Dear Darling Boy!

Mood: tired
Music: Arcade Fire - Power Out

Just an update on that five-year-old (well, almost five!) that I wish I owned.

He is highly trainable!
He is highly entertaining!
He has as much fun watching The Incredibles as I do!!! Bonus!!

Friday I was looking after him and he wanted me to come with him to the ear doctor, for his previous appointment with the healthcare system didn't go very well - they tried to admister a scratch test for allergies. ...Two scratches into the fifty-scratch test he jumped off the table and told his mom to 'take him back when he's a teenager'. (Aww!)

On the way to the doctor's office I sang Ground Control to Major Tom, a little-known tune by one David Bowie - for, anyone who's had their hearing checked can testify that the amazing experience includes getting to go inside a rocket ship room! Woo Frickin' Hoo!

...After being placed in said rocket ship room, he quickly discovered where the microphone was and so, everyone at the office was treated to a rousing chours of good old Major Tom, (well, actually a few rousing choruses because the chorus was all he remembered). What a champ!

When he emerged from his chamber, he informed the ear doctor that he had allergies, came to me, pulled his shirt up over his head as to create a makeshift veil and enthusiastically informed me that he was "the bride-to-be" before engaging in the fetal position in the middle of the office floor.

I tried not to laugh. But it didn't work. He's too funny!

A ha ha!

And generous too, he gave me his "packie smack" (hacky sack).

A ha ha!

Aww, muffin!

Does it really crave a title?

Oh, here is what my brother thinks of my music (or as he calls it, my 'instructional disk') :

And I quote:
"Feminist Lesbianism 101"

Thanks, Jake.

Return to Computer.

Mood: a little dissappointed... (And Whoremonger isn't even in the general viscinity!!)
Music: The Cure - Friday I'm in Love (And it's FRIDAY! Woo Hoo! I'm in LOVE!)

I'm a little dissappointed right now. After an exciting trip to Durham I have returned to discover 36 fresh new e-mails awaiting me in my hotmail inbox, at least half of which, to my horror, I realized I will have to reply to. (Or at least open.) I must say, this welcome back was a tad... anticlimactic.

But onto my exciting trip to Durham! On the day of my arrival, whilst walking my dogs, I came across a young couple getting frisky in the woods and 'mistakenly' unleashed the beagle.
...Which was good for a chuckle - ho ho ho! ha ha ha! ;-)
To celebrate my own cunning, I took a celebritory walk down to Tim Hortons and partook in the consumption of almost everything chocolate. And then spent two hours on what my dear Father only knows as 'The Brad Pitt Hotline'. (Phoning Michael.) To be followed up the next night with a ring on 'The Kevin Bacon Hotline'. ("DAD! Hurry up and get off the phone! Kevin Bacon gets free minutes after eight and I STILL have to watch Queer Eye!")

Maybe if you pray alot your children won't end up like me.

To wrap up this lovely story, I bore witness to my age in shooting stars lastnight!!! That's 18 shooting stars, folks. And of the three wishes I kept making again and again, ONE of them is bound to come true!
Well, it better come true anyways, especially after the advantage I gave it over my other two wishes. Like, 12 stars were assigned to the first wish alone, and then another four stars were assigned to a wish that almost completely coincides with the first wish. And so two more stars went to yet another wish that was completely irrelevant and alot less fun and exciting but probably the most important wish of all. (Which goes to show you what kind of person I am. Haha.)

Of course I can't say what I wished for, because then they may not come true. But I can hint so at least Mikey gets it and therefore may hold my own cheesieness against me for as long as we both shall live. The first wish was for company. The second wish was for travel (and I couldn't well be expected to travel alone now, could I?). And then my third wish was for a very general longevity.

w00t!

Now it's back to the inbox...

All Hills Aside

Mood: good (how extraordinary!)
Music: Po' Girl - Corner Talk

Another Hillside has come and gone. And holy shit - they sold out this year. Magical things can happen when you mingle angsty youth and a bunch of hippies. By Sunday evening, about every third person under the age of 20 was sporting an Arcade Fire t-shirt. (Lack of advertising, my ass.)

