When Love cast me out, it was Cruelty who took pity on me.

AHHHHHHHHH!

VNV Nation, the best band in the world, is playing at the Aladdin Theater! I WANNA GO!

Venue: Aladdin Theater Tuesday , May 24, 2005
9pm (doors open at 8pm). All Ages.
$20.00 advance tix from TicketMaster.

Oh. My. God. I'm creaming my pants as we speak. I gotta see them.

Who wants to come with me?

Dude. Micheal Bolton makes me sick.

Rod Stewart would so kick his ass. Hardcore old geezer style.

It's my Emo journal. Go look at it. Because sometimes I say things in there that I don't say in here, and everyone wants to know.

http://www.livejournal.com/users/littleemoannie/

Okay kiddoes.... BRING ON THE EMO KID ANGST!

I made a new journal, the name being inspired by the one and only Ryan.

http://www.livejournal.com/users/littleemoannie/

Yes, Little Emo Annie. Somewhat like Little Orphan Annie, only with big paint smatterings of emo-whining. Because I don't want to clog up my real journal with stupid, angst-ridden entries anymore.

SO!

If you want to read about the sad, " I hate myself and everyone around me" things that go on in my life. Read that one. If you want to know about what generally went on in my day, read this one. Or read both, or don't read either. It's your choice.

Oh. And Max and I are back together. Test run only, but who knows? It might work out. Hopefully, this time around.

Urgh... so much stuff to today...

Go to lunch at Chang's with Monica and Sophia and Kitty, have lunch, talk about stuff, prolly get dirty looks from Sophia and Monica when I tell them about Keenan...

Then we part ways and I go to the New Years Rocky party.

And then the next morning I get to wake up I don't know when and get my ass to the theater by 11:45 so that I can make the Rocky auditions... *le sigh*

Lemme tell ya, kids. LAST NIGHT SUCKED! Gordon and I were having a deep meaningful conversation about why he's such a great friend to me and why I wish he would just come back and get back into the public school system when all of a sudden a monster rose up in front of me and scared the shit outta me!

Eh, whatever.

Dolly Parton's supposedly coming to town for a concert. I wish I could go, I love that woman so much. I prolly won't be able to go, because she's this big country name and the tickets will be hella expensive. It's going to make me sad, but oh well. I get to miss the Riddlin' Kids concert, along with Bowling for Soup and American Hi-Fi because of the babysitting job I'm doing for Fred. Damn.

And apparently Geoff pulled a snitty attitude on Mom when I got on the computer because she got off and I got on and I heard her say " She's only gonna be on for a while, she has to leave at four." And then something about " -this attitude!" And then she went into the kitchen and kinda slammed things around and cleaned the kitchen. He took a book and went into his room.

Whatever. Not my boyfriend, not my trauma. You know what... that should be my motto. Not my boyfriend, not my trauma. Yes, I think I shall stick with that. And that DOES NOT count as a New Years Resolution, I refuse to let it. I always end up breaking my resolutions.

My poor Morgan dollface honeychild sweet baby.

My hair looks fucking awesome. And so do my glasses. I got the little black framed librarian glasses. I look HOT.

Mom's hair looks really bad, we think her hairdresser lady was on crack or something. She was shaking really bad. It was funny because she was trying to blame it on some herbal tea she'd drank that morning.

But I look hot. My glasses and my hair and my makeup and AH! Hawt-ness!

And it's only two thirty... I want the time to go ZOOM so it becomes seven and I can be at the lock-in. Yes, yes, oh yay.

http://macdougal.deviantart.com/

New pictures up. Me smoking at the mall and being all over Tina like the dirty girl I am. Lindsay took them all.

Bad things happened to me. A lot. I lost people I loved and it hurt. A lot.

But life's unfair, and it's hard and no one wants to go through with it. But you know what? We're here, on this Earth, and we have to go through with it because we had the misfortune to be born.

I, for one, am going to make the most out of my life. I'm gonna have friends and loved ones and parties and mourn over the bad moments and celebrate the good moments. It's what I'm gonna do and I'm gonna looked damned good doing it!

There's to all you honky-tonk fuckers who tried to make me feel bad because I was different and didn't live your way of life. I live in Portland now, not backmarsh little Albany and Tualitan. They like me here. You can take your herpes covered girlfriend and moral garbage and your one remaining tooth and go fuck a pig.

I like my life. It might not be the best thing in the world sometimes, most times it feels like nothing worse could happen to me. But you know what? Life's unfair. Kill yourself or get over it.

I love Garrett. He's making me feel like shit right now, but may the Blessed Saints help me, I love him. It's a choice I've made and I'm going to live with the consequences. Go. Me.

Sophia took me to the park and took photos of me being a freak.

http://macdougal.deviantart.com/gallery/

You should go look. Honestly, some of them are cute. There's even a series of pictures that tell a story.

THANKSGIVING IS TOMORROW! I'm gonna be such a little piggy. I get to go to two dinners. One at one in the afternoon, and one at six in the evening. WHOO!

*does a Happy Crazy I-Love-Food Dance*

*Angry-Unhappy Edit*

I haven't been able to get a hold of Garrett for almost two weeks now. I call, and I leave messages with both the voice mail and his mother and step-father, and he never calls back.

And just last night, I called, and his step-da asked if it was Annie or Tess. WTF!? I know he said he was still friends with Tess... but still... makes me worry and wonder and get pissed off.

I'm not just some rag doll that he can play with whenever HE wants to. He can't put me in the back of the closet when he's tired of playing with me, or finds a better toy.

I wanna cry because of this, but my ovaries already hurt enough that I'm too distracted with crying about them instead. Fucking inside parts that I don't even need.