The Morning of Unfortunate Events

I apologize for the long delay in this new episode in my blog, but alas, the gaming skin is hard to shed, especially when you hang out with a bunch of other gamers. But I have cut back I’d say a good 50% on my gaming time compared to my olden days, so I’d say I’m making decent progress. Though whether or not I want to quit completely or just leave it where it is at this lower margin, we’ll see. And seeing as how my polling scarce polling last night was not sufficient, and I’m writing a new blog now, I’ll put my poll right here.

What makes my stories interesting? I know I have a unique writing style that makes it interesting to read, but topic-wise, what is the most appealing topic? Stories of my past “romantic” flings (though there are basically no more of those as the gas mask has expelled all the numerous possibilities given my extremely, ridiculously, handsome physique =P)? Or stories of just random funny days? If both are interesting, then I guess the only remedy is if I live a more exciting life…

But enough with the future, we’ll move back into the present and commence with my story…

Yet again we meet Dalziel being his sleepy adolescent self, rolling out of bed to the petulant sound of his 10 minute auto-snooze cell phone. This 10 minute auto-snooze feature would prove itself to be a terrible “feature”. The previous night had been a particularly eventful night as Dalziel’s whole family was together for the first time in a long time as both of his brother’s had returned home from college, but alas, this unity could not last. Northrop was headed off to Korea the next morning at 5 A.M. to spend time with his girl friend =O. So although Dalziel was not directly speaking to either of his brothers, he felt the need to stay up as a means to acknowledge the fact that he would not be seeing his brother again for another month. Or he was just using that as an excuse to stay up late…

So that very morning, Dalziel’s parents were leaving early also to send off Northrop to the airport so they would not be home when Dalziel awoke to relentless sounding of his 10 minute auto-snooze super feature cell phone.

*insert “Energize.mid”* “oh crap 53! Dang it! I’m gonna miss my bus” Those were the 1^st thoughts running through Dalziel’s mind on that one fateful morning. He sprung out of bed like a fully-loaded air soft spring, ran to the bathroom while taking off his PJs, washed his face and combed his crazy morning hair, all done while taking off his PJs to save time, ran back into his room, shoved his still sounding 10 minute auto-snooze feature phone into pocket of his back pack, got dressed, grabbed his iPod off its docking bay, and ran out the door sprinting full speed [under the beaming rays of the sun after a flying piece of plastic] (limited inside joke).

So Dalziel reached the bus stop and the normals were not there, but luckily, Dalziel lived on a large hill and the bus would have to come back down the hill in order to get to school and thus, Dalziel often boarded the bus while it was descending the hill. Dalziel took this morning to be just another morning where he would be doing just that, boarding the bus while it was heading towards the school down the hill, but as Dalziel inserted the headphones into his welcoming ears, Bus 23 pull up the hill…

“The hell? I ride bus 14? What’s bus 23 doing here?” pondered Dalziel as the bus turned into his neighborhood. “OH HOLY CRAP! INTO THE NEIGHBORHOOD MEANS ELEMENTARY SCHOOL KIDS! WHICH MEANS IT’S…” Dalziel whipped his left arm out of his back pack straps, swung his frayed, green L.L. Bean backpack around his body opened the pocket where the 10 minute auto-snooze feature phone lay awaiting it’s demise…

7:55

“No freaking way… one hour late…” Dalziel sprinted full speed back to his house, punched in the garage code to open the door back up, ran upstairs with Ladridia hot on his heels barking her furry little head off, grabbed his wallet with his license in it, and jump down the last 8 steps of the stairs, grabbed the keys out of their basket by the door, and jumped into the car. He deftly whipped out his cell phone while starting the engine and dialed his dad’s office so he would know that he was driving to school. No answer so Dalziel left a simple message as he backed out of his drive way going 20. Dalziel floored the acceleration for the 3^rd time in his short driving career and reached the school in half the time than usual, the one set back was that the junior’s parking lot relatively near the school was completely full so Dalziel drove up the hill only to see that that parking lot was also full. The last option was the K-Mart about half a mile away from the school.

