i joke around about mitch having add or adhd or whatever. but sometimes i wonder about my mental health. why do i have problems focusing on certain things? why is it hard for me to start projects? will i ever be able to focus long enough to accomplish anything? i don't know.

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i am pissed off and upset at the same time. the va tech shooting is important and people should know what is going on. maybe the staff and students should have been warned earlier. maybe the situation could have been handled better. who knows what caused it? who knows what really happened? the bottom line is the media doesn't want to know how the injured students are or if the families have been notified or if the rest of the students need a hug. they don't care. they just want to be the first to get the story on the front page. is america so desirous of news and gossip we can't let the families be? we can't for at least 24 hours let people recuperate from the traumatic experience they just had??? no! let's shove cameras in their faces and microphones down their throats so we can have the clearest, most in depth interview as possible. after all, the public deserves to know right? oh don't worry. we'll keep all the people confidential and respect their privacy. whatev. i'm so glad the freedom of press is being used to it's fullest potential. god bless america... it needs it.

birthdays are fun. i love birthdays regardless of whether or not it's mine. i love the cake. i love the games. i love spending time with the people you love. however, there is a down fall to birthdays: gift-giving. not the actual giving of the presents because that's fun too. you get to see the person's face and laugh when they are surprised. and you get to open the presents and play with the ribbon. i am talking about the present shopping. deciding what to get said birthday persons. is it too big? is it a bad color? too cheap? not enough? and the worst: will they like it? overall, it usually ends well, but until you see that smile of approval, buying gifts is the only thing about birthdays. (minus having to pretend you like what your crazy aunt gives you every year: the same puke green sweater...)

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i try really hard not to be a princess. i know sometimes i am and i apologize to everyone i have ever had a "royal" temper with. however, there are times when i know i don't deserve to be locked away in my tower. there are times when i know i should be able to let my hair down. there are times when i know my knight in shining armor is simply waiting outside and i cant get to him because of the wall of thorns. those are the times i really do feel like a princess and those are the times when i should throw an incredible tantrum. but i cant bring myself to do it because i have programed myself to stop whenever i feel it coming on. *sigh* oh well...

"get back on defense."

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