Track Meet!

So we went to Frankfort for our track meet yesterday, and it was probably the funnest one so far this year. [Funnest???] I promised to tell you about it, but first I'm gon' tell you about the beginning of my day.

We had a Trashion show at school today. You know, trash + fashion? *slaps knee* and I got 3rd place. My dress was a clear shower curtain that I collaged with magazines, painted with acrylic paint, and then spray painted [on the inside] silver, so you couldn't see my Annie-nips. I wore it with silver shoes, and I styled my hair into an enormous beehive, with lots of silver makeup. I had so much fun! At the assembly I walked to "North American Scum" and at the end, I blew a kiss to Mr. Stewart, my *hot* English teacher! His face turned bright red, and it was adorable. In the pictures, though, it looks like my boobs are going to pop out of it! I was tired after the show, and kind of leaning on Olam. *wink* I would tell you what my friends' outfits looked like but no let's talk about ME.

The assembly was 6th hour, and then shortly after the show we were dismissed early for our meet. U.C. and I sat next to each other, and we listened to "Every Time We Touch" by Cascada, "Say My Name" by Destiny's Child, [I know!!!] and "Grace Kelly" by Mika. And of course, by 'listened", I really mean sang at the top of our lungs and made appropriate hand gestures while party boy-ing in the bus seat. The people behind us got smacked a couple times in their face by our ponytails. At the meet, Jew, Bird Face, U.C., Aunt Ali, and I hung out, finding ways to fit Jew's name into songs, and making up cool Jew catch phrases, i.e. Jewnicorn, Jew-puffs, Jew Mittens. [Don't worry, I'll tell you the story behind Jew. Just scroll down to the bottom if you must know now.] OH! Monkey Face was there, too. That's important!

I was signed up to run "The Big Four"; 3200 relay, Mile, 800 run, 2 mile. [This all adds up to 4 miles in one meet. Learn the metric system! And, yes, I know I stole that from somebody's tweet.]

I'm the 2nd leg in the 3200 relay. Bird Face ran first, and speed demon that she is, she stayed in 1rst for most of it, until the very end when a Suttons Bay girl beat her. She is REALLY good at running 800s. When I ran, I made the gap larger between us and first, and we were in 2nd by like, 20 meters. Aunt Ali i sthe slowest on our team, even though we all LOVE her forever, and made the gap more like 40 meters. Then, Monkey Face started out at a normal pace, then gradually got faster. It was like one moment I looked and she was 40 meters behind Suttons bay, and then I double take and she's like 2 meters! She kicked it in at the last 200 meters, and passed her, getting us 1rst place! I was SO proud of her! I was not expecting that at all. Overall, i think my split was better than Monkey Faces, which is odd. I got a 2:50, and she got a 2:54. Bird Face, of course got a 2:46.

Chris T [yes, the one from Dream Post #1], Aunt Ali, Monkey Face, and I were getting ready for the mile, when we saw Devon, his brother, crumping on some slutty Frankfort girl who went to our middle school. This is the same kid who was making out with an 8TH GRADER before our invitational. With Chris' enthusiastic blessing, Monkey Face and I divulged a plan. First, Monkey Face sidles up to Devon, embracing him in a VERY romantic way. I was a little surprised to see this coming from Monkey Face! She gave Frankfort Girl a dirty look, and said "Baby, who's this?" Devon stared open mouthed, and Monkey Face went on; "You promised me you wouldn't talk to other girls when I'm not around!" *Devon mutters something* "Yes you did! You said it to me on the phone, last night. Remember?" This invoked a panicked look on Frankfort girl's face as she stammered "We were just talking! I'm just sitting here, ma'am!" Monkey Face stomped off, and then I acted out my part: After she left, I moved in on Devon, super-close, and said, "Later tonight, you coming over?" He tried to speak, but I stopped him. "Call me." I leaned in closer, grabbed his butt, and walked away.

Mile. Mile, Mile, Mile, Mile, Mile!Aunt Ali and Monkey Face ran this with me. I was in first for the first 800, but then two girls, [including one that had been blocking behind me the whole race] passed me and I wound up getting 3rd with Ali about 200 meters away, getting 4th. Monkey Face jogged the whole thing, because she had never ran that event and just wanted to get a feel for it. I got a 6:19, which is BS. Back in the day, when I was a sophomore and good, I could get 5:50s. *SIGH*

There was some drama about Bird Face having to run the 4 x 100 relay, but I wasn't really involved. U.C. ran the 400 open, 300 hurdles, and had to run the 800, too, and they're all next to each other!

Bird Face, U.C., Ali, Monkey Face and I were all getting ready for the 800 run when we had the idea to stay together and link arms to finish the race together. Bird Face wasn't obligated of course, because she actually has a chance of placing. [which she did] So for the first lap all four of us ran together, and linked arms when we were by the crowd. Then we broke apart and kicked it in the 2nd lap. I had a ton of energy left, so I passed one girl. I felt really bad though, because I didn't even feel tired afterwards.

There is only a 200 dash between the 800 run and my 2 mile, but so much happened! Granted, there were a lot of heats. U.C.ran the 2 mile with me, even though she made it CLEAR she was just jogging.

While we were getting ready... WE SAW THE 'SHARE THE WILL' GUY!!!! Last year Regionals were in Frankfort, and there was this one dude who was like phsycotic or something, who kept walking past our tent with his dog on a leash and a plastic bag full of cans, muttering "Sh-sh-share teh will, share the will" [we later found out he meant "Share the wealth" but he will live on forever as "Share The Will" Guy] he did this like 20 times, sometimes with the dog, sometimes with just the bag, a couple times on a moped. Some choice phrases from "Share The Will" guy:

"My dog can catch a hundred squirrels in 5 minutes."
"I can pick up 50 girls on this [moped] in 5 minutes."
"Better get th-th-these pretty girls out of the rain!"
[After trying to rev his engine] "Damn squirrels!"
And of course, "Share the will." [We got that on the back of out t-shirts!]

Bird Face says she saw him pick through the trash, find an apple, and eat it.

Anyway, we saw him at this meet. He just had the bag of cans, and a raincoat, and he was picking through the garbages. Then he left. Nothing interesting, but we were so excited to see him! We pointed him out to all of the freshmen who had never seen him before, and reminisced about our first encounter with him. It put me in such a good, hyper mood! We got 2 pictures of him.

Anyway, back to the 2 mile. I started out... up there, I guess. [they ran boys and girls together, so it was hard to tell what place you were. Two girls passed me that I can remember, and I lapped poor U.C., who got last. I think I wound up getting a 14:o5, which is terrible! I felt like I was going a lot faster. I used to get 12:40s my sophomore year! I don't know what's going on with me this year. I almost cried.

My good mood improved pretty quickly when I was walking back to the bus with Bird Face, though. We saw Devon with, guess who? Frankfort Slut! I immediately dropped my bag and purse, sprinted up to them, wedged myself between them, [they were close] and leapt into Devon's arms. I had my arms wrapped around his neck and was straddling him. Seriously. I was lucky he even caught me, but then he totally grabbed my ass. Ewwww! I stayed in character though, lacing my fingers into his and marching him away from Frankfort Slut, who slinked away sheepishly. Bird Face was cracking. up. It was the most fun.

On the bus, there was more singing and general good feeling, because for once, we agreed with the boys who wanted to stop at McDonald's on the way home. McDonald's was packed, because Manistee, who was at the meet, was also there. While we were in line, with people swaying around us, and our coaches distracted, I kept trying to pressure Travis, a sophomore, into stealing a big cardboard poster for me. It had some mocha thing on it. I didn't actually think he had the balls, but after some plotting and persuasion, the kid ripped it out of the display, folded it in half, shoved it in his shirt, told me what food he wanted, an sprinted to the bus. I was sooo excited! I bought him some food and sprinted to the bus, where I launched myself onto him, exclaiming over and over how proud I was and what a bad ass he is. The poster is in my room as we speak.

So then there was more fun on the bus, and then we got home. I haven't had a meet with this many good memories since freshman year. And now it's all documented! Awesome.

I'm off to bed. It's past my bedtime. Tomorrow I have our invite, the I'm going to a *real*
Trashion Show in Traverse City with some friends and my art teacher, and then some more friends and I are going to the late showing of the movie, "Obsessed". So, I'm sure I'll have more to write about! Adios!

