I was given the number eight by my cousin Angela Perez-Potter. Its almost a week late, but here I go: 1. Even though I own a lot of mirrors, mirrors really freak me out. I used to believe in something called The Man In The Mirror and it got to the point to where my parents had to cover my big mirror with a blanket, or I had to turn my mirrors over. My mom had to do a ritual where she took the man in the mirror and put him in a little mirror and smashed it to get rid of him, but even to this day, mirror scenes in horror movies really wig me out, and even at night in my room, I still get a little creeped. 2. I have moved about fourteen times in my whole life. 3. I used to be a regular appearance on our radio back home; my family would call and talk to the morning radio guys almost every week just for fun. I also did a couple commercials, and then an ad for staying in school when I was in elementary. 4. I have been told on several occasions that I am the perfect gentleman. Which is both insulting and a compliment? 5. Another favorite memory of mine is the first day of sophomore year, driving to my best friend Jesss house to play catch up on our summer reading before our first class and eating donuts and sausage rolls as we walked to the senior campus. 6. Things involving eyes, a lot of bodily injury, or maiming really wig me out. I cant put eye drops in without becoming a screaming toddler, let alone any kind of contacts; I cant even watch someone else put in eye drops or contacts. My eyes start watering and I literally freak out. Bodily injury, like watching Saw Movies or things like that make me feel a lot of pain, like really high powered empathy. 7. Im actually really good in major emergencies. I can turn almost anything on my person into something to help render aide. My father and I were witness to a major accident, almost got involved ourselves had he not swerved. An 18 wheeler, a suburban, and a car in the middle of no where. The 18 wheeler hit the only tree for at least a good mile. He survived, and walked instantly. My dad and I got out of the truck, I already had called 911, and my dad ran to the car first. I went to look to see if anyone was ejected or in the field. I found a woman, who was bleeding and couldnt move in this ditch. I called to my father, and laid with her in the ditch, using my cardigan to locate to source of the bleeding. My dad pulled the man out of the car. To this day, Im sure he died on the scene, but my dad wouldnt and wont tell me. The paramedics show up after my dad and I trying to get things under wraps for about thirty minutes, and then we had to stay for another hour and a half to help with the reports and stuff. My daddy works as a paramedic, but to be honest, I hate blood, so he made me laugh the whole way home. 8. I can get super competitive. In fact, I came home tonight, and one of our neighbors already had their christmas lights up and I ran inside and was like, Mom, mom, those assholes down the street have their lights up already. WE HAVE TO GET STARTED. NOW. All of this because weve won our neighborhoods decorating contest five years in a row; literally every year weve lived here, weve won.
Posted on: Mon, 18 Nov 2013 05:48:19 +0000
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