Dalziel pulled into the parking lot and could not find a spot on the small lot closest to the school so he went down the hill and parked in the back corner of the dreaded “lower K-Mart”. The place where the lowest of the low’s of those who drove to school parked. By this time, Dalziel had calmed down considerably and he slowly waltzed the half mile to school and walked to his locker where he disposed of his belongings and walked to the front office to get his tardy slip, this one fateful day would be on Dalziel’s record forever. This was the only tardy/absence Dalziel had received thus far into his junior year at high school… to make matters even worse, the late slip lady informed Dalziel that if he did not want a truancy from his class, he would have to bring in a note, but to this day, 7 days later, Dalziel has still not handed in a note but he has also not received a truancy note. Dalziel hopes that this matter will clear itself out, but he highly doubts it…

Now remember, leave a comment, answer the questions in the poll that was horribly placed at the beginning of this wonderful story. Thank you.

One last thing before I go. AFTER, I repeat AFTER you fulfill the poll, read this. It may be a bit “racy” for those younger readers, but I do say, it is the best thing I had read in a long time.

Riddle #1

New type of writing in testing, I will write stories from the perspective of some random noun and you, the readers will have to guess what it is! 1^st person to guess correctly will receive something from me. As of now, that something will be a hug? Maybe a quarter? Or maybe… you won’t get anything but the satisfaction of winning… you’ll have to wait and see! Answers can be accepted either via AIM or Comments. That way I have a way of telling from the timestamps I receive.

The small clatter and thump of Rogelio’s head onto the glass surface of the curved precipice awoke himself and his numerous companions. Last they knew they were sleeping soundly in the dark pouch of their cave, but this new environment didn’t look too bad. It was well lit and the floor was extremely smooth. Then before they knew it, Rogelio and his companions were being drowned alive! There was a strange whitish substance that came pouring out of a huge gaping hole that appeared out of nowhere! The waterfall of this white liquid seemed to be eating his companions alive as with each contact, there was a loud CRACKLE/POP. Rogelio tried to run away, but he could not. He and his friends were packed in like sardines in a can. He had no choice but to accept his grisly fate to be consumed and melted by the strange liquid.

He closed his non-existent eyes and gritted his non-existent teeth as he braced himself for the gigantic wave of the substance. To his surprise, the cracks he felt ripping through his body did not kill him, all they did was scare the living daylights out of him as he could not control the gases escaping his body. It was as if he had eaten a LOT of beans and kept releasing explosive farts the ripped through the air and created a small gun-shot explosion.

So Rogelio just sat back and tried to imagine that he was swimming in the ocean and tried to tune out the explosive CRACKS coming from his and his friends’ bodies. But then suddenly a strange silvery UFO attached to a stick hovered into his vision and started descending rapidly. He tried to franticly swim away from the offending object as it dipped under the surface of his new ocean and began lifting his friends up and away.

Rogelio successfully evaded the first couple of dips, but on the 6^th dip… his luck ran out. He was abducted along with 20 of his friends and they all went cracking and screaming into the gigantic cave that the UFO was taking all of his friends. The mouth of the cave was lined with squarish stalactites and stalagmites that were lined up perfectly, but inside the cave, it was symmetrically and evenly smoothed over with tiny bumps lining the floor.

Rogelio thought he was safe, but soon the opening of the cave began to close out the daylight and he could no longer see his surroundings. To make matters even worse, the floor started moving and pushing him towards the now moving stalactites and stalagmites! They were so perfectly aligned that there was virtually no room between them as the cave started moving around. Rogelio’s fate was sealed, he was crushed by the vicious stalactite/stalagmite combo and pushed down the waterfall in the back of the cave where he would sit and rot until the fishes came to eat him bloated corpse…

What is Rogelio?

