One who lives in the heart.

2006-08-05T18:25:00.000-04:00

I no longer blog here.
Too many bad memories are stored here.
Just know

I'm still very happy elsewhere.

2006-04-23T18:19:00.000-04:00

What I conversations I have when I'm suppose to be working...

Me: Danza slap - Slapping a woman's face with your penis. Refers to the urban legend that the actor Tony Danza starred in adult movies where he performed this act.
S.O.: So who's the boss? And seriously, you enjoy this activity that much that you are looking it up on the net. You need a therapist.
Me:I got that out of someone's AIM profile. And I'm not the pervert that talks about it all the time. I just thought it was humorous. Geez.
S.O.: Anna, we all know that it was your profile.
S.O.: Why is it that all my life I've had to live in the shadows of Tony Danza? Everybodys always like, "Oh, its so funny when Tony Danza slaps a wang on my face" and, "Oh, I love Tony Danza and he can do whatever he wants to me." And then the second I do something which is Danza-like I get hell for it. It isn't fair. I'm going to go cut myself now.
Me: Drama Queen... you definitely aren't the boss.
S.O.: Dont make me Danza slap you

Just going to the kitchen to get some food, then I'm going to tell you a story that will make your balls shrink to the size of raisins.

2006-04-15T11:58:00.000-04:00

Commitment. Emotional Stock. Intimacy. Taking that thing you call your heart and placing it out in the open.

Females seem to be able to walk right up to this and shake it's hand.
Men, not so much.

I use to be able to do it, when I was young and stupid. Before I realize what l-o-v-e meant.
Now, I'm terrified of it.

At the mere hint of it, I start thinking of ways to get out of the situation, like, pouring hot coffee down my front so I have an excuse to run away.

I see my friends, and they say those three little words like it was the same as saying "hello." I wish I could be so relaxed about it, but I have that one word that gets in the way of those three little ones... baggage.

2006-04-11T13:04:00.000-04:00

My last relationship was one I'll never forget, it was my first "real one" if you will. The first one that I thought for the future on, the first one I allowed myself to let go of a little independence, the first one where "living together" and "marriage" were uttered and I didn't run screaming in the opposite direction.

Now that it is over. I'm not bitter or upset. Maybe if you had caught me a month after it happened it would have been a different story, but I’m female, that has to be expected.

What counts (to me?) is 9 months after it happened it doesn’t bother me, and I’m still very good friends with my ex.

The reason this is suddenly coming up is because of another ex I’ve had who I am to eat dinner with. I like to refer to him as “The Devil Himself” (it’s even in my phone that way). Childish as that sounds, I have my reasons. Some of you are still sitting there thinking “Yeah, whatever, another female is overreacting” but you know it has to be bad when “The Devil Himself” even says what he did to me has to be one of the biggest asshole moves known to mankind.

So, even though I hurt a long time because of him, I somewhat forgave him in this half sort of 50/50 way (this took 4 years of thinking before forgiving).
Sounds Odd?
Yes.
Can it be explained more?
No, much to my dismay, my friends don’t understand it and I can’t explain it.

The worst factor to this mess is he was the first one to figure out what unlocks me. He was that first man to make it more for me than just sex. I’m not talking about that cliché “making love” I mean more along the lines of feeling passionate about sex and not just looking at it like it was a job. So this man has my best and worst all rolled into one.

The first time I felt happy about sex was with him
and the first time I wanted to stab a man’s balls was with him.

Confucius Says:

2006-04-08T17:49:00.000-04:00

Jealously is a terrible disease... Get well soon!

To have emotion or not to.

2006-04-08T02:12:00.000-04:00

Emotion gets the best of everyone. Sometimes it’s for the better, sometimes not. For females it seems to happen more frequently than it does in males. We are the nurturers, the protectors, we can be fierce and we can shop for shoes. All these things just scream emotion.
For me at least…

I recognize in myself that I react with emotions. It’s something that I honestly don’t like doing. I also didn’t tell myself I did until just a year ago. Before that I was just right in all arguments regardless of the logic behind it. These days I try my best not to do just that. Denial doesn’t keep me warm at night.

