So Much Drama in Drama

mood: overly tired
music: Buggles - Video Killed the Radio Star
Days 'till I get the hell out of the Country: 8

So the word today is Kantrese still hasn't shown up to work on a crappy, boring, difficult play which she forced upon my poor, unsuspecting group, and so now we all wish upon her great unpleasantness.

But yesterday I got to burn the audio for our group which included a track at Shabby's request called "follow" by Bang Gang. I had alot of fun looking that one up, let me tell you! Hehehe!

...I kid.

Anyways. Whoremonger's bones may or may not be painfully shrinking and I kind of feel sorry for him in my own little detatched kind of way.

Aww. Muffin.

Ta Da!

I blog you blog everybody blogs!

mood: whorishly giddy
music: sum 41 - pieces

YAY FOR CAPITAL LETTERS!

...I forget what I was going to say.

Why I Love Children

Music: The Dandy Warhols - Get Off
Days 'till I skip the Country: 11. Or maybe 10... I can't count, and if you're on my rugby team then you know it's inherent.

I am due to babysit in about 10 minutes, so this one's a quickie.

Last time I babysat this girl, who is just teetering on the brink of hormones at the sweet, innocent age of nine, took to amusing herself by relentlessly interrogating me to as whom I like. ...Not that it would make a speck of difference to her anyways.

Finally I caved and confessed to her my love for Mr. Potato Head.

...She immediately forsaw that I would someday marry Mr. Potato Head, become Mrs. Potato Head, and that we would live happily together and have five little spuds.

The End.

A Feen

Mood: feen-ish
Music: Jewel - Absesnce of Fear
Days 'till I skip the Country: 11

The other day my friend Charlotte informed me that she had to "pee like a feen!!" No, not like a feind. Like a feen. You know, a feen? Jeez.

Rugby season is now upon us, and so aside from having bruised a couple of internal organs not too much is new on the Anneliese front. Except in the past two days I've said 'fuck' more times than I can count on both hands. Which is odd. And strangely liberating. FuckFuckFuckityFuckFuckFuck!

Anyways... this week we had a motivational speaker that I actually went to. His name was Stu. Stu is also a food. ...Stu was very proud of the fact that his name also means a food. Stu was funny. I enjoyed Stu and I found that I was motivated... enough to make this list anyhow.

Five things for me to do this weekend:
1. Discontinue regular use of the word fuck. Will cut back to no more than one F-bomb per day
2. Ask at least ONE person to sponsor me for 30 Hour Famine
3. Drag my heathen ass to church
4. Decide weather to attend the Road Trip or IMPROV FINALS!!! I'm just too popular, man.
5. Finish my gawdforsaken poetry portfolio

On that note. Here is a sonnet-type thing I wrote today. (And by 'today' I mean technically I wrote it yesterday.)

Princess, Princess, put all your toys away
A fresh snow has fallen lastnight for you
We'll build you a castle of white and blue
And laugh and shiver and do what you say
Put on your finest winter coat and gown
And stand before us like a shining jewel
We'll applaud with numb hands and worship you
Smile and sing as the castle falls down
And under the pressure your lungs will burn
And in this cold casket no tears will fall
And you die alone in a veil of white
As the snowflakes fall upon your kingdom
Your memory evaporates like mist
Your bones as alive as our love for you


...Enchanting, isn't it?

Ta Da!

(ps. if you were reading carefully you'll have noticed that I said IMPROV FINALS. Yes. That's right... there is a God!!)

(pss. the GITs are first in the Western Confrence. ...Apparently God goes to GCVI and likes his improv.)

HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY!!!

Mood: (see title of post)
Music: Marilyn Manson - Man that You Fear

Oh my gosh!

I had such a super week!

Sears... Erin... Xbox... fable... fable... fable...

THEN!!

I went to the arena and some kind man dropped out of heaven and gave me and Megs FREE front row, behind-the-net tickets to the sold-out GUELPH STORM vs. LONDON KNIGHTS game this afternoon.

And that's not all. Get ready for this -- We actually won. ...Somebody pinch me.

Can my life possibly get any better than this!?!?!?!?