As promised, the story behind Jew. This actually happened in reigionals in Frankfort. We were all in our tent and our coach was telling us who was running which events. When she wrote "Jen", Jew's legal name, she made her "N" all loopy so it looked like "Jew". I knew this, but I was ebing a smartass and said "Who's Jew?" Ever since then we've called her Jew, and she's been really chill about it. I'm glad, because it would have sucked if she was all defensive or something. It's perfect, because she's a sophomore and blonde, and she's like the smallest person you've ever seen, so when you see her you just say "Je-e-e-ew!" In a high pitched voice. It's so cute. I wish I had that nickname. Nowadays she even joins in the fun. Before she only laughed at our Jew jokes, but now she contributes. For example, she invented "Jew Puffs", and before every race she rubs her Jew Luck all over me. This is how great memories are made.

'Nuther Dream Post!!!

Had another dream, and this'un was crazy. Here's what happened:

The first thing I remember is I was in a dorm room of sorts, and every girl in my grade was in it, sleeping in bunk beds. It looked like the way orphnages look in movies. I was half-asleep in the top bunk of a bed, drifting in and out of consiousness, [Yes, I was still dreaming. I dream about falling asleep, because I am very interesting.] while my female physics teacher, who is very old and fat, was talking about her sex life! She said something about men having stamina; "Out of everyone you've slept with, about 60% of them just aren't going to get the job done. *drift drift drift* Raise your hands if you've ever had an orgasm from intercourse. [a lot of girls' hands raised, and none of them questioned why a physics teacher would ask them this] *drift drift* Enjoy it now, ladies. You are at your sexual peak, from now on, men are going to ge worse and worse."

Then, I was in my highschool hallway, and Uncle Casey was gone! She had like, moved away, or died, or something, and I took her place. I was like, going to her classes, and hanging out with her senior friends and stuff. This is odd, because I hang out with U.C. and follow her around all the time, but I think her friends think I'm annoying. Then, U.C.'s boyfriend arrived on the scene! We'll call him Aunt Eeeric. First, I need to tell you that Cassie is in a bit of a love triangle, where Bachelor #2 totally wants her bod, but she has a boyfriend. Aunt Eeeric get's really, jealous, and hates Bachelor #2. But in my dream, after U.C. disappeared, Aunt Eeerik and Bachelor #2 were like united in their greif over U.C. They were both standing by her locker looking sad, and then looked at each other, and walked away arm in arm. [This did not sound gay at all in my dream.] Then for some reason, I was hugging Aunt Eeeric, in a very romantic way! I must mention that Aunt Eeeric has sort of a hunched back. It's not unattractive, necessarily, but he just has really poor posture. And, I am short of stature. In my dream though, Aunt Eeeric was super tall, even with his hunched back! I had to stand on a green plastic chair, and then I was the perfect height for hugging. Then I tried to jump on his back, but he slumped forward, and I had to get off. And then the bell rang, which was really my alarm clock going off, and I know that usually only happens in movies.

Weird, eh? I don't think I'll tell U.C. about this one. She'll think I'm a creepy little wannabe, which I'm NOT. Tomorrow, remind me to tell you about the track meet tonight. Adios! Sweet dreams!

Dream Post!!!

Okay, so I had the weirdest dream about S&S last night. Keep in mind that last night I had a track meet, during which I spent the whole time flirting with Chris Trowbridge and shamelessly running across the infield like the good little non-girlfriend I am to cheer on S&S in his 800 run. I got home at 9:30. I then stayed on Twitter until after 11, where this guy kept threatening to kill himself, which scares me to death. I finally went to bed around 11:30, I'd say. I was really tired, so I deffo didn't expect my dream to be so vivid.

Here it is:

First, I was standing in a group with him and a couple of people on the track team, when he just grabs my butt. His girlfriend was near, too! Then [in my dream still] I wake up to my mom's phone vibrating in my face, and I look and it's S&S's number! "What a coincidence!" I think to myself as I answer. Then, just as I'm about to hang up becaus I've said "hello" 3 times and no one has answered, he says in a strangely rehearsed voice, "It's been a while since I've heard your voice! It's been six days which is also [something] which is also [something] [something about a solar eclipse or some jank]" Then, he's all like "So, you wanna be my girlfriend again?" and I'm distracted for some reason, and don't realize what he's said until I've already said "I've gotta go I'll call you back bye." Then, I'm off to a track meet again where I sit next to Caity Sue, [who is not even doing track!] on Marion's concrete bleachers. Then I tell her about the strange call I've received. "So, S&S called me last night." She rolls her eyes and says "You're running with the wrong circle, hon!"[This is really weird, because I'm not sure if this is even a phrase. I've never heard Caity-Sue say it, and I've never said it, so I don't know how someone in my dream would say it.] And then, I'm arriving at S&S's house [I've never been to his house] and it looks like the inside of MY house. The Trowbridges appear to be living there, though, [They are a family of mostly adopted children and S&S is adopted, too, but they're not related at all. However, both the Trowbridge boys are on track so that's probably why I dreamed about them.] anyway, Chris Trowbridge makes S&S scrub the floor by the woodstove with a toothbrush. [We have carpeting by the woodstove!] The floor is covered with teeny wood chips and soot, and everytime S&S get's a spot clean, Devon Trowbridge messes it up again. Then, when he's done, we're alone in the house, and S&S asks me casually out of the blue "So are we going to be all like 'I hate you' or all like 'I love you'?", and I said "Well I'd rather be like 'I love you'" and that is the end of my dream. Pretty screwy, eh?

I almost want to check my mom's phone, which is downstairs. It all seemed really weird.

Nostalgic memories of me and S&S...

One time, S&S and I had a contest to see who could find the other person's name is the lyrics of a song. I have a kind of unique first name, and my Spanish nickname for him is very obscure also. The winner got 25 quick kisses on the cheek. I won. I found his Spansh name in a Spanish song title, [with the help of yahoo answers!] and the next day he kissed me on the cheek really quickly, like one after the other 5 times in a row before I stopped him [it tickled] and kissed him for real. Then we made a promise that if one of us ever was in a band or wrote a song for any reason in the future, we had to write one about the other person, with their name in it, of course. I wonder if he'd still honor that? Not sure if I would.

We ha our first track meet yesterday, [don't ask me what my times were, Ack!] and of course S&S and Little Wheeler were all up on eachother. *rolls eyes* At least we have a rule that boys and girls can't sit next to eachother on the track bus. I flirted with like ALL the guys on the boys track team, just because it's fun and I wanted S&S to be jealous. Then, the football guys [most of the football guys are on track and just as gay as usual] convinced a mentally retarded kid on the team to write me love notes the whole bus ride home. It was really embarrassing, but the notes were cute, lol. One said:

"Ani call me baby I'll buy you a pop baby I love u huny call me at 2:20 pm"

and then when I didn't answer, he wrote back:

"you crapt on my heart ani and send back the nots!"

This is exactly the spelling he used, except I didn't include his attempts at my real name, lol.

Swedish Vampires [Wooo!]

Can you tell me WHY I am IM-ing S&S right now and acting like everythings fine?

Why?

Both my cellys [cellies?] are broken. Ack!

So, yes both of my cell phones are broken, and I broke them each within a week. One of them got wet, and now the battery's all swollen. Then, like a day after that, when I had switched my sim card to my old phone, I accidentally crushed it! No joke! It's broken in half now, and neither one even turns on.

I feel completely cut off from the world without my phone, and the worst part is that I don't know if S&S has even tried to contact me since the beginning of spring break! He could have left a voicemail professing his undying love to me, and I would have no idea! I bet he thinks I'm pissed at him, because I haven't talked to him since the "Uhhh Photoshop" conversation we had Friday. [Ugh!] I can talk to my friends, because I told all of them about my phones, and they talk to me on the home phone when they need to. [Argh, I hate the home phone.] I can't tell S&S that, though, because it's not like I can call him and be like "Oh, yea, and in case you were going to try and talk to me, my phone's broken." I've been waiting for him to get on Yahoo! [or Meebo for me] so I can casually mention it.

I went to track practice today, then the dentist, and now I'm back, and I really want to jog down to my track and run a 2 mile or something, but I don't want to go alone, because it's really hard for me to motivate myself unless someone else is there. Normally I would ask S&S, because he lives about as far away from the track as I do, and I could meet him there, and because he [used to do] everything I ask him, because he loooved me. Even when we weren't dating, as a friend, y'know? I would just have to be like "pleeeeaaase?", because he's just a sweetie and couldn't say no. He also can run the same pace as me [when he's running slow] and he's a good partner [for me] because of this. Today would have been a perfect day for it, but noooo. He's busy banging Little Wheeler. Humph.

Goin' Swimming!

So, I'm hanging out with Uncle Casey today. We're going swimming at a ski resort [indoor pool]. She's bringing her 12 year old brother who has a huge crush on me, and his friend. When she told me that they were going to try and hit on me, I said "Time to bust out the skimpy suit then, eh?" I'm excited to spend time with my friend instead of sitting on my butt messing around on the internet and whining about how no one likes me. Toodle-oo, yall!

