Today is my birthday and I'm turning 27. This is the first time that I feel closer to my thirties than I am of my twenties, and it's bitter-sweet. So I have decided to make a list of a few things to remind myself of how productive my twenties were. This is not intended to be a list of crimes I have committed, even thought some items might lead one to believe so. But let's keep in mind that this is a somewhat parent-proof list, so I might have been a little more productive that it seems.
1. Sold all my CDs to an used-CD store and borrowed the rest of the money to go to Los Angeles spend 4 days with my then boyfriend who had moved away.
2. Stayed at a motel called "Vagabond Inn" with then boyfriend at some ghetto in Long Beach, CA.
3. Spent $700 on a car on Wednesday afternoon and totaled it on Thursday morning.
4. Stopped taking my meds for almost 4 years because I thought I had cured my panic disorder.
5. Fell in love with and bent over backwards for a boy who had "INSANE" tattooed across his back. Literally.
6. Jumped on the road at 3 o'clock in the morning by myself, leaving Chicago at 95mph.
7. Bought a 30 lbs. dog in my first year in the US, and hid it for 6 months because the building where I used to live at the time did not allow pets.
8. Gave a old, ugly, and nasty-looking cop my cell phone number to get out of a ticket.
9. Had gastric bypass surgery.
10. Moved back to Brazil.
11. Went to school drunk. More than once. More than twice.
12. Accumulated almost $700 worth of parking tickets in a 4 year period. Had to pay it all off one snowy afternoon when my car was towed.
13. Almost got arrested on Memorial Day weekend in 2004. Here's the story: the Indianapolis 500 was going on down the street from my apartment. The police blocks 90% of the streets at a certain time so the crowd attending the race can get off on the highway only, and every road that led to my place was a dead end. It was storming badly, the tornado warning sirens were going off, and I could see a tornado from a small distance. So I decided to run over a road block and get home as fast as I could. Couldn't get home fast enough, so I had to hide a an Arby's kitchen.
