right now would be the perfect time for me to find the hidden artist within and release everything into a beautiful painting or deep poem. alas, my efforts at creating are failing miserably. i am not artistic in the least. i tried the poetry thing for a while and ended up wanting to cut my own hands off with a butcher knife it was so bad. i resort to taking my emotions out on my u.s. history homework. ---------------------------------------------- a few days later: things are better. sort of. i let someone do something very very stupid for me. must bang head on wall or other hard object. maybe a brick. or a table. not a wooden one though.