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Because illogical places are so logical that it’s no longer logical to look at logical places
Friday evening, 1st of February, 2007: We’re about to rearrange my sleeping room, so that it’s easier for me to Wii. But in the midst of the process, my mother and I start arguing, the way mothers and teenagers tend to.
Every Friday evening, we (”we” being Vincentt, the brother inbetween Vincentt and me and my little sister) visit my dad, and every second week, we stay there for the weekend.
The same was supposed to happen that evening, but I – angry as I was – didn’t feel like doing so at all. Don’t ask me why – I was probably being stubborn.
So, my father said he’d pick me up later that evening. But I was being obstinate, and simply went to bed.
Or at least I tried. Turned out, we took my bed apart, as to rearrange my room more easily.
First, I tried making sort of an alternative with a linen on the ground, but it didn’t sleep very well.
Then, I went upstairs, to the attic, where I found my mom’s bed. It’s a double bed, and she’s on her own. So I thought I’d sleep there. I fell asleep, to awake again in the night…
… with a flashlight in my face, Vincentt and brother 2 swearing. They seemed to have lost me.
From what I’ve heard, my window, which was partially broken, was blown open by the heavy wind we had that night – something that’s not supposed to happen, but it was broken after all. My mother entered my bedroom that evening; I was gone, and my window was open. She searched the house, but didn’t find me. She even seems to have been in the room I was sleeping in, but she didn’t see me.
So she called Vincentt and brother 2. Vincentt said he had searched the room I was sleeping – with a flash light. Twice.
But he didn’t find me.
So they called the police, and some of my classmates’ parents.
Then, they found me. Finally. I had slept through it all – my temper seemed to have tired me out.
So, the police and a friend’s parents were sent away, and my father picked me up at last.
I’ve had the best night of sleep I’ve ever had – I slept ’til 1:30 PM.
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And fun it is. Though the first impression might be a little kiddy, I really enjoy(ed) playing Bloons (though that does not mean it’s not kiddy) And yes, it can be pretty frustrating when you’re stuck, and even more frustrating if you just passed a level you’ve been stuck in for hours and then accidentally clear your cookies. But I assume I’m the only one stupid enough to do so.
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And hey, admit it, don’t we all? I’m pretty sure we do. And so was Trevor van Meter. So, he created Fly Guy. It’s better than we’ve dared to dream of, isn’t it?
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And though the color scheme doesn’t really match with all other sites in the Network, nor with my personal preferences, it was either noobish blue or professional grey.
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