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Freakish incidents

Last night, something so totally freakish and bizarre occurred that I'm absolutely not getting into it.

One good thing (sort of, in an odd way) came out of it all -- when I was getting ready to come back home from Vestavia, one of the guys said "Is your real last name Terri [real maiden name here]?"

I was walking up a staircase, turned around and looked at him, and said, yes, I was.

He then asked me if I went to [insert private school name here] in the 9th grade.

I looked at him closer, and said...yeeeeeeeahhhhhh? Why?

He recognized me from the freakin' 9th grade. UNREAL. Your night's going crazy, you look like hell, might even be in your pajamas, and sure enough, THAT will be the time that SOMEONE FROM FREAKIN' high school recognizes you.

Yeah, yeah, I know I /should/ be glad that someone from OH I DUNNO 573285789235729 years ago remembers my freakin' face despite the "situation" and way I was dressed, but he did. And my name, on top of all that. And he was two years /older/. HOW.THE.HELL.

Anyway, I've already gotten all that out of my system (or details thereof). But a word to and from the wise(r): Always look halfway decent, even when you're just walking to the mailbox. You never know what the next few hours might hold for ya, or when some guy from 800 years ago remembers you from high school. I now present the original teddy bear (or what feels like it):

Right now? I'm just happy to be alive and typing this. For serious. In better news, I spent some time snapping up macros last night up to the incident. Wow. The light box is glorious. Above is a pic of my first teddy bear. It's older than *I* am (and that's DAMN OLD AS HELL). My grandmother sewed the red buttons in for eyes when I pulled them out, and I remember sitting on her lap and "sewing" his belly closed (a little hole had opened at the seam from my dragging it with me everywhere) with green thread, thinking I'd done something special. I was around eight years'old. She died that Christmas. Teddy's gonna outlast us all. This pic is HUGE so I used the rtx format to sneak the photo in, instead of scrapbook.

He's threadbare, and I'm afraid to have him restuffed. He also has lipstick on. Man. They knew how to make some lipstick back then that would last allllllllll day, if not your whole life. Heh. Fortunately, I can't see any toothpaste where I so carefully brushed them as a child, after reading the sign in my orthodontist's office: "Brush ONLY the teeth you want to keep."

Then I shared ice cream with him. Man I loved (love?) this bear.


( 7 whispered — Speak )
Nov. 20th, 2007 02:20 pm (UTC)
kind of reminds me of the night where i ended up sitting in the emergency room with a couple of pretty much (up until that point) complete strangers. hope everyone's all right.

and i always try to at least have clean underwear on, because you never know.
Nov. 20th, 2007 02:22 pm (UTC)
Er...this is something best discussed OUTSIDE of LJ Land. Not great, but a few shining moments of glory.

Bottom line -- even grown men shouldn't try to touch me if I don't want them to. They WILL get they asses kicked. ;-)
Nov. 20th, 2007 02:48 pm (UTC)
please don't tell me someone tried to grab you. you have to put a hurtin on someone?

getting ready to go to class. i'll try and get a hold of you after
Nov. 20th, 2007 02:51 pm (UTC)
Hahahaha! Yes they did. And yes, they suffered GREATLY. I wish I had video footage, seriously.

I /needed/ that. I wish a few people I know in real life would grab me a little too tight. I'd do the same (if not worse) to them ;-) I now have proof that a 250 lbs. man couldn't take me with two hands and weapons ;-) :D My MOUTH really won the battle, but my muscles just put the cherry on top. :) Happily, I can bask in the limited glory that he's in GREAT pain today. And no, I didn't touch his balls.

*preens, flexes, eyeballs a couple of people*
Nov. 20th, 2007 04:44 pm (UTC)
my cell phone is charging right now. i'll try and keep the gory details for when i can finally call

doesn't it only take about 35 lbs of pressure to remove a man's balls?
Nov. 20th, 2007 04:54 pm (UTC)
You scare me. LOL.

I have an interview at 1:30, so after 11:30, I'll be dashing about, deciding whether black or brown looks better on me today. Or gray.
Nov. 20th, 2007 02:23 pm (UTC)
Uh... call!!
( 7 whispered — Speak )


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