Waiting for Regionals!!

Mood: friggin pumped, dudes!
Music: Sarah Mclachlan - Shelter (it's on our pre-show list!)

THIS ENTRY IS SO FRIGGIN' COOL IT'S BEING WRITTEN IN ORANGE!!!!!

The play? Bergen's baby? Waiting? That I've been working on for a month and a half?

JUST MADE IT TO REGIONALS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ohhh man. SO HAPPY! And so dileriously happy for BERGEN!!!! And my amazing cast and crew members! Oh! There were so many good plays, I was in a slight state of shock 'till Jordan made me come with him onstage when we advanced! ...Now I'm going to make like one of those little kids that tells themself they're cool by listing all their friends - Mike, Katie, Mary, Kristi, Claire, Robbie, Mal, Fateema, Benita, Adam, Derek, Shannon, Shabby, Vik... so friggin proud and honoured to be working with all of you! AND VERA - I LOVE YOU!!!!

Oh man. And all my new friends kick extreme ass!

Chris! I love you!
Kate! I love you!
Nick! I love you!
Angela! I love you!
Jenna! I love you!
Colin! I love you!

Ohhh man... hehe I'm just so genuinely happy right now that this post is disorented and crappy! And I am sleep deprived to the point that I actually curled up in a desk in room 118 and fell asleep! And I took my shoes off just now and my feet smell absoluetly rancid but I don't care 'cause we're going to regionals!! w00t!

Okay! Some HIGHLIGHTS!! (in no particular order)

-when the adjudicator publically proclaimed Mikey "a shameless ham" (...in a good way of course!)
-spontaniously hosting St. James
-making friends with Nick
-Talking with Dana and Amber and Eric... they're nifty!
-...perfect lighting...
-unoffically hosting Erin, specifically the Lorna gang
-making friends with Chris and Kate
-bonding with Chris over Zelda!
-"Loser! Double Loser! Whatever! Move On! Get the picture?" ...ohh Chris, you just cured my cancer.
-chess with Erin ("Dude?")
-going out to dinner with Erin
-meeting Jenna and Colin on the bus... Colin... you're not a horrible person!!! hehe
-getting myself stranded in the midst of four lanes of traffic... thanks for waiting, guys! :-P
-all the hugs I got
-chillin' with Ryan and Kristi
-Watching plays with Nick and his mom! lol!!
-almost no Mrs. Westerman's class ALL WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-When Chris made it tonight and I thought he wouldn't!! YAY!
-deep down loving every minute of it!

Good Lord I'm tired!

End Scene!

(Ta Da!)

The Fat Lady is Singing.

Mood: refreshed and upbeat :-)
Müzik: The Doors - People are Strange

Wow. I find it kind of sad that the only time I'm not in over my head with the daunting chores of being Ms. Bergen's slave child, I'm writing about the daunting chores of being Ms. Bergen's slave child. Talk about total submission.

But firstly - words cannot express how insanely happy I am to have Waiting over and done with! W00t! Don't get me wrong--I love the play dearly, as if it were my own child--however, I imagine myself to be feeling something not unlike the joyous rebirth of a parent who's youngest offspring has finally buggered off to University or some other greener pasture and left them with a sense of such freedom that has never before been tasted.

Mmm.

Anyways! About the performance!! We were amazing! The tech was superb in spite of a disheartening rehersal! Mikey said the correct lines! Mal was loud enough! Claire was very Goldstein! OH! I just want to marry them all! (Actually right now I believe I'm 'engaged' seven people. Oh my.)

Show me show me show me
How you do that trick, the one that makes me SCREAM she said, the one that makes me laugh she said, and threw her arms around my neck, show me how you do it, and I promise you, I promise that I'll run away with you I'll run away with you...

Yes... I'm listening to The Cure. So sue me. I've been breaking into song so much in the last 24 hours that my cast thinks I'm a moronic loser. Haha... they could be right.

ONWARD!

About those last 24 hours. They were quite the adventure. Adam pulled me out of class yesterday because guess what idiot neglected to show up for hosting duties? The same idiot who neglected to show up for sound duites--way to go, champ! So I was hosting Ross, who turned out to be St. James, who were performing The Show.

