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yorick28, or else I think she tagged me. :P
a. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
b. Tag seven people to do the same.
c. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it."
Alright, people... this is going to be UGLY. Behold, many stories about my life of crime.
1. When I eat my bacon, egg, and cheese in a croissant from Dunkin Donuts, I smooth out the wrapper (with the sandwich inside), take a pair of sharp scissors, trim off the excess wrapper, and only then will I proceed to pull the wrapper back and eat the sandwich.
2. I've robbed Walmart. When I was pregnant with the sprog and we had gone into Walmart to buy a few things, I suddenly began to feel faint, weak, and I broke out in a cold sweat. I was low on sugar and needed a rush--fast. My hubby grabbed a Twix bar from one of those shelves by the check-out counters. I took a bite and instantly felt better. We continued to shop. I didn't finish my Twix and hubby and I decided we didn't want anything in Walmart. We looked at the lines and saw that they were long as hell, soo.... instead of paying for what remained of my Twix bar, I just set the leftovers aside in an inconspicuous corner and we left.
3. When we were only just dating, I lied to my husband about baking him a cake for Valentines. I had bought the cake from a famous bakery, redecorated it with some frosting so that it would look homemade, and then I claimed I had baked him a cake for Valentines. Of course he took it home with him and I assumed he kept eating it through the course of the week. Three days later, sounding a bit miffed, he told me, "My cleaning lady ate more than half of that cake you made me! Would you believe it? There's hardly any of it left for me!" I felt bad that he had felt animosity for his cleaning lady for something I didn't even make. I've never confessed.
4. In highschool, two of my best friends and I teamed up for a science project, and since neither of us were any good at science, we enlisted the help of a fourth team member who was--basically, a geek. Well... geekier than I was, at least. She didn't mind since we weren't the mean types, or anything. We made her team leader and she would arrange meetings to do research in the library. We'd show up and we'd research for a few minutes, but the three of us always ended up clowning around and she would get snitty, but we'd be all giggly and make her laugh too. Basically, we dragged her down with us. As the deadline of the project approached, we three began to panic. Unbeknownst to us, our Team Leader has actually been doing the science project, which was to turn banana peel into ethyl alcohol by fermentation. She had been fermenting banana peel the last three weeks, and at our final cram session, she brought the foul brew with her.
Naturally, it wasn't ethyl alcohol and we were going to fail our project, so in a final act of desperation, and my friends and I being delinquents and all, we decided we would turn the damn thing into ethyl alcohol if we had to pour booze into it... which was exactly what we did. We bought bottles of booze and we poured it into the mixture, just so that when presentation came around, it would light up with a match. So of course the mixture lit up, and of course we managed to get it to do so in science class during our presentation, and OF COURSE... wait for it... our teacher WAS SO FUCKING EXCITED BY WHAT WE HAD DONE THAT SHE ENLISTED US TO REPRESENT THE SCHOOL IN AN INTERNATIONAL SCIENCE FAIR. Yes, she had enlisted three dumbasses and the one smart girl to represent our school. There was another team in the class who had turned in a similar experiment, but they had used Rose Petals to turn into ethyl alcohol. The teacher was not as enthused because there was little point in destroying perfectly good roses just to turn them into ethyl alcohol, unlike banana peel, which no one wanted to begin with and usually ends up in the trash anyway. So the teacher told us that all we needed to do was purify the mixture so that it would look clean (rather than look like a soup of shit, which it half-way was). Of course we couldn't get it purified without distilling the alcohol out of it, and no matter what Smart Team Leader did, the banana peel just wouldn't turn into ethyl alcohol, so we pulled out. Rose Petal girls got the gig, and we never admitted that we had to use lots of rum to make it work. The rum was for us. It was actually gin that made it light it up.