What Can I Say? The oddities revolt!

Yeah, I’m sorry to say, but the previous idea submission was not flowing with me. I’m terribly sorry to say that I cannot bring myself to write off of something else. As of now I think the only things I can have fun and be involved while writing about is something I think up myself. =\ No hard feelings.

So more fiction to come, or maybe it isn’t fiction… decide that for yourself, this story I’m sure could go either way.

THWACK! “THE HELL ARE YOU DOING SLEEPING IN MY CLASS?” Dalziel awoke with a start and also a size 13 shoe-shaped mark on his face.

“SINE, COSINE, TANGENT!” shouted he with the shoe protruding out of his forehead.

“Oh, very good, you WERE paying attention. Now we can get on with class, but seriously? What would you do if I started sleeping during class, here let’s try now… … … … … … … … … … Not very productive huh?” Dalziel’s math teacher was going insane, he had always told stories of beating the crap out of “day dreamers”, but he never suspected that the left shoe of justice would rain down on his unsuspecting body, let alone his beautiful face. He was sure that the mark left from the shoe would be felt and seen for the next few days. What would he say to his mom? He couldn’t tell her what actually happened because Mr. Noeth would get fired and no one would want that. Noeth was the most epic teacher in the history of his school. Getting him fired would not look good and there would probably be more shoes of smaller sizes flying in his direction if he reported this horrific incident.

Dalziel attentively took notes for the rest of the period, but he was well aware of the many wide-eyed stares he was getting, or rather, the shoe-shaped mark on his face was getting. After class ended, Dalziel packed up his belongings and walked out the door caressing his now-scarred face.

“Dude, how’d that feel?” asked Gamaliel

“Meh, not too bad, just a bit sore, I guess I’m kind of in shock right now. He always tells stories, but I never thought he’d follow through with those insane plans. I mean honestly, why didn’t he just get me a cup of coffee or something. A freaking shoe to the face? Who does that?”

“Mr. Noeth does that, obviously. Pffft. And you’re in Honors trig and you can’t make that simple deductive reasoning? Downs much?”

“… no you…” was Dalziel’s curt reply as he split into another hall ready to attend Spanish Class. Heading into Spanish class his teacher quickly noticed the strange demarcation that covered the majority of Dalziel’s once handsome face.

“Qué pasó Dalziel?”

“Nada, nada, solo mi incapaz de andar.” So in his five minute walk to Spanish class, Dalziel had devised an ingenious plan to deal with the now-bluish mark on his face. He would claim that he was walking around outside to cut through the traffic of the over-crowded halls, not paying attention to where he was walking, and he fell over and unfortunately there was someone running to catch a football and he stepped on Dalziel’s face, hard. At this point, Dalziel was falling asleep again, probably from the slight concussion he felt coming on with the violent shoe to the face experience.

THWACK! “DALZIEL, ESTÁS DORMIENDO EN MI CLASE? NADA DE ESO!” Dalziel couldn’t take it anymore; he had had enough this with his ridiculous teachers. Two shoes to the face in one day were enough to drive him over the edge. He reached into backpack for this “special” friend whom he brought to him everyday just for days like this… slowly he pulled out his iPod, plugged in, and zoned out. After achieving the Zen he needed to fall asleep, he awoke with a start to the “Energize.midi” of his cellphone…

“The hell kind of dream was that?” thought Dalziel until he felt an odd aching pain that seemed to cover his whole adolescent, acne-scarred face that was the complete opposite of the one in his dreams… but only to some extent…

Trailer / Spoiler

Alright, so I promised something on Saturday, but since I forgot I had Iron Sharpens Iron today, I actually had less time than I thought to do random stuff on Saturday. So this will be a small window into the story that will be coming up, say the 1^st paragraph or so. Iron Sharpens Iron was pretty cool though, bunch of guys just coming together in Christ, cool to witness, good workshops, the usual conferencey type feeling. We’ll see if I put any of it to use.

