Day One

I certainly didn't ask for any of this. And I'm certainly not going to like any of it.
I'm supposed to pose as a teenaged girl (easy to do since I am one) but on top of it all, a teenaged girl who likes to blog.

I. Don't. Blog.

I will not be a product of my generation and blab about my problems to the whole world. It's like a diary, except EVERYONE CAN SEE IT.

Normally, I wouldn't get caught up in stuff like this... but the government can be pretty persuasive. In addition, they're apparently pretty observant of us citizens, as they assure me that no one actually reads anyone's blog--- no one is reading this. At all. How fantastic, all the more reason for me to invest some time in every day.

So you (my imaginary reader) are asking why, then, am I doing this? Partly, it's so the government can keep an eye on me. Mostly, I assume, because of my father's work with the several shady characters that he has coming to his house.

Oh... I'm supposed to be very descriptive about these shady people... but none are here right now so I won't be going into that now.

Also, though, there's supposed to be some other reason for my involvement... but I don't know what it is yet. All I know is that when some creepy suit in sunglasses flashes you handcuffs and offers to arrest you for association to crime (my father's a criminal? ---No, that's not an admission!!---), you tend to do what he says...

He's reading my blog... the suit that is. His name is Marshall I think...

Hi Marshall...

Is this enough of a first entry for you? Is this enough? You told me to document what went on during the day, and to be specific about activities at home. Well, sorry to disappoint you, but nothing's going on here that's wroth reporting.

Lise, our maid, is vaccuuming. Father's watching the news (Channel 8 in case you were wondering) and I'm up here in my room writing up a lousy blog on my laptop about

Whoa... a limo pulled up! That's never happened before. Guess I'll go down and see who it is...