I have to write on my intense jealousy of American writers in Paris at the turn of the century and into the twenties and thirties. They were so damn lucky!!!! Explanation: In my Paris class, we're reading a book called Women of the Left Bank which is over all kind of boring, I suppose, if you don't spend every waking moment wishing to be a writer surrounded by other amazing writers and artists. Especially in an amazing place like 1900's Paris. We're also reading The Autobiography of A...

Everyone who knows me knows I wear pink pink pink almost all the freaking time. I like pink, for sure. But my favorite color is green, the really bright neon greens and the pale pastel ones. Not dark dark green is icky. I like bright or light damn it! So I'm wearing green right now and remembering how much I love it, and hope to have a green room next year at college, or even after spring break, if I can help it. No, NM. Not after spring break. Too much to bring home on May 7. There'...

Welcome all to my week of hell... I have three tests this week (two down one to go) and had to lead class discussion in Lit. It is hard to study when you have three separate tests to study for, damn it!!! I guess it's something like finals, plus the lesson plan, and having to go to every damn class!!! If I didn't have any classes this week, just tests, it would be okay!!! But I am wiped out, and I think I have asthma. At least, I keep wheezing, because it feels like the area between...

Something funny happened to me today. I'm not too sure what it is, yet, but it is something. Maybe it's the fact that it's 5:37 pm and the sun hasn't fully set. That could have a lot to do with it. I sure like the sun, and I sure like spring, and I sure like it when the snow starts to melt. And it's 36 degrees out, and I feel like wearing a spring coat, and a skirt, and a cute spring shirt. In fact, I think something happened to me before today, perhaps this weekend, or even the weekend ...

I have just started a new blog site, for all my fictional writing, and poetry, and stuff. Feel free to check it out at any time. There aren't any stories, yet, obviously, because I just started, but I'm gonna start ASAP! ~Anne

Welcome all to my newest website... I pretty much made this one for all of my poetry, and story ideas, and stuff. Please feel free to comment on anything you want to, write something of your own, give me ideas! I love ideas and feedback! ~Anne

I used to be very spiritual. I used to be very religious. I went to church faithfully every Sunday, because I liked to. I loved singing in the youth choir. It was about the best thing ever on Sundays, and we sounded good, and I got to sing solos. (Solos worked wonders for my self esteem.) I used to pray every night, not for people, or for myself, but just to talk to God. I used to read the bible every night before I went to sleep, Psalms, usually. I used to believe in God, and believe that He wa...

I feel that I am a strange person with many a strange quirks. I continue to surprise myself in my capacity to care about people even when I don't want to, and probably shouldn't. It's emotionally draining, and I tend to get carried away. The one thing that has surprised me the most about my capacity to care happened about two years ago. I went with a church group to Minneapolis, and we did a bunch of things there. The first night we worked at a "soup kitchen", and I spent about three hours wa...

Im drunk. It's a good birthday. Theres some stweet boys i know How did i know they were sweet? i dunno. But they are. and i'm sad that they are and that i am so disappointng because, well, i am. But all the same, i feel great. I mean, i actually had a good birthsday. When i didn't lose any money, or worry about a boyfriend who didn';t really like me, pr anytthing, I Just worry about being able to put on some pjs for bd. Oh to hell with the PJs who need them antyway? Please forgive my horr...

Sometimes I think that, whenever I talk, or write, someone completely misunderstands EVERY THING I am saying. Wait, no, I see that everywhere I look on here!! It's like, everywhere I turn, I see someone making a list on the reasons why people are homeless, and how they could have prevented it (mainly, drinking and doing drugs stuck out in my mind), or calling God gay and Christians stupid, or trying to force their childish opinions down someone else's throat. Or they scream out unintelligent,...

I have a confession to make. I am afraid of love. I am afraid of feeling it, trusting it, needing it, enjoying it, and then losing it. Yet, interestingly enough, I am sensing a change in my opinion. I'm wondering things about love. Mostly, though, I'm wondering which will come first... My willingness to give love another try, or the person who makes me change my mind. I'm curious! I want to know. I want to learn. I love learning. Maybe it means I'm ready to try... and yet it seems waste...

Sometimes, it happens to some people, that they tend to care too much about people who might not deserve it. And of course, all parties involved realize it, and it's a sad thing, but forgiveness is always on their lips either way. I wish I was one of those people who could automatically press the block button in their minds, you know, say, "I don't want to care about that person anymore, so I'm going to block them." A simple idea, of course, kind of like turning them off with a TV remote. I w...

I suppose there comes a time in everyone's life when they have to ask themselves that life-or-death important question: Who am I? To be completely honest with myself, and everyone else, I have no idea anymore. I don't even know how to define myself anymore. I'm so lost... I need my identity. But what is my identity? I wish I could answer that question. I wish I could wake up one morning and just know, who it is I am, what I like, what I want to do with myself, and all of that. I ...

Ok, I think I'm pretty cute. But I don't understand. I do not know one guy who is even kind of interested in me. Not a soul!! With the exception of Ben Uno, not a single male here in Morris has ever even looked at me twice. And I'm cute!! But maybe I'm not?? Because uglier people are getting boyfriends... And girlfriends... And where am I in this? On the sidelines! Watching! Not even getting ANY offers! And I'm sweet. I smile. I'm friendly. I talk to people. But still nothing. What the hell am...

Dear Joe, It's been a long time, hey old buddy? I'm listening to Metallica. I haven't listened to it more than maybe three times since with you. I'm listening to "The Unforgiven" and fighting tears. I miss you so much. I remember you were wearing your Metallica hat. I remember us listening to Metallica in your old Caddy. You had the hood ornament, too. Because you didn't have the car anymore First off, of course, you hit about five trees in Ben's yard, and then you hit a deer, or wait is it...