  I was looking for picks in the music section (to no avail) at Traget today. That is when I saw that "Give Up" was being sold in the "Breakthrough Artists" section. Tears welled up in my eyes. Hillary Duff's "music" was featured in the same category, wasn't she? My heart hurt. Several gansta-looking gentlemen starred at me and snickered, but I couldn't care less. It was one of the worst moments of my life, and I can't even explain why. I felt so personally and so deeply hurt. Why, oh, why is The Postal Service now available to the lip-glossed, MTV-ified, FUBU-clad masses?
------------------------------------------------- I got my ass in gear and finished some poetry for Creative Writing. There seems to be no middle line for me; my writing is either deeply personal or totally shallow. But it makes me uneasy to turn in poem with the lines "the heat isn't in the flame" and "silent lips don't say there's a warmth here with you". It feels wrong to turn in poems about sexual longing to my middle-aged male teacher. So instead, I write poems about how much fun summer is a liking my parents. Affectionately... Anna 
