Hi there. It’s been a while since I’ve talked to you. Well, not really talk. I mean, it’s been a while since I’ve TYPED to you. The summer (it’s the past now) has been great. I have been great. My mom has been great. My dad has been great. So on. How bout you? How’s life at your little (or big, or medium) cozy (or non-cozy) home (or outerspace, or the horse stable, okay I’m so done)?
Well I’ve been doing some traveling, in fact, A LOT of traveling. Due to my dad’s paranoid little mind, I have to share it to you AFTER we finished our little traveling spree. (He thinks someone from half-way across the world is going to come and hunt us down)
So, I’ve been to Macau and Hong Kong. Macau is NOT for underage people. If you’re underage and you go there, it’s not going to be fun. I’m underage. It’s not fun. I’ve been spending 2 days screaming in my mind “I wish I was 18, I wish I was 18.” Yeah. I really do. My daddy and mommy tells me not get out of boundaries when I see the sign because I CAN’T GAMBLE, and I’M FIFTEEN. I turned 15 a few days ago, thank you very much!
But, BACK TO MY POINT. When you turn 18, the whole world is free to you.
I picked up a brochure at the airport it said in big letters: WIN A TRIP TO HONG KONG AND MACAU FOR TWO!
In my mind I’m just like: Perfect! I can finally go with my friend WITHOUT my parents!
Just as I was writing in the information and feeling proud of myself, my eyes peered to the bottom – it was in mini mini letters: Be sure that you are 18 years of age.
At that, my whole hand freezed. UHSDAOGNEWGNKASKLD, ARE YOU SERIOUS?
Okay, I understand the whole parents thing and stuff but. WHY? I mean you can just give the parents a permission slip to sign or have them sign it in person like in front of the people but, SERIOUSLY. WHY?
The other day I went the spa with my mom. My mom was going to get a deluxe pedicure or something like that, and I was going to get a French manicure. We had everything planned in mind. When we went there, everything was fine, we asked the lady, she brought us in, and we told her what we wanted to do. My mom said she was gonna get a deluxe pedicure, and the lady marked stuff on her paper, then, my mom said I was going to get a french manicure. After she said that, the lady asked my mom. “Does your daughter have 18 years of age?”
At that moment I really wanted to twist someone’s finger. Definitely my mom said no, and I had to sit on the couch and wait with Vogue magazines for mommy to finish her deluxe pedicure (oandsafnsdkf).
I’m glad I’m home though. Everything’s done and gone, and I mean, manicures have no age limits here, and gambling? I know I have to wait a few years for the casino, but I’ve got my iPhone and iPad applications with me here, so I’m good to go. It’s good to be home.