Instead, I don’t deny my emotions I just let them wait until the appropriate time. I might feel emotional at some point and if the situation isn’t right (which it usually isn’t) I push them aside, try to think logically, and then unleash the emotions later on when I’m alone or when I’m with another female who I trust (I’m not about gossip either).

This, though it sounds smart, is harder than it seems for a female. I’m not saying that it’s hard for me… it just seems to be harder for every other female I meet (excluding just a few). Why can female’s not see the detrimental traits to reacting on emotion? I know at one point it wasn’t so easy for me, but I had one person point it out, and then I fixed it. And yes, I feel it is something that needs to be fixed. Men can have a fight, fists and all, and at the end of it go back to being friends. The emotion was let out, and then logically they can see they were both at fault. Why can’t women do the same? With women the fight grows deeper and more painful with every “blow.”

I love my few exceptions to the rule. Those females I’ll be friends with until my dying day.

2006-04-07T09:15:00.000-04:00

I believe on my last post the "copy and paste" option got the better of me.
I know word would have caught "significantgant other." Pronounce that word in your head, it almost sounds like a double negative... like I really didn't want to label him (which I don't) as something that belongs to me. Hmmm... maybe my brain is screaming out that I don't need to be in a relationship yet, my fingers just magically typed something that sounds like a double negative to tell my heart "NO!"

Or maybe I'm just a dumbass who cannot spell to save her life.

Either way, quite humorous to see that mistake a couple of weeks after making it public.

I've been so busy these past couple of weeks that I don't even have time to finish this blog post.
More to come later.

2006-03-20T11:41:00.000-05:00

I haven't written a real post on here in so long, I don't think I remember how.
A lot has happened in the past 9 months. Some of it is worth talking about, some of it isn't. I've had to remain very vague on here for the past few months because of some of the horrible e-mails I've gotten. 3 or 4 months have past since I've received a bad e-mail, and in that time, I've discovered a very important fact about the situation regarding the e-mails.

I don't care.

So, my life in a New York minute.
ÂI work now using my first degree (ironically, because I started the second degree thinking I wouldn't get a job with the first one) and still going to school for my second degree (first degree was just an associates).
ÂI live by myself now. Not something I would have foreseen, but I am nonetheless. Hopefully, come this summer, I won't be living alone the whole time.
ÂI'm dating again. Not something I would have foreseen, but I am nonetheless. My brother sat me down very seriously one evening and said, "Do not go out with someone, even on a date, because they have asked you too. Next time you go on a date it should be because YOU'VE asked the guy out, not the opposite."
I thought about it awhile, and I was surprised how much my younger brother made sense, because the only way I'd ask someone out is if A.) I had gotten to know them somewhat before hand and B.) If I had put a lot of thought into doing the asking.
Both seemed like good things to do to protect myself a little.

So I waited, and after 3 or 4 months I met someone that I considered in asking out.

3 or 4 months later I actually got up the nerve to do so.

ÂI've made some new friends and renewed old friend's friendship (does that even make sense?). Strangely, my new friends, significantgant other, and old friends all get along really well. Not something that happens often in my life.
Usually someone always hates someone else.
Usually it's the guy I'm dating that hates everyone.
This time, the only person hated is the guy that assumed I was dating him because I hung out with him as friends. That persoNo. no one likes.
ÂI drink a lot of coffee
The End.

2006-03-09T13:38:00.000-05:00

adopt your own virtual pet!

I adopted a llama.. you should adopt one too.

2006-03-06T17:31:00.000-05:00

I GOT THE JOB!!
WHOOHHOOO!
www.convocations.org
is going to be MINE!
:)

Graphic Design

2006-03-03T13:58:00.000-05:00

Lovely isn't it?

That is a prototype for Purdue Convocation's design for next season.
Those colors will be used for next seasons ads, website, posters, etc.

Question is... When will they hire a new graphic designer.

There is the possibilty that I will get the full load of next season.
Can I handle it?