Oh Em Gee! Dramaaaa!

I'm kidding.

I'm really sorry about how whiny my last few posts have been. I still firmly beleive that no one follows me, or even internet stalks me, so I doubt anyone was really affected or bothered by them, but still. I don't want to become another one of those people wasting the internet with their problems. I'm not emo, and this sin'te my livejournal.

I kept my promise about finding a teen blog that was really gossipy and whiny, and I found two. They're not really the same as mine, because 1. They actually have followers who know who the people they're talking about are, 2. They don't pretend to be anything they're not, 3. They have wa-a-ay cooler designs than me.

Here's_what_I_found!=1
Oh_and_here's_another'un!/

Enjoy, unless you're not in the mood to read MORE whining or unless you DON'T EIST because no one reads my blog.

That.... that.... *Sobobob*

So I called S&S back,

I mustered up the courage,

I closed my goddamned webcomic, AND my blog.

And he said:

"Oh, uhhh, I just wanted to ask you, uhhh, for help with uhhh, Photoshop. But I fixed it."

"Okay," *pause*

"So, I'll talk to you some other time then."

Then we said goodbye.

That STRUMPET! That little motherfucking strollop. I didn't even exaggerate the "uhh"'s to make him sound dumber! The whole ordeal of, the phone ringing, and the calling him back, if he wasn't such a FORNICATRESS! I can't beleive it! My ribs just cracked open! I hope he does read my blog, even though I set it so you can't find it with Google, and our full names aren't on it anyway. Goddammit. I want to go running. This is the first time that tears have welled up in my eyes for his benefit ever. Even when we broke up I was mellow. [That one time I called him crying was half-because of my grandmother.] THIS IS HOW HURT I AM!

WAIL!!! WA-A-A-A-AIL!!! *stomp stomp* *fists pounding* This would be way funnier if I actually felt better after joking and making fun of myself.

I was actually really excited for the chance to talk to him.

What do I do? What do I do?

S&S just called me!

I didn't answer...

Does he read my blog or soething?

What the is going on here?

Should I call him back?

It's only 9:30!

I couldn't handle telling him off, or being nice to him.

Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!

He did the arm-pinching thing? What???

Wooo! Who's ready to force themselves to stay awake while reading/listening to a 16 year old girl rant about her "boy problems"? Apparently, none of yall's. [NO FOLLOWERS!] Notice how I didn't say "guy problems". That was purposeful, because I think it's more appropriate to call this motherfucker a boy than anything else. [Gee, harsh!]

So, anyway, I'm having a baby, and it's a BOY!

Hahaha get it, BOY problems? I crack myself up! [Chill out, I was just kidding. My oven is bunless.]

In all seriousness, though, it is getting to be major drama up in here. Sorry, but this is the only place I can express my whiner girl feelings, because I have no S&S that listens to me now. Which is good. The little putanna.

****Okay, OH GOD, break! I'm taking a break! VERNORS! Up my nose! Oh, sweet Jesus! What the hell! I wasn't even laughing! Okay, deep breathing, through mouth. I'm good. Whew!****

So anyway, [unless I haven't built the suspense up enough... no? you think? okay...] you know how I'm always forced to go to S&S's Spanish class during yearbook? Well, today Uncle Casey and I were printing off locker name tags for track [I know, aren't we cool!] and we had to go in there. I was doing pretty ok with avoiding confrontation. I talked to EVERYONE in there. Gertrude, some chick from my bus that's really nice, Thomas Spoor, Hake. [Rowr, Hake! N-cha! N-cha! Haha... yea, I was huggin' on Hake a little bit. *giggle*] Plus, Uncle Casey was in there, and we were having a grand old time as usual. S&S was doing his part, too. He was pestering the teacher, talking to Gabbage Patch, and NOT talking to me. And obviously, I did NOT have one eye subconsiously trained on him the whole entire day. I did NOT. I also definitely do NOT memorize the color of his shirt every morning so I can watch him out of the corner of my eye in the hallways and at lunch. [He usually wears brightly colored gangster shirts.]

Then, I had to go and get some paper, and when I was bent over with my upper half in the cupboard, all vulnerable-like, he walked by and was all "Hey Annie, nice shoes." [They WERE cute. Sparkly, see-through, jellies!] I can't remember if I pretended not to hear him, or said thanks. No, I think I pretended to be absorbed in a convo with Uncle Casey.

A while after that, I was talking to Uncle Casey again, and he walks by me, and just... I don't even know, he just pinched my arm...kinda. Huh. I think he just grabbed it and squeezed it twice, really fast, like a drive by squeezing. Weird, eh? And the worst part is that he did it when I was mid-sentence, and I lost my train of thought! I went from talking to Uncle Casey about I don't remember what [see?] to pausing and staring after him as he slinks away, to shrugging nd making confused hand gestures while mouthing "What was that" to Uncle Casey, who apparently didn't know what that was. Only after all of this smooth operating did I resume my conversation. Oh, but don't worry, I made sure to include a lot of "and then, uh... I mean uh..." before I was able to speak in sentances again. I bet S&S got a lot of satisfaction out of that if he was watching. I bet if I had looked, he would have been snickering, with that alluring Italian grin on his face.

So, yea, the even LATER, I was busy on my computer, and Uncle Casey was trying to explain something to me, and I hear S&S chatting with his sis, Gabbage Patch, and I hear him go, "Are you mad at me, [Gabbage Patch]?" And she's like "No, why?". And he's like "Because Annie's really mad at me." And because I was all disbeleiving and hallucinating, and telling him off in my mind, I drifted off for a second and came ack in time to hear him say "She get's mad about the dumbest things." What. The. Hell. Nonononono, WHO. The. Hell. Am I unreasonable for not wanting to exchange pleasantries with the dude who obtains a girlfriend and then completely ignores me, doesn't call me, never tells me why? Even the bitchiest of bitches would have allowed one phone call to an ex girlfriend once removed, to explain why he must shun her now. If Little Wheeler was that controlling, I would hope that S&S would have enough sense to dump her, because that is a twisted situaton, for sure. Or, at least he could have been sneaky enought to call me and then delete the 5 min phone conversation it would have taken to explain things? But nooo, he's just a po' li'le pussy wannabe gangster or player. So if I am mad, he wouldn't even know, because he has NOT made any effort to talk to me, so HE WOULDN'T HAVE ANY IDEA HOW FEEL! [Sorry So Shreiky!]

So much non-S&S-related jank has been going on since he quit talking to me, and it's the kind of stuff I would want to discuss with him! I went through my whole I'm-untalented-and-I'm-not-good-at-anything jag after seeing the play and talent show, which was way depressing, and is still kind of going on. I recently figured out that I don't get any scholarship money for my foreign exchange program to Italy, so I have to raise a shit-ton of money by next fall. I also have chosen not to go to my junior prom, because I have to save money, and if I wind up saving enough money, I'll miss my senior one, too; and If I DON'T save enough money, I'll never get to go to Italy! Ahhh! I'm also getting not-as-good-as-I'd-like grades, and I feel like a loser, because I can't seem to force myself to get off my ass for anything other than track practice, like hanging out with my friends. I also can't drive, and my parents refuse to teach me! You guys wouldn't have to be hearing all of this if I just had someone to talk to, but all of my friends expect me to be just this happy go lucky, perpetually bouncy, bundle of joy and humor and British accents. I can't seem to brimg myself to discuss anything deep with them, even though they'd probably be understanding. They don't get my frusration over S&S, still. They totally see through all of my stalking attempts, and thwart me. I need drugs or something, man.

You know what I'm going to do? I am going to look around on Blogger, something I haven't attempted [Aww gee, nurr, I wonder why no one's followed me yet, nurr, even though I don't follow anyone else, nurr] and find some other teenagers blog, and read every word of that jank, and maybe this will be my metaphorical squirt bottle for that bad habit I have of whining on the internet. A taste of me own medicine Argh! Apparently I am a pirate. Hmm.

Hasta la manana. [It's spring break, woo.] :[

Annie-hemian Rhapsody [There is no backstory to this name. I was listening to the song. By the way, have you noticed lately how AWESOME that song is? Well, you haven't heard me sing it!]

Going to have to hold off on that talent show thing...sorry!

I know that all NONE of you were lying awake in bed at night because you were SO excited for me to post pics of the talent show and tell you about it. Well, I'm a flakey-flake who forgot to get pics from the yearbook drive (at school). I also refuse to write about it until the pics are available. I want you to be able to visualize it!

