I was really baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad....*cringe factor ahead*

In no particular order...

(On the subject of underage drinking, my parents let both my brother and I start drinking from age 15, three years before legal adulthood. As a result, we both learnt about responsibility with alcohol by the time we became legal. Which brings me to confession number one)

- A month before my 18th birthday, Mum took me to the races in the country. We both got stuck into the wine and orange, not to mention the riccadonna. A little bit worse for wear, we were stumbling about the place and giggling. It must have been Mum's idea to chat up the two cute policemen ... it certainly wasn't mine. Luckily, they were focussing on my cleavage and not the fact that I was underage!

- I was really naughty in highschool. One day, we wagged PE and stole all the goodies out of our classmates' lunchboxes. Immature, I know. I smoked the cigarettes I stole from my auntie in the toilets and blamed it on some ninth graders. Who then got suspended. I cheated on my French test, and encouraged the rest of the class to do the same. I snuck some alcohol to school in my drink bottle, but it was too disgusting to drink. I let off illegal firecrackers at the local shopping mall. I was really ashamed of myself when my geography teacher phoned my parents - to tell them what a smart pupil I was!

- I stole $15 from my stepdad's wallet.

- I told my brother, age six, that Santa wasn't real.

- I said a bad swear one day when I was ten. Blamed it on my brother who prompty got his mouth washed out with soap.

- I dared my brother to use the kitty litter. He did.

- I dared my brother to throw a firecracker off Dad's balcony. He did, it flew onto the balcony below. The firebrigade were called. Mum was never told.

- I threw a water bomb at a moving car and broke the dorky protector visor thingey.

- My friends and I used to play "Chicken."

- A guy at school was really, really, really scared of spiders. To the point of psychosis. I bought a MASSIVE fake spider. This thing was so comical, no one could really believe that it was real. I put it in his desk. He let out an almighty shriek in history class and earned himself detention. I then put real spiders into his glue stick and scored an even louder scream and more detention.

I am now TERRIFIED of spiders. I just killed a baby redback on my hand. That's the second baby redback I've found in the house. Those things have been known to kill young children and the elderly. Karma at work.

I am also a model citizen and, believe it or not, actually got a really good score at the end of highschool!

Confessions of a reformed degenerate adult:

1) I can't cook
2) I kiss my cats
3) I eat too many tortilla chips, lollies and icecream
4) I am addicated to <i>Australian Idol</i>
5) I think Orlando Bloom is really cute

Argh! The shame! Feel better now for confessing all.