Funny, just not "haha" funny.

Mood: fretful
Music: 'March of the Pigs' - Nine Inch Nails

Today as I reached the home stretch of my harrowing journey to school (well, the stretch between the corner where I get dropped off and the door, so really there aren't too many other stretches if you think about it. I'm a misleading person sometimes.) I thought I saw it for a fleeting moment - ...[Person X].
...Now, this prospect disturbed me deeply because everyone is privy to the fact that there is one and only one [Person X]. So I quickly dismissed it and continued on my way to my locker... but when I looked up (followed by a lightning-fast look back down and a cautious look back up again) it was there! That... that THING that makes me- GAH! Again! Twice, in five fricking minutes!!! ...That, my friends... may not be a spectacular case and it may not be extraordinary, but it is what is known as [Person X].

Fuck, Now there's two of them! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! Uh, I mean... poopies!!!

Heh...

Anywhoo, let's talk about my big day at work! The customers were okay, the eavesdropping was decent, the hair colouring smells perfectly RANCID, and I can't count the number of times I heard the words "And so I says to Jenny, I says..." still, I enjoyed hearing them just as much as the time before. I got my tasks done very fast and I got to go early! Yay for sitting down!

Gah! Reading "previous publications"... Annie getting all riled up... Annie consumed with all the significance of a teenage living drama and regret... Here. Read (unless you are too fickle to understand the heart of a shy, quirky little girl at the tender age of 16. Or unless you are Fabio because you'll just make fun of me. Poopie head.) From October 23, 2003:

the title of this entry is "Liking Someone." read: "Liking", not "Licking". (sorry hope.) i was discussing what it's like to like someone the other day. i agree that it can't really be described, but i'm gunna go ahead and give it a try n e ways. :P
to start off, you don't choose who you like. you just like the person, you can't help it and sometimes you can't even understand it - thats just what happens. it will just be a little thing that you notice about a person and you like that first catches your interest. like a smile for example. and everytime you see that person's smile you become secretly happy, even if you don't know it yourself yet - it's like an innocent little addiction. next, you will start to see how gorgeous the said person's eyes are, and then how much you like their voice... etc etc. congradulations! you now have a crush on this person. but more often than not that's as far as it goes, because if you don't connect with this person, or they turn out to be a real asshole... well, then you start to notice how pretty all the other boys are. :P but say you DO find more things to like about the person that lie deeper than the skin. maybe you've found someone that you can have a real conversation with, someone that listens. well, if that is the case then slowly you may find yourself opening up more and more, untill you feel you could tell this person anything at all. and when you stop and think about it, it almost seems crazy to you, but you don't care. all of a sudden, you just want to be around this person. and when you're not, you find yourself thinking about them. when you think about the person, you find you are powerless to stop that little smile from creeping across your face. you could open up your favourite book, and by the time you're done reading a page realize you havn't really registered a thing, because your mind has wandered back to this person. and when they're happy, you're happy. when they accomplish something, you're happy for them. if they're sad, you're sad and would do anything to help. and when they are hurting, you wish you could take their pain away, or at least hurt with them. a hug from this person is gaurenteed to make even the worst day worth rolling out of bed for, and a kind word from this person seems to erase 10 hurtful words from others. this is when you have some real feelings for the person... and all the while you are still just as fascinated by their eyes and in love with their smile. i think it comes to a point where you would sooner bleed to death or throw yourself infront of a transit bus than let them go, or do anything to hurt them. but we won't go there, at least not right now because I'M going to bed! :)
wow that was a long paragraph... hehe. i may or may not have been speaking from personal experience, but i think i got most of the basics there :) yeah man!
xoxo

There. That settles it. In my next life I am so being a cat. I'm going to be J-Lo's cat, actually, because it probably has it's own chef. Or even better. I'll be a fish! I'll reproduce and then eat my own offspring. Because I will have no emotions. And I will like it. Alot. Because I won't miss Derek anymore.

Toodles.