the lovely bones is fantastic. i cried like a hundred times. actually...like 7 times. i read the book, and i can safely say the book is as good as the movie. this is a completely, shameless plug. SEE THAT MOVIE SEE THAT MOVIE SEE THAT MOVIE. though i will say it lasted really long. stanley tucci is wonderful.

we are hideous creatures. we roam this planet we are given, and we pillage and plunder it for all it's worth. we move through relationships, however mundane, and we expect things from everyone. We steal. We kill. we destroy. we rape. we abuse. we lie and we cheat. we fill our bodies with trash and drugs. we have the ability to cause pain without touching. we are a might beast, humans. we are terrible and beautiful. treat me right.

i am rude. i am blunt. i have red hair and brown eyes. i dont give a shit what people say, but that doesnt mean i dont hear it. i dont paint my nails. i smoke weed. i curse very loudly. i belch in public. boys like me, and girls don't, but thats alright with me-i don't like girls. i party a lot. i sleep a little. i've got friends and i dont know how. i dont fall in love, and i like western movies. i read a lot. i scream a lot. i know how to be nice, but being onery seems to work for me. i'm an honor student and i dont know how it happened. i've got a lot of good things and some bad things too. and through all the dirt and grime...i'd say i'm genuinely happy.

so if youre going to write me a message, add a subject, if you please. we all know that without one, i can see the shit you wrote. thanking you kindly.

that you think i give a damn. i smoke weed and i'm probably a lot happier than you. shit fire.

is tapping his fingers on his desk like he's some sort of drummer. and i wouldnt mind if he was doing a good job. but so far, he blows. i'm going to chop his motherfuckingfingers off.

okay so some old guy deleted all my music off of my computer because it was "taking up too much space." thanks for informing me BEFORE i plugged in my ipod and it sync-ed automatically and WHAMBAMTHANKYOUMAAM... I have no music. So i went to target last night to buy panties and my dad's all "Kid i feel so bad about your music lemme buy you some cds i'm really really REALLY sorry." *insert emotional father-daughter hug here.* So i get home and show the woman that lives with me and she says "oh well he told me he didnt feel responsible at all waah waah waah i like making you feel like turd go cry." thats not verbatim. but still. so thanks for the pity gift. i would like you to know, daddio, i'm probably going to sell those cds and buy weed. thanks for the thought though. thats what counts, right?