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Stupid events we regret! Okay, I know that everyone is embarrassed by something they've done. I am not talking about messing things up with your crush or saying something stupid to your friend. I'm talking about one of the stupidest things. Here's just one of my stories:
Okay, I have to give you the reason first. This girl Mady and her family were renting a house, but the owner kicked them out and put the house up for rent again. He wouldn't let them try to buy it back.. don't know why, but unfair, isn't it? So when my friend who was her neighbor, asked Mady and me to spend the night and wanted to play a prank on the neighbors, I was like, okay, sure! (total lack of judgment) I would've never of guessed about the mess we were about to get ourselves into... I apoligize for my recklessness, admins and fellow Chatterboxers...
So at maybe ten we snuck out and pulled the For Rent sign out of the yard. (This was the second time they had done this.) The light turned on in their house, and my friend Pam screamed, "Run for it!" We sprinted until we were by her creek and fell to our knees, exhausted. We were sure the man hadn't seen us. So we dumped the For Rent sign in the sewer and the metal part in the creek, and headed back to Pam's. In the morning, Mady went home early, and Pam and I were brushing our teeth when the doorbell rang! It was a policman! He wanted to see Pam's mom and Pam said to him, "We didn't do anything!" But she did get her mother and she and the policeman talked about recent vandalism in the neighborhood!
"Late last night," he said, "a couple of kids went around the nighborhood and vandalized some property." Pam and I looked at each other, fear stricken. But then we realized he hadn't been talking about us at all! Some rotten teenagers had gone around and played a little mailbox baseball. But still, I had never been so scared, and when the policeman left and I called my mom to tell her, I had a right to be... *gulps at flashback...
submitted by Katie, age 12, outside looking
(November 23, 2009 - 8:44 pm)
(November 23, 2009 - 8:44 pm)
Well, when I was at one of my friends birthday party/slumber party thing or whatever, we were prank calling. And guess what we called THREE TIMES! (accadentally, of course) I know it's not as embarrassing as yours, but it was just... AHHH. The hospital. That's what we called three times. ACCADENTALLY, I TELL YOU! ACCADENTALLY!
(November 24, 2009 - 10:07 am)
I always regret saying things. Somethings just slip out!! And either I sound stupid, rude, or mean.
This is a VERY scary story I experienced. It's not something I regret, I just must post it. So, I was swinging in my old yard with my sister and "S", my friend. We had a very large range of woods past our backyard, like some fifty acres or something like that. We didn't own it, but we always played in it. Well, we were swinging facing the woods when all of the sudden a MAN holding a RIFLE near his side, comes out from behind a tree, like fifty feet away from us!!!!!!!! We SCREAMED and ran into the house, shrieking for my dad.
Well, my dad ended up solving things, and the man was a lost hunter. Yes, the woods in my yard was open for hunters. (Well, not that close to my house of course, there was a certain range, that's why he was lost.) But, boy, it was scary. HE had A GUN!
(November 26, 2009 - 6:44 pm)
Ugh, R~D~, that happens to me all the time!! I'll start talking and then something really stupid will come out. Or I'll be trying to be funny and something and I'll be rude instead. Ugh. Anyways, AHH!! Guns are scary things.
(November 30, 2009 - 2:11 pm)
Haha, I thought you meant you have guys with guns pop out from behind trees all the time. :P
I can't seem to remember all the stupid things I've done... oh, well here's one,
So, me and my friend Lisa (this was while I was still in public school and actually SAW my friends. *sigh* Sorry, ranting, I'll get back to my story) Well, we were talking about crushes, and I've never had a real one, but I told her I had a crush on the same kid that she did. I hate it when I do embarrassing things to impress people, it's so stupid. So, that's nothing huge (which I'm glad about) but I'm pretty mad at myself. :)
Mmm, I was with the same friend one time, and we were doing british accents, and we walked into two boys from our class, and I said "Good afternoon, Gentlemen" Me and Lisa laughed pretty hard, but I was so mortified!
If i can think of anything else, I'll tell you.
