Drugged Out Poetry and Random Running

I got back from jogging a moment ago. I chose to run on a treadmill, because of several reasons the main one being it requires a lot less concentration on where your going, and the other in it allows me to listen to Jason Mraz without a fear of being raped. So I ran. I must admit it is a little discouraging to never really move and be so tired.

I have been trying to write poetry for my poetry book and unfortunately the majority of the stanza's just come out to be something like this:
"I am going to die alone.
Its really sad lonely.
Empty. Need help.
There's irony here somewhere here
I'm eighteen."
Which as much fun as this type of poetry is, its also really pathetic. I need to think of happy topics to write about. like bunnies or doodle bugs.
"hop hop hop
bunny
I love you.
Yeah hop bunny"
The only problem with switching moods so randomly is that people are going to be convinced I'm a lot of drugs.

I spent last night at a my grandma's which was fun. Well, when I say fun I mean, a good time with people who can't remember where they put dinner, or if they made any, or if they ate it already, and as a consequence of this ask you a million times "are you hungry?"

Oh Colorado College liked my essay so much they are going to publish part of it in there brochure...all I can think is "and I wrote what?" My fear is that they will ask me something about it and the only answer I will have will be "Do you know where the toilet is?"