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.