We did timed 800s at track practice for the 3200 m relay, to see who would be in it this year. Last year our team was Uncle Casey, Aunt Ali, Bird Face, and Moi, and we made it to States! This year the same people tried for it with the addition of our cross country buddy: Monkey Face, along with like 3 fresh'uns, including Stringy-Haired Girl and Hurl (and un-nickname-worthy other fresh'un). The order was this:
1. Bird Face- She is the bombingest 800 runner EVER. It is solely because of her that we made it to States. She's also really fun even if she's a little competitive. But, who really cares? She pushes me to try my best in practice. Don't let the not-so-nice nickname mislead you. She's a deffo track buddy and I'm glad she's on the relay.
2. ME!-I was a little bit after Bird Face. I was happy with my place. I actually tried for a good time, and it was windy, so it would have been really easy for me to let myself jog it out. I'm pretty sure that if OUR COACH HADN'T MESSED UP OUR TIMES I would have been in the low 3:00s.
3. Monkey Face?!?!?- In the words of confused monkey: "Wha-a-a-at?" *Bats eyelashes* She really has been surprising me this year in track season. In cross country, she could barely finish a 3 mile run at a slow jog, and this spring she's been pushing herself alot in practice during the few long distance runs we've had. During her timed 800, she was actually up with ME for a while, but then slowed down towards the end.
4. Aunt Ali- the last member of the relay team, if this is any indication of who's going to make the team. I LOVES Aunt Ali, she's really determined, but she's not a great runner. She always had the worst split on our relay team last year, and I was really secretly hoping (for Annie's going-to-states's sake) that she'd get bumped off the relay team. Is that terrible? Maybe.
5. *SOB* Uncle Casey?- Whyyy? U.C. ALWAYS does this! She's all gung-ho about a race/meet, and then at the last second, sha says "You know, go on without me guys. You're all good runners, and I'm all old and decrepit." She NEEDS to be on our relay team! She needs to! After the 800 run we did today, that she didn't even TRY at... she even said "Oh, I saw that [Monkey Face] was up by you guys, and I didn't want to pass [Aunt Ali.] I'll just be your cheerleader/team mom again." Now, I don't know if she truly let Aunt Ali win, but I know that if she had been TRYING she could have been up there with Monkey Face. This is oing to totally RUIN my Junior 3200 relay experience! If we make it to States, we won't get to take Uncle Casey, and I'll have to spend the whole track season with MONKEY FACE!
6. *sniff* A while after Uncle Casey, came un-nickname-worthy fresh'un. there was no contest as to whether or not we'd beat ALL 3 of the freshmen.
7. Stringey-Haired Girl brought up the rear. She had said at teh beginning that she definitely didn't want to be on the relay team or even the 800; she just wanted to go outside. Whatever. *Is still pouting about Uncle Casey*
AND ZERO'eth PLACE. Hurl. She quit halfway through because she had to get her inhaler. She's not as conditioned as the rest of us; she'd been sick for like two weeks, and missed a whole week for the play, also. Still, silent victory for Annie! [JUST KIDDING I have resolved to make Hurl my track buddy. Besides, we are now united, with Little Wheeler as a common enemy.]

I'm going to look up inspiring track quotes and decoupage Uncle Casey's locker with them.

Adios, puntos!

Astrid. (did I already do that name?)

P.S. SOLAMENTE UNA VE-E-EZ!!!

Alas, a new enemy to prove to you all how spiteful and mean I am.

So... S&S has a new girlfriend. Hurl is gone from his life and is now residing on the track team, with the other S&S rejects [me]. I couldn't tell for a long tiime if they were broken up or not [S&S and Hurl], just because she was all up on other guy's the whole time they were dating. I pretty much assumed they weren't a week ago, because she was holding hands/crumping on some freshman that wasn't S&S as per usual after track practice, but a little more intensly, and I had gotten a report back from Tylum that S&S was in a "shitty mood". Also, when I went to the school play for my annual self confidence crusher,[I get depressed when I see how talented everyone is at singing/acting] S&S was working the lights, and when Hurl came on, he just had a really angry look on his face, and he smiled whenever Gabbage Patch or one of his friends came on. He also never hugged Hurl after the play. [Napoleon Dynamite Kid played a dog]

Anyway, S&S's new girlfriend. Her name is Little Wheeler. She's a Sophomore, and she will also be joining us on the track team after spring break as "Feild Events Spice". I haven't talked to her much, but she seems really nice, and pretty. She has a bit of a rep, though, and I have reason to beleive that S&S might be getting some ass out of this arrangement. To fully explain how I feel about Little Wheeler, I have to take you back to a few days before the play.

Ahem. S&S hasn't called me much from a few days before the play till now. I assumed he was busy with play stuff, what with staying at the school till 8 every night, and he probably had to stay at a few peoples houses, so I wasn't upset. [S&S is a part of the crew. Like I said, he did the lights.] I called him once [or twice, because I am a pathetic son of a bitch] at 11:11 and insisted he make a wish, which he agreed to, but said he couldn't talk. I was all like "I don't care if you talk, you best be making wishes, though." Then the play was over, and he still didn't call much. Not wanting to appear stalker-ish, I left him alone [kind of]. On Wednesday, the day after St. Patty's Day, I noticed that he hadn't been home the night before. He wore the same shirt to school [a green one that he wore to St. Patrick's Day] The next day, he wore a polo that I know he keeps in his locker in case he needs a change of shirt someday. [One time WHEN WE WERE DATING *SOB*, we accidentally wore the same shirt to school. It was a Cross Country one that we both had, and he obligingly changed into the aforementioned polo. Right in the hallway, rawr!] Tha next day, he was gone from school. Then, I didn't hear from him all that weekend. I WAS FREAKING OUT! I thought he had been kicked out of his house, or was holed up in Yuma with his stoner friends.

So, today, when I saw him HUG AND KISS LITTLE WHEELER, a light bulb went off in my head. "Oh, so that's why he quit talking to me. What???" When he was dating Hurl, he talked to me all the time! This can mean only one thing: He REALLY likes Little Wheeler. I find this more hurtful than anything he ever did with Hurl. Hurl actally got mad at S&S because he talked to me. She used to checked his phone all the time, and he still called me. So either L.W.'s fit throwing had more of an effect on S&S, [because he REALLY likes her] or she didn't even need to throw a fit, and he just decided he should stop talking to me. [Because he REALLY REALLY likes her.] Either way means that she is a cunning little minx and that is NEVER good news for Annie. *SIGH*

I wouldn't have been as upset if S&S had just called me one last time [or answered one of my calls] and said "I have a girlfriend now, and I don't think we should talk anymore because she might get mad." I would completely understand that. The first time he had a fight with Hurl over our late-night convos, my reaction was "She doesn't want you talking to me? Then, stop calling me! Hurl can't be mad at me!" [S&S's response was "Why not?" and I had said "Because she's Hurl, and we're going to be track buddies!"] He said "No! I like talkng to her, and I'll call whoever I want." So, if this time was different, he couls have said so, and I'd understand. However, I think lying to me, ignoring my calls, and just cutting me out of your life forever is a pretty shitty thing to do without an explanation, even if I was just a friend to him.

Anyway, this morning was the first time I realized they were together, and I was feeling knd of shitty the whole day because of it. I had to go to his Spanish class so I could print something off for Yearbook, and I avoided eye contact, and talked to annoying girl on track team. The one who was dating "Jack", I think. Maybe we called her "Gertrude"? Well, I was talking to her about how everyone was quitting the track team lately, and how upset I was.

I was about to grab my paper and leave when S&S looks at me, his hair all damp from gym class [shower not sweat, at least I think!] and said "You, come over here, I want to talk to you." all flirtatiously. I edged closer cautiously.
"What's going on with the track team?"
I tried not to roll my eyes, and to use as few syllables as possible:"All the girls are quitting."
"Why?" he said with that melodic voice of his.
"They don't like the coaches, and some of them are hurt." I tried getting back into a convo with Gertrude, and using this tactic, edged closer to the door.
"So, what? Are you going to run away from me now?" Shut the fuck up, S&S!
"I have to get back to yearbook. Adios, Mrs. Hulett!" I tried to sound as casual as I could, and then ran to the door in a most dignified manner.

What the fuck? You know, I hope he misses our "random" conversations, after being without me for more than a week. Well, you can't have your cake and eat it too, S&S! [that saying is retarded and also doesn't make sense.] The point is that he's choosing Little Wheeler over his friend, and expects me to act courteously towards him in school? I miss him too, but it's not like I CHOSE not to keep talking. Now, I have no one to tell my secret thoughts to. I have no friends, girls or guys, with whom I am as close as I was with S&S. He was probably my best friend, at least mentally. I hung out with others more, but I could talk about anything with S&S. Now he's gone and I have no one to vent to. Except you, nonexistant followers and readers. I. Am. So. Depressed. Maybe I will feel better if I post pics of the Talent show tomorrow, and spend my whole evening typing about that? Yes? Ma-a-a-aybe! I might even take a picture of my outfit, because I've got it all planned out. stay tuned, and thanks for listening.

