My Reputation Preceeds Me - Part 1: The Beginning of My Life of a "Juvenile Delinquent"

Posted by Searching Life at Saturday, March 27, 2010 0 comments
How should I put this? I am known as an adorable sweet and well-behaved kid. Well, according to my family, teachers, classmates, ect. However, any good friend of mine can tell you that because I am generally pretty naive, things have occured in my life that on the surface make me appear to be the total opposite - a delinquent! (If you haven't already figured this out from my previous post in March about my "reverse harem of young children".) They range anywere from being an alcholoic, having a child, and even being sent to a juvenile detention center. In reality NONE of these are actually true; they are merely mishaps, misunderstandings, and total blonde moments.

Unfortunatly, all the stories are rather long. In my opinion, they are rather comical...but I don't have the time to type them all at once. So, I am going to start a little mini series of posts (if you can call in that) on how the juvenile delinquent joke has come to be.

The first occurance happened during the summer quite a few years ago (before freshmen year). Yup, my demise began quite early (I WAS SO YOUNG!)__________________________________________

My Reputation Preceeds Me
Part 1: The Beginning of My Life of a "Juvenile Delinquent"


Summers have never been my favorite time of year. On top of the insane heat in Arizona, my mom would sign me up for the most unheard of summer camps imaginable. Did you know there is even a such thing as “sewing camp”? I do now. At the time, it was an absolute nightmare. Not only was it boring, but I had never been fond of sharp pointy objects. One of the worst things you can do to a person who nearly faints at the sight of a needle is stick them in a room where they are constantly poked with them. And after a week of sheer boredom and bloody finger tips I was fed up. All I wanted was an exciting summer. Was that too much to ask for?

Fortunately, I had the weekend to recuperate. But after that I had to return. On that particular Monday, my mom had to go to work early. So, she asked my grandmother to drive me. Sadly, both of us are directionally challenged. And Mapqwest was absolute genius.

We were almost there when we realized that we had left one of the pages from mapquest behind at the house. Despite the sad truth that I have issues working with a map, my thirteen year old brain believed it could do anything; even get us to reach our destination by sheer memory. I thought I was doing pretty good giving directions. However, with the scenario that followed, I do not ever want to be a backseat driver again.

You would think that the iron gate and sign that said “Authorized Personnel Only” in bold red letters would stand out to me slightly. However, apparently my thirteen – year old brain processed this to mean that the “authorized personnel” were the crazy little children running around with sewing pins. I had been going there for one week already after all. What could possibly go wrong?

But as my grandmother began to pull through the open metal gate I thought to myself, something doesn’t seem quite right. I couldn’t help but notice, as my grandmother turned into the parking lot, that the building seemed a little..."off"... I didn’t remember the windows having iron bars on them (or even the iron gate for that matter). I began to wonder just what kind of re-construction had occurred during the weekend of my absence. It seemed much emptier before. So, I scanned the lawn of dead grass to see if I recognized anyone.

Then I spotted a sign, which to my horror read “Juvenile Detention Center”. A that moment I am pretty sure my brain had shut down and the color left my face. Slowly, I nervously glanced over at my grandmother who sat behind the wheel; hoping she hadn’t seen what I just did. One look at her face and I could tell that it was too late. Was she as disturbed as I was? Of course she wasn’t! She could barely hold in her laughter.

Despite my humiliation, I thought this ordeal was over. But I was wrong. I had forgotten yet another important detail. The sign at the gate had read “Authorized Personnel Only” after all. In fact, it had practically screamed its message. I squirmed nervously as I pondered how to get out of this and erase this chapter of my life entirely from my memory.

Then, ripped out of my world of thought, I saw a dark figure out of the corner of my eye. Grandmother and I were not alone anymore. We had been discovered by none other than the security guard. At the time, I thought my grandmother did the worst thing possible by rolling down the window. This creature that stood outside the metal sanctuary of a car look like he was angry enough to strangle me. He could have too.

And if things couldn’t get any worse, this man that stood before me thought I was a delinquent! Up until that day, I felt lucky that I was, well let’s just say “vertically challenged”; strangers tended to treat me with kindness for the “tiny/cute” factor or something. But that day I realized that my “cute charms” did not work on tall angry security guards. I was in no means prepared to deal with someone who believed me of possessing a criminal record, a tall man with a gun and a tazer no less. I thought to myself Great. Just Great. This is just how I wanted to spend my summer. A big security guard is going to impale me for “trying to break out of a detention center with a senior citizen”. I was appalled when he didn’t seem to buy the story that we were just trying to find the “sewing camp”. Then again, with the metal gate and warning signs everywhere, it wasn’t too surprising.