Disclaimer: fiction follows this line.

Dalziel was excited that someone new was coming this visit his neighborhood. He lived in the neighborhood with not many people around save his two brothers and his best friend. Everyone else was a very elderly and did not ever leave the house as if the light of day would scar their skin forever. At this point in time, Dalziel’s mother was feeling contrary to how she normally felt. Instead of pulling Dalziel away from girls, she was feeling a need to quickly get Dalziel and his brothers married and out of the house. Despite this fact, Dalziel’s father was feeling similar to the typical Mrs. Dalziel.

The coming of this new guest was so big that even the people from the nearby neighborhoods were gathering together in Dalziel’s small section of the world and were getting ready with all their best clothing. They were planning on having the biggest block party Dalziel’s neighborhood would probably ever see. Everyone was excited especially since it seemed as though in Dalziel’s neighborhood and the surrounding ones, there were only guys. In other words, this guest visitor would be bringing in outside people that would change the “sausage fest” atmosphere that constantly surrounded Dalziel.

Apologies

Dear readers,

I am sorry to inform you, that my posts will probably be not as frequent as I had hoped, or at least not as frequent until school winds down, I recover from my sickness, and/or Frisbee games/practices stop being so intensely awesome. On a lighter note, I have had my first idea submission via AIM, so I do have something I can write about. I am pretty sure that the populace that reads my blog will find the topic very “juicy”, but due to reader discretion, I cannot reveal the idea. I hope this will not keep you up late at night, but if it does, you can always try and find out who submitted the idea and ask them, or you can just wait until I start writing it, probably Saturday. But until next post, I bid you… good eats! …errr… good night!

Love,

Dave Sun

Randomness

Today is the day, where I am flat out of ideas, and therefore I will just start writing random crap in a story format, whether it be true or not, you can decide that for yourself. But remember if you EVER, I come up with an idea that may POSSIBLY be interesting in ANYWAY, please do comment and tell me. Or talk to me on AIM/vent if that’s how you swing.

Dalziel awoke yet again to the sound of his cool cell phone alarm that actually isn’t very cool. He rolled out of bed onto Ladridia who was whining to be let out into the back yard so she could pee out all those warm yellow liquids inside of her bladder and then be fed after. But of course Dalziel being as sleepy as he was and needing to complete his morning chores, Ladridia’s whining was ignored as the warm yellow liquids inside Dalziel’s own body yearned to be released into the wonderful world of the septic tank just as Ladridia’s own liquids yearned to mix in with the bacteria living and re-spawning in the dirt.

So the warm yellow liquids got their wish, and the bacteria lining Dalziel’s tongue and teeth got what they deserved. After a night of eating away and causing bad breath inside the warm, moist environment of Dalziel’s mouth, they needed to be stabbed to death by the one hundred or so sharp plastic bristles of Dalziel’s tooth brush which were coated with the poison of Sodium Fluoride. After all the living organisms inside Dalziel’s bacteria infested body that needed to be dealt with were dealt with, he ran down the stairs and then, and only then, did the last organism make its cry. His stomach was amazingly empty, but since he was only half-awake, its cry was not yet strong enough to fully awaken the hunger factor to its full potential. Dalziel knew this fact well, so well that as he grabbed his one piece of buttered toast, he also grabbed a hand full of snacks which he would consume/inhale during 2^nd period.

So Dalziel’s school day happened with no occurrence, but after the school day was over, he had Frisbee practice.

This was one thing that Dalziel looked forward to. Even though he was on the B team, he was the glory player of the B team. He was known as the agile “Tiger-Ninja Man” to his coach, but to his fellow team mates he was “Sun-Sun” and “Chickadee-China”. But really, he was not often called “Chickadee-China”, this only resonated its voluptuous sound waves when this one certain Bertram “Broface” was feeling playful.

