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Everybody does stupid things every once in a while, but I seem to do something really dumb just about every day... Here's an account of the stupid things that I do on a somewhat daily basis.
3/6/02
Well, its another day of doing stupid things... This time i find myself at Aldi's doing a little grocery shopping. so chris and i just finished shopping and loading up the car, but at Aldi's you have to take the cart back so you can get your quarter back(because ya know, quarters are soooo important.) so i take the cart back, like i do every time, and i start walking back to the car, which is on its way over to pick me up. so jokingly, i run out in front of it knowing that it will of course... stop. but much to my dismay it does not. which, i cant entirely blame getting hit by my brother on my brother, because its not like i stopped running or anything... so i do a beautiful tuck and roll over the hood and land on my feet on the other side. it really was amazing. i turned just in time to see the shocked look on a woman's face just before i got in the car and we drove away...
Old stupid stories:
2/29/02: Well... Tommy and I decided that we were sick of just sitting around all the time, so we went outside to play frisbee. It was actually pretty fun. Then, Chris even came out to play with us, it was great. We were running around, throwing it here and there, surprisingly energetic. Then it goes in a tree.... We really shoulda seen that coming. So I decided to try and climb the tree, but couldn't get anywhere (just hurt my balls.) So Tommy tries to climb the tree without any luck. Oh look, a basketball, let's try to throw it up there and hit it down. Well, we tried that for a while but still couldn't get that damn frisbee down. So I say, "Hey! Why don't we just get a ladder?!" So Tommy goes and gets the ladder but says, "I don't think that branch will hold me..." and i reply, "That's ok, if it breaks we'll at least have the frisbee... either that or we'll send you back up to get it..." So we get the ladder up there, but still don't have it in the right position. Then i got a great idea. I said, "Hey, I've got a great idea!" We took the ladder and just lifted it up, snagging the frisbee with the end... Wow, if only we'd have thought of that earlier. Then we stopped playing frisbee...

2/26/02: Upon returning from K-Mart, I decided it would be a good idea to fill my Zippo lighter with the butane that I purchased earlier. Well, it seems that I've bought the wrong kind of butane... I think I'll try to use it anyway. So I take my lighter apart and stick the end of the nozzle down into the cotton and press down. I have no idea how much butane this little lighter here takes, so i just keep on pressing... Oops, I seem to have done something wrong. The case grows cold and i wonder, "How did that happen?" I thought I felt something spray out, but I can't seem to find anything on my arms to wipe on my pants to get it off... So I assume that the lighter is full and ready to use. I think I'll try it out and see if this butane worked in my lighter. ((Tchick!)) nothing... ((Tchick!! Tchick!)) nothing... ((Tchick!)) ((FWOOOOSH!!)) Oh dear, I seem to have caught on fire... Drop the lighter(still flaming), put myself out, BLOW! BLOW! BLOW! Ahhh... it's out. Well, now I have no hair on the bottom parts of my arms and i seem to have singed my pants and the rug.... My lighter still doesn't work.

2/25/02:
I find myself in my Commercial Art class working on an independant project... My good buddy Adam pulls out a bullet attached to his necklace. "Hey Tim, do you think Ms. Craemer would like this?" he says. I respond, "YEAH, IN THE BACK OF HER SKULL!!" I was obviously stressed out at the time. My answer short and harsh... I say, "Yeah, that was kinda harsh, but I've really been pissed off at her lately..." As I turn to look around the room and catch a glimpse of who other than Ms. Craemer walking past to cut some mats... Well, don't I feel like an ASS. It has come to my attention that you can be expelled for threatening a teacher's life. Luckily, she either didn't hear what I said or DID HEAR WHAT I SAID and chose not to say anything to me. From the look on her face while she was cutting mats for the upcoming art show that I plan on being in, I think she heard me... Needless to say, I've learned to look around the room before I say something about someone that I don't think they would like to hear.