...Funny story. (Funny weird, not haha funny.) Anyways. Have you ever met someone and had the weirdest irking feeling that the meeting was forseen? Like some sort of crazy prophecy? I have. Allow me to explain.

Yesterday I started my day out by watching Ross reherse New Canadian Kid in which our charming protagonist just so happens to be named 'Nick'. (Or, for those who have seen the play, "Nick Nick".) And this Nick character just so happened to look like he walked off a Calvin Klein ad. Ou la la.
Anyways, after winking at Fahy for about forty-five minutes and proclaiming things along the lines of "Nick Nick is hot hot" I decided to take a mosie out into the hall. Just so I could, you know, cool off a bit. Haha.

(Enter: Kenny)

Kenny: "Anneliese!"
Anneliese: "Nick!"

Woops. Heh heh... my bad.

Anyways, next thing I knew St. James arrived who were roughly five times the size of Ross' crew, and in other words way the hell more people than I knew what to do with. So tactfully I crammed them all into the dressing rooms and meandered off to the vending machines.

Upon my return, I settled in next to Ryan and Fateema to watch them perform a delightful dance number. It was during this dance number that one of their dancers/ninjas/termanilly ill missionaries struck me as remotely resembling one Jake Gyllenhaal.
...And we all know who fancies Mr. Gyllenhaal!!!
Needless to say I found I was quite entertained and amused throughout their entire set. After they were done dancing I asked the Jake dude what his name was so I could tell all my friends at GC who I wanted to marry. And you'll never guess what his name is! dun Dun DUN!

...NICK!!!

I found it quite weird and interesting. Nick, as it turns out, is quite the cool cat. And an improver to boot! However, on account of I had already asked him to marry me and showed him the "I [heart] Nick from The Show" which had somehow gotten it's self permanantely etched onto the booth, I decided to keep my weird and interesting story to myself - don't wanna freak the guy out too too much. We'll be pen pals, grade three style yo!

Other cool people I know from St. James include : Amber, Dana and Eric.
Yous guys make me so happy.

Time to return to my shackles and sell tickets.

Ta Da!


[ps. Bergen, I joke about the slavery. 'Tis a labour of love!]

Happy VD!!!

mood: still tired, cheif.
music: slipknot - vermilion

What's this? Valentine's Day? Oh, no, you're mistaken, see, I was merely wishing everyone a happy venereal disease. Valentines day... pfft!



She Bangs!

Hooray! I cut my bangs! Weeeeee! Look at me! Now I'm GoGo!! YES!!!!!! (...I don't know what posessed me to do it. Leave me alone.)

Also. The Father, at long last, has his new Matrix.

Vroom Vroom!


...Uh huh. Did I ever mention how icey the roads get up north? Fun fun fun!


Stay classy San Diego!

Ta Da!

McDoodle

mood: tired
music: the romantics - what I like about you

First and foremost to anyone who does not attend GC, my Improv team is better than yours. And I state that as a fact as they finished 1st Place on both nights - in Burlington. ...Not to, you know, brag or anything...

Secondly, if you, yes, you enjoy improv, I'm looking for a fully liscenced non-lead-footed individual to drive me to and from Toronto next week for provincials. Also they must not be a child molester.
...Wait. I'm eighteen. Damn! I can't say "child molester" anymore. I now have to go with "rapist" or "sexual predator" which just don't have the same innocent ring to them. Phooey!

Mikey kicked a paper masche frankenstein at me and now I have a concussion.

Anyways, "Waiting" plays tomorrow night. Be there or be a big fat poopey head - doesn't matter to me, I'm running lights!! Yeah baby.

Ta Da!

I will not be in Burlington.

Mood: come see come saa. Haha. ...French for you.
Music: U2 - The Sweetest Thing

How come everyone seems to think I am watching improv tonight?

