Well, I have been trying to think of something to write on here for the past little while, but either nothing of any interest has been happening in my lack luster life, or whatever I have to say is just too depressing to bother making the 3 people that read this site read it. So instead I will tell a funny little story, just to help you get to know who I really am, just a little better....enjoy! When we were teenagers, my friends and I used to like to hang out at our school after hours and burn paper and stuff on the playground (why, I don't think anyone, including ourselves could ever understand) but we soon got bored with this, one of my friends decided to go into the school through an open window. This she did, and she went in and came back out. We left, and thought nothing more of the situation. That was until we got home, and the police called my house. My first reaction was panic. Full fledged, heart beating out of my chest, going to die panic. The police officer asked to speak to my parents. Both weren't home, or something, but that still didn't stop me from spilling my guts. I kept repeating over and over again that "I didn't do it", "I didn't do it". Which was the truth, I just sat on the swings, while I watched my friend climb in and climb back out. But so adamant was I to prove my innocence, that I told the police officer that I would take a test, the test to prove that I didn't do it: a pap test. Now I would give anything to see the face on the cop at the moment that I said that. I am sure that there would be nothing like it. The only response that he could formulate was "WHAT?!" Apparently, the test that I was looking for was a polygraph test, not a pap test. Although both could possibly prove one's innocence...I think that Mr. Police officer knew from that point, that I was more innocent than even I knew. Needless to say, no charges were laid.