It was a bitterly cold morning in Provo, Utah, and I rushed out the door, late for my 8:00 a.m. class. I ran down to the parking garage below my building and realized that going to class was not a realistic goal, because my car looked like this:
No graffiti could be more painful to a single Mormon girl the week before her 22nd birthday. I knew that the perpetrators must be punished and I started to plan. My roommate called this really attractive guy from her class and I started cooking. As many of you know, my domestic skills are questionable, so I had a head start. I quickly emptied almost a complete container of salt in my quest to make the most disgusting food of all time. I even had tater tots floating in jello. Our heartthrob went over to my friend's apartment and they introduced themselves as new neighbors who wanted to get to know girls in the complex. The girls didn't suspect a thing and excitedly let them in. As expected, the food was not a big hit, but they continued eating it, lest they hurt their new friends' feelings. One of the girls later told me, "I was feeling so sorry for them, because I figured that they always ate food like that." They finally made it to dessert, and when they looked at the cake they realized that I had punk'd them (I can't remember what I wrote on it, help me out girls). Although their digestion was a little off, no permanent damage was done.
The next week, on my birthday, I was innocently eating lunch at Chili's with my sister, Jr., and my phone rang. I didn't recognize the number, so I shot it to voice mail. When I retrieved the message my face fell as I heard the voice of the scariest professor in the Spanish department, "Isabel." She was monologuing me about my research on her hometown and I had no idea why. She even included several helpful websites for research. I appreciated the gesture, but was unable to forget the time that she cornered my tough as nails friend on campus and made her cry. I couldn't believe that my voice mail had been violated by such a character. I quickly got to the bottom of it and found out that my friend had called freaky professors that I hated, saying that she was me, and asked for research ideas on their pet topics. Happy Birthday to me.
So, Happy April Fools Day! Does anyone else have any good prank stories?
Lame to post my own blog, but Alex did a hilarious one to a co-worker last year.
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My favorite is one April Fools when my roommate Jenilyn came out of her bedroom holding a chunk of her hair in her hand, and saying, "Guys this really isn't funny at all." She made us think that for April Fools one of the roommates had cut a huge chunk of her hair while she slept. We were all really concerned and suspicious of each other all day. I felt awful that one of our roommates had played such a cruel prank, until that evening she revealed that she had done it herself, and had a haircut scheduled soon thereafter. She got us good.
ReplyDeleteYesterday a boy came to our apt after my roommate/cousin Angela got home after having her last interview with the Bishop before turning in her mission papers. He pretended to ask her for dating advice until he told her that she was the girl he was interested, he felt good about her and asked her not to go on her mission. She told him he was crazy and he pulled out the scheduled plan he had made for how things could work so that they could fall in love by the end of next week... he left after kissing her cheek good bye and she came back all weirded out wondering how he had ever fallen for her when she had talked to him once a few months ago... finally after an hour he sent her a text saying "I miss you" and then came over (which freaked her out) and then told her it was an April Fool's joke and he had tape-recorded the whole thing... I'm glad he's not really a creeper... hahaha it was a funny night.
ReplyDeleteThe cake said, "With love from No Way Dad." And for the record I took two bites of the food and didn't eat any more. My more kind hearted roommates though did clean their plates. I don't remember the attractive hearthrob. I just remember the creepy weird guy who kept hitting on me while I wondered why we had let strangers into our apartment. Ah, Provo.
ReplyDeleteUgh, my tongue STILL shudders when I think about that nasty, salty pasta. But decorating your car was just too much fun. :0)
ReplyDeleteNow for April Fool's I just send out "I'm pregnant" texts to all my lovers. (Kidding. Sheesh.)
Here's my prank story. It's decent.
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