"To be great, is to be misunderstood."

I can't believe I haven't updated since OCTOBER!

I blame it entirely on myspace, which has become ~~a total~~ somewhat of an addiction ~~obsession~~.

Lots of things have been happening in my small world. I turned 21, and have yet to come out of my alcoholic spell, but friends assure me it won't happen soon. Bastards and they're being right. *grumbles grumble*

I got accepted as a tranfer student to UMaine! Yay, go black bears!

But now I have to do all this crap like FAFSA and housing forms and applying for my teacher certification. I'm really worried about taking the PRAXIS exams, but it's due solely to my poor mathematical skills.

I've started dating again, which is a shocker to some of my friends, because as long as they've known me, I haven't dated anyone for a very, very long time. And even then it wasn't serious. It's weird jumping back into the dating pool, especially for such a novice like me. But I'm getting there...I'm getting there.

But, I do still visit my eljay daily, if only to check up on my groups, and see if there's any new, quality fanfiction being posted!

Did yoy know that I completely missed a new chapter of Talesinbloom's Frat back in December?! I was so upset, I sat here for a half an hour last night, reading it, and completely ignoring my full bladder o' pee. Then, of course, I went and peed and had to reread it again to enjoy it to the fullest extent ;)

Well, ta-ta for now, I'll be back in another three months with an update.

|Heya, Roxie! We STILL haven't hung out!

I am 76% Video Game Addict.

I got a problem, man. I may not find the answer to life in a video game. I need to turn off the console or computer, go outside and try some reality for a change.

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I am 32% Asshole/Bitch.

I may think I am an asshole or a bitch, but the truth is I am a good person at heart. Yeah sure, I can have a mean streak in me, but most of the people I meet like me.

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I am 50% Punk Rock.

The intelligent punk. Tuff and Smart. I may be able to maintain a train of thought long enough... What the fuck was I talking about?

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Sometimes I think about why I stopped smoking "the weed." It was always fun, I always had a good time with friends, and it was better than drinking. I wasa mellow, sometimes giggling, smoker, and it was all good.

Then I go and do something like smoke some!

Right now I'm fine, but earlier I had a breakthrough and remembered why I decided to quit. I'm one of those people that gets into an "altered sense of time" state. Point in case -earlier, after all was toked and done, I went outside for a cigarette. It was the absolute looooooooongest cigarette I've had in a little over a year. I was just standing there, and I would have sworn to anyone I talked to, that two hours had passed during the first half of the cigarette. I didn't even finish it, because I thought I'd been outside for hours!

And then, the other thing I hate, I fell asleep while we were watching 12 Monkeys. I'd never seen it before, and I was really pissed at myself because it seemed to be a really good movie. Ah well, so I was lost at a few plot points, but i got the general gist of the movie.

I won't say I won't do it again, because that would just be lying, but I will say that i'm going to try and stay awake next time!

Also, I saw that new movie, In Her Shoes the other night, and can't say anything other than, "You must go and see this movie if you are a woman! Or a gay Thom!"

Seriously.

Holy frickin' hell, why did I ever think it was a good idea to take up in-line skating again? I mean, there are muscles on my body that I hadn't even known existed. And if those muscles are sore, then the ones that are underneath them, that I'm certain I've never used in my life, are even worse off.

I decided to start skating again because I always used to love it, and of course, so I can just do a switcharoo when the evil winter comes, and start ice skating again. I think that's gonna be even worse, because I haven't been since I was seven, and in a pee wee hockey league. My dad says it's just like riding a bike, but I'm forcing him to come along and help me relearn again once snow begins to fall. Which, hopefully, won't be for awhile.

And hopefully not before my birthday. My 21st birthday, on November 30th. My 21st birthday on which Amy and I will be going to Mohegan Sun to have some dancing, drinking, gambling fun!

But, I WILL lose my 20 lbs before then.

Mysterious, sore muscles or not.

ETA: Oops, I forgot to brag that I lost 6 lbs my first week at WW. Hooray for me!

Yeah, so, the diet's going pretty well. I'm doing the Weight Watcher's thing, hoping it'll go better for me now that I'm older and wiser, and not fifteen any more. I did manage to lose 10 lbs without trying on my vacation in Ireland a couple of months ago. But that was do to vigorous walking, which I'm trying to do now, at home. But it's kind of hard for someone who likes to laze about in bed until the last possible minute. I mean, how am I supposed to get up early when my bed is so comfy?!

And okay, so I might have eaten that coffee cake a few minutes ago. But, what was I supposed to do?! It was calling to me. Chanting out from the counter top.