I have no idea.

Pimp and Ho 2006

2006-02-27T16:28:00.000-05:00

So Friday night was an interesting night. I got dressed in one of the sluttish outfits I’ve ever worn, got a keg, and invited people over… maybe not in that order…

The keg cost around 70 bucks and at the end of the night I had 110 bucks. So I actually made money on this endeavor. Something I honestly didn’t know could happen, I thought parties were

(Amy, Matt, Dustie and Me)

expensive so people didn’t throw them that often, who ever said that originally was LYING… I feel like throwing one each week… my slogan “Low on cash? THROW A PARTY!”

I’d be a hit.

Overall the party was a big success. I still have half a keg, and my fridge is stocked with beer and other beverages (That’s another thing, at the end of a party isn’t the host suppose to have NO alcohol not more than she started with?) but I guess since people are still coming up to me saying things like “YOUR PARTIES ROCK!” or “THAT WAS THE PARTY OF THE SEMESTER! WHEN IS YOUR NEXT ONE!” then apparently it wasn’t a bad party.

I’m out.

2006-02-16T15:05:00.000-05:00

Taken from the Daily Oliver.

Valentine's Day.

I slept through it.

Tuesday February 14th 2006 I slept 13 hours in one day.
It was lovely because I was sick. I left work early that day, slept... watched sopranos... went over to Matt's house.. talked a little bit... passed out again... woke up... went home... then went over to Patrick's house... had a martini... went home... passed out for 11 hours.

It was glorious.

Now I think I'm heading down the normal path again. I sleep a lot still, but not at regular intervals, and it seems that I don't have so much of a sore throat anymore.

In other news, my daughter became Leahy Class President!! I'm so proud.

2006-02-10T14:24:00.000-05:00

The human touch is an interesting thing. It can hurt, it can help, it can make your skin crawl, it can make your skin heat up, and it can startle you.

Last night someone put their hand on my back. My first instinct was to move out of their way, so I started to move when the person asked "Where are you going?" At that point I realized that they didn't want me to move, just wanted to let me know they were there. It was actually very affectionate. Its been so long, I don't remember affectionate. I stayed put, but for some reason I was so focused on the hand on my back, I don't remember any of the converstation I was having or what was going on.

The weird thing for me was, this was the same person I joked around with earlier about not having a heart. Maybe it's me with no heart.

2006-02-07T14:56:00.000-05:00

Every relationship in life is so different from the next, how do you ever know if someone is really worth it?

I have some friends who really get who I am.
I have some friends who really get who I am, but I don't neccesarily get who they are.
I have some friends who act like one person, but become something else when they are under stress or pressure.

I have some friends who haven't changed since I met them.
I have some friends who have changed every month since I met them.

I have some friends who speak my language perfectly.
I have some friends who can read my body language and facial expressions.
Most cannot though.

I have long distance friends who can calm me down quicker than someone standing next to me.
I have short distance friends who can cheer me up quicker than chocolate can.
I have some friends who give me chocolate.

I have friends who are down a lot.
I have friends who I've never seen cry.

I have friends who paint, friends who enjoy cigarettes and coffee, and friends who like to take long walks.

Which one should I trust?

2006-02-03T08:25:00.000-05:00

Men have two emotions: Hungry and Horny. If you see him without an erection, make him a sandwich.

The US knows exactly where one cow with mad-cow disease is located
among the millions and millions of cows in America but we haven't got a clue as to where thousands of terrorists are located. Maybe we should put the Department of Agriculture in charge of national security.

First Quote, scary but very true. Second Quote, funny because it's all one big conspiracy anyway.

2006-02-01T09:14:00.000-05:00

The last couple of days have been interesting. I became a parent to 5 kids, I married two men, I'm cheating on them with another man, I watched a documentary on Ron Jeremy, I watched porn while eating chicken... And amazingly enough, I got all my homework done too.

