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!