Summer's Shenanigans

I can't even explain how incredibly ANGRY I am. This is supposed to be the best time of my life. I just bought an awesome new car, I'm in escrow for my first house, I'm in love with the person I'm going to spend the rest of my life with, my business has grown beyond my wildest expectations, for the 1st time in my life, I have a decent amount of money saved and...I'M INCREDIBLY FUCKING PISSED OFF.

While all of these amazingly awesome things are happening, I just can't get over the pathetic loss of control of one Carlsbad police officer. Essentially, what happened that night was that my big mouth embarrassed officer (edit: I removed the officers name until I get the correct spelling) to the point where he lost control. He was so pissed off that I called him a moron and flipped him off in front of a group of people that he tasered me THREE TIMES and arrested me. Obviously, tasering a 118 pound girl with no reason is not really acceptable, so he made up some charges in order to arrest me and to try to (weakly) justify his actions. I'm being charged with the following three crimes:

- Drunk in public

- Trespassing

- Resisting arrest

Can someone please explain to me how I could be "drunk in public" and "trespassing" at the same time? Any one? And for the "resisting arrest" charge, that is just fucking pathetic. I stand 5'6" tall, weigh 118lbs and I got hit from behind by someone that did not identify themselves as a police officer. Yes, I was slightly dazed and tried to get to my feet. I hardly think that should scare a police officer enough to think that his only resort was to taser me while I was layed out, face down on the sidewalk and he was on top of me.

I spent 2 hours in the hospital. When the officer took me to the hospital for "routine vitals" since I got tasered, my heart rate was DOUBLE what it normally is and the doctor would not release me. Since drinking fluids did not bring down my heart rate, I had to be hooked up to an IV. When that still did not bring my heart rate back to normal levels, I was given a drug test (and, yes, that came up 100% clean, of course).

There's plenty more to this story that will make you think, "You have to be fucking kidding...", but the more I talk about it the more pissed off I become, so I'm going to try and get some work done before I toss and turn and continue to stew about this...In the begining I was (almost) fine because I believed in the justice system and thought that the officer that did this will get what's coming to him because HE IS GUILTY and I AM INNOCENT, but the more I think about it and the more stories that people tell me, the more worried, sad and angry I get. I tried asking some simple questions to the police chief of Carlsbad and he was totally rude an elusive. He told me that I could not get a copy of my police report and that I would have to hire a lawyer to get it (which is complete bullshit). So basically, to defend myself against these incredibly stupid, false charges, I have to hire a lawyer and private investigator, which will cost me about $20,000 out of pocket. Which I might be able to recover a year or two down the road, if I sue the Carlsbad Police Department. But, winning a case would mean that the judge and jury would have to believe me and my witnesses over a police officer and his witnesses. Even though I am an outstanding citizen and Carlsbad business owner, I am instantly at the disadvantage of a cop that will obviously lie in order to save face.

Now can you see why I'm incredibly fucking pissed off?!

Labels: Police, Tasers, The Justice System

This arrangement of mystery flowers showed up on my doorstep today. It was addressed to me, had my address and my cell phone number, but no clue as to who they are from. It wasn't Stefan and as far as I know, anyone that has my cell phone number does not know my address.

Maybe the cop that tasered me three times for no reason has a conscience after all? Haha, just kidding (although the Carlsbad PD does know my address and cell number now...). Any one want to claim responsibility?

Thanks to Shawn for the blog tag, I'm supposed to tell everyone 5 Things You Don't Know About Me:

1. I was born at home and spent the 1st night of my life sleeping on the floor since my crazy, poor, hippy parents couldn't afford a crib.

2. I lived in a dumpy, white trash trailer on an Indian Reservation when I was a kid. We also lived in a quonset hut.

3. I got kicked out of Ramona High School, but mysteriously graduated from there.

4. I had to quit volunteering at the Humane Society because I have a bleeding heart when it comes to animals. I wanted to take them all home and give them a better life and since I couldn't, it was super depressing.

