• Listening to: On Mercury I hate: gooey lipgloss I love:chocolate! Quarter as a pick I cried for no reason Does that make me human Quarter for some feeling Bad posture is a friend For a slouching female Keeping me alive Am I still alive? Polkodots of rust Nature is a must It's ok to break the rules As long as you confess If you cut my hair Does that mean I'm not strong I'm hanging on Atleast in my heart. Hey all you wonderful people (and the not so wonderful ones too). School sucks, but what would you expect. I was elected to be Sarah Palin in the mock election. You know the only difference between a bull dog and a hockey mom is...lipstick. Teehee. Anyways, I am making flyers and shit. Some of these losers are getting into it. I mean REALLY into it. I can't take it anymore. I am sick of all this crap. I am constantly fighting with my mother and constantly wishing my dad would just drop dead. He's such an asshole, but usually I can deal with that. I just want to take my guitar and go away forever and never have to think about anything. My guitar is the only thing that is keeping me happy right now, and I don't even have a freakin pick, so I use a quarter. It sounds all scratchy and weird, but I got used to it. Art starts again on October 18th. Art makes me happy too. Self expression is extremely important to me. I don't know what I would do with out artistic expression. I like to use patterns and words and serreal images and ideas in my artwork. I don't care if other people don't get what it means, I don't even care if they like it. I just need it for myself. Plus, my art teacher is the only person I can actually have stimulating conversation with. I cant talk about certain things with my friends, they just don't get it or don't care about it. Politics, religion, philosophy, music, and anything else. I gotsa look nice on Saturdays, cause there is a cutie who takes art with me. Ha, but he's a year older and probably isn't interested in me or my silly crush. Why can't things be easier? Why are things like this easier for other people and not me? Well, that's my beef. Enjoy life.

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