whatchu talkin about...i'm an angel (^_^)

• age 1 - me and my cousin sean went to the same babysitter when we were kids. i was 1 and he was 3. there were some other kids at this nanay's daycare and we'd all bring our own toys to occupy our times with. some brat tried to steal my toy. i get sad and then angry. my cousin saw what went down and pushed that little bratty bugger on the ground, while i reclaimed my toy back. the next day the brat came with a cast on his arm. brat broke it on his fall.
• age 4 - me and sean no longer went to that babysitter and had our older cousin watch us at his house. we got into a fight. i was angry and i picked up his dad's guitar and bashed it on his head.
• kindergarten - i yelled out "oh shit" on the playground. the teacher watching us pulled me aside, yelled at me, and made me wash my mouth out with soap. i told my parents what happened and they laughed. they were saying oh shit all the time in the house when they f'd up.
• 2nd grade - at first communion practice i didn't want to eat the wafer so i spit it out. an angry nun yelled at me. i put it back in my mouth. when she turned around i spit it out and put it in an offetory envelope. i put the envelope back in the pew where i got it.
• 4th grade - my teacher, sister elvira, had leukemia and would leave in the afternoon for chemo. our school libriarian, mrs hoffman, would watch us for those short hours. my whole class was evil. we'd throw books at each other. yell over her as she tried to tell us to pipe down. eventually it was so bad we made her cry. by the end of the year she left our school to be an admin at the high school next door. on my first day of said high school next door she recognized me as one of the little monsters that ran her out of the elementary school and cringed.
• 5th grade - at recess we played four square and i screamed out "fuck!" in anger. the room mother watching us pulled me by the ear and yelled at me for what felt like all of recess about why profanity was vulgar. i think i said "are you done yet? can i get back to the game?" which made her even more angry and she dragged me into the bathroom and made me wash my mouth out with soap. i looked at her like she was crazy and then she grabbed my hand put soap in it and then made me rinse my tongue out.
• 6th grade - i yelled "fuck you" at this one girl that no one liked. it was during class time and she was walking to the bathroom or something. the teacher found out and made me apologize. at least i didn't have to wash my mouth out with soap.
• 7th grade - my class hated our 7th grade teacher. 2 weeks before end of school we had a riot in the classroom. we were watching a movie in class when a book flew across the room. then another book flew, then somehow we were throwing chairs and pushing desks. a chair got thrown out the window. yay my 7th grade class.
• 8th grade - before class started i'd hang out in the 8th junior high bathroom with my chola friends and try to smoke cigarettes. i would cough up a storm and then freak out. so i just hung out in the smoke filled bathroom while we talked shit.
• sophomore year - i would come to school totally hammered and when i sobered up i'd be really surly to everyone. i'd go home steal more of my dad's booze (the airline bottles of liquor he kept in an upstairs room) and get hammered all over again. i would drink vodka and oj right in front of my mom and she would say "drink all your juice i don't want you to waste it"
• junior year - i finally learned how to smoke cigarettes. i would smoke reds in the back of my uncle's house. there "backyard" was the wash that a big rig jumps in terminator 2. we'd hop the fence and smoke and drink beer before anyone came home.
• freshman year of college = booze booze and more booze + cigarettes
• sophomore year of college = booze booze and more booze + cigarettes + herb
• junior year of college = repeat sophomore year plus being a good student + almost getting kicked out the uci pub
• senior year of college = repeat junior year - being a good student - kicked out of pub + making friends with the bartenders at pub
• super senior year = repeat junior year minus being a good student + i quit smoking...for that year + graduating from college.
• eurotrip with ivy = all i can really remember is being high in amsterdam. space cakes for breakfast. herb at lunch. herb at dinner. herb herb herb
• life now = beer and cigarettes when there's beer...

i went from troublemaking to booze and cigarettes and herb to just booze and cigarettes. yay me.