I think I'm in a very odd place right now. And I'm sure it's one I've never been at. I'm not sad, or depressed, or feeling even slightly bad... But at the same time, I'm not really happy, or excited, or jumping for joy. I just am. It's like the show, "Dead like me" the girl doesn't really care about life, nothing really makes her happy, and then she's killed with a flying toilet......... Wait.. Maybe not so much like that.

I think I'm enjoying this part of life right now. Maybe that's a step in the happy direction... I've had many many times where the drama feels likes its going to take over everything I can control, and there is other times where there is so little conflicting I become paranoid on when the luck is going to run out. Right now, nothing is happening either way. I guess the saying is true, "Don't worry, be happy."

Body Language

2006-01-26T16:05:00.000-05:00

It's interesting to me how many people don't pick up on body language. It's almost as amazing as those few people that do pick up on it.

Last night in conversation I got uncomfortable. It wasn't a big deal, it wasn't a really horrible situation or anything... just the subject matter made me a little uncomfortable. Everyone goes through it, I certainly have anyway. Most people continue their story, and other people in the conversation try to top it, and all the while you sit there and think, "How can I leave this conversation gracefully?"

After the first story was told, by someone close to me, I expected the next person to follow suit with a bigger story to try and trump it. I didn't want to hear the bigger story, but I was having a hard time figuring out how to leave.

The first person finished up their story, in a somewhat expected ending, and then immediately without pause launched into, "Wow, look at her over there, she had about an inch of respect for me, and now she has about a fourth of an inch left."

I turned and smiled and said very quietly, "Oh we've all been assholes before, it's not a big deal." The other person at the table looked as if a monkey started flying beside the table, they obviously had no idea the subtely of the conversation.

Long story short, I didn't have to hear the trump story, and for once it was nice for someone to pick up on my body language instead of the other way around.

2006-01-20T14:41:00.000-05:00

Today I had a lady call me at my office.
Me: "Hello Yadda Yadda, can I help you?"
Lady: "No I'm sorry, I'm afraid you can't, I have an evil phone list that is making me do this"
Me: "... ... ... ... uh ok, Goodbye?"
Lady: "Have a nice day!"

It's days like these that I wish I was the woman in the picture above, and not the woman I am now feeling as if someone is always playing one big practical joke on her.

2006-01-12T16:13:00.000-05:00

I wish I could write here how I feel. But I can't.
You see, this nice ANONYMOUS blog has turned into something that people see ALL THE TIME. I don't mind most of the people that come here. Most of you like to just read the funny stories I write and the spins and curves of where life takes me. You are the people I like.
The people I don't like are those crazy ex boyfriends who come here (I originially wrote at this address to get AWAY from those people) or relatives, over seas, with not a lot of things to do, that come to my blog to read my thoughts and crazy stories, then call my ex boyfriend who I'm still friends with and tell him that i really wasn't worth the effort he put into me because I'm just a trashy whore. Those people I definitely don't like.

But whatever.

I started a new blog.

And since there are a lot of people I still would like to hear their comments and thoughts on my post... I'm trying to debate what to do.
I do NOT want to post the link on this blog.
I do NOT want to have everyone e-mail me and then I e-mail them back.
So what I think I'll do, is add people to my screen name if they IM me "Anjuharsha" and then after a week or so, I'll put up the link under that profile.
That is the only way I feel I can safely get away from ex's and relatives of ex's.
Of course I have no idea how long this will last before the ex's find me again.

Probably not long.
Maybe I should just suffer through and get called a trashy whore by people in another country who I've never even met...

American Movie

2006-01-12T16:09:00.000-05:00

So I saw possibly one of the worst and best movies of my life the other day.

American Movie

I cannot begin to tell you how I loved and hated this movie.
And at the end of it, I felt happy and sad at the same time.
Here are some select quotes from it that made me cry and laugh at the same time.

Mark Borchardt: I was called to the bathroom at the cemetery to take care of something. I walked in the bathroom, and in the middle toilet right there... somebody didn't shit in the toilet, somebody shat on the toilet. They shat on the wall, they shat on the floor. I had to clean it up, man, but before that, for about 10 to 15 seconds man, I just stared at somebody's shit, man. To be totally honest with you, man, it was a really, really profound moment. Cuz I was thinkin', "I'm 30 years old, and in about 10 seconds I gotta start cleaning up somebody's shit, man."