So I'll get on it! Most memorable (good) musically related things this year in no particular order! :

• The girl with the voice like dark chocolate. ...Or really really great sex. But I'll stick with the chocolate on account of it's good every time. (Check out Po' Girl!!!)
• When Jessica Leger workshopped ("Bitter Sweet") at the Sun Stage with Crescent & Frost and Luke Doucet and another girl who was really good but I don't know her name, and they closed with an improvized, yet perfectly harmonized stop-you-dead-in-your-tracks round of You Are My Sunshine
• Luke Doucet. - Just - Luke Doucet.
• The Arcade Fire dedacating their last song to a really cool person.
• The girl from Crescent & Frost being so damn cute and good at singing!! And covering Neil Young as well as a sweet and amazing Stop in the Name of Love
• The Be Good Tanyas performing In My Time of Dying at the Sunday Gospel Jam
• The Clumsy Lovers being for lack of better termanology 'FRICKIN' AMAZING'!!!
• Watching Trish Klein (Be Good Tanyas, Po' Girl) play. And listening too!
• Sam Roberts asking for "a cold one" appoximately one song into his set.

Cuff the Duke rocked too, and Kelly Joe Phelps was a pleasant surprise.

Josh Ritter was a bit of a let-down. The fact that his name was Josh and he was from Ireland really got my hopes up. But to my dismay, he was like taking everything that annoys me about Mikey and shoving it under a microscope, allowing it to breed, plugging it into an amplifier and submerging in it for an hour, three times a day.

For me, there was but one other let-down at the fesival and it had nothing to do with the music! It had to do with a couple of assholes lining up their chairs literally along the front edge of our blanket five minutes before the Gospel Jam thereby obstructing the perfect spot that we had waited an hour for. And jabbing me with their umbrella which the stupid woman shoved under her seat - Because that's how damn close they were!!

So, great. That was bloody ignorant. I probably looked scandalized but they failed to take notice and proceeded to chat merrily between themselves. Maybe they're ageists, who knows. Maybe they had a bad experience with a pair of girls that resembled me and Megs who toilet-papered their home and molested their garden gnomes. Who knows. Maybe they're just deaf as well as ignorant and needed to be up close, and could not have possibly taken a seat farther back in the house like all the other people who arrived at the same time. Who knows. Anyways, we moved.

But what really pissed me off about these people is that they were back five minutes before Po' Girl's set and proceeded to park themselves directly - astutely - in front of a couple of little kids who'd been waiting nearly as long and as patiently Megs and I. What the hell is the matter with these people!? When the kid's mom brought to their attention (like they weren't keenly aware of it) that they had just robbed a couple little kids of the oppourtunity to enjoy a good show that they'd waited patiently for, the the guy indicated that the children could play on a crappy square of grass at the corner of the stage and directly beside a speaker. Um, no. The kid's mom told them off, but I was about thirty seconds away from getting Security. People like that shouldn't be allowed at a community-oriented festival... It's a shame how many other people could have been wearing those wristbands. It really is.

Something that was cool though: The "voice" of CBC radio in the morning was eating breakfast down the table from us in the Stage Left Cafe, and it was weird because you'd look around to see where the radio was and see the actual guy sitting there discussing the previous day's performances.

Anywho. I'm all tucker'd out. Here, have some Luke Doucet.

...Cheers!

I Will Be Away From My Desk!

Mood: happy and I know it! :-D
Music: Sarah Mclachlan - I Love You

I have had so much chocolate and good food today that I am in love with everything! Especially Mikey and Cat! They are so totally amazing!

Hillside has dawned upon us again! I am tres excited as I will, in three four-hour shifts, lovingly subit myself to being 1200 people's bitch as I cook and clean!! :-) But - free music, you say? HELL YES!!!

Also:

You Are Chocolate Chip Ice Cream

You are kind, popular, and generous. You tend to be successful at anything you try. A social butterfly, you are great at entertaining a crowd. You are most compatible with strawberry ice cream.

What Flavor Ice Cream Are You?

