know why, but strange stuff seems to come to me like a magnet. Well, it used to. An old story just to entertain you guys over my epically bad luck with winter-based activities :)

When I was in high school, a few years ago, my school went on a trip to go snow-tubing. Now, of all the snow-based sports/activities in the world, snow-tubing is the only one I found comfortable, since I don't have to worry about my clumsiness, lack of balance and what have you- just my fear of ice. Unfortunately, that turned out to be false because of my bad luck, because while we were on the lift...My snow-tube came undone.

Now, do any of you know what happens when you're half-way up a lift full of people? Yep! Your snow-tube goes down at a good amount of speed, and you start hitting walls and other tubes like a pinball. It can be quite startling. But, I got lucky, because my teacher managed to catch my hand and drag me up with her. Almost.

She was holding onto my tube and when she got up to the bump that means the ride up is over...She lost her grip, my tube couldn't get up over the bump, and I went all the way back down. They managed to get me up once, but by then, I was already frenzied and having an anxiety attack over being a pinball twice...So I went back to the lodge with the principal. My teacher, trying to cheer me up when I got back, ended up basically spreading that I was an 'extreme snow-tuber', and the story became an epic to my classmates and family. :)

...I refuse to go snow-anything anymore. ;-;

I have other epic-failure stories too, but that one as the one I thought you guys would find most interesting. I'll tell more later :)

I once fell into a dark six foot deep hole and broke my fall by hitting my face on a hard central pillar. I stumbled to my feet spitting our blood and discovered my head and hands were completely covered in blood. I was in complete darkness and had no idea how I had fallen in or how I was getting out.

I realized anxiety and panic wouldn't solve my immediate problem so I took stock of the situation and acted accordingly. I called the Fire Department to appraise them of my situation and discovered I couldn't talk very well through all the blood I was spewing out of my mouth. I took out a flashlight and found a ladder out of the hole. I remembered a disaster movie that said that elevator doors as a safety feature can be opened from inside the shaft with just your fingers. So I did so, stumbled out into the hallway and called back the fire department to tell them I no longer needed a rescue only first aid.

Keeping a cool head in such a situation is a rehearsed behavior born of long practice. It comes of knowing that panic and anxiety will not solve the problem and that heightened awareness the anxiety brings can be channeled into solving the problem and surviving.

And that there will be plenty of time to become a blubbering mass of broken nerves and tears once I'm safe and secure.

I hold so much praise for you that I'll die saying it because it'll take my entire life o.O; Seriously. I would NOT have handled that situation well. I'm the type to panic within seconds, especially when pain and/or blood and/or generally injuries and health are involved. And I never heard that elevator bit, but I'm weak, so I'd probably have failed at that too. Seriously. You're amazing that you handled it so freaking well- I don't care if you were a blubbering mass of broken nerves and tears afterward (okay, I sorta care. I'd give you a big hug at that point xD), you are amazing that you weren't one from the get go and stayed calm. It's amazing and awesome to me. You now have an admirer.

Are you Batman?!

i lived as an illegal alien for one year on the US, then returned to Mexico under my own will. That counts as an adventure, right?

Seriously, that sounds tough o.O; But yeah, sounds adventure worthy to me. :)

Though it wasn't an adventure, ironically relating aliens, my father once filled out the US census forms for myself and I and did something really, really weird. The area where it asks if you're white, black, hispanic and what-have-you? There's a box for 'other' so he filled that in, and on the line wrote "extra terrestrial". So even the US government knows we're from Pluto. Sort of. <- No one ever complained about it. I was expecting a response xD