Mark Borchardt: Last night, man, I was so drunk, I was calling Morocco, man. Trying to get to the Hotel Hilton at Tangiers in Casablanca, man. That's pathetic, man. Is that what you wanna do with your life? Suck down peppermint schnapps and try to call Morocco at 2:00 in the morning? That's senseless. But that's what happens, man.

2005-12-16T10:14:00.000-05:00

Hey, I reached 10,000 people visiting me today.

I love you people

2005-12-14T13:38:00.000-05:00

Ever have one of those days where you lose patience with everything and anyone?

That is today.

I have no idea, but after watching someone scotch tape a piece of paper together for 30 minutes I wanted to take it from them and run it through the shredder.

Wait, maybe that's not losing patience, maybe that's hating anal retentiveness.

That reminds me of a quote from Dogma:

Loki: Let it never be said that your anal retentive attention to detail never yielded positive results!
Bartleby: You can't be anal retentive if you don't have an anus.

2005-10-31T13:35:00.000-05:00

Uh.. yeah.

What would you like to know about my life?

Interesting...

2005-10-27T16:41:00.000-05:00

Have you ever had a moment where someone says something simple and honest, and it floors you beyond belief?

Sometimes the simple words that mean nothing in a novel or are not considered "the greatest words ever put together" have the most meaning...

... funny how that works.

2005-10-26T14:17:00.000-05:00

So I’m in Alpha Phi Omega, which is basically boy scouts for the college student, then add some females to the mix, then add things like “Meals on Wheels” and “Playing Euchre with the people in the retirement home” and then you have APO.

I even have to know the Boy Scout motto for this group.

So our pledge class is known as the “Schroeders” which looks like its pronounced “Schroeder” but it is actually pronounced “Schraader” it’s confusing as hell.
Anyway, the Schroeders are supposed to come up with a slogan for our class… Our slogan

“We would come up with a slogan but we were too busy having sex”

And that, my friends, sums up my entire pledge class.

It was actually one of the most fitting slogans I’ve ever seen.
Other runner ups were “F.U.C.K. stands for Friends U Can Keep, so I say we F.U.C.K. forever”
and “Your slogan is like your special area, you are the one who gets to choose who can touch it”
and my favorite “If you pole dance like Pivo (she is a female in our pledge class) then you must be one of us.”

Notice the sexual innuendos?

So every year the pledges have to play a prank on the actives, when my brother pledged they paper clipped 400 dixie cups together, covering the floor and table in the APO office, and then filled them with water. My year, BALLOONS, enough balloons that the entire office was filled to the top of the table with them. Over 10,000 of them, that were all blown up from 11pm to 2am. So what was everyone’s away message the next day?

“Schroeders did 10,000 blow jobs in less than three hours”

2005-10-24T13:43:00.000-05:00

So this weekend, I got maybe 4 hours of sleep total.
It was an amazing weekend though...

Friday night was Overnighter, it was awesome. I didn't sleep at all during it. I was too busy dancing and running around from overdoses of sugar to notice that it was 5 am.

Saturday night... Well.. that was beyond interesting. It was odd. Everything about Saturday was odd.

Sunday night 20 of us Schroeders (APO pledge class) blew up 10,000 balloons. At 2 am when we were done, we decided that it would be a great idea to go to Steak and Shake.

I love APO.

2005-10-23T19:16:00.000-05:00

Neil Hudelson: A Poem

Caring PT Buddy

Sex Offender

Loving Pledge Parent

Child Molester

Famed Picture Taker

Possible Pedophile

Friendship Standard

Chapter Whore

Shining Example

A man who swings

Easy-Going Active

JUST PLAIN EASY!

I love my pledge mom, who wrote this.

Ok so here is the REAL story...

2005-10-21T13:18:00.000-05:00

So this story went around the grapevine at an alarming rate.

