All About Me

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Ta Da.

Spring Cleaning

Mood: Fantabulous!
Music: James Blunt - You're Beautiful

I have just involved myself in one of those activities that (for some reason) are exactly like saying: "Hey! You! Start a rumor about me!" When in fact, my behaviour was completely innocent.

I happened to be cleaning my room - and I don't just mean your average dusting. Ohhh, no. I mean fearlessly delving into the unknown, way down deep into the very soul of my bedroom. (That is, if my bedroom had a soul.) Anyways, I was doing that when I ran into some, shal we say... unfavourable mementos of which my keen feminine logic demanded must be disposed of. Immediately. By means of fire.

So I promptly whipped out my trusty Ritualistic Cauldron of Flame and set to work cleansing myself of the newly-resurfaced contamination which had tainted me for far too long.

It was fantastic. The only problem is that, by it's very nature, fire tends to consume oxygen pretty quickly. And when a fire happens in a can (excuse me, Ritualistic Cauldron of Flame) that has no holes poked in it, one will inevtiably be left with a rich plume of smoke, not unlike that which follows:


And what may infact have been a harmless act of spiritual purification for me, may in appearance have looked remarkably similar to the use illicit substances to my neighbour Sharon (a.k.a. Mod Flanders), whom I noticed was observing me with some measure of scrutiny through her kitchen window.

Umm, yeah. I can't really explain this one...

Anywhoo, the ritual now complete, I have come to a higher level of self-actualization and in doing so, have also done the world a favour by ridding it of a small volume of bad poems by a mildly-psychotic ex who shal remain nameless. Because I'm good like that.

Most of the ashes were scattered in my backyard, along with the remains of the pet butterfly that I had in grade seven.

The rest, I returned to sender.

Ta Da.

hooray for chocolate

Mood: pretty damn good
Music: Chantal K. - In This Life

H E R S H E Y spells L O V E, and I am in it right now... ooohhhhhh yeahhh...

I'm in one of those moods where I just want to curl up and watch City of Angels with a big bowl of ice cream (preferably with chocolate sauce and strawberries on top) and cry like a sissy.
Unfortunately I can't because I have school tomorrow, and besides, I am lacking the funds required to rent a movie.

*Le sigh*

Oh well. At least I have my Hershey's. And my Chantal Kreviazuk.

...And John Donne and his beautiful, beautiful poetry. (Damn you!)

...And a box of kleenex.

Okay I'm done now.

Best. Weekend. Ever.

Mood: happy:sad = 10000:100 ...kind of thing.
Music: REM - losing my religion

Damn.

Europe has nothin' on Guelph.

This March Break I spent some time with my Pretend Internet Boyfriend, only without the 'Internet'. ...And without the 'Pretend'.

Needless to say, every second was delicious. But the first day was rather excruciating because on the outside I was all like [..........] but on the inside I was all like [!!!!!!!!!!] but then, by the second day, everything was all like:

Hallelujah!

And now I'm all like, sounding crazy. And stuff.

So I give you a list of strange and wonderous things about my Pretend Internet Boyfriend:

1. He has pretty eyes. Pretty pretty pretty!
2. He's all soft and cuddly-like
3. He smells like a sexy pineapple
4. He opens the door all the way for the people in the movie theatre, thereby saving all of their lives incase of fire!
5. His smile is severely contageous
6. Close proximity to or contact with above mentioned Pretend Internet Boyfriend results in a rare, unexplained drug-like state of euphoria accompanied by the absence of insecurities
7. He is friend and family approved!

OHMYGAWDHOWDIDIEVERGETTOBESODAMNLUCKY?!?!?!?

...Speaking of so damn lucky, did I mention that my friends kick absolute supreme ass? And that they are the best? And that I love them? And that they throw a rockin' party? And give the best presents ever?

Best Presents Ever Include:

• Booze money and CD of Selected Zelda Themes courtesy of the Ever-Wonderful Chirstopher
• A collection of only the best essentials from Cat and Ben, including a delux array of CHOCOLATE!
• Half of The Body Shop and a handy-dandy Nightmare Before Christmas tin of peppermints from Robbie Baby
• Elegant amethyst earrings and a classy beer mug from my lovely Pretend Internet Boyfriend
• IOU dinner from Kristi and IOU gourmet chocolate from Mulligan
• BEST PARTY EVER courtesy of best friends ever Mikey and Cat

Annnd I'm Spent!

Anneliese's Friendship Rule No. 765

What goes on in The Basement* stays in The Basement

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*yes, I consider the Westwood parking lot to be an extension of The Basement

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where is my time machine?

Mood: starving
Music: Jan Arden - Wonderdrug

One year ago, right this very moment, I would have been on a plane to EUROPE, baby!

Where is a time machine when you need it?

Anyways. I would normally be sleeping right now except upon returning from a trip to Toronto to see The Good Body, I realized that I hadn't eaten today and I decided to cook up some midnight KD. And it is delicious.

But (briefly) about the play - feminism gets such a bad rap most of the time-- but hell, watching this show tonight and listening to Eve Ensler at her Q&A session after the play it dawned on me that this is the first thing I've heard in a long time that actually makes sense. As in, the fundamentals would actually improve society (from a humanistic point of view, anyway). So fuck Harper and Bush, Eve Ensler should totally run the continent -- I'd vote for her!! Long live feminism! Woo!

Ta Da!

time zones

Mood: sleepy
Music: NIN - ruiner

So yesterday I went across the street to babysit and entered into the secret time zone of where "...untill 6:15" really means "I'll call you at ten to seven, claim that my spouse will be home in ten minutes and we'll both walk in the door fifty-five minutes later!"

Which is peachy. Especially on a night where I have mountains of homework, but guilt and a feverish 10-year-old forbid me to nip across the street and retrieve it.

Gah! Adults these days...

I'm a preppy geek who's great in bed!

Mood: fantastic!
Music: Our Lady Peace - Innocent

...And I'm also a hooker to boot. Yep. That's right.
This morning at practice the senior girls demonstrated a scrum, and origionally another girl was our hooker. But before we even started, the coach stopped us in our tracks and promptly made us switch places - because, clearly Anneliese is what we call prime hooker material! YEAH!!

Anywhoo. If you too would like an amusing title and or screen name, please consult the following information: (p.s. I took this straight out of a forward and remain completely unaccountable for any use of the term "ur" as in, "I'm too lazy to add two more letters and make an actual word":)


Body:
January- Slutty
February- Preppy
March- Horny
April- Punk
May- Adorable
June- Nerdy
July- Popular
August- Talkative
September- Beautiful
October- Pretty
November- Gothic
December- Ugly

What day is ur birthday?

1- Beauty Queen
2- Model
3- Ninja
4- Actor
5- Power-Ranger
6- Slut
7- Geek
8- surgeon
9- Crack-Whore
10- Dog
11- Angel
12- Caution Freak
13- Irish Man
14- Candy Cane
15- Sex Maniac
16- Alcoholic
17- Teacher's Pet
18- Stoner
19- Pirate
20- Fairy
21- Princess
22- Surfer
23- Piece of Pizza
24- Hottie
25- Druggie
26- Punk
27- Rockstar
28- Poser
29- Drama Queen
30- Hooker
31- Care Bear

What color is your
hair?

blonde= Who's sexually frustrated
brown= Who's great in bed
black= Who needs a life
red= Who loves to ride emus
pink= who loves to make out

(p.s.s I also love how "surgeon" is the only title that's an improper noun.)

Ta da.