Off to bury myself in imaginary snow hole made out of blankets,

Agnissa [this is my Russian name.]

EDIT: OH, and guess what? I forgot to mention it, but Bird Face told me at practice today:
"You might want to watch your back, because [Little Wheeler]'s got a big mouth, and she likes to talk shit about you if she doesn't like you." *GULP*

I half just want to show off my taste in music.

Shuffle your iTunes and write down the first 15 songs that come up, appending each with ‘in my pants’. Do not change anything. (via gordonshumway)

My list:

Bicycle Rush In My Pants -The Maccabees
Does Your Mother Know In My Pants -ABBA
Folding Chair In My Pants -Regina Spektor
The Flowers In My Pants -Regina Spektor
One Of The Boys In My Pants -Katy Perry
Tiger Phone Card In My Pants -Dengue Fever
We Luv Dez Hoez In My Pants -Outkast
Please Destroy Me In My Pants -Get Set Go
There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Havent Figured It Out Yet In My Pants -Panic At The Disco
Baby Jesus In My Pants -Regina Spektor
Dickhead In My Pants -Kate Nash
Pieces Of What In My Pants -MGMT
Sipping On The Sweet Nectar In My Pants-Jens Lekman
Sixteen In My Pants -The Indelicates

If I Only Had Checked to See What Book He Was Reading

If I Only Had Checked to See What Book He Was Reading
By Annie Bee Dot

He was here, in this chair. I trace the top of the plastic absently, breathing deeply the imagined, now gone, scent of him. His muscular body arched as he sat, completely absorbed in a thick, worn, novel. He never looked up. I silently gazed at him from a few tables over. His spongy, black curls were the kind men have before they get it cut too short, falling close to his thick eyebrows. His dark eyes widened as his emotions changed with the story. They glistened with tears. He closed the book, and then he stood and left me forever.

http://100wordstories.com/2009/03/12/

This (^) is a magnificent website. They give you a topic, and you write a story thats exactly 100 words, no more no less. I didn't write anything for Friday's though. I just found it, so this is the only story I've written. The other topics sound great. I can't wait to see the next!

P.S. If you want to see my story in it's original format, I commented on Michele's on accident, and it's there.

Renov8

My new album drops next s'ursday.

Wow, I lucked out with my image and name. I'd listen to this band.

From everybody:
Create your own band and debut album cover randomly
To Do This:
1 - Go to Wikipedia. Hit “random” or click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:RandomThe first random Wikipedia article that comes up is the name of your band.
2 - Go to Quotations Page and select “random quotations” or click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3 - The last four or five words of the very LAST quote on the page is the title of your first album.
3 - Go to Flickr and click on “explore the last seven days” or click http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days - The third picture in the top row, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.
4 - Use Photoshop or similar to put it all together.
5 - Post it to your preferred online outlet with this text in the “caption” or “comment” and TAG the friends you want to join in.

I appear to be either a techno or "indie" band, if such a thing still exists. I just hope that this isn't our Christmas album. How tacky. Nah, I'm gonna say that we're just a cool wintery band. I do live in Northern Michigan. And lawd how I wish I looked that good in skinny jeans.

The end!

Love,

The punk with the frosty, purple, "egg" nail polish.

Recent Convos About S&S That I Find Depressing

Ahem...

Con mis padres- This evening.

*Annie staggers downstairs in a feverish stupor*

Dinosaur Head*: I gave [S&S] a ride home when I picked up your brother.

Annie: Cool?

Mom: Is he still your boyfriend?

Annie: Nope.

Mom: Why not?

Annie: Because I said!

*Annie staggers back upstairs in feverish stupor*

Con Douche-Cake Former Fave English Teacher- A few weeks after we stopped dating.

*Annie is viewing art projects taped to walls, Douche-Cake taps her on shoulder with a vair serious look on face*

Douche-Cake: Will you do me a favor?

*Red lights flash in Annie's mind*

Annie: What is it?

Douche-Cake: Will you start dating [S&S] again? His maturity level has dropped like twelve years since you guys broke up.

Annie: Um, that's really not my decision, sorry.

Con Tye-Dye Shirt Wearing Fresh'un on l'autobus- Only a few weeks ago, *SOB*

Mike: Why did you and [S&S] break up?

Annie: Beats me. [Or something along the lines of that]

Mike: Oh, you guys made a good couple.

*Mike continues rambling about how he saw two people snow-mobiling past his house like a day after we started dating, and that he thought it was me and S&S*

Annie: Um, nope that wasn't us.

Mike: Oh, well it looked like you guys.

Annie: I didn't even know that [S&S] snowmobiled.

Random Fresh'un: He doesn't. What the hell are you talking about, Mike?

Con That One Sophomore with a boyfriend of 2 years that keeps calling me Allie-

*Shouted across hallway*

Sophomore: Allie, you're not datin' [S&S] anymore?

Annie[blushing]: No

Sophomore: I didn't know that! That sucks!

Annie: Ok. *Hurries away*

Yea....

Annie's Codename Dictionary RELOADED!

Dinosaur Head: My dad. His head seriously looks like a dinosaur. Seriously. Look:

Note his unrecognizable paint daub face.

Something is incredibly wrong with my blog. Every time I wrote [STORT] in the last post, [with the <3 in between] It randomely deleted like, a paragraph of text! I'll have to try and fix it later. That was seriously one of the best entries of my life in any sort of journal, and Blogger screwed it up. *SIGH*

Later.

Hey you kid!

Of course you guys are devastated, and that's just assuming there are any guys to be devastated. I haven't posted in two days! [6 days till track!] The worst part is that I have no excuse as to why I haven't been writing. Today I'm home from school sick. Like really sick. I puked multiple times. [Ack!] I also had to miss my HPV Gaurdasil vaccination so now I'm going to have to at least miss a piece of school again. S&S and I had been planning to freeze today, too. Before I start the rambling about S&S, I think I'd better get up-to-date on my codename dictionary. So whoomp there it is:

Annie's Codename Dictionary:

Disclaimer: I know that these code names don't do much to disguise the real names of the person I'm talking about, [I.E. Lord Kelsi, Caity-Sue] But whatever. I likes 'em!

Napoleon Dynamite Looking Kid: He's a fresh'un, he looks like Napoleon Dynamite, [At least the actor, I mean he doesn't have the fro, just the blonde surfer thing, like in School for Scoundrels] He isn't really S&S's best friend, in fact they don't hang out outside of school, but he's his partner in crime for ST<3>want to find me attractive!

Caity-Sue: One of my best friends. She's a junior like me. She used to run track, but is abstaining this year because she hates the coach, and the coach hates her. [I sympathise with her, but for some reason the coach loves me, so I've never had any issues with her, and therefore I shall continue to run.] She has a ton of classes with me, and we hang out when we can. We used to hang out alot outside of school, but lately I've been all anti-social, and she's been chilling with a lot of seniors, and more popular girls in our grade. We're still friends, though, and if I would quit my whole I-Hate-World thing she and I would deffo hang out more. I've had the option of chilling with the older/popular chicks also, but I have no life. She's always mellow, incredibly witty and funny, and very supportive of me in all my endeavors. She's got that whole sarcastic humor thing about her, and I couldn't make it through Physics and Pre-Calc if it weren't for her attitude and comic relief. Notto mention the fact that she literally has to help me with almost all of the assignments!

Uncle Casey: A hardcore track buddy. She and I get into so much mischief! A lot of it revolves around ST<3> Casey. A sub called her that once, and now we all tease her about it endlessly.] because when S&S and I were initially attracted to each other [But too scared to do anything about it :)] , she and Aunt Ali* were all over that jank! They would do things like interrogate S&S when I wasn't around, and then tell me what he said, and they even gave him my digits, and told him that I wanted him to call me! So yea, I made a big speech to the two of them about how S&S and I refuse to be treated like Uncle Casey and Aunt Ali's Barbie dolls any longer. [It was jokingly of course!] But yea, Aunt Ali is too virginal and nice to be called an Uncle, so Uncle Casey got the worst of my [fake] defiance. Uncle Casey is also incredibly mature, professional, smart, funny, and responsible. She's one of my role models. You guys are going to love Uncle Casey, I can tell. Because, I love you, and that means that you love everything that I love, because I said. Nice logic, eh?

