Well okay, so I'm suppose to write a page about me. I don't know why I'm doing this, its's not as if anybody actually cares. But what the hell, I figure why not let people come here, read it, and think "god, after reading this, my life seems pretty good." well, where should I start? My birth? Why, its not like I remember it. My death? Can't (even though several of you want it to) it hasn't happened yet. So, if I can't start at the beginning and I can't start at the end, why not just jump around. Oh sure, I could start at the middle, but what fun is that. I'll be adding bits and peices as i come up with them. One of the earliest memories I have is of the greatest American past-times, and no I’m not talking about baseball, I’m talking about television. The greatest invention ever made. I actually remember sitting on the floor of our trailer in Texas, watching the show, “the Rockford Files,” when I was two years old. Now I’m not sure if that’s good, or if that’s the sign of a pathetic life in the making. Television hasn’t always been good. I actually think it’s created by the devil. I lived in Texas till I was two, then my parent’s got a job up in Missouri, working as managers for a Best Western. So I got to have the unique experience of growing up in a motel. Now what did this have to do with television? Ah yes, now I remember! Sorry, you’ll have to live with me jumping around in my ramblings every once in a awhile. Well back to the television being a demon. One night my younger sister, Rachel, and I were playing hide and seek. You know, the game parents love to play when you get annoying. I remember braggin bout how I was the best hider cause one time I hid from my mom for two weeks. Found out later my mom called it a different game...vacation. Anyways, my sister and I were playing hide and seek, and you know how sometimes when you stay in a motel, the rooms have a set of doors that connect it, and there is a small space between the doors? Well we had a set like that between our room and our parents room, and my sister thought she would be clever and hide in between the doors, leaving one of the doors open just a crack. Well I saw her hiding (okay I cheated, sue me) and I thought to myself, “I’ll teach her to try to be sneaky,” so I snuck up on the door and slammed it shut leaving her trapped in that tiny space. I then told her I was going to leave, and of course I got what I was looking for, she started to beg me not to, and I started to walk out of the room, letting her hear my voice leave, and she whined even more, and I walked into the living room, then I went back in and let her out. At least that was my plan. I actually got as far as the living room, then this evil demon, called a TV took control over my body, and forced me to sit there and watch it. I completely forgot about my sister till I got up to go get a drink and heard pounding on a door coming from some where. Then in the back of my mind I thought , “OHNO! I HOPE I DON’T GET IN TROUBLE WITH MY PARENTS!!”, oh yeah and “I hope she’s okay.” If it means anything I actually felt sorry for getting in trouble, er, I mean for doing it.