For those few people who haven't already heard it, here is how it happened:

So Paul, (friend I've had for 7 years) invited Katie and I (my best friend and I) over to his house because people (Nate and Mark) were over there drinking.... shit, it sounds bad already....

So we have 5 people, the one in a suit decides he can't stay any longer because... well... he was in a suit and tie. So we have 4 people, the one who has to work the next morning then leaves, and we have 3 people.
Paul, Katie, and I decided to drink some more.
Wait... Katie and I decided to drink some more.
Paul cooked us food.

So jokingly I pulled one of Paul's belts off the wall and started hitting Katie with it, she got annoyed and I put it back.
Then Paul pulls out a pair of fuzzy handcuffs out of nowhere and in a very Jerry Springerish style threw them between Katie and I and gave us an expression like, "Here, do something with these."

Katie and I were drunk.. ok?!?

So at first it was a war between Katie and I with the handcuffs (who can handcuff who), then we got bored and Paul and I decided to argue about the definitions of Sadism and Masochism, I won, but I had to go onto his computer to prove it. Apparently while I was at his computer he got ahold of the handcuffs and managed (it was probably easy) to get me handcuffed with my hands behind my back.

Katie thought it was "Hilarious."

So there I am, looking up definitions of S&M and I'm handcuffed.
I was suddenly reminded of the movie Secretary.
After a brief discussion of the movie Secretary while I was handcuffed, Katie finally took pity on me and unhandcuffed me. So I, in turn, handcuffed her to the door.

I thought it was "Hilarious."

Around that time I realized how drunk I was, I had donated blood earlier that day and I'm pretty sure my tolerance was low. So it was time for Anna to pass out.

At first I was going to walk home, then Katie said "No" because she too was very drunk, so I passed out in Paul's bed. Katie joined me a while later, and Paul a while after that.

So when I woke up at 5 am, I realized that I was in a bed, with someone I've known for 7 years and my best friend. Feeling a little weird, I got out of the bed, got my shoes in the dark, found a hoodie in the living room, and walked home.

That was the night, in accurate detail. NO sex was involved, NO S&M was played, and NO lesbianism happened.
It was innocent as much as a pair of handcuffs and three people in a bed can be.

===========================

My brother even found out about this story.
Scary enough.
My brother and I (Thanks to APO) have learned a lot about each other this year. We've learned so much that my brother can easily listen to stories about me in bed with a guy and a girl and I can easily laugh at the package of condoms in the car that we share (I even hung them from the rear view mirror!).

When Neil said, "APO will change you" I didn't realize what he meant.

2005-10-21T13:10:00.000-05:00

The best pumpkin ever.

2005-10-19T15:19:00.000-05:00

So today I donated blood.

I was a little nervous considering the last time I went to donate the lady stuck me 4 times in my right arm with the needle, got frustrated, and then stuck the needle in my left arm and miraculously found a vein (I am right handed). At the very end of a long 45 minutes, my blood ran out and she just barely was able to fill up the four viles of blood she needed to test on.

So this time I was worried.

The lady looked at both of my veins after I told her the story of the last time I donated. She said she'd definitely find the vein in my right arm. So I trusted her.
She had me hooked up, poked me ONCE, and the blood started flowing, she first filled up the four viles she needed and then started the rest into the bag. She turned to the person next to me and started helping them out of the chair. She turned back to me after a minute, and looked down below my chair with a look of concern, and said, "My you bleed fast" then before I could ask what she meant, she turned back to the girl in the chair next to me and said, "Please leave this bandage on for the next 4 to 6 hours," she then helped the girl out of the chair and walked her over to the table.
Meanwhile I started a crossword puzzle because the average length I had seen in the chair was 30 minutes.

What could have not been more than 3 minutes after she left my area she returned, looked at the bag I was bleeding into and with a look of concern said, "I think you are done."

5 minutes I bled an entire pint of blood.
When she was bandaging me, she simply said, "Please leave this on for 6 hours."

2005-10-13T13:51:00.000-05:00

Anna Needs... to be called a saucy minx every once in awhile.