"Eat me, Anda, I'm delicious and moist and you know you want me!"

How could I resist a call like that?! I had six points left for the day anyway, because I couldn't find anything to eat at work! It's not my fault that the coffee cake was taunting me!!

*facepalm*

Oh, who am I kidding? I totally wanted to eat the coffee cake. And it was moist and delicious.

Dammit, it was worth it!

*sigh*

Crap, how am I ever going to lose the last twenty pounds?

My pirate name is:

Bloody Anne Read

Every pirate lives for something different. For some, it's the open sea. For others (the masochists), it's the food. For you, it's definitely the fighting. Even through many pirates have a reputation for not being the brightest souls on earth, you defy the sterotypes. You've got taste and education. Arr!

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Okay, so I understand that people see me as a normally happy, peppy person at work. I smile, I sing, I dance around, I'm just as ~~disgusting~~ sweet as an apple dumpling. Except the few times when I feel like shit, and have had shitty thing happen recently, then I'm in a not so good mood.

But God frickin' forbid it if I show it at work. Then everyone's like, "What's the matter? What's going on, are you okay?" or something to that effect, and because, despite how I may seem, I'm a very private person. I don't share my feelings, I don't tell my life story, or at least the things that I think should be kept quiet, I just don't like to. So, of course, when I went into work today in a very shitty mood, with a pounding headache, everyone did the "What's wrong?" thing. And of course I had to whip up a smile, and play the part of the peppy, friendly Anda. Because I'm not gonna frickin' share my tales of woe with them.

Argh!

My mood did get a little better later on though, maybe because acting happy actually makes a person thing they're happy...or something.

But dammit, can't I just once be allowed to stay quiet and not so frickin' peppy once in awhile?!

Okay, so I actually went out tonight! I mean, I didn't cancel my plans at the last minute so I could stay home and play video...games...er, yeah, I've, uh, been known to do that.

So anywaaaaaaaaaay.

I went out with Amy. We were going to her friend Alicia's (who's always having some kind of party), and we spent about twenty minutes driving around Keene trying to remember where Alicia lived. Finally, we arrived at said destination, and found that Alicia actually got herself a JOB! She wasn't home, but at work, and so we decided to go pay her a visit.

After we stopped at T-Bird's, talked to her for about 20 minutes, we decided we were hungry. And because we're both extraordinarily broke, we went to Pizza Hut. Good pizza for only $5.99!

Then we drove down to Peterborough, accidentally taking the long way, but we talked and danced and laughed over silly shit, so it was all good. We were going to go to Harlo's, but they were closed. We ended up at this awesome Ice Cream/Candy store named Chocolate's, and it was by far the best part of our adventure! My Mississippi Mudpie (Coffee ice cream, oreo's, and almonds) was so frickin' delicious! Orgasm inducing delicious! And, of course, I bought a nummy treat box of a few (12, hee) chocolates.

I must go back there again!

Also, there's a new meat guy working at Hannahell, and I just have to say, "Whoa!" That is one beautiful specimen of manflesh!

Hee, I said manflesh.

Those goddamn motherfuckers from Commerce Insurance screwed me over royally! I had recently changed my deduction date from the 15th of the month, to the 28th, and instead of charging one payment in the month of September, they charged me for the 15th of the month payment and will be charging me for the 28th payment according to the fuckin' letter I got in the mail today!

Now, I made sure that when I changed my deduction date, it was in time so that I wouldn't get charged for the 15th payment! I called the fuckin' company, and the very nice gentleman there told me that I had to get in in five days prior to my original deduction date!

I made fuckin' sure that it was sent in five days prior!

What's more is that I got charged a $25 fee from my bank, because when they took out the wrong payment, I didn't have enough money in there and my account bounced!

Now I have to worry for the rest of the weekend, wondering whether or not all the bills I just paid are going to bounce as well!

Those fuckin' assholes! I hate you, you bastards!

As if I didn't have enough problems right now, you just had to go and add to them!

ETA: Holy exclamation points, Batman!

Also, sorry for the bad language.

Why did no one tell me that the first season of Clarissa Explains It All is on dvd?! I mean -Ferguson, Sam, Elvis, selling Christmas Cards in July!- it's all there! All there for $20, so much cheaper than it should be!

And The Adventures of Pete and Pete is on dvd too!

I'm so elated, and overjoyed to find two of my favorite pre-teen shows on dvd, that I just might blow a gasket out of sheer giddiness!

Now I just have to wait until Salute Your Shorts comes out!

