I’m sorry security dude, I’m NOT allowed to bring that on the plane?

“What travel lessons have you learned the hard way?”

When I published an earlier post, this question was on the page under “Ideas for Next Post” and I knew I just had to answer this. ^_^

First of all, let me say the first time I went on a plane was when I was eight years old. I was just a kid, so you can’t blame me for this kind of thing right?

The story started when my family was at the airport, checking in our bags underneath the x-ray scanner thing. When we reached the other side of the conveyor belt I went to grab my backpack but instead ran into this menacingly towering security man. He informed my family that he had to look inside my pink, glittering, Disney backpack. I, thinking that it wasn’t normal precaution, thought, “Why the heck is this dude looking through my stuff?”

He opened the zipper, checking the main compartment and rummaging through papers, crayons, and pencils. Just useless, unimportant stuff really.

Then, he pulled out a very large scissor.

No, it wasn’t one of those tiny, rubber, safety scissors you might find in a kid’s backpack, but the very large, durable, could-probably-hurt-someone-if-you-tried, adult scissors.

If only you could see the look he gave us. One eyebrow raised on his crinkled forehead and his eyes asked, “And what did you plan to do with these?”

Okay, now let me explain why those scissors were in my backpack. Earlier that day, I had received a have-a-nice-trip goodbye card from my friends at school. So sweet right? They all wrote “we’ll miss you” and stuff like that on it, but on the front of the card they taped a very delicious-looking green lollipop. I wanted to eat it of course so when I got home, I tried to rip it out, but they must have used an entire roll of clear tape to trap that sucker in!

“I’ll just cut it,” I thought, so I used a pair of scissors. We were about to leave soon and I didn’t want to go all the way to my room to put the scissors back, and of course I wasn’t going to leave them on an open counter, that’d be dangerous, so I threw it in my backpack, forgetting all about it.

See? A harmless incident.

The security guy didn’t think so. Fortunately though, in the end he let us board the plane. I was just a kid after all, but he confiscated the scissors.

So as for the travel lesson that I’ve learned the hard way: Don’t put large scissors in your luggage. Or rather, check to see if there’s a pair of scissors in your luggage before you go to the airport. I suppose this isn’t helpful for you normal people who would never put scissors in their luggage in the first place, or sadly, you people who never get goodbye cards with lollipops on them, (Yeah, I said it -.-) but hey, you never know.

At the end of that whole incident though, as we were boarding the plane, I couldn’t help by think, “Dang it, those were good scissors too.”

Because toilets are the most interesting thing.

This is a conversation that I had with my older sister way back in late elementary school. Looking back at it, it makes me wonder what kind of child I was…

Sister: Hey, you know what uses up the most water in the bathroom?

Me: (thinking she probably learned it from school today) You mean choosing between the shower, sink, and toilet and stuff?

Sister: Yeah, which one do you think wastes the most water?

Me: Hm. The toilet?

Sister: (eyes grew wide) Yeah! How did you know that?

Me: Cause well, you asked me that question hoping surprise me with an interesting fact right? So I thought, what answer would be the most surprising or interesting.

Sister: And?

Me: So, toilets are the most interesting thing in the bathroom.

Sister:  (-__- ) Never mind.

Clear and clear.

This is just a random post after being inactive on this blog for about…one month now. School’s really been killing me…

But what I came to talk about was the buttons “CE” and “C” on the calculator.

That’s so interesting right? No trust me, it’ll get interesting. Inner thought: “Hey! Don’t make promises you can’t keep!”

Anyways, I knew that one of the buttons was to clear the most recent number you pressed and one to was erase your whole equation, but I never knew which was which.

And of course, I didn’t think of looking it up until now…

So before whenever I needed to erase the whole equation and start a new one, I would press both “CE” and “C” a million times to make sure the screen was clear. I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who did this right?

What? No one else out there with OCD? -_-

Checking Out Them Legs.

As we, (Me, A, and N. “temporary names”) were standing at the back yard gate waiting for our friend…E (that’ll be her code name x), A says, “Doesn’t E look weird today because she’s wearing jeans? Cause she usually wears legging.”

We all turn our head to see. E is busy locking the door and we know she’s barely out of earshot.

“Oh yeah, she is,” I reply, acknowledging the fact that she is wearing jeans today.

“Yeah, isn’t it weird?” A says as our eyes follow E. “She always wears leggings.”

N laughs and jokes, “We’re talking about her behind her back now?”

E walks towards us with an unknowing expression.

I shout loudly from the across the gate, “Hey E!”

E looks at me confusedly from three steps away and says, “Hm?”

“We were talking about your legs!”

N laughs, hits me on my shoulder, and says, “What?!”

It’s true, cause well, to see what kind of pants someone is wearing, you’d have to look at their legs right?

“Don’t try to lie. I know you were looking at them too,” I defend myself.

“Creeper!” E laughs.

Everyone laughed and I just had to explain E what the context was.

She still called me a creeper. ^_^

“Just PM me okay?” Sorry, but what in the world did you just ask me to do?

Before I start working on a deadline that is due tomorrow morning, I have one question.

What in the world does PM mean?

No, I’m not talking about 12 p.m. which stands for post meridien (after midday)

Or, pM, as in picomolar.

But as in “PM me.”

Okay, I guess I don’t have enough context, but my closest guess is that it means email me?

I probably just don’t have enough knowlegde about these type of things since lots of people seem to say this. The answer is my question is probably something completely obvious and I’m just being silly right now. Haha.

A few mintues later…

Uhh, I figured out what it means…”private message.”

Haha…that should have been easy to figure out. Haha…

Now I’m feeling kind of stupid…(looks around to see if anyone is watching)

Oh well!

Did you know that “cc” in an email means “carbon copy”? =)