I keep failing my insightfulness. I was looking/trying to think of a song that would fit into what I was feeling. {I did this so that I wouldn't have to write a long blog. Crafty- eh?} Well, I couldn't think of one. So I thought to myself- "Megan, just write what you're feeling. Make up your own song." I got all worked up for it. You bet. I was feeling deep. But I realized that listening to oldies causes one to not be insightful at all. Hearing songs like "Big Bad John" and "Papa's gotta Brand New Bag" {sidenote: I do intend to kill my brother. Realization: I am the only one that I know that is the older sister with two little brother...I am alone in my pain...} made me laugh. Especially when I thought- "I wish I had a brand new bag..."

Anyhow, I am so tired. I don't want to go to Toronto. I wish I were drunk. I wish I were stoned. I hate being here at my house. I am a terrible person. But I don't care. Do you think the cops could make drug-busts through the blogs? I hope not. I'm stupid. I don't mean to be all morose here people, don't interpret this incorrectly. I just want some pot. That's all. I just want it for my trip to Toronto. Is that too much to ask? I expect some of you to silently judge me for wanting pot. Hey, that's okay with me. Do your thing. Consider me less a person. It really doesn't phase me anymore. I have found that people just don't change. So why bother caring what they think. So if anyone wants to sell me some pot I would be much abliged. I don't know how to spell that...