Now, where can i find $20 to buy it?

Hmmmm....

P.S. I've found that lately I've been turning to things from earlier in my life, that made me happy, to find happiness in the present day. I'm not sure if this is a good thing, or a really bad thing.

I'm hoping it's the former.

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*** Go to Music Outfitters and put in your birth year in the search box.
*** The first link is likely the top 100 songs of that year.
*** Cut and paste that list here.
*** Bold the ones you actually KNOW.
*** Pick a favorite; underline that favorite.

( The List )

Also, I found out that I'm allergic to adhesives. Wanna know how I found out? No? Oh, well, too bad, I'm going to tell you anyway.

I came home from work -early, thank Gormley for being cool and letting me leave- and proceeded to take off my bandage. Yeah, um, when I took it off, I found that not only is my burn oozing an extreme amount of pus, but the area surrounding the burn -where the adhesive part of the bandage was placed- was covered in sores and a severely red rash. No wonder my entire upper arm hurt at work!

I bought some gauze earlier, and some cloth tape, and wrapped my arm. Yeah, that wasn't working, what with the whole gauze sticking to my skin because of the disgusting pus, and me fiddling with it every two seconds. So I decided to cover the entire area with triple antibiotic ointment, and am now in severe pain due to the open air from my fan blowing down on it. It flippin' kills!

Oh, and I discovered that not only is there disgusting secretions, but part of my skin is a grey, charred mess. Just a tiny bit, but enough to have me worried that part of the burn is 3rd degree. I should probably go to the doctor, but I don't really want to. I mean, if I can avoid my doctor -even if he is dreamy- I'm definitely going to.

Herpes in a potential date, and a gross, secreting wound -all in two days!

I just love my life!

*headdesk*

He has herpes! He has flippin' herpes!

All I want to know is why in the hell didn't Stacy to tell me this to begin with, because I never would have been put through this goddamn phone hassle that's been happenin' the past couple weeks!

I can live with someone being poor, I can live with a "no car, no job, lives with his parents" type. But I WILL NOT, NOT, date someone who has an STD.

No flippin' way.

So, whatever the hell we are is one hundred percent, completely OVER.

*shudders*

So the boy called earlier, and left me a message to call him. So I did. But I wasn't sure, because when the answering machine picked up, it was this weird, like, lullaby tune. So I wasn't sure if I had called the right number.

So I hung up, called again, and got the same message. I guess it WAS his number. Anyway, I left a message for him to call me if he wants to hang out. So, basically, we're playing phone tag.

I don't know whether or not he called, because after I left the message for him, I went out to hang with Amy and Jason. They made this kick ass tortellini w/sausage, and foccacia bread. It was so good I could have eaten the whole pot by myself. Then we sat around for an hour, trying to figure out what to do. We eventually decided on going to see a movie.

Unfortunately -though I didn't know it at the time- we chose to go see The Brother's Grimm. Now, it was a movie I really wanted to see, because I love the fairy tale, monsters in the woods, evil queen thing. It ended up sucking hardcore. I mean, it just felt so fragmented, and plothole-y throughout the entire movie. And they seriously should have nixed the french accents, because I couldn't understand a word of what half the people were saying.

Ah well, you win some, you lose some.

Owwww! Ouuuuucccchhhhhh! Yow-aaaa-aaaaa-oooouuuuuucccccchhhhhh!

Burn number four from the deli! I am such a clumsy idiot. I was taking turkeys out of the oven yesterday, and talking to a customer at the same time. Whilst all this was going on, I managed to burn myself pretty badly, right on the inside of my right elbow. Where all that soft, tender flesh is that you have to move around a LOT during the day.

It hurts so frickin' bad right now, because like the moron I am, when I was changing the bandage earlier, I accidentally popped one of the blisters. So now I have a disgusting, pus-y mess on one end, and a purple-y, black mess on the other.

It's very, very gross.

It's very, very painful.

And I very, very much need to stop doing this to myself.

I just saw an ad for a Disney Channel movie featuring the Sister, Sister girls! Dude, I used to love that show! It had something to do with twin witches separated at birth, based on some book called Twitches. now I'm sure the book has been totally Disney-fied, but...it's the Sister, Sister girls!

I love them!

Also, I wish it was ten o'clock, so I could start watching the season premiere of: House and Gilmore Girls. And the series premiere of: Supernatural and Bones.

I mean, come on, I need to watch my shows! And I hope that the latter two don't suck! And OMGFG, only a week until the season premiere of Lost (I finally get to find out what was in that damn hole! Hopefully.) And only two weeks until Veronica Mars!

