Anomie and me...there is no need to parade my problems

I've got that post-semester anxiety brewing. I want to be out and doing something that I can't put my finger on; I'm on the wrong side of every door. I want to read and enjoy fun books, but history has killed that ability in me. I want to see something that I've never seen, but I don't need or want to invest in chemical enlightenment (especially with the price of gas being what it is). I want to experience something I've never experienced, but I am low on funds and what funds I do possess have been earmarked for Mistress Clio, the bitch goddess of History. Fear not - I may sound like an angsty tweener, but I will not bore you with poems about my feelings and my desire to be understood!

So, I suppose that I will just have to leave you with a video that best expresses the deep dark feelings and desires and moods and passions that lurk beneath my troubled and fretting brow. Enjoy!