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Monday, February 28, 2005

haha.
Katie and I were talking about people we dislike tonight and Katie says,
"Oh yes, suffer! You and your dyke-a-delic hair!"


Sometimes... Katie just hits the nail right on the head.

Mean people suck.
Sometimes I wish I could say things like that to their faces.
But the blog is as close as I get.

Saturday, February 26, 2005

sushi

My friends and I went and ate Sushi last night.
Mhhhmmmmmm I was so ready to eat it. I hadn't had it since Annette and I had gone there last. It had been so long.
Yum Yum!
I think I'll have to go again next weekend too.. mmmm





Friday, February 25, 2005

"A fiddler on the roof. Sounds crazy, no? But in our little village of Anatevka, you might say every one of us is a fiddler on the roof, trying to scratch out a pleasant, simple tune without breaking his neck. It isn't easy. You may ask, why do we stay up there if it's so dangerous? We stay because Anatevka is our home... And how do we keep our balance? That I can tell you
in one word... Tradition."


This weekend Nishant and I are going to go see Fiddler on the Roof in it's 40th year running. I've seen the play once before, and I've watched the movie several times. It is a very famous play. So famous, it's now becoming main stream. I know what you are thinking... A play about a Jewish family at the turn of the century, in Russia, becoming main stream? How?? By an unlikey source, Gwen Stefani.

Her Lyrics"
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na


If I was a rich girl (na, na....)
See, I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy girl


Original Lyrics:
If I were a rich man,
Daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dum
All day long I'd biddy-biddy-bum
If I were a wealthy man.


Notice the similarites? I'm sure those of you that buy the album will notice a reference to Fiddler on the Roof on her credits page.
Sigh.. People never understand that greatness, comes from other greatness...
I'd like to have an original thought one day...

Tuesday, February 22, 2005


China will get fire arms from Europe
I love the BBC news, to me there will never be a finer news source (very narrow I know, considering I don't like the others because I don't understand Chinese, Portuguese, African, and Hindi, and I've never viewed Australia's prime news stations). They are currently reporting that the President of the United States is worried about China getting fire arms from Europe. Why you ask? Why would America meddle in such things? Because they are worried that they'll be called to Taiwan to fight for them. hahahahahhahahaha...
Oh man.
Does anyone ever consider leaving other countries alone? We already have a big population problem everywhere, why not knock some of them off?
Granted I don't want the world in mass killing, but geez, America is already worried that they'll have to waste time over in Taiwan. Are they already killing each other? Is there fighting? I don't know, maybe I don't know the whole story, but it seems to me, Bush = wars and Europe = uses brains.
Any thoughts?



I thought this was funny, considering they are the book burning type and probably wouldn't know what that meant. ;)

Sunday, February 20, 2005

The Times I was abused by a penis or simply:

T.A.B.P. Times abused by penis...

Chapter One: Small Abuse
My grandparents are wealthy. Some wealthy people like to spend money on things; my grandparents like to travel with their wealth, often taking my family with them.

One of these times that I was present at a grandparent vacation was the summer of '99 when I was 16. We spent two glorious weeks in Italy, from one end of the boot to the other.

While in Rome, my cousins and I decided to do what the Roman's do.

Rome is a lovely city. There are little streets everywhere with little shops and little dogs running around. My cousins and I decided shopping would be nice. One cousin, Carrie, wanted a leather bag very badly. Carrie is a very picky and self centered girl, so after awhile we (everyone else) were just following her from shop to shop, too tired to even look at all the Italian leather around us.
Amy, hypochondriac and attention hound, decided it was her turn to be leader and lead us all to Gelato. While standing there we noticed an outdoor performance with a magician. All of us made our way over to it and stood there to watch.
Very good street performer.
While standing there I suddenly had a warm sensation on the back of my leg.
I found this weird, because it felt as if the sun had just come streaming down to one of my legs.
Curious, I turned around.
Warm sensation disappeared and I as I looked at the roof tops I noticed the sun had just descended over it.
Oh I thought.
Then the warm sensation came back to my other leg then.
Horrified and what it could be, I whirled around and saw a 5’5” man standing behind me.
A very ugly short man with very dirty clothes was standing behind me.
In my nativity I briefly thought, “He grabbed my ass!”
Then in horror, it dawned on me that the warm sensation was a friction sensation.

My every thought must have been written on my face because as the horror sank in, his smile got larger and larger and as the thought completed itself I was left staring at a Jack-O’Lantern smile.
In embarrassment and disgust, I turned (him saying something in Italian that I never bothered translating) and walked swiftly way with my three cousin’s trailing behind me asking why we were going.

When in Rome, don’t do everything that the Roman’s do.

Saturday, February 19, 2005

I think so Brain, but where are we going to find rubber pants our size?


