Here is a little more since I'm bored, and no one else knows any of what I'm about to tell you -
Back when I was 16, I use to steal a lot of shit. I'd try on jeans and wear them underneath my pants out of the store. (This was at one of the main skate shops here) I stole two pair of pants from there. (Now I'll buy everything from there, and support them as much as I can) I also use to steal a lot of DVD's & CD's like take the discs out and put them my pants. I must've stolen at least a couple of thousands of dollars worth. One Friday night I decide to steal a DVD from this store near my house. I can't remember the DVD, but I think Mila Kunis was in it. Basically I got the DVD, cracked open the case and put the disc underneath my shirt. I walked out, literally moments a lady shows me her ID and tells me to come back in, I push her out of the way and run for it. I remember just running & running & running, until she gave up. I thought I was sweet before one of the workers from the store appears out of nowhere and grabs me (dude was a tall athletic type) so he has me and is bringing me back, when I decide to push him to the ground and run off, I remember looking back at him and saying SORRY!! as he climbed to his feet, a chase ensured for about 10 mins before I decide to jump down a 10 foot gap. I landed, took a couple of steps and collapsed in exhaustion. He grabbed me again and took me back to the store. They call the police, tell me I'm under arrest, read my rights. Basically I'm shitting my pants when they tell me I'm under arrest and start sobbing. They asked me for a contact number for a parent so they could pick me up, I gave them my home phone number and (stupidly) told them my parents were on their 2nd honeymoon overseas and they would be back next week (they were out to dinner that night). Police drop me off home and tell me they will be back when my parents they will come charge me and record a strike against my name or some bullshit. I was living on edge the next week, waiting for them to come, two weeks passed, nothing, 3 weeks passed, a month, 3 months, 6 months! Nothing! They never came. That was the last time I ever stole anything. March 16th 2007.
I've basically cheated my way through 3 years of University at the moment. I don't want to do the degree, but my parents would be bummed as fuck on me if I was to drop out. So I justify the cheating. I know it's bad that I don't care, I just don't. I've always been told I'm full of potential. All my teachers would say it, family, friends, everyone. I don't think I've fulfilled even a little bit of it, I do everything half assed, and I can't help it. I've just gotten into the habit of being this lazy from a very early age. One or two times I've really put in effort and scored 95% & above, but most of the time It's around 55-75%. I mean at the end of the day anything over 50% is going to get me a degree. I'm like the Nick Trapasso of the Education world.
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