Last night was wild. We got really drunk, me and some friends, and it was all a good time!!! Well, for the most part, at least. Mine and my best friend's "neighbor" (cute kid ) got us some weed and it was all good. I have a place to move, too. If I want to. It's 225 a month, and in Carlton. I haven't decided yet, but it would be cool. Anyhow. On to the life lesson I learned last night. We were all drunk, and I was in the backseat of Shan's Camaro, pretty near passed out, when I heard h...

The more people complain to me the more I realize how much my life has sucked. In fact, it's not just people complaining to me. It's people complaining period. I mean, try living your entire life with someone who hates your guts and just wants you to fucking die. Try living with someone who does everything possible to make you feel as low as you possibly can. Can and does. I'm taking shots right now. The sting of alcohol down my throat is the only thing that reminds me I'm alive. It'...

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...

I am supposed to find a poetic (or not poetic) song for extra credit in my lit class. This sounds like the easiest assignment in the world, if you are not a poetic genius/freak. I listen to songs for A) their musical quality and their lyrical quality. Of course, the songs I pick for lit are based solely on their lyrical content, and the music doesn't come into play at all. That, of course, annoys me. I have many songs that I find awesomely amazing, because of both their poetry and the...

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...

Would you know my name If I saw you in heaven Would it be the same If I saw you in heaven I must be strong And carry on 'Cause I know I don't belong Here in heaven Would you hold my hand If I saw you in heaven Would you help me stand If I saw you in heaven I'll find my way Through night and day 'Cause I know I just can't stay Here in heaven Time can bring you down Time can bend your knee Time can break your heart Have you beggin' please Beggin' please Beyond the doo...

I look like a fifties housewife today. I bet Joan Cleaver would be applauding my outfit. It's cute, though!! A nice big puffy black and white flowered tea-length skirt and a black shirt, and a string of fake pearls. They're really long pearls. It's cute. I know it. And I'm listening to oldies. The perfect combo!! It's been relatively a good day. I went grocery shopping today for the first time in ages. It's good to have money to spend on whatever. And it's almost Easter. I like Easte...

I just wrote this email to my friend, and it was so important that I decided I could do it no glory by trying to retype it, to say it again, in different words, because it would never mean as much as it did the first time the words came from my soul. So here it is. In all its glory, or whatever it has. ~Anne You know, I was watching TV today. Well tonight, really. I was watching a TV show and well I guess I was realizing that when things change they can never change back. I've a...

It's a good day. I feel lazy as all hell right now, and don't feel like writing much else. It's seventy three degrees outside, I can hear birds, it might rain, I have a little bit of alcohol that could very well give me a nice lil buzz, I have weed, and I have smokes. I don't have any reason to complain! I didn't go to class today because I had to register for fall semester, I have a check for $100 and some ones in my back pocket, I'm going grocery shopping tomorrow, and I have less than a...