This weekend was really nice. Friday night I went out to Scotty's with Jeff, Laura, Katie, Nishant, and Jeff's parents. They were really nice people, and it would have been even nicer if I could have heard them. Scotty's has really annoying music and really loud speakers.. fuckin A.
Today was nicer.
My parent's came up to see a play and I had bought tickets for them. Nishant and I made them dinner and then tonight they'll be staying at Nishant's place in the spare bedroom. It is so nice to have someone I can actually share my life with instead of attaching to my life.
Very nice weekend, to bad tomorrow it is over with the work load I have to do.
Ugh.

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

I got this fun activity from the blog "Mouthing the words" I usually go there for the food (always scrumptious pictures of food), but today I got a half an hour's enjoyment making my character appear in South Park.

Here is South Park Anna on a bad day:



Here is South Park Anna on a good day:


Notice the difference.. yes.. if I lived in South Park, I would be the one that no one wanted to talk too until I smiled or said something nice... and if they did say something on my bad day... then KILL KILL KILL!
That's why I love South Park, because you CAN kill the idiots on it.

Never a dull moment with a cat

You've all seen it.
You casually walk out of a room and your cat suddenly takes off tearing around the house like you were running after it instead of staring after it going, "Insane cat."
Well sometimes, just sometimes, when the cat least expects it, I chase after it.
Yes.. the cat suddenly takes off claws in the ground running and behind it lumbers this human chasing after it.
Poor Leo.
When he does stop and turn around, he has an expression almost like, "Holy shit, I was right, there is something chasing after me!!"

Almost like I make his imaginary world become reality.

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Coming soon...
New blog posts titled... "The Times I was abused by someone that owned a penis."
None of these will refer to Nishant considering I have never been abused by him.. but many (in fact, all) will refer to my ex's of the past and all the little situations I got myself in and could only hurt myself to get out off.

I

I tracked all the way down to the Union. Starving. Desperately wanting food.
No cash, only plastic do I have.
Guess what?
They except only the green when I get there.
Ugh.
Why must technology break down at the most inopportune times?
Hungry... so hungry...

Monday, February 14, 2005

“I work hard and try to be nice to people. I’m not sad or bitter about v-day. I even wore pink to show my support. However, it never fails that the mid-week of February treats me poorly.”


Hmm...

You ever realize that people are very hypocritical?

This is how this post starts out. Notice the “sad or bitter” part... and then again “work hard and try to be nice to people” part. “People,” I would think would be everyone. Don’t you agree? And then the sad and bitter part really gets me in this next quote.

“I’ve made my blog available to the world, but I think, in some cases, it comes down to basic decency, where some people, like those that have a "poor" history with me, just shouldn’t allow themselves the privilege. So please, so that I might have some chance of salvaging this notoriously horrible week of February, get a little self-control and respect for the situation, and don’t come back.”


My, my... doesn’t that sound nasty. I’d say whoever wrote this sure wants “people” to buzz off. I wonder if they know why they are alone on Valentine’s Day. I know a lot of deserving people who should have someone to love, but this one… I really don’t think so.
To think, I really wanted to be friends with this person. I truly did. I tried to correct my past history; I tried to tell this person that they were interesting, that they had a lot of common interests as me, nothing worked though. Everything was shot done and twisted.

My boyfriend warned me it would happen this way, but I tried not to listen. I like giving people the benefit of the doubt. But I concur, he is right and I am wrong. I hope this person has a much happier Valentine’s Day than what has already happened. I feel sad that people are offered the chance of coming to terms with things, and instead, fling it back. Sigh. I guess I’m a much different person.

Sunday, February 13, 2005

For those of you that hate cheesy posts… skip this one.

So this weekend even though it wasn’t officially Valentine’s Day, Nishant and I celebrated it anyway. Now, this is the second Valentine’s Day I have spent with Nishant, the first we were only 3 months into our relationship so it was still very new and we did very traditional things. Now it is the second one (which is a high mark of achievement on my end, never have I spent two with the same person), and instead of buy things for each other and going out to dinner and a movie and all that jazz…. We stayed in, and we did absolutely nothing, and it was GLORIOUS!!

I have been worried lately about bills, about school, about my job, about my mental stability, about my skin tone, about my cleanliness, about you-fill-in-the-blank. I think most of that worrying was completely irrational and insane but nonetheless, it was still my head messing with me. So Saturday rolls around, and Nishant says, “The day is open, we can do whatever, if you want to go to Chicago we’ll go, Indy we’ll go, riding an elephant through Mumbai…” (eh.. ok, the last part wasn’t him, but you get the drift) and I say, “Let’s make breakfast.”

Nishant is a very fantastic cook. He made omelets that would make your mouth water looking at them.
So then we start watching the ending of “Spies like Us” then that finishes and we are done with breakfast (it’s about noon) and we try to decide something to do. I say lets go to Indy, then I change my mind when I think about it. Then we say lets go play pool and go and sip Vanilla Chai outside of Vienna coffeehouse. So we agree. Then the movie Kate and Leopold comes on. We watch it, still not showered, still not moved from the couch.

