January 25, 2008

Is it wrong of me to feel that sometimes my shit is more important than other people’s shit?  These kids have been watching youtube videos for hours and I just want to get on and type out a long ass journal entry.  Typewriters/keyboards are relieving oh god.  I’m going stir crazy!  I’m anxious.  I need a foot of space around my body.  Get me out of here.



January 20, 2008

I saw this movie and bawled my eyes out.  Last night I had the most beautiful sex of my entire life.  I’m going to be spending much of my future time printing, cutting, and pasting.  I need to figure out what I can give.


January 10, 2008

Have not been doing well.  I’m terrible at practicing what I preach.  I want to be the Pennsylvania Apple Queen.

SIX (six six)

January 8, 2008

I was at Barnes and Noble, reading ridiculous headlines on fashion magazines. There was a girl, a bit older than myself, reading the section just to the right. That line where fashion meets “health” and fitness. She must have weighed about eighty pounds. She flipped through articles about how to lose weight for ten minutes until I approached her. I asked if I could give her a hug. She flatly replied, “Okay.” I tried to give my best hug ever, with my arms wrapped around a stranger, trying to pass on a little love. But she was so stiff. And cold. And unresponsive. I stepped back and looked at her. She picked up another magazine, and continued reading.

Fuck that shit, man.


January 7, 2008

Today in school, a young girl approached me about my last blog entry. She said she spent a good amount of time looking through MamaVISION’s entries and videos. She felt empowered, educated, disgusted, and the best part: okay about her body for a while. She thanked me. One small step at a time, baby!


January 3, 2008

I’m going to do something…. big. I’m not quite sure what it is yet. It’s for you: lowerschoolers, mom, best friend, anyone and everyone.



December 6, 2007

Why do teenage girls find comfort in self destruction? What is so appealing? Why do you make a conscious decision, every day, to exploit your diagnosis on the internet?  Why do we compete to be the worst… to be the best?


December 3, 2007

If I ever do get a tattoo, it will definitely be something mathematical. Something to do with an irrational number or fractals or an old mathematician. Imagine Phi on the back of my neck! Sick!


Another thing I can ask for as a holiday gift:

Gas moneys!

I drove a girl to the train today to visit a friend.  Her mother called later.  Turns out she was running away from home.  Another missing child report filed!  Another friend felt cheated.

I was allowed to go to Art Club meeting tonight, but I left early.  There was a nude model and I’m too immature for that.  I would have laughed and just drawn big titties on my paper.


November 30, 2007

Grounded for three weeks. Let me think about how I can improve the situation. I will spend this time reading and writing books reports. Writing poetry. Sending letters. No computer or phone (this is at school).

Wish list for the holidays, because my grandmother wants to know.




October 23, 2007

The records of my private life made public.