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

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...

There is something seriously wrong with me. Of course, we've been through this about a million times before. It's just, I'm not getting better. Blame it on the fact that I haven't taken my zoloft for a little less than a week. Maybe it's been more. Blame it on whatever you want to, actually. I don't much care. All I know is I am starting to get desperate. Desperate to get out of... here. My life and my self. I've got two serious choices now and I am ready to make either of th...

[I was reading an article by Unfairman and I liked it a lot. I wrote a great reply to it, and I decided I liked the reply so much that I would repost it as an article. It shows my superb wit and my weird, weird mind. Read on!] You wanna know something? Those Penny Donation things make me mad. Hear me out, though. They make me mad for a very good reason. One day when I was very stoned, I went to the local pizza place with my friend, and I was standing in front of said Penn...

This is the second part of my "desperation blog" (AKA I'm Running Away). This is the questions and the answers, hopefully. Where will I go? I don't know. I know that I cannot go home. And home is more than just lil ol' Moose Lake... Home is Duluth, Cloquet, Cromwell (especially). These are the places that I cannot go, the places that I must leave behind me in order to get ahead . So where shall I go? Who knows. And how am I going to do it? I can't do it without money, th...

It hit me like a freight train today. I'm moving home in less than a week. School will be over. My friends and I will be scattered about the midwest. I'm moving home on Friday, and will be stuck there for the rest of the summer. I'll have to work all the time. I'm moving home. Holy fuck. I don't want to go home. I don't want to be there. I don't want to live with my parents. I don't want to have to answer to someone. I don't want to do any of that. And I really don't want to be in...

Today's one of those days when I want to hang that Happy Bunny sign outside my door. I don't need to, though, because no one visits me. I'm actually glad of that right now. I don't need to use any of my limited energy to go to the damn door and pick up that damn sign and hang it up. Thank God. I just don't want to talk to anyone today. I don't want to see anyone. I don't want to hear anyone's voice, except for the voices that are singing on my iTunes and realplayer. No one else. No t...

Tonight I'm not going to drink. It will be the second night in two weeks. It's a good idea. I felt like SHIT this morning when I woke up. Well, that's a lie, I didn't wake up until about 1:15. But I felt like shit. Maybe even beyond just "shit." I mean, I was freaking DEPRESSED. It was scary. Like, masochistic-depressed. That's not good. But, around two-thirty, something changed and I feel great. Cold, but great. I'm trying to listen to really happy/hyper songs and continue being ...

I well I have a problem!! My thumb... well, it's pretty stoned. We celebrated for 4-20 but well you know there's somthing wrong with the head on my thumb. It thinks it wants to break itself. Oh it's making me mad, it's bending soooo wrong! Thumbs ain't supposed to bend that way. But my mind is trying to control it's movents.... So it's not breaking, but it's trying so damn hard!!! I'm having a problem typing with these findger s right now. I'm deleteing a lot of mistakes, but this o...

I'm back at school finally. I don't want to be here. I'm lonely, and my closest friends, the ones I hang out with all the time, are dating, well, each other. It's not bad at all, I just get lonely sometimes. Maybe I'm jealous that I don't have anyone to hang out with anymore. That sucks. I feel just overall kind of down. I'm gonna take my zoloft in a minute... But that's not it. It's everything else, you know? I mean, it's boys. It's the situation that's going on with my family. It's...