Why are people all such tools? Why am I so dumb? Why did a bottle Hydroxicut and bottom-shelf rum not kill me like I wanted it to? Why does every freaking song on the radio have to be all emo? Why do I have to be all emo? --- So yeah, life can go from being fan-freaking-tastic to basically shit in a matter of... what, 24 hours? Not even 24. Let's say it was more like 16. It was, of course, all my fault it went to shit, too, which makes it all the more horrible to handle. I don't think I am going to go into too much detail on here about all that went down, though. It would turn into a huge rant and rave about how bad my life is when, really, it's not that bad. I'm just going through a bad chapter. Email me and I'll fill you in. If not, expect to read a lengthy chapter about all of this in my memoirs. In other news, Jason has an internship doing event planning for the MS Society of America in Washington, D.C. that starts the first week of September. I never pictured I would be going to work for a non-profit firm in D.C. I also never pictured that I would live to be 21. I figured my bad driving and drugs would have killed my by now. Who knew? Tonight I think I am going to go over to my Nana's grave. When I go there I always become inspired. It's sounds corny and like something you would see in a Lifetime-quality movie, but she always got me through a lot as a child. I figure she can help me out with all this. | 
