Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition.

three times in one day? This is a new record fuckers. I'm really only updating because I don't want to do my reading for Shakespeare. Procrastination is wonderful.

I know it might seem (to some of you) that I disappeared off the face of the planet, or got pregnant and sent away, or have AIDS or something but none of the above are true. ALL I do is school work and I still don't feel confident in my essays or assignments. It's a really unsettling feeling, like i've completely disregarded most of the people in my life for school and it's not like I have a really cool new boyfriend or have been going to frat parties or buying expensive clothing; I've been sitting in my bedroom for three weeks consumed with Thomas Moore and Vladimir Nobokov.

When did I get so neurotic? Why am I suddenly suck a stick in the bum? I never used to get stressed out and now I can barely sleep! I remember once saying to my sister that I wished Fifty Cent would get shot in the face, that way he'd have an excuse for being as ugly as he is. I'm starting to wish that I would just get shot in the face too, that way I would have an excuse for being an over-dramatic-angsty douch bag.

A story (compliements of 4 year old Alison Sowerby)

Once there was a dog named Sonic, he was black with brown paws. One day Sonic was walking and two dogs charged at him. They tumbled about, then they became friends. The dogs he met were named Chloe and Thunder. Chloe and Thunder were brother and sister, they invited Sonic to play. One day Thunder asked: "are you sure you guys like me?"
"Of course we do!"
"Buy, i'm a guy!"
"So is Sonic!!"
They all laughed.

The END**