Then my brother calls.
Needs advice on wrapping his girlfriend’s Valentine’s Gift (I must say, I was very impressed at my brother’s choice of Valentine’s Gift)
No need to fear, Anna has the perfect tissue paper!
So we go over there, chat a bit (showered of course).
Then we are right by Annette’s dorm room.
I say, “Let’s go say hi”
He says, “Let’s”
So we go.
It was lovely.
Then we left after an hour or so.
Pool didn’t sound as nice, but Vanilla Chai did.
We go to Vienna.
We sit outside, and Nishant suddenly remembers he didn’t call Jeff back.
He calls, and chats a bit with him.
Then we are talking and who walks up but Jeff and Laura.
We ask if they want to watch a movie.
The say yes.
And we watch a movie until about 12:30.
Then we all go home.
And I fell asleep wrapped around my Nishant.
It was a very perfect Valentine’s Day.

Saturday, February 12, 2005

My Friday

Last night was a lovely evening.

Right after I got off work (a half an hour early!) Nishant and I went grocery shopping. 130 dollars later, we finished very hungry.
We came home, cooked a nice meal of pasta and salad.
Fell asleep for a half an hour watching League of not-so-Extraordinary Gentlemen.
And then woke up and went to Bridget Jones: Edge of Reason.
And yes, he went willingly.

The movie was very good compared to the other romantic comedies out there. But of course after reading both books, they didn't quite measure up to them. Still, a very good movie. I think the entire movie was excellent for the one fight scene between Colin Firth and Hugh Grant. Excellent.
Very Naughty.

Thursday, February 10, 2005


Today is a day that I take after the motto "Life is just a chair of bowlies."
To me that means no matter how screwed up you do something, people get your drift anyway.
And yes, those are my socks. I love my socks, and if you make fun of them I shall have to send a virus. MUHAHA. Juusst kidding.
My roommate (Katie) was a dear this morning. She was so excited that my letter got published that she brought me three papers so I'd have lots of them to frame. Yes, frame. I'm a published writer now. My first work needs framing. Don't make fun of me.

Anyway. Tonight is ER night which means that our TV will be glowing around 10, so I need to get to work. Short post I know.

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, and fuck you, I'm out!

To all those counselors out there that think it is their duty to ruin a Purdue Student’s life:
Why must you make life miserable for us? How can switching a division or adding or dropping a class become so difficult? Why must students jump through hoops just to get simple things done? Must you make it difficult for us? Why do you stare down your noses and sneer when we can’t get into our classes, when we can’t get a better grade, or when we can’t get the proper forms to you?
Can’t you just help us? Isn’t it your job to be there when we need guidance? Why can’t you tell us where the proper forms are instead of playing hide and seek with us? We aren’t your lab rats. We will graduate anyway. You just make life more difficult.
In my Purdue career I was blessed with two counselors, one from Technology Education and one from Computer Graphics, each being exceptional at what they do.
The other times I have had to deal with another one, I have pulled my hair out, broken down into tears, and was angry that such people could be hired at such a wonderful school. My roommate’s counselor goes so far as to say she shouldn’t bother with school because she won’t succeed anyway, imagine that, she makes better grades than I do. My boyfriend was actually discouraged to take 20 credit hours. He could graduate a year ahead of time if he did. They said no, he did it anyway and graduated with a 4.0. If you have a counselor that doesn’t discourage you or put you down, please do me a favor, go to his/her office hours and shake their hand, because you got one of the better ones.

Anna Hudelson
Senior
Industrial Technology (TechEd)

Update: This blog post (minus the "fuck yous") will be published in the exponent (Purdue's school paper). YAH!

Monday, February 07, 2005

Quiz Crazy

You scored as Artistic. Congratulations, you scored Artistic. You're looking for the unique movie in the bunch. You've probably watched a lot of movies that nobody has ever heard of, and good for you. You also know good filmmaking when you see it. You just get it, no questions asked. Check out: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Amelie, Garden State, Lost in Translation.

Saturday, February 05, 2005


I'm Mrs. Sirius Black


The HP Male Marriage Quiz
made by Sapphire.


Nice. :) I wouldn't mind a Gary Oldman look-a-like.
;-)
Just kidding!
(in case you are wondering it is from Harry Potter)

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

Dr. Pepper

So I was just watching TV waiting for Nishant when a Dr. Pepper commercial comes on.

It attracted my attention because:
A.) There was a guy buying Tampons for a girl waiting in the car.
B.) The background song was Meatloaf's I'd do anything for love (admit it, we all love Meatloaf)

I continue watching it, and the guy is put through a series of things, including folding the girl's underwear.. and then they are calmly watching t.v. and she trys to take his Dr. Pepper.. and wham.. He wouldn't do ANYTHING for love.

The commecial was so cute. It reminded me of Nishant and myself and how many things I put him through, this commercial makes me love him a little more if that's possible.

Do people wonder if I'm still alive?


In case you were. I am.


17 credit hours + 17.5 working hours = Anna busy lady.

On an upbeat note..

I now have plastic tubing that looks like beer bong tubing... hmm... Maybe I should have a party with cheap beer... hmm..