Luckily, we were able to get the matter resolved eventually. Yet, saying the ordeal was “humiliating” would definitely be an understatement. And explaining why I was late to class made the day even more . . . eventful. I suppose you could say the lesson I learned was to “be careful what you wish for”.

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I actually had to write this for an English assignment. I just though of it as killing two birds with one stone so to speak; I get to write an entry for my blog which I usually don't have time for and in doing so complete my English assignment. My teacher tells me that I have a gift for telling stories. I don't really believe this to be true but I do hope my audience finds some enjoyment in it.

Anyway, that is how it first began. LOL And yes, I do plan on continuing to tell my related stories in this little "series".

No Needles Within my Bubble Please

Posted by Searching Life at Saturday, March 20, 2010 0 comments
One of the things I despise most in this world are needles. The thought of a needle going into someones' skin grosses me out. Yup, I hate darn vaccinations too. Don't get me wrong, it ISN''T that I think it hurts. But the thought of a needle injecting stuff into my arm doesn't sound pleasant.

Here is a horror story that happend a year or two ago. The nurses was SO dumb, she left the needle hanging in my arm just to go through all the different band-aids that would possibly appeal to me. Now you tell me. What would you perfer, getting the needle out and loose ony a few drops of blood, or sit there with this big fat needle just to have the band-aid that is color cordinated to mach your shirt with a cartoon character on it as a perk? (we are talking spongebob cartoon...not anime) Personally, I couldn't give a darn about the band-aid. I shouted at her in my mind saying:
 "Look lady, I don't care at all about *censored* the band-aid. This IS NOT *consored* acupuncture. Now can you just take this *censored* needle out of my arm so I won't have to?" *sigh*

I mean, if they had cool Ouran High School Host Club band-aids (preferably with Tamaki or the Hitachin twins on them), I couldn't complain...

What a Good Day for Pi

Posted by Searching Life at Sunday, March 14, 2010 0 comments
Happy pi day peoples! 3/14.... 3.14 get it? Ok nevermind. Check this out

http://www.joyofpi.com/pi.html

LOL Anyway, at our school, the geometry class celebrates "Pi Day". But it doesn't exactly fall on a school day this year. So, we celebrated on Friday.

I had senior breakfast that day. I didn't even need to go to school. I did anyway. Partly so I could crash the geometry party. In geometry they had actual pie. Great, time to get fat and sugar high...and what an excuse! What is wrong with a little pie? I mean so what if the teachers might be driven to the brink of insanity? Wouldn't bother me much.

Ayway, I finally get to re-read books two and three of Fullmoon. I have to say one of my favorite character was definitly Takuto. But then Eichi grew on me too.

Jonathan on the other hand...well lets just say most anime characters are not floating blobs of...fat or mass or whatever his constancy is. Well, OK it is an anime so I guess it is possible. But why does he like dressing like a girl? They could just keep his weirdness to a minimum. A female glob of fat is hardly appealing.

I should just put an end to this post. I like my pi fat free. < Very bad pun

A Rant About Epic Fail Sailor Moon Episodes and My Reverse Harem

Posted by Searching Life at Saturday, March 06, 2010 0 comments
Today I re-watched the Sailor Moon ep when Minako (A.K.A. Mina in english version) triens to date Tigerseye and Hawkseye at the same time (though she really didn't know it was them). It was a good ep. BTW Kelsy, I got a quote from Artemis. "She finally sold her soul off to the devil." Of course you only get it if you watch it in Japanese with the English subtitles. I luv the Pegasus collection, being the total Chibiusa/Rini fan that I am.

She just has to be one of the worlds most adorable...little brat!

On the exception of Dylan of course. He is Black-kun's nephew. Kelsy says that most of the children that she knows are "epic fails". Well, then I am certainly lucky to know Dylan. Any kid who lovevs playing Naruto: Clash of Ninja 2 is a pretty cool kid.

He is also apparently my fiance, according to Black-kun. Well, that is just great. I have another rather young fiance in Japan! (The 12 year old girl in my homestay family said there was a guy in her middle-school that thought I looked like a "cute litte doll" and he wanted to marry me). I am a very happy 18 year old single, usually veiwed as somewhat of a freak. Somehow though, I attract children ages 12 and under. (Even my aunt teased me because her own son flirted with me as a child.) How do a manage this? I have no idea.
 

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