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... was pretty epic.
When Alyssa and I weren't frolicking in the ocean, we were pacing up and down the boardwalk, stalking the hoards of stray cats, eating impressive amounts of awesome food, searching for ferris wheels, lawling at the Ripley's exhibits, commenting on the cultural diversity of the city (HOT ASIAN BOYS GALORE LOLZ), and exploring the wide variety of stores that carried merchandise we could never afford.
Oh, and getting our fortunes told too.
Yes, we succumbed to the joys of getting our palms read, getting fed total BS, and being ripped off all in one process. Although the readings were advertised as "$1", they were actually $10, but since I only had $9 our fortune teller was willing to drop the price for both of us. (Woo?!)
The funny thing is, even though I knew I was getting fed random BS, I really enjoyed this part of our frolicking in Atlantic City.
Alright, after I held my hands palms-up, the lady started by exclaiming over my long life-line and told me "that you should at least be able to live 'till eighty-one, and possibly longer if you stay healthy."
She then continued by describing the most observable characteristics of my personality by looking at my palms and my face. She categorized me as having been creative, lucky, and intuitive ever since birth (these being my major characteristics) and that I should explore these traits further by devoting myself to a profession that supports them.
She then suggested a list of "professional fields" that she thought would strengthen them; child-care, special education, healing/therapy, and the arts. (Ew for child-care and special education, though the last two seem more like me.)
After that, she began to discuss my current status in life and my relationships with my family and friends. She told me that I would be facing a lot of big decisions in the upcoming year (no duh; I *did* tell her I was eighteen), that I was currently going through some family problems (sort of true, but doesn't everybody?), and that a "change of scenery" in September would do wonders for me (heh -- wonder how she figured that out? College, anyone?).
Her next comment almost made me laugh out loud right there in the little closet-booth-thing, and it apparently had the same effect on Alyssa who was standing right outside the door. She apparently doesn't think too highly of you guys, because she somberly stated "while your friends strive to appear true to your face, you should always remain alert because they are far from it behind your back."
It made me think, at least. Definitely not something you want to hear about the people you care about the most.
After that she started talking about my future. Apparently I am "not to be married until you're at least twenty-four" and that she "could foresee two engagements but only one marriage in your future." Yippee.
She continued by telling me that my eventual husband will be "as creative and sophisticated as you are" and that he will be "very business-like and professional." She went on by talking about how he would probably be a leader in his field, very admirable, etc, etc. I immediately imagined your stereotypical, successful asian businessman, and I almost started laughing out loud again. (But he was a hot one in my mind-theatre, I'll have you know.)
Oh, and apparently we get two kids together. Joyous joy. However, according to our fortune-teller, "they will come much later in life." (Maybe by that time I'll get bored with being an individual?)
She wrapped it up by re-emphasizing the fact that I had a long life ahead of me, but as long as I continued to exercise my creative and hardworking nature, money and love would come fairly easily to me.
Aww, isn't it so sweet and vague?
Well, now I can cross that of my "Stupid Things To Do Before I Die" list at the very least.
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