He was the “Tiger-Ninja Man” to his coach because during games he would often sprint down towards the flying disc, leap gracefully into the air and pounce on the disc slamming it into the floor where it belonged when thrown by an opposing team. Dalziel did this often enough, but only because he was on the B team, he was sure that in the higher leveled play of which Dalziel would some day reach, the disc would not be so kind as to float so slowly through the air for Dalziel to swat.

So Dalziel finished Frisbee practice uneventfully, but tired as usual. Life goes on Obla Di Obla Da.

Extremely short post in comparison to the others, but I ran out of ideas and couldn’t think of any good made-up stories worth my time and I also got home at like 7 today, but enjoy what’s there.

First Dance

I thought of one good last memoir type writing, and then I think I’ll writing pure fiction from here on out. But not to worry, I’ll still write memoir type entries whenever anything exciting happens in my life. Oh but wait… that means I won’t be writing anymore memoir type entries… =( We’ll see how my life goes. Play it day by day here Dalz….Dave…

For this story, we delve back into Dalziel younger days. No longer is he in high school pumping out the calculus and AP chem, but he is now back in junior high, living out his naïve little life to his hearts content.

It was almost summertime and Dalziel had no plans out what he was going to do with his long free time. So his mother talked to all the other Asian mothers, and tried to find some good camps for Dalziel to attend. Her search was well rewarded when this popular camp was referred by the other Asian mothers, New England Chinese Summer Youth Camp, which is now to be referred to as simply, camp.

So upon hearing this deliciously long name, Dalziel was filled with dread, “Chinese camp? What do you do? Sit in a classroom and learn Chinese all day? Hell no. I’m not going to any Chinese camp.” But after he conferred with the children of the mothers his mother had talked to, his fears were completely dispelled as they all seemed to enjoy it very much and this year would be their 3^rd year attending.

So Dalziel gladly decided that he would attend this so-called Chinese camp. When he arrived he met up with his group, all kids around his age, and he was surprised to meet his friend Jagjit. From this point on Dalziel spent his time hanging out with his group and Jagjit. He attended the classes which they had been assigned, having fun in every single one of them. And to his surprise, they were speaking very little Mandarin if any at all. This was the single greatest camp experience Dalziel had ever had!

Not only was Dalziel surrounded by other fellow Asians, but he was also surrounded by fellow female Asians as well! Now that his mom was not around to keep the “anthrax” away, Dalziel could mingle and flirt to his hearts content. His 7^th grade hormone were running wild and he quickly became close friends with every member of his camp group, everyone, not just the men, he became friend with all the females as well.

Dalziel felt as if he had finally experienced the joys of being with girls, but he was not yet ready for the thrills he was yet to experience. On the last night of the week long camp, Dalziel found himself for the 1^st time, sitting in Jagjit’s room, applying wax liberally into his hair attempting to mold his hair into the perfect shape. He was preparing himself for the end of the week dance! No matter how nervous Dalziel was, he was excited to attend such a glamorous event as he had spent all week bonding with his fellow group members, but now he could chill with some of them in a “club” environment.

The dance was everything and Dalziel had expected and more, blaring music, flashing lights, and pretty girls. The night continued on, and Dalziel kept to his circle of guys rhythmically bending their knees and bobbing their heads to the music. But lo and behold, a slow song was bound to appear on the scene, and as it did, a low sounding groan echoed across the room as the populace of the dance floor cleared off to the sides to make room for the minimal couples.

Dalziel was unfazed by the slow song as he expected that no one would ask him to dance, but being as inexperienced as he was, he did not know how extremely, extremely, ridiculously good looking he was, and he was unaware of how all the ladies went crazy over his hot bod and cute face.

Being who he was, Dalziel stood nonchalantly staring into the abyss and was extremely surprised when he saw a girl he did not know walk up to him and say, “Hi, I’m Marissa, I think you’re cute. Wanna dance?”

