Im just so closed in in minnesota. Its annoying as hell that I'm not out there living life as it should be lived. I'm not seeing the world, or having my adventures. I have no one to talk about this to except for you, my dog, and, well, thats pretty much it. I should be walking down a cobblestone street in France, wearing a little red dress with firecracker heals, whispering sweet nothings into the ears of the world's most dashing men. I should be in Northern Ireland single handedly winning the war. I should be on an island somewhere, writing my book and growing strawberries and peaches for money. I should be saving endangered species and conquering the world, one single-minded republican at a time. Thats what i should be doing, but NO, i'm stuck here in the middle of nowhere in this tundra wasteland. No excitement, no inspiration, no real world. Just lutefisk and homemakers. Oh, and homework. Yea, homework, im sick as hell of homework. I know it all, it's just really boring and it takes a long time to do. I want to be in another country. Another world. Maybe go scuba-diving, or inventing a new type of glue. Anything but this long drawn out repitition of "life" in minnesota. Everything and everyone knows NOTHING here. Oh, well, i guess i can always look forward to college when i get my one way ticket out of this hick-town. Until then, Alonia Demonia