Or a stalker.... oooo I just love a good stalker.

I'm insane.... officially.

Bacardi and Cola, they get the job done.

2005-10-07T16:27:00.000-05:00

Last night we went drinking and dancing. I’d say who the collective “we” broke down into... but I don’t have time to write down that many names.
So on with the story.
It was Wendy’s birthday and everyone was told they’d have to go out whether they really wanted too or not. Katie and I got ready and did our hair, and then went to pick up Paul, Paul got ready and did his hair (he takes soooooo long) and then we did some last minute errands. Got back to the apartment, and made Greg get ready (doesn’t take as long but still quite a bit of time was taken on his part too) and then we were set. After 20 minutes of sitting and ready to go, CJ showed up and we hit the bars, Nate was the last to arrive because he does crazy things like “earning money” and shit like that so he had to meet us there.

We get there and the Bacardi Girls were already out and about. The CollectiveWe didn’t know about the girls arriving, but we weren’t disappointed. They had set up a cage and everything in the center of the dance floor. So the CollectiveWe met more and more of our CollectiveWe group and then everyone got drinks and hit the dance floor. It was the usual, dance for awhile, sit for awhile, dance for awhile, sit for awhile… then suddenly I got a wild streak and it was like “Girl’s Gone Wild” all over again and I wanted to go to the cage to dance. I looked over at Katie and she saw “the need to dance in the cage but can’t do it alone” look in my eyes and said simply, “Let’s Go.”

I need to stop a minute and tell the audience that it was at this point that my love for Katie truly blossomed. Katie did not judge my behavior or say something like, “Are you serious?!” in that sarcastic tone or say something like, “Hell no, you can go alone.” She simply knew that I had to go, and that she had to go with me.
I Heart Katie.

Ok back to the story.

After leaving early, passing out, waking up to some alpha male pounding on my door, coming out of my room in PJs only to find CJ and Wendy shoving penis cake all over each other (um… another blog post entirely) and then going to my room to pass out again. I found the night to be quite entertaining.
I wonder what the rest of the weekend will be like.

And in case you didn’t notice that I left out the part of the night where I was in the cage (oh yes, I was), I would just like to say that “Sorry” there is no way in hell that I will ever repeat what happened in that cage… but I shall always have my memories… and God willing no pictures will surface.

2005-10-04T16:03:00.000-05:00

Today I had a phone call from a person who donates money to my office. She is a supporter of the arts and I guess didn't understand how the donations work.
Here is how it works:
You (the average person with more money than they know what to do with) donates money to us (the organization that brings you such shows as Cats and Fiddler on the Roof) and we (same org.) give you nice tickets for the shows listed above. The more money you give, the closer you get to the stage, and for those few individuals that chop off their right arm to donate, we'll let you even touch the actors.

It's the people that donate 50 bucks that I have the most problems with. Mr. 10,000 dollar donor is fine sitting in the back of the auditorium and using binoculars to view the opera, in fact, he prefers it. Mrs. 50 dollar donor expects front row seating with champagne and shad roe served to her on a silver platter.

Ugh, I hate self absorbed people.

So Mrs. 50 dollar donor calls today and she wants priority seating for our show Berenstain Bears on Stage! (of all the lame shows to get priority seating on). Priority seating is something we do for our "friends" and in exchange they give us absorbent amounts of money. This is always done around June and everyone is told the deadline in which you need to have ordered your tickets to get the special seating. After that, you are Joe Shmoe when it comes to seating.

I explained that to her in a much more diplomatic way and she didn't seem to get it. She explained to me, in a very breathy voice that sounded like she sat around all day in satin eating Godiva chocolates, that she donates a lot of money every year (50 dollars, I checked while she was talking) and that she wants her little grandchild to have the closest seating possible. So I told her she could sit middle of the auditorium to the back or in the balcony.

She replied with, "So some person off the street could buy the tickets next to me if they wanted right?" I replied with a "Yes" and she hung up on me.

