I’m kind of out of ideas to write about, so now it is time for…………
A XANGA OF SHAME!!!
(or semi-shame, because some things just shouldn’t be made public)————————->
-In first grade, I was playing with these weird film things with Eric Wilsterman’s little sister. I forget exactly what they were, but we decided to pop out all the film and ruin them. Later my mom found them, and she asked if Lizzie had destroyed them all or if I did it, too. I blurted out, “IT WAS ALL LIZZIE!” My mom was like, oh, okay, well next time she’s here tell her not to do it again! Later I felt AWFUL. I was playing in the kitchen and my mom came in and I burst into tears, but I couldn’t tell her the truth. That night I remember thinking, “maybe someday when I’m like 15 or 20 it won’t seem so bad and I’ll tell the truth then!” But I still couldn’t sleep, and for the next week I couldn’t even look my mom in the eye.
-Another time in first grade, my best friend decided to write on her desk and I thought it was REALLY COOL and decided to do it too! I started writing “Brook” in cursive because he sat next to me. I got to “Broo” when my teacher came over, and then I stopped and looked all innocent. Immediately she was like “WHO WROTE ON THE DESKS??” I was terrified and just shook my head when she asked me. Then she saw the “Broo” and said to Brook, “I think it was you. I see a B, an R, an O, O…” Brook yelled, “I don’t even know how to write in cursive! It wasn’t me!” Then she took him over to a corner and gave him a little talk, which I heard every word of: “Brook, I’d rather have you just admit to me that you did something wrong than keep lying about it. I know that it was you.” He was like, “NO it wasn’t!” She said, “I know that you did it. Please stop lying to me.” Then she made him clean all of it off! I. FELT. AWFUL. I wanted to die SO incredibly badly. I was convinced that god would come down and cut off my head and then hurl me into the pits of hell.
-In second grade, me and the same best friend (ok, Rachel Sorenson) decided to play a little trick on Tony Shimmel. He had this stuffed bunny that he was obsessed with, so we stole it during lunch and buried it under the pebbles on the playground. He started freaking out when he couldn’t find it…but finally someone stepped on it and dug it out, and it was all brown and gross. Tony sat in the corner the rest of the day crying and holding his gross bunny.
-In kindergarten, me and Rachel (once again) plotted how to make this certain girl get out of our school. We decided that we’d make a gross drink with hair in it and give it to her, so she’d drink it and throw up. OR there was a certain food she was allergic to, so we wanted to sneak that into her lunch. Finally we decided to make a prank call to her mom and say that the girl had been accepted into a really good private school, and should leave Winchester at once. Once the girl heard us and told the teacher. Like the brat I was, I said, “We weren’t talking about that X…we were talking about my COUSIN X!” I was such a little jerky kid 
-In the second grade, a certain man in my grade called me every afternoon to come over and play. But I was completely embarrased about having a “boyfriend” so EVERY single time, I made up another lie to him about why I was busy. Some were very creative…and I never did end up going to his house.
-In 6th grade I cheated on a dumb 10-point english pop quiz. I didn’t know any of the answers so I “stole” two from someone (alright, ANne). I would feel much worse except she got them wrong too, so it didn’t really matter.
-In 8th grade Ms. Fagan had “conduct points.” One day I forgot my colored pencils, and she was going to take off a conduct point if we didn’t have them. For some reason I was convinced that one conduct point off would make me fail science…so when she came around I pretended that Haley’s were mine. Everyone at my table was shocked and like, “CHRISTINE a liar?? Why did you do that???” I was soooo ashamed. I got an A in science that term but I was convinced it was because of the point I cheated on. When my parents were happy I wanted to flush myself down the toilet and go live in a pipe.
-In eighth grade I played a very weird “joke” on Katie (T.). When she found out and was really mad, me and Caitlin got twice as mad back at her. I sent her a semi-mean email and then was a total jerk the next day. Even though it was COMPLETELY my fault! But um…you’ll have to ask me to get more specific on this one because I’m not writing it on xanga. :-0
-Come to think of it, I was an jerk all through 8th grade.
-In 9th grade…this isn’t really GUILT but um…there was this person that I just couldn’t talk to (aren’t you suprised?). Due to certain circumstances, this person and I were left alone in a room at someone’s house for maybe…3 or 4 minutes? THE ENTIRE TIME we just sat there basically watching each other. Not speaking. It was the most awkward thing EVER! Talk about painful silence…haha this qualifies as shame because it was definitely my fault.
-UUhh, ok well there’s 50 more things but this is way too long, and besides it’s much more fun to write about dumb stuff from 1st grade than from like, last week. SO hereby ends my xanga of shame! (for now)
Everyone add your own shame stories as comments! 
!!!!! (although it’s really time for someone to get a haircut), but anyways…
It’s really sad though. I should relieve them of myself except I need/want the money. Oh yeah and also the manager is like 18 and I saw him making out in the mall and he saw me too and that makes it REALLY fun!! 
Travels in the Cordillera Huayhuash and Cordillera Blanca 