  I only like that one Gary Jules song, and yet somehow I posses two tickets to his show. Talk about starving for live music. I'm missing Sasquatch (bands included: The Decembrists and The Postal Service) So I had to wean myself from sobbing by having something musical to look forward to.
It's on a Monday, which is great, maybe I won't go to school on the following Tuesday? I am desperate to get away from the evil that is LC. Oh, and the melodrama! Sometimes I feel like I am actually just observing myself. I am not this girl. This is not my life. Taken this way, giggling uncontrollably about a drawing on a penis-clad bunny rabbit is not so immature.
I don't have to feel bad about the careless things I've said because I'm not the one who says them! But then I snap back into reality and I'm every bit as dorky and immature and witless. Since when did white boys with dreadlocks seep into my consciousness. Oh, boys-- can't live without them, not legally of age to live with them. Affectionately... Anna 