Dear Improv team.
I regret to inform you that I will not be in Burlington tonight due to a previous engagement with The Father.
I would ask him to go, because having inherrited my keen sence of humor from none other than him I'm certain he would appreciate your impromptu shenanigans as much as I do. However, at the moment he is currently driving my Grandfather's 27-year-old Mercedes which would cost an arm and a leg to fix should a fly hit it the wrong way. Therefore I have taken it unto my own crystal-minded judgement to not so much as even ask him.
That said, I will not be in Burlington tomorrow night should you advance to the next round. (Which you will. Because you're my team and that leaves you no other alternative.) I will not know if you have andvanced to said round for I will be in Durham, and therefore unreachable by any means of modern communication (read: msn) unless I end up going to Owen Sound... In whichcase I will not be in Burlington.
Love, your friend and loyal supporter until the end,
~Anneliese

There. Now that that's all cleared up... I don't know why I was in such a horribly bad mood this lunch. It was really weird... Whatever it was I hope it's not contageous... eek. But thanks to Mikey and The Russian for snapping me out of it. My chin is now up! :-) Hooray!

Gotta go get mah hair did!

Ta Da

This one's for you, Eric.

Mood: Frusterated at my dumb computer. Why do you hate me?!?!? WHY!!??!?!
Music: dido - here with me

Just wanted to say hi to Eric who occasionally posts comments on my blog. Hi Eric!!!

You see, Eric is super cool. We have something in common: We love Jesus! YAYYYY!!!

But one thing. Eric, whenever I go to your site I am plagued by christian dating sites -- what up wit dat?

Now, all five of you! Go visit Eric's Blog!!!

And when you're done, go here --> www.gizoogle.com

...it's really funny. For example, this post will sound something like this:

Jizzle wanted ta say yo ta Eric who occasionally posts comments on mah bizzle sho nuff. Hi Eric!!!

You see, Eric is snoopa cool . It dont stop till the wheels fall off. We have sum'm sum'm in common: We love Jesus! YAYYYY!!!

But one th'n. Eric, hustla I go ta yo site I am plagued by christian pimpin' sites -- whizzat up wit dat?

Now, all five of you and cant no hood f*** with death rizzow! Go visit Erics Blog!!!

Peace out, homies.

Ta Da

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL ANNELIESE DAY!!!

Mood: on top of the world!
Music: switchfoot - dare you to move

Nobody is going to believe how much I ate today.

This morning? This here tupperware container?

...full to the brim with cookies, all but three of which are now in mah belleh. (Thank you Megs, it was a righetous snacking experience!!)

Now I will share with you this evening's festivities, starring the following three food-eating enthusiasts: Anne, Mikey, Spunki! w00t!

Uh, yeah... festivities... basically just us venturing to the Greek Garden and stuffing our faces like three fine little representitives of the obesity epidemic. The Father and my Omi and Opa were there too. I had flambed cheese. And then a rack of ribs.

Check Out That Rack!

Seriously, I need a shirt that reads "please do not feed the fatty". If I keep this up I'll soon be the size of Texas. Haha... oh, I'm such a good little German girl...

FEED US!

Spunki has shown us all up in this picture, as she looks to be about six times her actual mass.

...Thus concludes the photos of this annual International Anneliese Day. Needless to say that what went in my mouth this year was infinately superior to that of the previous. (Pfft. East Side Mario's.) However, I have yet to share pictures of the cake-eating ritual which went down on Saturday.

Life Lesson #65783 - Why we don't tell Anne to "Blow the cake":

Elapsed time: way longer than any pure-minded individual would have taken in a million years.

...In the picture beside me you can see the Funniest Girl on the B Team. She's pwetty. All my friendses are. Anneliese (or should I say Annobese) loves you, and thanks you for making it a superb 18th Annual International Anneliese Day!

I hope it was as good for you as it was for me. ;-)

Ta Da!

Passion Most Unbridled

Mood: amused
Music: Jerry Lee Lewis - Great Balls of Fire
Number of Days That Remain 'till International Anneliese Day: 1!!! ONE ONE ONE!!! It is so TOMORROW!!!

