Journals on here are abused. I've heard too many dramatic sagas of teenaged dating excapades- I suppose it's natural to become a bit jaded to the details of it all. But I don't want to write any of that. I don't have a doting boyfriend or psychotic ex for you to worry about. So, carry on, dear reader, and I hope for your sake there's little melodrama ahead. So why am I writing, you may ask? Here's your answer, if you wanted one. I've simply got nothing else to do. It's 1:32 on a Saturday night, and I'm out in the Semi-Burbs, letting my brain gracefully biodegrade. My little brother is asleep in the next room; my mother- just down the hall. I'm trapped. I haven't left the house in two days. Don't read anything into that: I'm not depressed, or being held hostage by a violent criminal syndicate, or even exceptionally lazy. I prefer to go by moderately lazy. But moreover, there's nothing to do here. I moved here with my mom last March, and honestly, I probably haven't even spent a cumulative month here. It's just the most inane, banal, disinteresting place to live. Not to mention, everyone here is either a young family fresh from the countryside, or a geriatric, cranky, senior citizen that intends to outlive me. Now, in a movie- that kind of movie where all the colors are brighter and the lawns are all trimmed- this is where something eventful happens, I meet a new best friend, and some sort of endearing, heartwarming endeavor occurs, ending with the two of us becoming inseperable and spending the rest of the luxuriously long summer together. I don't live in a movie. The colors don't seem freshly Cloroxed, we don't have a lawn- just shrubbery- and the only person *near* my age is my brother. My brother, who has decided that he is going to grow up to be a rapper, and perform his hip-hop routines on the streets of the ghetto. He's a 10 year old chubby white kid from the 'burbs. I can't be seen with him in the public- he'll declare my Beatles tracks 'crap' and launch into a positively rousing rendition of Soulja Boy. I then ask him what 'Superman that ho' means. And he punches me. Now, I used to be able to physically overpower him, but I can't anymore. I'm a teenage girl and he's a perscription-drug-crazed tween the size of a battleship. He punches hard. It's 1:46. Writing this, whilst not monumental, has proven to be slightly more amusing than reading every MLIA ever published. And I only attempted MLIA because I'd *finished* LOLcats, FML, Failblog, EngrishFunny, Photobomb, Item not as Described, WTF pictures, A Softer World, XKCD, Questionable Content, and name another site, I'll probably have read that through too. I have a lot of time on my hands. I won't deny. My summer plans ended four+ weeks ago, and I haven't made any since. So, what I've been doing since then is going to rural Vermont, spending a few days, getting bored, and leaving for New York. I get to New York, spend a few days, get bored, and go back to Vermont. I live in New York. I'd like to say Manhattan. I want to say Manhattan. I currently reside in a forested semi-burb in Queens. I don't like it. My dad lives in Manhattan. He has a nice little flat there. I have my own bedroom. Most of my stuff is there. I lived there for the last year and a half. It's convienient to my school, and a lot of my friends live nearby. Why am I not there? My mom. She wants me to move in with her. I can't, though. It's 2 hours from my school, and I'd have to live with my brother. We can't stand eachother. My mother and I have more in common. We're both overdramatic. We always get along for a few days, and then we fight. Now, that's all fine and dandy now, but soon I'll have classes again, and no time for spats like that. But I can't say no. She's spent so much money fixing up my room, to bribe me to come here. She even sold some of her books to make room for mine. I feel bad, but it makes no sense for me to live here. But the room is so big, and she doesn't yell at me for using the Air Con. Oh yeah, and I have to decide by Labor Day. Chit. I've been listening to Counting Crows and The Barenaked Ladies lately. I don't really know why. I find it ironic that I used "Pinch Me" to title this song. A song about apathy and disdain for suburbia? Whyever was it chosen? [It was actually an accident. I'm not that good.] Right now, though, I'm listening to "Fresh Feeling" by Eels. Now, aside from the fact that I find if funny that the word "Feeling" contains the word "Eel," it's a nice song. It's got a sort of quiet, enticing rhythmn that is lulling me to sleep a little. As is "Beautiful World," by Colin Hay- the next song on the playlist. Now, this stuff isn't my regular listening. I pick more indie, more eclectic stuff, but, as of late, some more simple, classic music has been soothing. Of course, that's intermingled with Harlem Shakes and Anathallo. I'm learning Japanese because of Anathallo. Japanese and Greek. The Greek is the band name. "To refresh, to renew, to bloom again." The Japanese is the song lyrics: Mi Te O Watashi No; Ue Ni O Kare Mashita. I think. I'm probably horribly wrong. But that's the last, beautifully rhythmical 20 seconds of their track, "By Number." Honestly, I'm hoping the language will impress my crush. He's pretty good at languages. Latin and Greek and the like. I can speak some pretty pathetic Spanish. That's really it. I'm so hopeless. =P I've written quite a lot, haven't I. Color me impressed. 2:17 AM, and I may well call it quits after this is published. Ahd'yos, anonymous public!

What grade is the last person you texted in? Honestly? I don't remember who it was. Do you miss the way things used to be? So much. More than I'd like to let anyone know, I suppose. When did you last cry? Why? A few days ago, I guess. I was lonely. It's too quiet here sometimes. I miss NYC a little.... Is there anyone who doesn't like you? I guess. I'm generally nice....but I have my limits. What are your favorite colors? Indigo & Purple....indigo because it's beautiful but indecisive ~ it has no definition. What are you doing the day after tomorow? Waving goodbye to my father- starting my stay alone in the blackest night country. Have you ever liked someone who treated you like crap? Only because I let myself be treated that way....I'm too shy sometimes. Truly and unreasonably. Is there anybody you wish you could be with right now? My reticent life Fails. Is there something you wish you could tell someone but can't? I DISAGREE WITH ORWELL'S THEORY ON LANGUAGE. I LIED. I WAS FLUSTERED. I'm sorry. Do you know anyone who acts tough, but they really aren't? Humankind. Do you listen to a wide range of music, or one specific kind? Indie. Alternative. Acoustic. Mostly indie. Has someone ever called you at midnight on your birthday? Could someone? Novemberseventeenth. Your ex calls wanting to hangout, what do you say? I have no ex. I'm too young, but too 'old.' What are some things that you have to have everywhere you go? iPod Classic with Sony Headphones. A book. How many chances do you tend to give people before enough is enough? Infinity. I lack the moral resolve to hold a grudge, really. Connection between you and the last person who text messaged you? See first question. Where is your mother, or father? Father ~ Upstairs. Mother ~ Several hundred miles away.... Do you ever have days when you just want to stay in bed all day long? Try today...I do- alot. If you had to choose between a million dollars or to be able to change a regret? Million Dollars. There's nothing I regret that much. What was the last thing that made you laugh? A joke my dad's friend made, I suppose. Are you the youngest person living in your house? Ja, currently. My brother's younger, though. Do you wear your seatbelt in the car? Yeah. Why wouldn't you? It's not worth risking your life over. Is there such thing as a perfect relationship? I want to say there is....I want that desperately; with every fiber of my being. Unfortunately reason has proved it false...although would it be the first time life has transcended reason? If you want to get married, what age? I don't care. All I care about is the person.