  Modest Mouse is incredible. My love for them is so pure. I like them because their music is good. Not because someone I aspired to likes them, not because they're hip. They are just an excellent band. Especially "Night on the Sun" or "White lies, yellow teeth". Robin says, "You only listen to music by bands no one has ever heard of.
" And I took that as a compliment, in a way. My musical tastes are on such a higher plane than they were even last June. But I think that's just what happens to people when you're this young. My theory is, at this age, everyone is searching for some sort of identity. There are the kids who want to be thought of as punks, ones who want you to think they're "thugs", others still who want you to be scared of their dark eye makeup and love for songs about death and destruction.
It's not even limited to music. I've seen people change into "born-again" Christians, following the Bible to a tee and walking a straight path. Others still find they have a appetite for alcohol, or for drugs, and devote their lives to such things. Some girls attach themselves to boys, to their boy, and identify theirselfs as So-and-so's Girlfriend.
High school is teeming with this identity epidemic. As a freshman, I felt so bellow these people who "knew" who they were. I wanted that sort of self-assuredness. I wanted something to swear by, like they all seemed to. But with another year comes a change. I don't want people to identify me with something. I want to be Anna. And with every growing year, I'm reaching that goal more and more. Affectionately... Anna 