ST<3rt: [Swoon!] Before I open your eyes to the wonder of Aunt Ali, I must tell you about the mysterious ST<3>. He is the epitome of physical fitness, attractiveness, adorableness, and godliness in general. He's not even the most good-looking male teacher at our school, I have to admit, [He's getting a teensy bit out of shape, and the beginnings of jowls.] but that does not matter to me. The main attraction in ST<3> have a question for him regarding the proper use of whom, or a literary device. He and I in fact have a running banter about literary devices, [hyperbole's, onomatopoeia's, alliteration] and we always joke about them like the language geeks we are. I share a deeper connection with him than the other students. I also like to leave him love notes on or around his desk. I once decorated a box of paper clips to say 'Annie's Paperclips... of Love' and then filled it with red, pink, and purple paperclips twisted into heart shapes. For Valentine's Day, I created a mixed media collage Valentine for him, and delivered it in person before school started. I will post pics of it as soon as I can get some from the yearbook drive. I will also post a pic of ST<3> Which reminds me, In yearbook, I'm the editor fr the school newspaper. Each month, I run a feature called Stalker Watch. I take a bunch of pictures of a student or faculty member [when they're not looking], and I create a collage of them on Microsoft Publisher. Of course, one month, I had to do ST<3> have a color copy in y locker, which has been autographed my ST<3>

Aunt Ali: I know this is a little anti-climactic, but I'll still tell you about the beloved Aunt Ali. She's a junior, but she only entered our school my sophomore year. Before that, she had been home schooled. Her family is Christian, and very religious, in a non-obnoxious way, which I, a Buddhist, respect greatly. She is the nicest, most pure and innocent person I have ever met. She's not immature though. She understands our 'potty language' but chooses not to take part in it. She, like myself, abstains from sex, drugs, and alchohol, which I find very comforting, bacause this is very rare in our grade. She always stands up for what she thinks is right, and she doesn't give in to peer pressure. She'll do a favor for anyone though and she's always polite and pofessional. She's deffo one of my top role models. And, my track buddy, to boot! There's no way to fully describe the presence that is Aunt Ali, but I am so glad that she's here, and that she's my friend, despite my immaturity and sometimes rude sense of humor. She [and Uncle Casey, whom I forgot to mention thsi about] are sometimes closer to me than Caity-Sue. I can tell them anything, and they're certainly the best influence that I could surround myself with in this highschool. I love you guys! [Even though I am purposefully never letting anyof you read this blog!]

I'm outtie, and I still have stuff to tell you, but I'll do that later, because now I'm feeling kind of nauseated.

Adios,

Mrs. ST<3RT, the future stepmother of Elena and Jamison.

Hey you kid!

Of course you guys are devastated, and that's just assuming there are any guys to be devastated. I haven't posted in two days! [6 days till track!] The worst part is that I have no excuse as to why I haven't been writing. Today I'm home from school sick. Like really sick. I puked multiple times. [Ack!] I also had to miss my HPV Gaurdasil vaccination so now I'm going to have to at least miss a piece of school again. S&S and I had been planning to freeze today, too. Before I start the rambling about S&S, I think I'd better get up-to-date on my codename dictionary. So whoomp there it is:

Annie's Codename Dictionary:

Disclaimer: I know that these code names don't do much to disguise the real names of the person I'm talking about, [I.E. Lord Kelsi, Caity-Sue] But whatever. I likes 'em!

Napoleon Dynamite Looking Kid: He's a fresh'un, he looks like Napoleon Dynamite, [At least the actor, I mean he doesn't have the fro, just the blonde surfer thing, like in School for Scoundrels] He isn't really S&S's best friend, in fact they don't hang out outside of school, but he's his partner in crime for ST<3rt's and finds me extrmely attractive!

Caity-Sue: One of my best friends. She's a junior like me. She used to run track, but is abstaining this year because she hates the coach, and the coach hates her. [I sympathise with her, but for some reason the coach loves me, so I've never had any issues with her, and therefor I will continue to run.] She has a ton of classes with me, and we hang out when we can outside of school, but lately I've been all anti-social, and she's been chilling with a lot of seniors, and more popular girls in our grade. We're still friends, though, and if I would quit my whole I-Hate-World thing she and I would deffo hang out more. I've had the option of chilling with the older/popular chicks also, but I have no life. She's always mellow, incredibly witty and funny, and very supportive of me in all my endeavors. She's got that whole sarcastic humor about her, and I couldn't make it through Physics and Pre-Calc, if it weren't for her attitude and comic relief. Notto mention the fact that she literally has to help me with almost all of the assignments!

Uncle Casey: A hardcore track buddy. She and I get into so much mischief! A lot of it revolves around ST<3rt>Aunt Ali* were all over that jank! They would do things like interrogate S&S when I wasn't around, and then tell me what he said, and they even gave him my digits, and told him that I wanted him to call me! So yea, I made a big speech to the two of them about how S&S and I refuse to be treated like Uncle Casey and Aunt Ali's Barbie dolls any longer. [It was jokingly of course!] But yea, Aunt Ali is too virginal and nice to be called an Uncle, so Uncle Casey got the worst of my [fake] defiance. Uncle Casey is also incredibly mature, professional, smart, funny, and responsible. She's one of my role models. You guys are going to love Uncle Casey, I can tell. Because, I love you, and that means that you love everything that I love, because I said. Nice logic, eh?

ST<3rt: [Swoon!] Before I open your eyes to the wonder of Aunt Ali, I must tell you about the mysterious ST<3rt.>. He is the epitome of physical fitness, attractiveness, adorableness, and godliness in general. He's not even the most good-looking male teacher at our school, I have to admit, [He's getting a teensy bit out of shape, and the beginnings of jowls.] but that does not matter to me. The main attraction in ST<3rt>My form of mischief is in my opinion the best. I am clearly the most dedicated follower of ST<3rt.>always have a question for him regarding the proper use of whom, or a literary device. He and I in fact have a running banter about literary devices, [hyperbole's, onomatopoeia's, alliteration] and we always joke about them like the language geeks we are. I share a deeper connection with him than the other students. I also like to leave him love notes on or around his desk. I once decorated a box of paper clips to say 'Annie's Paperclips... of Love' and then filled it with red, pink, and purple paperclips twisted into heart shapes. For Valentine's Day, I created a mixed media collage Valentine for him, and delivered it in person before school started. I will post pics of it as soon as I can get some from the yearbook drive. I will also post a pic of ST<3rt,>plenty. Which reminds me, In yearbook, I'm the editor fr the school newspaper. Each month, I run a feature called Stalker Watch. I take a bunch of pictures of a student or faculty member [when they're not looking], and I create a collage of them on Microsoft Publisher. Of course, one month, I had to do ST<3rt.>I have a color copy in mine, which has been autographed my ST<3rt.>plenty!

Aunt Ali: I know this is a little anti-climactic, but I'll still tell you about the beloved Aunt Ali. She's a junior, but she only entered our school my sophomore year. Before that, she had been home schooled. Her family is Christian, and very religious, in a non-obnoxious way, which I, a Buddhist, respect greatly. She is the nicest, most pure and innocent person I have ever met. She's not immature though. She understands our 'potty language' but chooses not to take part in it. She, like myself, abstains from sex, drugs, and alchohol, which I find very comforting, bacause this is very rare in our grade. She always stands up for what she thinks is right, and she doesn't give in to peer pressure. She'll do a favor for anyone though and she's always polite and pofessional. She's deffo one of my top role models. And, my track buddy, to boot! There's no way to fully describe the presence that is Aunt Ali, but I am so glad that she's here, and that she's my friend, despite my immaturity and sometimes rude sense of humor. She [and Uncle Casey, whom I forgot to mention thsi about] are sometimes closer to me than Caity-Sue. I can tell them anything, and they're certainly the best influence that I could surround myself with in this highschool. I love you guys! [Even though I am purposefully never letting anyof you read this blog!]

I'm outtie, and I still have stuff to tell you, but I'll do that later, because now I'm feeling kind of nauseated.

Adios,

Mrs. ST<3RT, the future stepmother of Elena and Jamison.

Recovering from... last night! n-cha! n-cha!

Sorry about the brevity of my last post... I was up all night with S&S. No, we did not get it on, we just talked on the phone, and plotted about a new club we're going to start.

Yesterday I told you about improveverywhere.com . I spent like 3 hours just reading they're stuff, and It's great. They're the people that just froze in Grand Central station. They were just walking around and froze in place for five minutes. They do things like this all the time. I strongly suggest that you go to their site.

Anyway, S&S's and my group that we're starting is like the same thing, but in my crappy ass small school. We're going to call it S.T.I. (Sporadically Transmitted Impulsiveness) That is unless we think of something better to call it. For our first act, we will freeze in the middle of B lunch. We will need about 30 people to carry out our task. S&S and I will recruit Monday, and action will take place on Tuesday. We have other schemes, but we need our group to become more popular before these are put into action.