And also. ...Just because:

You Are 16% American

You're as American as Key Lime Tofu Pie Otherwise known as un-American! You belong in Cairo or Paris... Get out fast - before you end up in Gitmo!

How American Are You?

End Scene.

An Unexpected Change of Pace

Mood: lovely
Music: Chantal Kreviazuk - In This Life

...Forgive the previous entry. I was looking at pictures and it just popped out of nowhere like that. Anyways, moving along!

The conclusion of my term of summer school in conjunction with The Halfblood Prince and an oversized bar of Swiss amazement otherwise known as a Toblerone have me in an extended state of giddy.

Allow me to elaborate. I no longer have to set foot in the Catholic School. For those of you who don't know, I am benignly opposed to all things Catholic, or otherwise affiliated with the supreme evil ruler, Darth Benedict.

For those of you who have never set foot in the Catholic school in question, the guy on the PA is about the biggest dick to ever walk the face of the earth. Honest to God this guy is the product of Ned Flanders and Charlton Heston shut in a closet together for 30 years; his public persona screams holier-than-thou but one look at the guy and you just know his bedroom's draped in swastikas. It's all I can do not to pull my hair out during morning announcements.

Anyways, summerschool was most definately worth it. One girl didn't like it because we had a picture of the Pope staring at us all day every day, but I didnt mind at all - it was a picture of John Paul II who I am not ashamed to say, I found cool beyond words. He's right up there with the Dali Lama in my books. The new guy I find to be... a lesser embodiment of God's love, to put it kindly.
But enough about Popes! I raised my mark roughly 30% so as opposed to the 60% I was getting exactly two weeks ago, I am now quite pleased with my high 80. Just for the record - I kick ass!

Moving on - after mere hours of coming into possession of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, I am almost a quarter of the way through it. One thing though - J.K, when you mention these 'inferi' of yours, it is plainly obvious that what you really mean is 'zombies'. They're ZOMBIES okay? Walking dead people? Animated corpses? Everyone knows they're zombies! ...Don't act like you invented them.

Lastly on my list was a little bar of sensual goodness called a Toblerone. All I have to say is "Thankyou, Switzerland!!" :-D Mmm... chocolate.

Anywho. That takes care of my list. Megs and I went to yoga and meditation today - and then on the way back there was this dude speeding up Eramosa with bananas on the roof of his car. HA! Bananas! On his roof! People kill me.

Ta Da!

...and counting.

It's that feeling that I get that I hate most of all. Like when you go to sit down and some jerk's being all funny and has stolen your chair away and you're left all helpless, the butt of their humor, and for a split second all you feel is shock and terror and the sensation of falling.

I mean, it's not a big deal - they just took your chair away, it's been happening since kindergarten. It's that fleeting feeling of panic and helplessness as you become gravity's victim that I truly dispise. Caught off guard, no control over yourself. Vulnerable.

I can no longer remember the precise sequences of our first interraction... Indifference corrodes the memories of you when I don't think on them every day. They remain though, like tarnished brass, a common mineral that was never gold to begin with... so if they are of no value, why do I allot them any measure of worth?

Tarnished brass still catches the light, and in doing so reveals it's ugliness... deflecting the marred glints into blinding rays that disturb the senses, if only for a faint fleeting second. Fleeting, though still enough time to stumble. And if I am careless, enough time to fall.

And so for a blinding moment I find myself helpless, shocked, terrified, once more the butt of your counterfeit joke.

...For a moment. And then I pick myself up again.

this blog was composed by Anne at 1:00 in the morning following a night of four hour's sleep.

100 Statements of Unabashed Truth

1- Full Name: Anneliese Joan Neumann

2- Eye Color: Hazel

3- Hair Color: Light brown / Dark Blonde

4- Height: 5'5" of blatant sex appeal. ;-) Oh yeah, uh huh!

5- Glasses/Contacts: NEVER! The eye Gods love me. HA!

6- Braces: Yes, for five years of my life. GAH!

7- Age: 18 years and almost a half.

8- DOB: Febuary 7, 1987

9- Zodiac Sign: Aquarius, with a rising sign of Virgo!