Dalziel, scared out of his mind, but too hormonally driven to deny such and opportunity, slipped out a quiet, “Sure…” As the song commenced, Dalziel did not know what to do, but as he was following this Marissa girl out into the dance floor, he glanced around and saw what the other meager dancers on the dance floor were doing and got an idea of what he was supposed to do. He awkwardly grabbed onto Marissa’s waist and held his arms at a 120 degree angle and slowly swayed back and forth to the music. One thing Dalziel did not catch from his quick observation was where the dancers’ eyes were placed. He had no idea where he was supposed to look, he thought that if had actually knew who this Marissa girl was, he would be looking at her, but since he did not know her, he would glance around at the other dancing couples, glance at Marissa, who also seemed to be in the same dilemma as Dalziel, and then quickly glance away at another dancing couple.

After what seemed like an endless swaying back and forth, the song finally came to an end and Marissa said, “Was that your first dance?”

“Yeah…?”

“Wow! You’re pretty good at dancing!”

“Thanks.”

“Okay bye, cutie!”

“Bye…” Dalziel slowly shifted back into his normal crowd and the night continued on and Dalziel danced with a few more girls before the night was over. At the end of the night, Dalziel feet were killing him from four straight hours of standing, occasional dances, and knee bends. He was content with his life at the moment as he had finally had his 1^st dance, not to mention the other four or five he had participated in. Dalziel would never forget this dance nor would he forget the wonderful times he had had at NECYSC. He was determined that he would return the next year, and that he did.

Year after year, Dalziel tried to attend this camp again, but finally after three years of attending, Dalziel’s mother finally realized why he loved this camp so much: he was free to interact with all the girls he wished because she was not there to keep him under her enormous gas mask and away from the girls who emitted the deadly toxins.

To this day, Dalziel has still not returned back to the wonderland of NECYSC, but he has grown up and his mom has finally realized that her gas mask no longer applies to Dalziel as he has outgrown it and she no longer keeps him away from girls. For that Dalziel is glad.

Eventfulnessless

Guys, I was serious about my running out of ideas. If you wish to see a post up everyday, as I know many of you do and I thank you for your continued interest in my writing, SUBMIT IDEAS SO I HAVE STUFF TO WRITE ABOUT!

So, before I continue with my LAST idea, I must insert this disclaimer to ease the minds of my readers…

Disclaimer: The following day did not actually happen, but it is a compilation of many snippets of days to make one big exciting day.

Now that business is taken care of, I can commence the writing!

Dalziel slowly climbed out of bed as his cell-phone alarm clock relentlessly played its “Energize” song over and over again in endless loops. He slowly turned the alarm off, headed off to the bathroom where he brushed his teeth, a habit which he had just only started a few months earlier as mentioned in the previous post. So, yes, Dalziel was actually brushing his teeth, now to skip other random boring details, he got on the bus after a small sprint as he rounded the corner to see his bus just pulling up.

So Dalziel entered school that morning, tired as always, but he was confident in his sneakiness that he would be able to sleep through his 1^st two boring and unimportant classes. During history, gladly they were watching a movie, but Dalziel’s seat placement was horrible to find a good position to sleep in. He was in the 2^nd row right in front of the teacher’s desk so he could not find the right angle in which he could position himself to hide from the teacher and sleep peacefully. Eventually, he slowly edged his desk over at a slight angle so he could place his head onto his desk and still be perfectly behind the student in the 1^st row. Dalziel was pleased with his ninja-ness and quickly fell asleep to the low droning of the boring black and white history movie.

As time passed on and Dalziel continued sleeping, he was unaware that the teacher had noticed that his hair had disappeared from his vision. Obviously since Dalziel was sleeping, he could not hear the teacher slowly walk up and sit on the side of the classroom from where he could survey the whole class. And since Dalziel sat in the 1^st column of chairs right in front of the teacher’s desk, he was in plain sight of the teacher who sat there quietly observing Dalziel’s back rise and fall rhythmically as he was fast asleep.

