I'm feeling like a cowgirl today. I'm wearing my cowboy hat, and listened to country music. What sparked this, you ask? Well today I was looking at old pics from Arizona. Well they aren't so old...just a year, but Arizona puts me in the cowboy mood. I need to wrangle up some cattle and ride my horse across the desert, partner. Happy trails!

Hello. May I speak out about how much I hate the certain type of girl that is referred to as a "princess." I hate princesses. They bitch, and moan, and complain until they get their way, and step all over the so-called little people who work their asses off to get where they are in society. They cry to their daddies to solve their problems. This all comes out of a ceritain newspaper incident I encountered today, hell have encountered for four damn years. It all came to a boil on this last issue. Our Sports Editor decided last year to stop working on the newspaper, so my fellow co-editor in chief and I took her name out of the paper. No work...no recognition. Well this princess cries to her father (who by the way is a high ranking official at my school) and because of protocol, and bullshit hierarchy, we are forced to put her name in the paper. Now Tarah and I have worked our asses off for this newspaper, and Princess has not done a thing except get what she wants. This is mean, but I hope her life is miserable after high school. She won't have daddy to back her up all the time. I realize life is unfair, but why does life have to be so fair for her, when she can't even solve her own goddamn problems? I know I know....this is very petty and high school, but it still pisses me off.

"It's just another manic Monday/ wish it were Sunday/ cause that's my fun day/ it's just another manic Monday."

It's another Monday. My last one as a student in high school. What is it about Mondays that make everyone wish they were someplace far far away? I guess its the whole beginning of the work week, thing, and also there is just something about Monday that makes you want to roll over and pretend that the annoying buzz the alarm makes will go away if you just ignore it. If I were in charge of the world, Mondays would not exist. Neither would Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays, or Sundays. Every day would be Bethday, and we would have mass 80's dance parties in the streets, and eat Cinnimon Toast Crunch all day long. That is my perfect world. Hey, let me dream for a little bit...please?

I'm so restless and angry and I don't even know why. It's like I'm waiting for this change to happen and it can't come quick enough for me. I need to run a marathon or something to let go of this pent up energy. I want to scream and scream and scream, and I am, but no one is hearing me and it makes me even more angrier than I am.

It doesn't help me that I am seeing HIM again today. HE is just there to remind me how far I've come from my past, and I really try and tell myself that but my self is not listening. Why is this happening? I have come so far from this crap. DO YOU HEAR ME?!? I HAVE COME SO FAR FROM IT, AND AT THIS POINT OF ALL POINTS IN MY LIFE, I DO NOT NEED IT COMING BACK TO HAUNT THE SHIT OUT OF ME.