10- Family (Name, Age): Jake the Snake (15), The Mother (52 [Million]), The Father (50)


Favorites

11- Favorite Number: SEVEN777!!!!

12- Favorite Food: Pasta. Or Greek. Hm... or Greek Pasta! YEAH! :-D

13- Favorite Drink: OJ/Screwdriver

14- Favorite Book: The Vampire Lestat

15- Favorite Car: I believe in saving the environment, thankyou. ;-) lol

16- Favorite Flavor of Chips: Hint of Lime Tostitos!

17- Favorite Flavor of Pop: Coke.

18- Favorite Cookie: Caramel Chocolate Pecan... ohh yes!

19- Favorite Restaurant (and Fast Food Place): Diana's. Or Tim Hortons - w00t! But they don't come with sexy waiters, you'd have to go to William's for that... *sigh*

20- Favorite Color: blood red!


Have You Ever;

21- Stole From A Store: Yes - some of those candies in the bulk food aisle never made it through the checkout... I'M A TERRIBLE PERSON!!!!! *dies*

22- Lied: Yes, but never to friends unless it's something really personal.

23- Cheated On A Test: probably.

24- Been To Another Province/State: I've been to another province AND state! :-D Lucky me!

25- Been To Another Country: Technically I've been to five, but I've only semi-explored four of them.

26- Flown In A Plane: Numerous times!

27- Been To A Concert: Yeah baby! ;-D Take me out!

28- Tried To Kill Yourself: Noooo.

29- Thought About Killing Yourself: In such depth that I could probably be admitted somewhere. I'm just morbid like that.

30- Got In Trouble By The Police: No, I'm perfect. :-)

31- Gone Skinny Dipping: *innocent whistles* Oh, what's that? Skinny dipping, you say? ;-) My word! lol

32- Cut Yourself On Purpose: No. I can't do that stuff.

33- Prank Called Someone: He he! :-D

34- Had Sex: No. I am chaste and free of both pregnancy and sexually transmitted diseases!

35- Masturbated: All the live-long day! ;-) (jokes. ...perv.)

36- Called 911: No. Not even when my kitchen was on fire, I dealt with that myself. Because I'm independant. :-)

37- Been In A Physical Fight: Not since grade seven.

38- Rode A Roller Coaster: I have rolled many a coaster!

39- Wished You Were Someone Else: ...Oh yeah.

40- Played An Instrument (Which One): Drums, Bass, Saxophone, Tuba! Go Tuba! lol!


Do You

41- Have A Job: No, I'm sticking it to society. Yeah, bitch.

42- Play A Sport: Rugby, badminton! woo hoo!

43- Drive: I have a G1 but I've been driving since I was 12.

44- Have A Messy Room: My room is the epidemy of messiness.

45- Believe In Ghosts: yes, but not hollywood-style ghosts.

46- Believe In God: yes.

47- Like To Dance: DO I!?!

48- Like To Sing: Only when my heart is not broken... :-)

49- Have Any Piercing (Where): ears, eyebrow

50- Love someone (Truly): Well, I would say no. But that's not true. I truly love lots of people, just not in the narrow-minded sense this question is implying.


This Or That

51- Pepsi or Coke: COKE!

52- Vanilla or Chocolate: Chocolate for eating, Vanilla for candles, smelling, and putting in pancakes :-)

53- Rock or Rap: Rock.

54- Pink or Purple: Green!

55- Messy or Neat: messy or neat what!??!

56- Hugs or Kisses: *HUGS* but if I really like someone, then a plethra of BOTH! :-D hehe!

57- TV or Books: Books + Family Guy.

58- Comedy or Horror: Hard to say, because some "comedy" is just horrible and some "horror" cracks me the hell up - have you seen House of Wax? Funniest. Movie. EVER.

59- Casual or Dressy: Casually dressy. ;-) Like James Dean!

60- Dolphins or Monkeys: Dolphins. Did you know that aside from humans, dolphins are the only animals that have sex for pleasure? ;-)


Relationships/Friendships

61- Are You Going Out With Anyone (Who): No. Nobody, okay? I'll die single. :-P

62- Do You Have A Crush (Who): Yes. That Guy. You know him? He's That Guy from That Place!!