More than anything, S&S loves scheming. I do too. I feel kind of guilty that he had to be with me when we thought of this, because one of his minions would be better at it. We are co leaders, we share equal power, but we both have a "right hand man", or a sidekick. S&S chose Napoleon Dynamite Looking Kid*, another freshman, because he helps S&S with all of his ST<3rt* related schemes, [We will touch on these later] and is useful in manipulation of large groups of people. I chose Tylum, for mainly the same reasons. I could have chosen Caity-Sue*, or Uncle Casey*, but Caity-Sue wouldn't want to be involved with any of my fresh'uns, and Uncle Casey has a rather big mouth. We also chose not to involve any seniors, which Uncle Casey technically qualifies as. So, I chose Tylum, because he is one of my few friends that actually took the time to get to know S&S, and he liked him from the start without having judged him. He is a genuinely nice person, and I love him for that. S&S can present the appearance of being rather "gangster" but that is only his clothing choices and his ethnicity. Most of my friends are "frosty" [to quote Lily Allen] with him for that reason, but Tylum struck up a natural conversation with him, and now they are acquaintances. Aside from being awesome and nice and fair, Tylum helps me with my ST<3rt> and Napoleon Dynamite Looking Kid are not the brains of the operation. He and I are co leaders always. I am vair excited about this endeavor. It will give me something to do, and give me an excuse to chill with S&S. I have to go to town con mis padres, so I'll talk about this later.

Ciao,

Annilum

Goin' to bed.

I'm sleepy. I quit.

Just kidding, but this is all I'm posting tonight.

Go to improveverywhere.com, now.

Thanks, Adios, and Good night.

Annie-MAL

S&S's gon' let me paint his toenails!

Today was a relatively good day. My handwriting was medium, not really good, but not bad either, and I got a Kolbenlast of Chinese work done. [Kolbenlast=buttload in German] Olam and I are plotting about entering the dance competition for Foreign Language Day at CMU. The Spanish teacher said she'd let me do it, even though I'm not in a Spanish class right now, and Olam takes Spanish through E2020, so we're good! We can't dance, but we're going to learn, and we're going to do "The Evolution of Latin American Dance" starting out with traditional Aztec dances, then moving up, until we get all the way to a Spanish version of Soulja Boy, or Lean Like A Cholo. [If we can find one] We're going to get our buddy to make a techno remix including all of our songs that we get [we have a Kolbenlast of research to do] and then, we really just have to find some rythm. I'm excited, since I'm madly in love with Olam, and now we're going to dance together!

Today at the lunch table, we were discussing a girl who we will name Gertrude for the purpose of this excersise. Gertrude likes to join the track team every year for the express purpose of being all up on her current boyfriend at meets. [11 days till track, btw!] She's dating Jack, at least that's what we're calling him, because neither person is worthy of a codename, and he's not in track. Interesting... Anyway, we were debating on whether or not she would join, when out of the blue, Tylum* says "I think it's funny, because when Gertrude was supposed to be dating Jack, I saw him holding hands with [Hurl] at a basketball game." Gertrude and Jack started dating after S&S and Hurl did. Then, someone else at the table pipes up with "She hugs [forgotten name of random fresh'un] all the time in the hallway when S&S isn't here." and it pretty much turned into a whole Hurl-hating fest. I had mixed feelings about it. As much as I love S&S, he really seems to like Hurl. She may not have my sparkling personality, or be as easy-going as me, but they certainly PDA a lot more than we used to, and they act like a middle-aged married couple. At least S&S does, while Hurl treats him like shit. The player. It's a bit sickening, but S&S likes it. I know he would be devastated if he found out anything freaky was going on. And who knows? There may not be. S&S could be completely fine with the whole hugging thing, and I doubt he really classifies hand-holding as cheating. I certainly hugged a few chaps in my days of dating S&S, but I never would have held someone's hand. That's just my point of view. S&S also makes a lot more suicidal/depressed comments now than he did when we were dating, and even his teacher told me that he was acting immature since he broke up with me. [Yes, it was a douche-cake teacher that thought this would be an appropriate thing to discuss with S&S's ex.] This could be for any reason though. Maybe he feels more comfortable around me when we're not dating, and therefore confesses his deepest darkest secrets and his deppressed thoughts to me. Whatever it is, it is not for me to decide. I am not going to tell S&S what I heard, but I am going to chalk it up to my silent list of reasons why I am better for S&S than Hurl.

S&S did call last night, btw, and after making an adorable comment, "Sorry I passed out on you yesterday." it was hard to stay mad at him. While I was on the phone with him, his half-sister [who is our age] painted his nails pink. I got to paint his nails too in XC this year, so in order to one-up Gabbage Patch* I demanded that I either get to tattoo him Olam style, or paint his toenails.She's sending me a picture of S&S's hands, which I may post. S&S promised me that he was gong to let me paint his toenails soon. [He had scratched all of the nail polish off by this morning, so I didn't get a pic of him.] Oh yeah, and I had to promise to let him draw a Buddha on my belly in silver Sharpie. *Rolls eyes*

HmMmMm, I think I may be done for the night, folks.

Auf Wiedersehn,
Orphan Annie [remind me to tell you the story behind this one :)]

Oh yeah, here's this.

Annie's Codename Dictionary:

Tylum-One of my buddy-o-pals. He's dating Little Lint* (Whew, codename within the codename... nice!) and I think she secretly doesn't like it that I hug Tylum so much. He's just a cuddly guy, okay? He's the biggest flirt, though, and he can have any girl he wants, but he chose Little Lint, and that counts for something, right? He can crack my back, too! He's the BOMB at sexual innuendos. He and I can go on for hours... That's what she said!

Gabby Patch- S&S's half sister, who he hangs out with all the time. He wants to move in with her family, because his home life is unsatisfactory. [S&S's adopted, and Gabby Patch's mom is his biological mom.] The best thing about it is that Gabby Patch likes me! She's really nice, and I think she's secretly rooting for me against Hurl. She and I plot about the state of S&S's nails, and wouldn't mind her as a half-sister-in-law someday...

Little Lint- One of my track buddies. I love her to death, but she has low self-esteem. I personally think she's too good for Tylum, putanna that he is. She acquired her codename last year, when her older sister, a senior at the time, was on the track team at the same time she was. Po' li'le Little Lint. Tsk Tsk.

Fashion Show! Fashion Show! Fashion Show at lunch! *claps hands*

So I get home from school, dead tired, [Well, mentally exhausted] took off all my dressy clothes, and settled in with the computer. Then, I remembered that I had wanted to do a fashion show sometime this week. I looked pretty cute yesterday, what with my boy pants rolled up to my calves, looking all slouchy and cool, my teal green shirt, and shiny new red pumps. Unfortunately, I ran two miles after school, so I wasn't picture taking material once I got home. There's talk of a snow day tomorrow or Friday, and I know that even if it doesn't happen, I'm scrubbing it for a couple days for sure. [For those of you that don't know, the term "scrubbing it", means wearing super comfy clothing [like hospital scrubs, get it?] to school. Scrubbing it for me usually consists of jeans and a T-shirt, but some people go all out, with old sweatpants, sweatshirts, flip-flops, pajama items, and messy hairdo's to match! Trust me, I'll be scrubbing it a lot more come track season. I just have nothing to do now, except dress nice.] Anyway, ahem, TODAY:

I dragged myself out of bed and put this back on, just for you!

I am sporting a dark purpley-red sweater dress over black and gold tights with bronzey, snake patterned, pumps. I know the shoes don't quite match, but they were bad ass. I'm also wearing a bracelet that I made with a brown and purple Hollister gift card.[You can't see the colors because it's flipped over, but it matches.] I wanted to wear one of my cute little sundresses, but I had to wear something long-sleeved because of this on my arm that I got yesterday:

ThoMAS* was distracting me while I was taking pictures of the back of my arm.

This "tat" courtesy of Olam*, was done in permanent marker on the back of my arm. It was originally going to be a penis, but I caught Olam in the act, and forced him to change it. We brainstormed ideas on a piece of scrap paper and I found a way to make the half penis into an alligator. Olam wanted to draw a muscular arm on it. It's actually pretty cool, except I have to wear sweatshirts all the time in the house. My mom would yell at me, :).

P.S. If my left boob looks a little angular, it's because my phone's in my shirt.

The reason I was so dressed up, is because we had a leadership workshop thing, where a speaker came and told us how to be good leaders. We had 180 additional students at our school, [Which has fewer than 400 students regularly], and student council [that's me!] had to show them where to go. I was helping from 7:45 to 2:17 [that's when last hour starts] and it was fun, I'm just way tired. Lord Kelsi* didn't yell at me for the tights though, which is a plus. I'm also even more behind in my Chinese class.