Then all of a sudden as if Dalziel had just been hit with a quick-attack from Pikachu, he snapped upright and rubbed the sleep away from his eyes. Then he noticed a presence behind him that was shaking, he turned around and saw his teacher sitting on the side of the room from where he could see everything and from where he had obviously seen Dalziel sleeping his class away. His teacher was stifling a chuckle, a stifled chuckle that scared the living crap out of Dalziel, he was sure his old crafty (<=someone notice the slight allusion) teacher had something horrible in store for him, but tried to hide his fear.

Then to his horror, his teacher walked back to the VCR and paused the video. With this break in class, Dalziel was sure that his teacher would do something horrid, but nothing happened except the ringing of the bell. Dalziel was saved, but as he left the room he glanced at his teacher who was chuckling to himself and looking at Dalziel with a slight glare in his eyes. Dalziel quickly walked out of his horrid history classroom and headed over to his statistics class which he thoroughly enjoyed.

His statistics teacher was a hilarious, bald man. And to accentuate his bald head, Dalziel was sure that his teacher waxed it carefully every morning. As Dalziel took his seat next to Alcaeus, his teacher walked in carrying his normal “Wisconsin” mug full of coffee, it seemed like every other day, but Dalziel was in for a surprise; a surprise much more shocking than that of his history teacher sneaking up on his sleeping body…

Okay I lied; there was no amazing surprise in Dalziel’s statistics class, but seriously. This is what happens when I run out of ideas guys. It’s boring for you to read, and slightly frustrating for me to write, but I will try to continue to in the life of Dalziel with basically no plot for your entertainment.

So the day went on, Dalziel went to Chem class, went through with the lab with the normal random discussions. Gamaliel whipped out his infamous “Ssswhhsshhhssss”s at every turn, and laughed hysterically at every single one no matter how extremely unfitting they were. For example, Tallara said, “What’s wrong with this salt?” (no she really didn’t , but I know you get it), and Gamaliel responds with a hearty, “SSSWHHSSHHHSSS! AHAHAHAHAHA LOLOLOLOLOLOL!oneone!!11!eleven!!1!!”. At this point, the rest of the lab bench just sat there watching Gamaliel laugh his silly little head off at what he thought was his own ingenuity, but really the lab bench was in awe at how hard Gamaliel tried to pull off “sswhhshhss’s” at every turn even when they don’t work.

Now we skip math class because there is no way for me to articulate the hilarious chaos that happens in Noethre’s class.

So onto Spanish. No matter how funny Sr. Davalengle was, when he got to actual class, he was boring to no end, so Dalziel often slept in his class as well. Dalziel had gone through Spanish class sleeping in plain sight many times before without incident and Sr. Davalengle seemed not to care and always seemed to only call on Dalziel while he was conscious. But this day was different, inside Sr. Davalengle’s hilarious little mind, he had developed the perfect plan to surprise Dalziel and crack a joke at the same time!

As the class went over the exercise together, Dalziel slowly drifted off, but Sr. Davalengle waited until he was sure Dalziel was fast asleep, just like Snorlax without a pokéflute on hand. Now when he was sure Dalziel was out like a light, he said, “Dalziel! Número tres, por favor!” (Dalziel! Number 3 please!), but since Dalziel was sleeping, this sound did not register in his brain. Again, Sr. Dalziel reiterated his choice in a respondent to the question, “Dalziel! Number three!” but yet again, Dalziel’s sleeping brain did not hear the sound waves emitted by his teacher. Finally on the third time, Dalziel’s brain registered the sound and sent the message quickly to his eyes to open and respond to the inquiry. He awoke and sleepily said, “Sorry. Lo ciento. Qué número?” To this Sr. Davalengle burst into dance singing, “Ohh, it’s that time of the day, where students sleep in class!” the class erupted in laughter and life went on.

Sorry for the disappointing post guys, but I’m flat out of ideas as of now. So I leave you with a link to techno music.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCV1fv-Ef_w