I've never really had any horribly embarassing moments, but the worst one I can think of was back in 8th grade when we had a graduation breakfast. It was held in this banquet hall with a dance floor in the middle. So my table was all the way at the back of the room. I had to use the bathroom, so I get up, walk to it, and when I was done, I wasn't paying attention and tucked the back of my dress into my stockings... haha. I am totally clueless at this point, so I wash my hands, leave the restroom, go back into the hall, walk ALL the way across the room, and sit down, wondering why all my classmates AND their familes are staring at me... so once I'm back in my seat, one of my friends who was sitting 3 tables away was nice enough to come whisper in my ear that my dress was tucked into my stockings.

Again, this one's lame, but thankfully I've never been the victim of any real pranks. I was at a friend's sleepover in high school. It was some ungodly hour of the night, so some of us wanted to sleep while others stayed up and did whatever. So I fell asleep, and the few girls who stayed awake decided they were going to "booby trap" me while I was sleeping. There was a ton of junk food and candy laying around, so what they did was take M&M's and stick them in my ears... and then apparently my hand was open so they took whipped cream and sprayed a huge pile on my hand (the trick is to spray whipped cream or something messy like honey on your hand and then tickle your face with a feather so you slap yourself and get it all over you). So I actually woke up when one girl decided to put more M&M's in and on my ear... I opened my eyes and saw the girls running away, realized there was something in my ear while not realizing I had a huge pile of whipped cream on my hand, got the whipped cream ALL OVER the side of my face. I was so pissed off at them because back then I was having frequent ear infections and problems, and of course they shoved MMs down that one. Luckily I got all of them out, but those dumb bitches thought I was making a huge deal out of "a little harmless fun".

When I used to work at Busch Gardens, they would have a Howl-O-Scream night just for the employees before it opened up to the public for that Halloween season. I had never been to Howl-O-Scream before, so all of my co-workers instantly decided for me that I was going and that was the end of that. I had no say in the decision. Earlier in the week, I had heard some other employees ranting and raving about how great employee night is. Little did I know, the thing that makes it so much better that public nights is that those employees working Howl-O-Scream on employee night are not only allowed to get all up in your face and personal bubble zone, but they are actually allowed to touch you when they jump out and scare the crap out of you. So of course when I went with my co-workers, they are all quiet about everything and immediately take me through a scare zone (zone of the park where employees dressed up jump out and scare you). My jackass co-workers make me walk in front of them by myself, and of course this nasty looking undead zombie jumps out of the bushes as I walk past him and he grabs my arm with both of this hands. This scared the living crap out of me, then as soon as I turn around again this creepy looking dude wearing a jumpsuit, a Jason mask, carring a metal shovel comes up no more than 2 feet behind me, takes the shovel, and scrapes it really hard across the concrete, sending sparks shooting up my legs. Asshole. The lot of them!

So, all that to say that even though I love Halloween, I absolutely hate any type of haunted house. And after that night, I swore I would never go through another haunted house again.


I wanted to hang out with the cool kids, so I was taken in as a Padawan by Master Dhamma, put through the Jedi Trials, and passed!

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