so there i was in germany. where they had this "house of anne frank" memorial. it was the actual house and everything. Anyway I entered, without paying of course, (only becase i thought that it was a historical thing where u didnt have to pay) and there was this lady lookin' all pissed off at me she was yelling at me in german. I could'nt understand her, and it didnt even look as if she was talkin' to me cause there were so many other people around me.

I slowly walked away from her. The group of people kept her busy as i had escaped. i hid behind a bookshelf. i could see her walking around, i was there for an hour or so, then i started to write in a journal to keep me busy as she looked for me. she never did find me however there was this other guy there. i didnt know how long he was there but we started to play with this dradle that he made. It was wierd, but who cares atleast i got chocolate out of the whole thing.

Well i guess the moral of that story/journal entry is that if you live in a glass, house then get dressed in the dark.