I don't remember these things, but I'm told I did them.
My sister says that she was sleeping on the floor waaaaaay back when she was still in middle school. I was supposed to wake her up for something but when I tried she was pretty much in a coma. She says that I shook her, almost violently, but she still wouldn't wake up. She tells me that at that point I went and got a pillow, laid it next to her sleeping body, and kicked her through it. She woke up then.
Katie tells me that back in the second semester of freshman english in high school (That class was such a joke. Teacher had the laziest eye ever and didn't know jack shit about any of the material. Rumor has it that Katie's tendancey to be outspoken about our teacher's shortcomings contributed greatly to her resignation. *applause* but I digress...) when I sat in front of her, that one day I turned around without saying anything, took a bite of the sandwich that was sitting on her desk, put it back on the desk, and turned back around to return to what I was working on. Now, at that point, Katie and I were familiar with who each other were, but we didn't really know a whole lot about each other, making my taking a bite of her sandwich without saying anything a)rude and b)bizarre as hell. I wish I could say that I would never do that, but I wouldn't put it past my 15 year-old self. I was a weird kid...
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