Anyway, in S&S news, we talked for a bit on msn after I posted last night, and I said I had to go. [I didn't really, I was just bored of the Internet] He asked if I wanted him to call me later, to which I replied coolly, "If you want." He said, "Do you want me to or no?" because he always has to make it sound like my idea. I said "Yes, just give me like an hour." He said he'd call around 10:30. He said he would.

So I waited until 10:30, going about my business, no call. It's 11, no call. At 11:11 [we never miss wishing at 11:11, not since before we were dating] I called him, thinking maybe he'd gone to sleep. [Which I wasn't going to let make me miss 11:11] He didn't answer. So I went to sleep with my celly on vibrate in my sweatpants pocket. He never called. And, yea, I was gone most of the day, but I saw him a couple times, and he never said anything. Granted, his Hurl was right there. So hopefully he'll tell me what was up tonight, and maybe we'll talk.

Codename Dictionary:

ThoMAS- [pronounced the Spanish way] My brother. He's 14 and in 8th grade. He has his nice moments, but he hates me.

Olam- My [male] friend. He's really smart and funny. He has a 4.o and is ranked 1rst in our class. I won't even mention his bright future as a tattoo artist, :) He knows the lyrics to any Spice Girls song, and can recite the movie word for word. (as can I) He'll deny this in front of his jock friends though. I haven't dated him since middle school, but to this day, there will always be a little part of me that lusts after him. He would deffo be my ideal bf, if it weren't for S&S.

Lord Kelsi- The president of student council. Truthfully, I don't have much of a problem with her. She's such a control-freak, she ensures that I don't have to do anything but show up and get yelled at for breaches of dress-code, and for not memorizing EVERY SINGLE NOTE that they pass out to us. She's always nice to me outside of student council, anyway.

Well, I had fun. If you read this, please comment. You don't have to be a member of blogspot, just let me know that someone is seeing what I write. Thanks!

Arrivaderci,

Eenie Meenie Miney ANNIE

Buongiorno! (Good Morning)

'ay, it's like 6:04, and I'm getting ready for school. I have a rando Student Council thing today, for which I have to dress up. Would leopard print tights be innapropriate? I gots to put my hair in hot rollers, I'll post later.

Adios,

An-E

Getting to know me: A life-altering experience.

HmMmMm... Where to start? Haha, S&S thinks that my hmmm's are awesome. Hey! We'll start with him, and with my love for codename-age! Yes, my 'blog' [It sounds weird using that word.] is named So & Such, and so is my partial love-interest/partner in crime/confidant. I will differentiate by reffering to my love interest as S&S*, and to my blog as So & Such*. [Pronounced the same way!] I am willing to type the extra letters, just so that both aspects of my life can keep their codenames. I call S&S [the guy] this because... I don't know, 'So and Such' has always been a cool phrase that I like to throw around, and when speaking of him online, or about him in front of his friends, I just use this codename for him, so as to protect his identity, and my feelings for him. *Sniff!* He does not know about this blog, even though he'd love it. He says that our IM conversations are like an interactive blog, [I ramble, and I talk/type to myself more than him, somehow. He seems to like it.] and that I should get on blogspot. I said no, because I knew that if I had a diary-type thing, [Which is kind of what this is for me.] I'd want to talk about him all the time, and I don't want him to read it. Now, I'm curious, so I'm trying it. Maybe someday when we're happily dating/engaged I'll show him, and we'll laugh about it with our feet entwined underneath the computer desk. I'll lower my eyes and say, "Those two months were torture for me. What did you ever see in Hurl*?". His face will flush with fury at his own stupidity, however breif, and he'll grab me passionately and say, "I was afraid. I was afraid to let myself feel the magnitude of my love for you, Annie*." I'll say, "S'ok.", and he'll read the rest and compliment on my tech-savvy-ness... and my butt.

So If you can't tell, I am way down to earth, do not exaggerate at all, and I have this weird knack for predicting the future/sensing what others are feeling.

P.S. This is me^, with an unknown person on my back, [Whose face I got to mess with in photoshop!] in an unknown city, at a Cross Country meet for an unknown school. I plan on posting a better picture if I can get one off the yerbook drive that's suitable.

Since you're getting to know me, and I don't have time to go into my whole life story, especially since I waste all of my time pining for S&S, *Narrows eyes* the putanna, I'm going to list a few of the things I most like to talk about, or that I'm predicting i will talk about, and you can figure out based on this whether or not you want to follow me, or whatever it is you do to blogs. Ahem.

• (Ewww bullets! I know, right?) I will deffo spend a lot of time whining about S&S and Hurl. Be prepared to hear all about my little dramas, because I am just like my fellow teenagers in this way. Hopefully, I will whine in a witty manner that makes it less painful to read. I'm not afraid to laugh at myself, and own up when I know I'm being recockulous.


• I will talk about my friends. There will be the buddies: Tylum, Olam, Nath-EEN, Eeerik, and others whom I secretly lust after, and the girls: Dasani, Clufford, Aunt Ali, Caity-Sue, Mouse Face, and Uncle Casey. [Yes, the girls.] I will explain all of these codenames, and people, in further detail when they come up in pleasant conversation.


• I will rant about running. I am a track and cross country geek. Track starts in 13 days!!! If listening to me prattle on about the track team and the workouts is going to annoy you, exit immediately.


• I will plot about outfit's I'm going to wear throughout the week. I will periodically post Fashion Shows, or pictures of what I've been wearing for a fewdays, because I LOVE attention, and not enough people get to see how stylish I am.


• I will fume about my various activities that I don't know why I spend my time on, like Student Council and NHS. These bring me nothing but stress, but I do it anyway. [I like it, secretly.]


• I'm going to type for hours upon hours about foreign languages, and try to teach/show you things that you're not interested in knowing about Spanish, German, Italian, and Chinese. Even English. I like to think of myself as a cunning linguist.


• I'll try out a few short stories on you guys, maybe. Only if I get lots of positive feedback beforehand and am sure you guys won't laugh at it/steal it. Maybe some artwork too.


• Finally, you will be subjected to whatever completely unrelated, uncoherrent thought enters my mind. I will want to discuss each detail of everything with you [one sidedly, of course] and you'll have to either decipher the Annie-speak, or ignore it, because I'm not always good at conveying my thoughts with words. I need hand motions, sometimes drawings... And, I tend to leave thoughts unfinished. I have too much going on unp in here for it to make sense. I don't even know what it means. I'M TOO COMPLEX! NOBODY UNDERSTANDS ME! *slashes wrists* I'm also never melodramatic.

So, I will end this post. Below, you will find a handy dictionary filled with the new codenames you should have learned today. [Like, three?] Maybe you guys will get me completely, and we can have a right happy time together. I'll keep writin', if you keep readin'! And commentin'!

***Dictionary of Codenames(in order of appearance):

S&S: The love interest. He's a fresh'un at my school, and we met through XC. We dated for only 3 months, and then he broke up with me for a girl he'd liked since middle school. [Come to think of that, our whole relationship was a bit middle school for my taste, maybe this is why. Maybe he's just immature.] We still talk on the phone all the time. Late at night. And it's not like I call him all the time, he makes the moves. We flirt all the time, and no matter how emotionally damaging it is to me and Hurl, I can't stop. He is the reason I am a slut. He understands me though, and I can talk to him about anything. I don't want to quit him cold turkey. *Sigh* Later.

So & Such: My 'blog'. Not to be confused with ^^^. Pretty much the best reading material EVER. You should read it, follow it, and comment it. :)

Hurl: S&S's girlfriend. The whole time we were dating, all I heard from S&S was "I hate [Hurl]! She cheated on me. I would use the "C" word to describe her, but you'd smack me. [I would.] She's stupid. She's a slut." She was still always all up on him when we were dating and I wasn't around. I was a fool, and beleived S&S when he said he loved me, and I didn't feel threatened by her whoreish-ness. "I'm pretty sure that if you wanted to be dating anybody but me, you would be. I can't stop you liking her, by getting jealous. I trust you.", said a very foolish, still happy me. [P.S. She was pissed when she found out S&S and I were talking. I felt bad and wanted to stop, but S&S said, "I like talking to you, and I'll call whoever I damn well please.". I was still guilty, but feeling a bit victorious."]

Annie: Me. Nice codename, eh? My real full name is like, nickname-proof, and this is the best my friends ever came up with. I'm a junior in high school. I'm a very fashionable, creative, slut, and I live in my own little fantasy world where you can bang teachers and fresh'uns with no ramifications. Just kidding, I get no action. I guess more on me later.

The other names aren't important yet.

Gracias, Adios!