63- Who Is Your Best Friend: Best friends are SOOO grade 3!

64- Who Is Your Funniest/Funnest Friend: Mikey! Mr. Improv! w00t!

65- Who Is The Most Beautiful and Ugliest Friend: beautiful = myself. You can be friends with youself, right? I am. Ugliest = Frakenstein... keep it on the down 'lo but geeze, have you seen this guy?!

66- Who Is Your Most Trusting/Least Trusting Friend: Je ne ce pas.

67- Who Is Your Most Smartest Friend: Megs - hands down.

68- Who Is Your Tallest/Shortest Friend: Kenny and Tayler.

69- Have You Ever Liked Your Friend: No, I hate them all.

70- Do You Have Any Online Friends: YES!!! :-D


I;

71- I Know: all the words on Surfacing by Sarah Mclachlan

72- I want: a doberman puppy!!!!!!!! :-D

73- I wish: I owned a private jet...

74- I Have: a nice ass ;-)

75- I Hate: the aspect of hate.

76- I Miss: Average Joe: The Joes Strike Back every Tuesday.

77- I Fear: A combination of lonliness and myself.

78- I Hear: that Ciara was born with half a penis.

79- I Search: Using primarily Google as my search engine.

80- I Love: YOU!

81- I Ache: When people throw things at me that hurt.

82- I Care: sometimes too much than I should.

83- I Always: brush my teeth in the morning! :-)

84- I Dance: like a feind!

85- I Cry: when people are jerks.

86- I Do Not Always: get straight to the point.

87- I Write: alot.

88- I Confuse: many people!

89- I Can Usually Be Found: In Guelph!

90- I need: a job.


About The Person You Like:

91- What Is Their Full Name: [person X]

92- Do You Think They Are(Put An X After Each One You Think Applies)
Cute X
Pretty X
Beautiful X
Sexy X
Hot X
Nice X
Sweet X
Bossy W
Smart X
Funny X

93- Would You Ever Kiss Them: No, I'm amish. :-P

94- What Is It That You Like About Them (Looks, Personality, Ext.): the whole shi-bang. ;-)

95- What Would You Like Them To Wear: Something nice and soft so I could feel it and be all like; "Ouu! This is so soft!", and then maybe just, you know... admire the softness for a while...*ahem* hehehe!

96- Is Their Any Part Of Their Body You Want To Touch: *sigh* Many. Many. Many parts... ;-) except the naughty bits. I don't do the easy thang...

97- If You Were To Look At Them, What Is The First Thing You Look At (Be Honest): their pretty face.


98- If You Have Any Other Comments About Them, Put Them Down:
How's about you an I have us a little game of risk? ;-) lol!


Other

99- What is your deepest darkest secret ever?: I can't say. It's a secret.

100- What do you HONESTLY think of the person who sent this to you (Be Honest, you won't hurt anyone's feelings)?: Seeing as I got it off Google... they're pretty frickin' rad!! :-)

The Death of Me

Suicide 67% Natural Causes 67% Disappear 60% Suffocated 53% Bomb 53% Gunshot 47% Posion 47% Stabbed 47% Eaten 47% Cut Throat 40% Accident 27% Drowning 27% Disease 20% How Will You Die?? created with QuizFarm.com

I love walking alone at night!

Mood: annoyed
Music: Sade - No Ordinary Love

I miss the carefree old days where one could walk to the store for milk without having their ass pinched by a random old man!

Oh, and forgive me gentlemen for being a cynic, but I guess I've just never envisioned myself being greeted by the love of my life at half-past midnight in the middle of Liverpool street with a beer in his hand. You're damn right I don't want to talk to you.

Pervs.

[Edited to add: Okay. Well, today wasn't so bad - I found a Jamacian coin in my change!! w00t! Also, a Random Surrealism Generator has been added to this blog - enjoy it in the footer.]

My two cents.

Mood: tired
Music: Personal Jesus - Depeche Mode

I am growing weary of my educational persuits! So hear ye, I am going to blog.