Oh, wait! So, it was like Christmas, or something, and I was at my grandparents' house with my mom's side of the family. Well, my Grandpa had something wrong with his foot, and it was in a little cast-y thing, and he had it elevated cause it hurt. Well, I was trying to get past him (he was sitting in an arm chair right in front of the coffee table) and I didn't want to fall all over his lap, so I tried to *coughcough* gracefully leap over the table. I ended up smashing a large bowl to pieces, kicking his hurt foot, and completely humiliate myself in front of everyone. Then, because I was so embarrassed, I scooched myself up in my mom's lap and started sobbing. Then everyone was paying even more attention to me, because they thought I was hurt or something, and that made me cry all the harder! Ugh, it was awful. I certainly don't want to relive that Christmas!!! :)
I'll try and think of more. :) :) :)
This is a good thread, it makes me feel better, cause I know I actually haven't done that many uber-stupid things. :P
(December 3, 2009 - 5:28 pm)
My old school owned this giant stretch of woods, and a creek, and etc. and there would always be these guys we could hear behind us, and we'd go running inside screaming, while the teachers ran out valiantly. This one teacher was awesome:) He was just out of college, and there was a bunch of gunshots and yelling, and he made everyone go inside, and then HE WALKED OUT INTO THE WOODS TO FIND THE DUDE!!!!!!
(December 5, 2009 - 2:46 pm)
Heehee, is he your hero??? :)
(December 6, 2009 - 3:31 pm)
Passing notes in school. *grin* I don't regret it exactly; our teachers don't teach us anything and we were still paying attention anyway. We could've pulled it off the whole year if we were just a tad bit more careful. But, well. We were changing classes, and Alexa left the notebook we'd been writing in /in the person's desk/. *exasperated sigh* So when it was found, did they simply return it to Alexa, noting her name *all over the cover in giant letters*? Ermph. No. They flipped through it, read our entire conversation, and gave it to the teacher. Who then read our entire conversation.
And yes, we were discussing how stupid her class was.
We had to stay after school and explain to her *why* we were writing what we were and all that... Because we're very smooth talkers we managed to pull it off without our parents or even the principal finding out. *shrug* Of course I was a nervous wreck that whole day, but, well... It was fun, passing notes. :) And we were pretty good at it.
And yes, my friends and I can be so grossly... overconfident (and by that I mean arrogant ;D) that it's not even funny. We get into, shall we say, a lot of trouble. *guilty grin*
Sorry for subjecting y'all to that boring story. ;)
Good thread, Katie. *has done lots of stupid things and finds this helpful* ;)
(November 26, 2009 - 8:59 pm)
Wow. That must of been freaky!
(November 27, 2009 - 8:21 am)
Speaking about messing something up with your crush, I have a question to ask. I wrote my NaNoWriMo story, and the two main characters were me and my crush. They were in love with each other, which I think he might be in real life. I'm planning on giving the story to him to read. Since the characters are pretty similar to what we're like in real life, and it's the same state, I think he'll figure it out. This is my way of telling him I like him. But then I think (I haven't done it yet) What if he doesn't like me? Then our friendship will probably be gone. Right now, I consider him one of the best friends I have. He doesn't know that, but there you have it. What should I do? BTW, I'm going to ask other peoples' opinions. I'll tell you my decision later.
(November 30, 2009 - 2:51 pm)
Hmm, I don't know. I have a lot of guy friends, but the one I like has a girlfriend already soo...
Did you put his name in the story? If not, that's good. But you know, unless the two are scary similar, do you think he'd get the message?
(December 1, 2009 - 4:10 pm)
I didn't put his name in. But they're pretty similar, and my character is really similar to me, so.....Yeah, it's not like he's dumb or anything, but as Annabeth said in the Demigod Files, he's obtuse. It's like he's not getting the point when I keep giving him hints. I think he probably knows, though. But he's not saying anything! It's crazy. I'm trying to figure out how to get him to tell me if he likes me or not.
(December 3, 2009 - 1:05 pm)
I think you should show it to him. You might really regret it, but it could be just what you need. Maybe he secretly has been looking for a way to tell you the same thing. Why don't you just say, "I wrote this story, and I was wondering if you could proof read it for me, see what you think" Then don't stand there when he's reading it. Go somewhere near by, but don't stand right next to him, cause it would be really awkward. But you need to stand somewhere close, so he can talk to you if he needs to. You'll feel better if you get it over with. I'll send my BEST thoughts that your friendship isn't jeopardized. Good luck, sweetheart!
