I've had many a boy problem this school year. I always seem to go for the boys with some sort of peculiarity. It started just being religious peculiarities. See, I'm Catholic, so my uber religious friend didn't really approve of my romping about the town with an atheist. When he turned out to be a jerk, I set my sights on a Wiccan, but that was short-lived because he had a girlfriend. Now, it...

The whole world seems to be bumbling around for a sense of purpose these days. Some find it in work; some religion; even more some in the tantalizing pleasures of the world. I must admit I've fallen into this neverending trap of a search for some sort of meaning. Why are we here? What is our purpose? These questions have berated me for all the years I've attended Catholic schools. One wrong answer...

Right now I have two bottles of pills on my counter. One of Lexapro; the other of Effexor. Every morning, I get up and take one of each, but whenever I'm eating and staring at these bottles, I can't help but think. I think about how dreadful it is to know that you can't be happy on your own. It sucks a ton to know that you went through so much and are so messed up you can't even be a normal happy...

While writing a poem this evening, I found myself confronted with the blindingly obvious idea of emotion. I always write my best poetry just straight up while feeling some sort of heightened emotion. Tonight it was confusion over a boy. A teenage girl being confused by a boy? I know, not so shocking, but the whole mess made me feel like writing a poem with a rather peculiar rhyme scheme. And my...

Okay, so I finally got the first 3OH!3 album after waiting for a good month to get myself one of those coveted iTunes gift cards. As I waited for my special brand of alternative electronic rap to download, I browsed the most critical comments. I knew what I was getting myself into, but my curiosity got the better of me. What I found annoyed me out of my mind! It wasn't exactly what they were...

A lot of times I'm asked why I stay up so late. I lie because the real reason I don't want to tell my friends. I stay up late at night because no one is around. It's just me and I'm free to do what I want. I can dream and still be awake. No one is going to storm into my room and demand I get up of my "lazy" ass. Or tell me I need to stop spending so much time in my room. Another perk is waking up...