5. I prefer to sneak food into the movie theater with my huge-ass bag than do the proper thing and buy their overpriced, tasteless food from the concession stand. At one point, while I was pregnant with the sprog, I snuck in burgers, fries, and chicken nuggets from Wendy's and we went to watch... I forget exactly what--I think it was the 3rd X-Men movie, or the 2nd Fantastic Four... but anyway, I walked through the rope and the guy taking the tickets checked my bag. It never happened before but this time, it did. He looked at me and he was already going to say "You can't take that in with you," when I blurted out. "I'm pregnant. You're gonna tell me I can't take my food inside with me?" He let me through. I had shamelessly used my child to get my loot into the movie theater.
6. I've not only robbed Walmart, I've robbed Target, too. Hubby and I had gone shopping for some things in Target, one item being a nifty kitchen knife. We piled our cart with a whole bunch of other things, and at the check-out counter, we paid for our purchases. As we rolled through the doors, the alarm sounded, so we stopped and looked at the checker. I suppose he didn't think we looked like thieves, so he said, "Go ahead. It does that a lot." We walked through, alarm and all, and headed to our car to unload our purchases in the trunk. We found, at the very bottom of the cart, the kitchen knife which, we found out after checking the receipt, we hadn't paid for. Did we go back into the store to pay for it? Hell no.
7. I've not only robbed Walmart and Target, but I've robbed the Office of the Solicitor General's library. Well... technically, I didn't really do it, but call me an accessory to theft. My thesis partner and I were doing research--it was about the current Rape Law and how it did not serve rape victims well. We were doing our research in the Office of the Solicitor General, in the Philippines, where we were NOT ALLOWED to check out books. So basically, we had to photocopy everything. Late into the day, my thesis partner and I ran out of money, and we really, really needed our research. I said, "Oh well, we'll come back tomorrow, bring money for that." But my thesis partner wouldn't have it. She was a bit rubenesque, so she had on a huge jacket which made her look bigger. She stuck the book into her jacket and walked right out of the library without incident. What the hell was I supposed to do? Tell on her in THE OFFICE OF THE SOLICITOR GENERAL?!?!
So there. 7 sordid facts about me.
Now I have to tag you:
inell
october103
grangergal
zekk_skywalk
starbuckjr
eowynhp83
gsr_sara_gil
yorick28, or else I think she tagged me. :P
a. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
b. Tag seven people to do the same.
c. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it."
Alright, people... this is going to be UGLY. Behold, many stories about my life of crime.
1. When I eat my bacon, egg, and cheese in a croissant from Dunkin Donuts, I smooth out the wrapper (with the sandwich inside), take a pair of sharp scissors, trim off the excess wrapper, and only then will I proceed to pull the wrapper back and eat the sandwich.
2. I've robbed Walmart. When I was pregnant with the sprog and we had gone into Walmart to buy a few things, I suddenly began to feel faint, weak, and I broke out in a cold sweat. I was low on sugar and needed a rush--fast. My hubby grabbed a Twix bar from one of those shelves by the check-out counters. I took a bite and instantly felt better. We continued to shop. I didn't finish my Twix and hubby and I decided we didn't want anything in Walmart. We looked at the lines and saw that they were long as hell, soo.... instead of paying for what remained of my Twix bar, I just set the leftovers aside in an inconspicuous corner and we left.
3. When we were only just dating, I lied to my husband about baking him a cake for Valentines. I had bought the cake from a famous bakery, redecorated it with some frosting so that it would look homemade, and then I claimed I had baked him a cake for Valentines. Of course he took it home with him and I assumed he kept eating it through the course of the week. Three days later, sounding a bit miffed, he told me, "My cleaning lady ate more than half of that cake you made me! Would you believe it? There's hardly any of it left for me!" I felt bad that he had felt animosity for his cleaning lady for something I didn't even make. I've never confessed.
4. In highschool, two of my best friends and I teamed up for a science project, and since neither of us were any good at science, we enlisted the help of a fourth team member who was--basically, a geek. Well... geekier than I was, at least. She didn't mind since we weren't the mean types, or anything. We made her team leader and she would arrange meetings to do research in the library. We'd show up and we'd research for a few minutes, but the three of us always ended up clowning around and she would get snitty, but we'd be all giggly and make her laugh too. Basically, we dragged her down with us. As the deadline of the project approached, we three began to panic. Unbeknownst to us, our Team Leader has actually been doing the science project, which was to turn banana peel into ethyl alcohol by fermentation. She had been fermenting banana peel the last three weeks, and at our final cram session, she brought the foul brew with her.
