:edit: Fuck you Carlos :angry:


It's weird the things that stick in my memory. I have a terrible memory when it comes to events and conversations except when I do something I regret (especially when I get in an argument with someone since I am anti-confrontational by nature). Here goes:

I got in an argument with my brother about lord of the rings (when we were younger h: ) we had both read all the books, but it had been a while and we argued about how part of it went. I actually stood up for my opinion, which in the end turned out to be wrong, but you know how arguments between siblings can escalate.

I got in an argument with one of my homies and another homie's gf about a historical figure (I wont say who) and pulled the "I'm a history major, fuck you" card. Turns out we were both a little off in our arguments. Pretty ashamed of that one.

When I was a little kid and those troll dolls were going around, I thought they were kinda cool h: My mom got me one, but it was kinda a ripoff version and I said it sucked.

And this one is the biggie... I've since cleared this up, but I'm still sorry for the way I conducted myself. When I was a senior in HS, my mom wanted to get me something big as a graduation gift. She knew I was a car dork and kept dropping hints that it was something car related. Then she started dropping hints that it was something racing related. I forget exactly how it happened but she was teasing me about the surprise and I said something along the lines of "As long as it's not NASCAR related." Instantly I could see her heart sink. She had signed me up for the Richard Petty racing school where you get to drive a real nascar around PPIR. I tried suggesting she return it or something, but that wasn't possible. I was a young punk full of NASCAR hatorade and my mom had gone through such lengths to get me this gift that she thought was perfect. Well either because she couldn't get a refund or because I didn't want to make her sad, I went and did it. It turned out to be a great experience and a lot of fun. I still think back to my original comment and wish I could go back in time and punch the young me in the face. It also makes me realize just how much my mom rocks. Shit, I'm tearing up.