(December 4, 2009 - 1:59 pm)
I really want to show him. I only see him once a week, on Friday. At the beginning of the week, I'm all like, I'm totally gonna give it to him this time. Then, I have plenty of time to chicken out, and I do!!!! I am a total chicken. It's so not cool. I keep on listening to that song by Nickelback (woo hoo!), Never Gonna Be Alone. And Gotta Be Somebody. I keep thinking, if I just give it to him, and he likes me, I'll be the happiest I've ever been, and probably will be. But if he doesn't, or doesn't figure it out, I'll be so mad/sad. If he doesn't figure it out, I'm gonna have to actually tell him. I refuse to ask my friend to tell him. That's just not cool. I mean, you like him, so why can't you tell him? No. If he doesn't like me, then our friendship will be gone. He'll probably never want to talk to me again. He might tell one of his friends (I mentioned him before, I think), and then the friend might make fun of me. I just don't know what to do. I want to tell him, and I don't want to tell him. I'm caught in the middle. I'll probably end up putting a copy of the story in my jacket pocket and just wear that everywhere, and then I can decide the next time I see him. I'm sick of this mess, but I really am in love with him, and this is the strongest emotion I've ever felt. I'll seriously think about it. Sorry you have to put up with all of us teenage girls, Administrators. Sorry about the length, too.
(December 7, 2009 - 7:32 pm)
Ok, seriously, you need to give it to him. You've got to stop being in agony, and the only way I can think of is to give it to him. This is pointless. If he has any heart at all, he won't tell his friend. You need to push your fear aside and do it. And I know, this may be the hardest thing you've ever had to do, but it needs to be done.
(December 8, 2009 - 2:14 pm)
This isn't so much *regret* as "look back on and laugh hysterically with friend", but it was... odd... explaining to people who weren't, uh, there.
Soo, our math classes don't have desks for some reason, they have tables that seat four people. Last year in Algebra, I sat with my friend Vanessa and we were chronic note passers.
Of course, when they gave us tests they couldn't let us cheat and so they used these scuffy old cardboard divider... things that looked like they'd been cut from delivery boxes or something. And because we were bored and at the back of the classroom, Vanessa and I didn't bother with notebooks and wrote notes on the dividers.
Which was probably not the smartest idea, but it was in pencil, on old cardboard, and unrelated to math so it wasn't like we were cheating.
Several weeks later, the two math teachers who were sharing the room come out of the closet where the dividers were kept, all serious-like. Like, after I woke up (I was asleep) I thought one of Ms. Davis' relatives had *died* or something.
She says, "Did /you/ do this?" in this funeralesque tone, holding up the written on cardboard.
Obviously, I said, "Uh... yeah...?"
So she hands me the cardboard and I'm like, okay...
Then Mr. Petersen basically creeps up behind me and slams this *little tiny* eraser down about an inch from my hand and kind of softly shouts, "CLEAN IT UP." And then walks away to his desk, clearly fuming, sits down in his chair, and *glares* at me.
So I erased it. It took like three minutes and you couldn't even tell we'd been writing on this old piece of cardboard. Ms. Davis takes it back to the closet and Mr. Petersen creeps up behind me and leans over (with his giant walrus mustache *this close* to my face, it was kind of gross) and says in this really dangerous, murderous tone, "If you do this again you're going to Saturday school because that was *defacement* of school property! I don't care if you pass notes in class but do it on your own paper." And walked off again.
Vanessa and I exchanged WTH? looks and then went right back to passing notes. And then we couldn't get in trouble for passing notes for the rest of the year, because Petersen *gave us permission* to do so.
Serious Business indeed.
Of course for the rest of the week everyone was like, "HALEY! I heard you defaced school property! BUT YOU'RE SUCH A GOOD KID?! Is troo??" which was annoying.
(And no, I am not making this up/exaggerating, I promise).
(December 1, 2009 - 10:51 pm)