This is Chapter 3 of a series I started a while back, where I tell a story from my childhood and find similarities to who I am today.
You know by now that I used to…fine, I still am, but not as much…be a hyper girl. I kept myself busy, recited poetry in front of relatives, teased my sister, and of course played pranks on others. I wasn’t a mean prankster or anything, I meant no harm, I just wanted to tease.
I did the prank calls, scared my friends, the coin on the ground prank, etc. One that I will never forget is the gum prank I played on my older cousin. I filled gum with non-toxic (because that somehow makes it less evil) ink and brought it with me to his house. He was my target, because he used to tease me, and I wanted him to get a taste of his own medicine (remember, I was young). I offered him gum, but I told him not to swallow the juice — see? I wasn’t that bad — and he took the gum.
Soon after his sister and I started laughing, his mouth was covered in blue ink. He knew something wasn’t right, so he ran to the nearest mirror. He screamed and yelled for my uncle to come. I knew I was going to get in trouble. My uncle tried not to laugh when he saw him, and you won’t believe what he said, “Suck it up! It’s just a prank.” I was speechless, he was okay with it? Well, not entirely, he did told me not to do it again, but he heard of the prank and knew it wasn’t dangerous. I was content that my prank actually worked, and my cousin didn’t forgive me for a while, but we moved on.
Today, I still play pranks, but they’re pretty harmless. I like to prank my best friend into thinking her phone network is messed up, by sending her the same text message 20 times in a row. Sometimes, I even play pranks without even noticing. She loves monkeys like I love penguins (probably why we get along so well), and she has one on her room ceiling, just hanging around (I did not notice for a long time). One day we were on her computer and while I was waiting for her to finish, I looked up and saw the monkey, I literally screamed so loud that my friend thought I was dying. No joke. I laughed so hard after. It’s like I play pranks without even trying :p
And this is me throwing a performance :p
❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤
Happy Sunday! I hope it was a wonderful day! Today’s post is short, but I must share what I dreamed about today. Have you ever had one of those hilarious dreams where you are part of a musical?
I took a nap today (it’s becoming a Sunday ritual) and for some reason I dreamed I was making fresh pasta with friends, while dancing to ‘Greased Lightning” (Grease the musical/film in case you didn’t know). We’re talking major plot evolution throughout the dream. I was in the kitchen with friends preparing spaghetti from scratch…and let’s pause right there. I present to you Insanity Alert Numéro Un (practising my French): My friends and I preparing a meal from scratch would be an extremely rare occurrence in the life of Ellie, because our schedules rarely coincide. So, let’s move on.
I decided to turn on the music and for reasons I don’t want to know, I played the song ‘Greased Lightning.’ It just spun out of control from there; the pots flew, my friends and I jumped and danced on tables, and I sprinkled flour on a spinning wheel– do not ask me how we brought a spinning wheel in the kitchen, Sleeping Beauty syndrome? I mean, okay, I confess. I would do this in real life (except for the spinning wheel).
At that point, I was laughing in my sleep. I honestly realized I was dreaming and almost woke up, but I went right back to sleep. As soon as I did, I dreamed of my friend rolling out the freshly-made pasta, and my, oh my! The abundance of pasta was so incredible that I picked up strings of pasta, and dragged them on the flour-covered spinning wheel. What…the…HECK? Then, I woke up –because dreams love cliffhangers.
The most hilarious and bizarre dream I’ve had in a while –and that’s coming from me. I don’t know why the song played in my dreams; I haven’t seen the movie in a long time nor was I thinking of it at all. My brain has a twisted sense of humour, eh? Have YOU ever had these dreams?
Have an awesome week everyone! Remember, if you survive Monday, you can survive anything! And after Monday, only 4 days until the next weekend!
❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤
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