There's this thing that I do sometimes when I'm mad. Well, not so much mad but kinda hurt by somebody and I know I should be mad - and maybe I am in some ways - but not really. Anyways. What I do sometimes is I kick back and pretend to be all pissed off and take the liberty of telling everyone that I'm all pissed off, or I don't care, or I hate somebody or whatever. When mostly I'm just lieing to see if the other person gives enough of a damn to come over or call or at the very least take the time and energy to ask me what the fuck my problem is. (...Even if they have a worse attitude than I do.)

Well, either they come over or call me or inquire as to what the fuck my problem is, and I'm happy that they care and it gets all better - or they don't. And when they don't, I'll drop slight little hints, which can get to be very blatant should time go on. And if a whole lot of nothing continues to occur, well, then I end up actually not liking them on the grounds that the friendship was obviously a sham all along and they're nothing but a great holy pain in the ass. That, or they're incredibly thick and fail to notice the hints. Or they're putting me to the exact same test, which is ingenious because I do it, but I suppose it would have a high instance of backfiring should two somewhat cagey people get mad at eachother (or pretend to) at the same time.

Anyways. Just thought I'd mention it because some of the symptoms are showing in someone I know. (And are kinda going completely over the other one's head.) And I'd hate for them to end up actually not liking one another because of a stupid communicational flaw.

- end insight -

In other news, I bought one of those paddle-ball thingies, just for the trill of it! And now! I can paddle the ball diagonally, horizontally AND upside-down! Holy crap! I am SO good!

AND! Yesterday! I called my Pretend Internet Boyfriend and DID NOT chicken out about it! Nope, not I! Though I did procrastinate for an hour and discover that his area code is from Minneapolis when infact he lives in Chicago. Which opens the door to the possibility that he could be a secret agent of sorts. I mean, he COULD be a secret agent - He has an accent!! ...Sort of. Hehe!

Also. It rained like a madman today. And I was wearing white. And I got see-through pants. How rare!

It would have been a Mama Shamara dancing-in-the-rain moment. But The Mother was afraid I'd get struck by lightening.

- end -

My family tie is a slipknot!

Mood: Fine. But I was pissed off a minute ago.
Music: The Be Good Tanyas - The Littlest Birds

Good God!! How is it that my family has a knack for turning every conflict into a full-blown Jerry Springer episode? Fuck! I am living on a dysfunctional funny farm!

Here is what happened:

Jake is playing GTA San Andreas for like, the millionth hour. No joke, this game is pretty much the reason the kid's taking grade nine math three times. He's already beat it but hey, why not beat it AGAIN!
So. We were going to watch a movie, which meant he had to save, and I wasn't really paying attention - I saw him running up to one of those totally realistic floating diskette thingies when I went to put the DVD in, so I figure he saved, and then he's like "Oo, I gotta make some breakfast first!" So I look up and his little black guy is in the kitchen with a box of cereal just as I turn the game off - woops; THAT was a fucking BAD idea!

I said sorry and all that, but before you know it there's a controller flying across the room as well as a "burn in hell you fucking bitch/cocksucker/diseased french whore etc." (Okay I made the last one up :-P) - My brother is like a truck driver with turrets when he's pissed, which is a bit pathetic. So I kind of smirked and told him he needed anger management - I am just full of bad ideas today, aren't I?

So he stands up on the couch, tells me to fuck myself, feigns blasting the Xbox converter at my head, so I duck, and laugh at him. I have this habbit of laughing in uncomfortable situations. That pissed him off even more, so he lets it fly and it smacks against my ankle, leaving one hell of a bruise.

I dunno. I have a thing with ankles - I am an Aquarius so if you're into astrology you know that ankles are my "special area". So now I'm pissed off, I chuck the converter against the wall and march into the kitchen where The Mother is peacably ignoring the lake of verbal diarrhea I've been subjected to drown in (I don't care, just the fact that you know he's trying to hurt you really isn't nice).
Because I'm an attention whore I open the freezer door with a little more force than necessary in my quest to get ice on my battered little foot, which sends The Mother lunging at me. Now she's screaming at me because I "can't control my anger" (like I'm sure the freezer will be scarred for life) and I'm screaming at her because she just stood there and thoroughly ignored about 50 swear words the lil' brudder hurled at me. And I'm crying, out of frusteration mostly, and she's yelling at me because the converter's broken (which is 100% completely MY fault) and I'm being called an abuser (for Christ's sake, I didn't know there was such thing as electronics abuse) and then the rest is pretty much a blur. Now I am at the computer.

