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Sophia is an eighteen year old dreamer, lover, skater, deviant, singer, artist, actress. model, rebel, lazy bum, otaku, frag doll, coffee-addict, pessimist, single-and-pretending-to-be-happy-about-it, overscheduled, undersexed, buys any magazine that says 'healthy body image' on the cover and every two years takes up knitting for...a week.

Cops are Creepy

Yesterday marks my first traffic violation.

I was driving my sister, brother-in-law, and cousin in the fort area, then a yellow light came on, so I slowed down... but then it turned red. But I was on the yellow-line-Xed area (do you call that the intersection?) and I know you aren't supposed to stop there (my friend Maynard got caught there I think heehee!) I was on the wrong lane too because we weren't supposed to turn that way, so I just kept going.... Then, to my horror, a cop made us stop.. And I was shivering when I got out of the car (I had to dig out my license pa from my school bag), and I explained what I meant and didn't mean to do, and I said I was sorry and wouldn't do it again, then to my increased horror I started to cry!!

Why did I do that? The other cop came and they started making fun out of how long my name was, and he asked me what my nickname was *shudder*, and I told him I just got my license, then he acknowledged how hard I worked for it, and they do their jobs too, but I couldn't stop the tears from flowing HAHA . They let me go without having to surrender my license or anything. I just don't know why I cried.

My violation was swerving and passing on a red light.

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