Oh, Sinner Man, Where You Gonna Run To?

I have to be one of the least creative people on the planet. I come to my blogs, think of a title, can't think of a title, and just type whatever phrase (generally accompanied by music) pops into my head. And, alas, you all are the luckless recipients of my madness.

Suzie Homewrecker

Man, life is chaotic right now. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get it together in time for fall, but I know that if I don't, it will suck even more than last year. My friends are insane, and NOT HELPING *grumblegrumble*. You know who you are, even if you don't read my blog. Ugh, my ulcer.

I keep finding myself thinking about slowing pulling money out of my account and running away to Greece before anyone knew any better. And then I find myself slowly pulling my hair out, wondering whether life would be any better there (though I'm almost certain it would - give me a foreign country and no language skills over life any day).

I don't mean to mope. But every time I read everyone elses blogs I wonder if I'm the only one not loving life like crazy right now, and it makes me feel even more dejected. I suppose it could be blamed on the fact that most of your families read your blogs. I wouldn't talk like this if I knew my mom would read it.

Bleh. Just bleh. Anyone who read my posts would think I was the saddest thing. But I only ever feel like writing when I'm feeling pathetic. Bleh.

On a good note, I did win a free ticket to Warped Tour and two backstage passes. All for handing over a pint or so of my oh-so-positive blood. Tres cool. However, the excitement is slightly dimmed by thoughts of camping over - I may skip out on that. Whatev.