  First and foremost, I just witnessed perhaps the funniest CD compellation commercial. Kate’s has infinity for On Tha Down Low (which, along with R. Kelly and Mary J. Blidge features homoerotic suggestions) But it has been topped by the advent of Thug Nation , which boasts:“ Whether you be a hustler, a gansta, or a P.I.M.P., Thug Nation gonna keep your game in check. ” It also gives a tremendously thug purple bumper sticker that says “ Holla 4 Thug Nation !” if you call and order in the next twenty minuets.
A glimpse into the scary world of my ineternal conflicts: Situation #1: Crying like a girl while listening to my CD mix “Sad songs to be sad about” Anna, you have to get off your carpet and do something more productive. I do not want to do anything productive. I want to be morose and silly. Morose and silly don’t get your History project done, now do they?
Arghhh…!! Situation #2: Flipping back and forth every minuet or so between VH1 and Oprah Is it really important that we know how the guy from American Idol got his stomach stapled? It’s somewhat interesting. Better than Julius Caesar. So what if J.C. sucks the life out of you? It’s a necessary evil. Arghhh…!! Situation #3: Braiding my dogs hair What the fuck are we/you doing?!? [No answer] This is so stupid… [No answer. I am giving myself the silent treatment. ] …and pointless! Arghhh…!!
I have projects due this week in Science, History, English, and a huge one in Math. I also had a goal to do some extra credit in Photography and start training to Track. I need something to blame for my lazy ass and apathy. But it all comes back to me. Too tired and worn out to do anything productive or important. All I want to do is sleep, but it’s not really an option. I hate being a teenager. Affectionately… Anna 