5. I've assisted in cutting off hundreds of puppies tails, including Kuta's.

I have blog tagged the following people: Stefan, Bulb Boy, Mediaguru and Lever, so let's see who wants to play...

[edit] I just realized that my entire list are all past experiances, so here are 5 Things You (probably) Didn't Know About Me - Present Tense:

1. Everytime I go grocery shopping alone, I eat an entire pound of cherry tomatoes on the way home.

2. I snowboard better then most guys I know.

3. On average, I work 12 hours a day.

4. I eat meat, but if I so much as think about what it really is while I'm eating it, I want to puke and can't eat anymore.

5. I have never even tried street drugs (minus a couple of bong rips in high school) and I don't take prescription drugs either. I've never even taken antibiotics. [/edit]

After I got arrested, I got to kick it in the drunk tank with a few other women. One women had been pulled out of a ditch where she was passed out and had thrown up all over herself. Apparently she had just come from a Christmas party and was wearing a red velvet skirt and a wife beater (covered in puke, at this point). Another women was most likely homeless and definately crazy. One minute she was calling us bitches and the next she was telling us "God bless you". She had obviously been there before as she was smart enough to steal all of the toilet paper to use as a pillow. Another women I was talking to started drinking vodka at 8am that morning and didn't remember anything after 11am. She didn't even remember getting arrested or booked into jail.

One thing that I found especially interesting was that these women (all self proclaimed alcoholics) were given medication by the jail so they wouldn't feel sick. By 6am they were all pacing around, calling the nurse and saying, "Oh my god, I'm going to be sick if they don't get me some meds!". Well, no fucking shit, you're going to be sick, you just told me that you drank a GALLON OF VODKA today. Maybe if they didn't medicate these people, they would learn their lesson and that alcohol ='s hung over at some point. But then, what do I know. Apparently I'm a criminal...haha

Labels: The Justice System

So I just got back from jail. Sitting in a holding cell and staring at a wall for 10 hours is boring.

What do you think of my mug shot? It was taken at 3am, since I had to be held at the hospital for 2 hours since I got hit with a tazer three times and they couldn't get my heart rate back to normal. I guess a 118lb girl really scared the cop that arrested me. The poor guy is already the laughing stock of the police dept...haha. Any how, more on how I ended up in jail later. I have to get back to work. I was without my computer for almost 24 hours and I have work to do!

Labels: The Justice System

Here is the email I just got from Momma Vicious:

"Remember when I told you I woke up at 222am thinking about you. Then I got on the computer because I thought you were not moving to the right place and my premonition said "Carpinteria". So I Google map it and see Summerland just to the north of Carpinteria. I know you should be the mayor of Summerland. Anyhow, I looked at the map again and, damn, there is a Rincon Beach just to the south of Carpinteria. You guys have the WRONG Rincon Beach!!! Now it is all easier and I can take the train up to see you guys and Kuta and Monkey don't have to fly. Call me the mommy psychic, OK. Check out the map:

http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Carpinteria,+CA&ie=UTF8&z=13&ll=34.414982,-119.537086&spn=0.106211,0.218525&om=1&iwloc=addr

I think you two need to go on an excursion up there for some reason while you are in LIMBO.

Love you!"

Well, Robin, please do tell me what the median price for a 6 bedroom home, with 3 acres, 3 minutes from the beach, in Rincon, CA is. Also, is the climate tropical? Can I wear a bikini every single day? No? Okay, I'm off to Puerto Rico then :).

The funny thing is that Robin has all this anxiety about me living far away, BUT I will see her just as much (if not more) then I do now (she lives a hour away now, so it's not like either of use just "stop by"). I'm keeping my business in San Diego and 80% of the conventions that I go to are in Vegas, so I'll be around quite a bit.

Maybe if you let me be Queen of Summerland..."Mayor" sounds so common...;)