Ok apprently this whole uploading media thing isn't working for me today.

Ok there it is.
I hope.

I got my scanner to work finally....so I figured I'd post a picture here since I've nothing better to do.
This is me and my friend Melissa from college at her wedding last Halloween. (I was Maid of Honour.)

And I hate everything.

I WAS SO HAPPY cuz Rick told me The Cure were on tour...then I discovered that they are only playing near me so far as Toronto or Cleaveland. Both of which i would go to....were they not next week.

NEXT FREAKING WEEK.

If I did get money, there's no guarentee I'd get tickets, and I probably can't find anyone to go with me (or for that matter, drive me) in that timeframe.

And now I am sad again.

A psychic told me I was psychic.

Jessica sent out a very controversial email to the cast of RHS, and I had to deal with a bunch of pissed off phantoms.

Vivie thinks that Rick and I are "inevitable."
I think she's been hitting the sauce.

I don't understand.
I must be completely idiotic.
WHY would a person who is not exactly what one ouwl dcall a fit parent take their son away from his home and school and friends and life, and put a fucking house arrest collar on him and force him to live in virginia, just because he 1. favors his mother more than his straight-outta-the-salem-witch-trials father, and 2. is bisexual.

What kind of sick twisted son of a...ok you know what its probably best i stop here cuz im actually screaming out what im writing and im fairly certain my little sister dosent need to hear it.