Sooo... my mother has since informed me that I'm paying for the next thing I break - that's right, we're all in favour of the damn Xbox converter. Nobody cares that I'm also going to be paying for Jacob's little outburst by hobbling around for the next couple of days. But that's what you get for living with a couple of materialistic assholes.

If anybody wants a roommate I can cook, sort of... anybody? Heh heh.

-end-

Hermitude

Mood: sedated
Music: Faith Hill - Breathe

I am turning into a hermit.

...I have graciously declined my invite to the old Drama Council BBQ. That's the kind of thing you have to be in a mood for - and I'm not in the mood. I've decided to be the Canadian in the little UN (United Neurotics) of ours and just stay the hell out of the cursed drama for once. It's good for my brain.

And also. The London thing sucks. It makes me nauseous, for real. I'm hypersensitive. But kudos to Karen and her mom, they're great! Her mother, of course, like all mothers from the golden age thinks that a terrorist attack on Canada is now imminent. So Karen, sagelike as she always is (I LOVE this girl) calmly explains; "It's just as they were thinking about withdrawing from the war - bomb the Brits and they bomb Iraq! And we're not even in the war anyways, see - we're with the terrorists!"

Ha ha!

(fin)

Nerds 4 lyfe.

Mood: pleasant
Music: Queen - We Are the Champions

My friends are about the ONLY people I know who can go to a place called "Sports World" and spend the night in the arcade.

Haha. Nerds.

When Stuff Pisses Me Off

Mood: irratated
Music: The Bravery - Unconditional

Well I think it is safe, and very accurate to say that I am not the happiest of campers at the moment.

Besides the fact that it sounds as if there is a cricket trapped within my mouse, which makes me want to hurl it against the nearest wall (...or person) at full force, I have willed myself off painkillers and am now experiencing oral surgery in it's purest form. (And I DON'T LIKE IT! AHHHHHH!)

Anyways. For the past two somewhat uneventful weeks of my life, I've been waiting around discussing with Mikey an appropriate time for the Drama Counicl BBQ, a time that everyone could make it to alright, and just for a change of pace, we were thinking about having it at my house.
So. A couple days go by while I'm in a codiene-induced haze and when I finally arise I have a dandy little e-mail telling me that it's going to be at Fah's place on Thursday approximately one hour before I have to be somewhere else.
That's great - I might as well go hang myself because no offence to The Fah, but I'd probably manage to eke about the same ammount of enjoyment out of that as out of her damn barbique. ...I might just injure my frail jaw from all the fake-smiling I'd have to do.

Dammit. (Over and out.)

...We have created an idol!!!

Mood: grrrrrreat!
Music: My Chemical Romance - Thank You For The Venom

Right now is the first time in over 24 hours that I've worn any form of pants! (Excluding the underpant variety. I'm not that indecent.) Hehehe! (And they're blue short-shorts two years out of date!) ...That's what codeine will do for you, folks.

Oh man does my face ever look fat! HAHA! You HAVE to see this... oh, how orthodontics have ravaged my once slender oval visage...

Normal Anne vs. Fatty McFatface

Ah, hahahahaha! I look like a damn gopher! He heee!

Also. Because he is such a nice guy, The Russian brought me back an arrowhead from a ghost town in Arizona!! And it's my new lucky charm, 'cause I don't even remember grabbing it but I held it in my hand throughout my entire surgery. I was holding it when I woke up and it went so well that my face didn't even get bruised! YAY!

But that's not ALL he brought me! Oh, no! It gets much MUCH better. He also brought back proof (in postcard format) that God lives in Arizona:

(Oh, YES!!!)

...Which makes him my new favourite Russian. Thus, an idol is born!

Ta Da.