  After being inspired by the sites of others, I just may have found a potentially quasi-obsessive past time. If you're reading this, you've undoubtedly stumbled upon the wrong location: and for this error I am most sorry. I have little indication of whether or not these sorts of things will be interesting to anyone. All I can assume is that in some inconceivably cultured city, somebody will stumble upon these writings and look at my world with wonder.
Can it be possible that this girl's environment is so artificial? You betcha. You have your coffeehouses, poetry readings, theater, art galleries, and flea markets; and I have a painfully predictable, dizzyingly image-induced, monarchy-of-the-preps ruled high school. Yet I bend to the will of the trendy, coware behind the facade of fake interest, and burry myself in widely-accepted protocol. I find little solace in the fact that school is ending for the summer, because this cycle will continue to perpetuate once again after a three month hibernation.
Where do I find ultimate venting abilities? In my writings... and now, with much needed anonymity, I'm making them public. Affectionately... Anna 
