James Taylor
One warm summer night, my friend and I were driving through downtown Portland and my friend, who was driving, started to roll through a stop sign, looking only to the left to see if she was clear to go. I looked to my right and saw a man about to walk in front of her car, so I start to say, Pedestrian, and instead screamed at the top my lungs "IT'S JAMES TAYLOR!" and she started screaming too, and of course all the windows were rolled down, so he heard us loud and clear. As James walked in front of her car, he did this funny little "oh no, don't run me over" kind of of pantomime that was so cute! So yeah, I basically saved James Taylor's life.

I was so busted. I saw a commercial on TV where a woman wrote on a mirror with lipstick. It seemed like such a fantastic idea, so I ran to the bathroom, grabbed my mom's lipstick and went to work. It was fun, but not as thrilling as I thought it would be. I made a half-assed attempt to clean it with the windex and went on with my life. A couple hours later my mom comes home, sees the streaky mirror, checks her now-ruined lipstick, puts two and two together and asks me directly: Did you write on the bathroom mirror with my lipstick? I looked her straight in the eyes and said "No." Honestly, it hadn't occured to me that it was a stupid thing to do until the moment she asked and I just panicked. So I was busted for a) ruining the lipstick, and b) lying about it. Now that I think back, every time I got in trouble was because I did something dumb and then lied about it. In my defense though, I never thought I was doing something wrong until I realized I was in trouble. My intentions were always pure!