...I want a man who treasures me so much that feels he has to make up an excuse to his friends to go and see me.
...I want a man who's best and only excuse for seeing me is going to have a dump. That's so hot.
...I want my man to be a pathalogical liar! ...Come to mama!!
...I want a man who's so excited to be my man that he tells absolutely no one, not even his best friends that we're together, and avoids any mention of me like the plague!!!
...I want a man who's greatest ambition is working in a factory!
...I want a man who's so excited to be going on a trip with me that he does not inform a single soul, and so his best friends assume he's dead.
...I want a man who treats his friends like crap--It's all about me, baby!
...I want a man who is incapable of sustaining a single meaningful relationship with any female besides myself - when I say he's mine, I mean he's mine, gaddamnit!!
...I want a man who doesn't ever stick up for me ever, should someone say a not-nice thing about me behind my back or to my face!!
...I want a man who's a spineless, self-involved coward!

...Not to, uh, mention any names or anything.

Haha.

...What was I thinking?



Ta Da!

These Days Rock

Mood: delighted!
Music: happy days theme
Number of Days that Remain 'till International Anneliese Day: 4!!

Who has the coolest dress?

I do.
Even though my photography does not begin to do justice to the immense coolness of my vintage 50's wedding dress. So far I've been mocked by my entire family - but thats okay, everyone knows the only reason they make fun of it is because they secretly have a crush on it. ...How could they not?

I am also excited because I got my own personal organizer!! It's great, I spent a whole hour writing down all my stuff, including filling out the address section. Chances are if you vaguely know me from somewhere I have your digits in my organizer, so watch out because now I just might have to call you and tell you about how organized I am.

...Not only am I excited, but I am delighted as well due to not having play practice tomorrow!!

Party On

I could blog all night if I wanted to! Perhaps tomorrow I will go to a hockey game. (I would tell you for sure if Megs wasn't so appalingly unreachable. Pfft. Get a cell phone. You hippie.)

Anyways there is one more thing I would like to share before departing, something that might be familiar to those who know the yearbook room.

My Desktop:

...Hmm, now how did that get there??

Cheerio.

Stuck in the Middle With You

Mood: downhearted
Music: Matthew Good Band - Strange Days
Number of Days Remaining 'till International Anneliese Day: 6

I feel like the dumb blonde. No, not even the blonde. The dumb girl of normal intelligence that doesn't know when to can it. Just... right now, I am the dumb girl. And it sucks. Why can't I just be indifferent for once? I hardly even know what indifferent is, I always have to have a feeling about everything! ...Usually one of notable magnitude -- I can hardly eat a bagel without getting excited!! A BAGEL!!! And I can't just let other people have their own excitement and leave it at that, I have to be in on the fun. Why? Why? Why?
And so then of course when something fudges up I feel like a total ass.

...I just said "fudges"... heh heh.


Anyways. About my DRESS!!! Ever since The Virgin Suicides I've always kind of fantasized about owning my own vintage wedding dress - like Cecilia! So, yesterday I went out to get hot chocolate and muffins and somehow wound up down by Syrkle of Hearts. Well, since I was in the neighbourhood why not have a look and see what they have. Buttons. They have buttons. I like buttons. I buy buttons. Oh, and while I'm paying for my buttons, "I don't suppose you know what size that dress would be?" the one behind me on the wall that I've been eyeballing since December?
"Oh I think it's pretty small."
...Pretty small dress. ...Pretty small me.
"Why don't you try it on?"
...The man had a legitimate question.
...I tried on the perfectly-fitting dress.
...Unfortunately, there was not enough money on my debit card to pay for it, so I had to bribe two Cambodian children to smuggle it out for me.



...Not really. There was not enough money on my card, but fortunately there was a bank around the corner which I ran to and withdrew $70.00 from the account I have strategically not hooked up to my card to prevent myself from making impulsive purchases such as this one. I left the bank, but not before informing the teller that he "ROCKS!" and telling the old man behind me in the line-up all about my antique wedding dress that I'm going to bring to the formal with my Hot Date :-D !! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Formal Dress: $81.50
Fasionable Hairstyle: $35.00
Having to Resort to Russian Mail-Order Date: priceless

There are some things money can't buy. Now will someone please please present themselves as a human sacrifice so that I may have a date to formal.

Pictures coming soon.

Ciao.