Naturally, it wasn't ethyl alcohol and we were going to fail our project, so in a final act of desperation, and my friends and I being delinquents and all, we decided we would turn the damn thing into ethyl alcohol if we had to pour booze into it... which was exactly what we did. We bought bottles of booze and we poured it into the mixture, just so that when presentation came around, it would light up with a match. So of course the mixture lit up, and of course we managed to get it to do so in science class during our presentation, and OF COURSE... wait for it... our teacher WAS SO FUCKING EXCITED BY WHAT WE HAD DONE THAT SHE ENLISTED US TO REPRESENT THE SCHOOL IN AN INTERNATIONAL SCIENCE FAIR. Yes, she had enlisted three dumbasses and the one smart girl to represent our school. There was another team in the class who had turned in a similar experiment, but they had used Rose Petals to turn into ethyl alcohol. The teacher was not as enthused because there was little point in destroying perfectly good roses just to turn them into ethyl alcohol, unlike banana peel, which no one wanted to begin with and usually ends up in the trash anyway. So the teacher told us that all we needed to do was purify the mixture so that it would look clean (rather than look like a soup of shit, which it half-way was). Of course we couldn't get it purified without distilling the alcohol out of it, and no matter what Smart Team Leader did, the banana peel just wouldn't turn into ethyl alcohol, so we pulled out. Rose Petal girls got the gig, and we never admitted that we had to use lots of rum to make it work. The rum was for us. It was actually gin that made it light it up.
5. I prefer to sneak food into the movie theater with my huge-ass bag than do the proper thing and buy their overpriced, tasteless food from the concession stand. At one point, while I was pregnant with the sprog, I snuck in burgers, fries, and chicken nuggets from Wendy's and we went to watch... I forget exactly what--I think it was the 3rd X-Men movie, or the 2nd Fantastic Four... but anyway, I walked through the rope and the guy taking the tickets checked my bag. It never happened before but this time, it did. He looked at me and he was already going to say "You can't take that in with you," when I blurted out. "I'm pregnant. You're gonna tell me I can't take my food inside with me?" He let me through. I had shamelessly used my child to get my loot into the movie theater.
6. I've not only robbed Walmart, I've robbed Target, too. Hubby and I had gone shopping for some things in Target, one item being a nifty kitchen knife. We piled our cart with a whole bunch of other things, and at the check-out counter, we paid for our purchases. As we rolled through the doors, the alarm sounded, so we stopped and looked at the checker. I suppose he didn't think we looked like thieves, so he said, "Go ahead. It does that a lot." We walked through, alarm and all, and headed to our car to unload our purchases in the trunk. We found, at the very bottom of the cart, the kitchen knife which, we found out after checking the receipt, we hadn't paid for. Did we go back into the store to pay for it? Hell no.
7. I've not only robbed Walmart and Target, but I've robbed the Office of the Solicitor General's library. Well... technically, I didn't really do it, but call me an accessory to theft. My thesis partner and I were doing research--it was about the current Rape Law and how it did not serve rape victims well. We were doing our research in the Office of the Solicitor General, in the Philippines, where we were NOT ALLOWED to check out books. So basically, we had to photocopy everything. Late into the day, my thesis partner and I ran out of money, and we really, really needed our research. I said, "Oh well, we'll come back tomorrow, bring money for that." But my thesis partner wouldn't have it. She was a bit rubenesque, so she had on a huge jacket which made her look bigger. She stuck the book into her jacket and walked right out of the library without incident. What the hell was I supposed to do? Tell on her in THE OFFICE OF THE SOLICITOR GENERAL?!?!
So there. 7 sordid facts about me.
Now I have to tag you:
inell
october103
grangergal
zekk_skywalk
starbuckjr
eowynhp83
gsr_sara_gil