I need to be saved. Now. If anybody I know with a car has the desire to remove me from here, I'd appreciate it... My show last night went smashingly, Gene did an awesome job in the French number, and I managed to stay on my blackbox for the beginning... I did, however, get a pretty little mark on my hip... it's gorgeous, a red gash with a striking bruise running parallel...

Next Friday I leave for my South Carolina adventure... should be fun, no? Sue says Aunt Cathy knows how to dance like no other... haha, can't you just see me in the deep South at an old plantation, ballroom dancing with some hick that has an accent and a mama that's also his cousin? yeehaw, Billy-Bob-Joe, round 'em up, and move 'em on in! We got ourselves a fancy dance ternight!

Ooh baby, I may needa learn more yoga to make it through this. I will read up, and then I will go to my Peace Village this week, and learn the ways of "Compassionate Conflict Resolution"... I will be so busy laughing, nobody will notice as I take a different plane Friday morning, and go to NYC or Cork... mwahaha

I do believe I am getting so tired of my family I will do something dangerous... I'm not sure what, but it will be crazy... you can read all about it I'm sure in the periodical... don't forget to give Bridget my blood after they've hung me for malicious manslaughter, ok? hehhe... I joke. I just can't handle having Anya back home. She won't shut up! It's bad.

I'm not sure why Chris won't respond to my emails, but it kind of makes me sad... Hey Chris, if you're reading this, you wanna drop a line my way, and tell me what's up? I'm confused... Maybe my email is just broken. Like everything else in this godforsaken deathtrap that I'm forced to call my current place of residency.

Do you ever get the feeling that advertisements are created for the sole purpose to piss you off? Not even to get their name into your head or make a profit, just to make you want to slam your computer against the wall and scream... I bet those fat white guys are sitting in their "Corporate Conference Room" watching me right now as I type, wondering how they can next make my heart rate pitch skyward...

15 days until my 17th birthday! I wonder if I should remind my parents... I put it on the calendar, and my mom told me I was wrong, that my birthday is in September... but she was thinking of Anya. No worries, because Chris thought the same thing... I'm not sure why everyone remembers Anya, seeing as I'm the one that they're talking to! Argh!

If I had one thousand dollars, I would buy a couple of rolls of duct tape for my parents' mouths, a new driver's seat cover, a one-way ticket out of here, and a new pair of shoes. Maybe some black stockings and a box of band-aids, as my hip wound just stretched too far and is now bleeding... yummy...

Alright, I think I will go deal with this, it's muy disturbando... and these trousers are new... Adios!

---Meghan

ps. Random thoughts to represent today:

If Barbie is so popular, then why do you have to buy her friends?

Why is it when we talk to God we are praying, but when God talks to us we are put into the loony bin?

Why are people allowed to put naked statues outside but why can't we run outside naked?

Why do all superheroes wear spandex?