Squee!

Who was at the door, Veronica?! Who was at the door?!?!?!?!

P.S. Am most excited by the premiere of House. I missed that sarcastic asshole!

ETA: Dude, I forgot to mention that I love the Disney Channel. I just wish they still had Kids Incorporated on. That show was so cheesy, that it was hilarious.

Okay, so a good thing happened today.

The boy (totally klepto'd that from Lorelei, btw) called. We talked for like fifteen minutes, about pretty much nothing. I mentioned how much I hate talking on the phone, because of awkward silences and crap (Yep, I have foot in mouth disease.) I think we would have talked longer but I had to go to work (suckiness.) He asked me if I wanted to come over and hang out, but again, I had to work. So we're supposed to get together on Wednesday.

But only if he calls again. I told him he could call me tonight or tomorrow, whenever he wants, so we can make plans. I think he wants me to go and hang out at his house with him, but I'm a little leery of that. I mean, I'll be completely out of my comfort zone, and he'll be completely in his. But...whatever. We can watch a movie or something, or play video games (yes, that is the ideal date for me. Yes, I know I'm a geek.) And if an...ahem..."intimate" situation somes up, I WILL NOT, give it up. I promised Amy(and myself) that I wouldn't be that girl. I'm not that girl. I did, after all, keep myself pure until this past year, so...nope. Not happening.

I talked to Amy about the whole thing for like, an hour tonight, and she set my mind at ease. Telling me not to freak out, because I'm such a shy girl when it comes to hanging out with new people. She's definitely one of my best friends, and I'm so glad to be able to say that. A lot of people at work dislike her, but seriously, it's because they just don't know her, and they judge her based on preconcieved notions. And maybe she can be a bitch sometimes, but guess what? We all can.

The only thing I'm worried about is the pressure I'm slightly feeling from work people. I love Stacy and Nicole, but I think they're a bit too invested in the whole thing with me and the boy. I mean, it took him two weeks to call me, but all his friends told me that he didn't call because he doesn't have a long distance plan at home. I really hope that's the reason.

So...I'm just gonna see what happens, and not let myself get too psyched up about something that may or may not work out.

Boys are fun, but they aren't life or death.

Life or death is sex.

Yep.

(I mean no! No, it's not about sex! Sex is not important! I'm NOT A SLUT!)

ETA: Seriously, I'm not.

...is pretty frickin' boring.

Although I did spend the last day and a half playing FFVII, non-stop. Only pausing to go to the bathroom, scarf down some food, and go to work this morning. It was pretty exciting, a real trip to the past for me. I haven't played with Cloud in two years or so, so...fun was had.

Work was boring today, nothing eventful happened. But I was still kind of peeved that Hanka made me work a mid-shift just because Mike wanted to work on Monday for time and a half. If I had worked my original shift (6-3) instead of the sucky 11-8, I would have had a much better time. But it was cool, because I got to work with Scott, my favorite seafood person (even though he only works like two days a week.) We had a very loud discussion about alternate universes, wherein I spouted off nonsensical rambling about a world without shrimp, and he spouted off logical points on why there was no possibility of alternate universes existing. I didn't have the balls to tell him that all my theories of AU's come from television and books. That would have been very, very lame. *cringe*

Then I told him about my flounce argument with Wally and Shawn. The argument which consisted of me using the word flounce to demonstrate what I was about to do (flounce across the deli), and Wally and Shawn making fun of me because they said it's wasn't a real word. So tonight, when I told him about the incident, Scott proceeded to call Wally on his cell and tell him that flounce was a real word. It was pretty funny.

Ahem, so I'm going to go...flounce...on outta here.

Because that's what I'm being right now. A very, very lazy sod. I worked 6-11 this morning (what a sucky shift), and then came home and rearranged my game room. It is now more fung-shei(sp?), or some shit like that.

So that's why I'm being a lazy sod right now.

I have plans today to have an Aqua Teen Hunger Force marathon. Maybe throw in some Veronica Mars because I'm totally going through withdrawals. Then later, I'm going to play some Final Fantasy. Not sure which.

Oh, and to take a load off my mind, Stacy told me that she gave the boy my number on Friday. So...I was being a girl about the whole thing for nothing. Maybe he'll call, we'll see what happens.

Again.

Also, in a break from lazy sod-dom, I might later head on over to Fashion Bug and pick myself up an application. Dolly told me that one of the girl's working there might be quitting soon. So I figure I should get my app in before anyone else does.

Whatever.

So...going back to being lazy now.

Er, peace.

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