Man... who does she think she is and who does she think will buy the tickets next to her? A homeless man? A serial killer?

I wonder if she'll wear a boa and satin to the show... I hope some little kid throws up on her.

Sex and the City

2005-10-02T20:17:00.000-05:00

Katie and I are Carrie and Charolette of Sex and the City.

We drink like them, date like them, and even shop like them.

Anyone care to be the other members?

Katie and I are becoming so thick as thieves that we actually fell asleep together last night. Then our male friends picked us up and put us in our respective rooms.

It was quite the interesting night.

Hangover Heaven

2005-09-30T14:29:00.000-05:00

So last night I went out. I had a shot of rum before I left, and when I got there I got a rum and coke. I drank half of the rum and coke and I was wasted. I could barely stand up. Not usual for me…. Well.. at one point it was usual because my nickname was “Two Beer Anna” or “TBA” for short, but since that time, I’ve had a much higher tolerance. A while ago I had 7 shots of rum in one night, so I was at a loss on why I could feel wasted after so few.

I’m sure some of you at this point are going, “Wow, I didn’t know she was like this”

This morning at 1:30 am, I suddenly felt ill, so I decided to go home (from the bars), two men accompanied me so I wasn’t alone and once I got there, it seemed to get better. Then around 2, I suddenly felt ill again, so I laid down in my bed, at 3 am I was awakened by a drunk man, and I realized I felt better again. So I went outside into the living room, and felt good, suddenly at 4 am, I felt bad again. At 6 am I woke up and got sick in my bathroom and then went back to bed. At 9 am I woke up and my head was pounding and at 10 am I got sick again.

I called my roommate at this time and asked if she wanted me to bring her coffee, she said “yes please” and I went to Starbucks.

ONE CARMEL FRAPPUCCINO MADE ME BETTER.

No joke.

My stomach and head felt better at once.

2005-09-29T15:46:00.000-05:00

Today was one of those days where at 3 o'clock I suddenly thought to myself, "I'm going to pass out."
So I quickly get up walk to the bathroom, causing black spots to fly in front of my eyes and for me to break out in a cold sweat. As I stand in front of the sink in the bathroom trying not to pass out and splashing cold water on my face, I think to myself, "What is wrong with me?" I start thinking about all the things I ate today, and then.. I remember.. I haven't eaten today.
No food.
Just coffee.
8 am was so long ago and I had so many appointments since, that I had forgotten to eat.

Thank God I work at a coffee shop that sells food... only one more hour.

2005-09-27T15:00:00.000-05:00

Sooooo... I posted what I did below, went back to work... drank some coffee, and then checked my Stat counter about 30 minutes after posting. 2 minutes after posting the below statements, I got a hit from "Russian Federation" with no referring link (meaning no Google searches to get them to my blog).

I'd have to say that is my one and only hit from a Russian source...ever...
Kind of freaky.

Otsosi, potom prosi

2005-09-26T16:49:00.000-05:00

Yuri Orlov: After the Cold War, the AK-47 became Russia's biggest export. After that came vodka, caviar, and suicidal novelists.

So I saw Lord of War over this past weekend. It was an excellent movie. I think women would even like this movie. Well... If you are one of those women that only watch a movie because the girl gets the guy, or the guy realizes that the woman of his dreams has walked out the door, or that the guy gets his balls caught on fire while a monkey repeatedly stabs his crotch, then you probably won’t like this movie. If you are a normal woman who thinks women and men are equally mean to each other, then you will love this movie. Sadly, I had to say all that and this movie doesn’t even have much to do with love…
It does have a lot to do with war though, hence the title, and it was very interesting to see the side of war that profits from it. Personally, I like movies that don’t end on a completely happy and upbeat note, balls on fire or not, and I think this is one of those movies that people won’t realize is good until it is too late. This movie has a realistic ending and thats about all i'm going to say about it.

2005-09-23T14:25:00.000-05:00

I had a bad day Wednesday.
I missed seeing Jack Hanna.
I cried a lot... you know.. the worst things that could happen, happened.

Yesterday was exponentially better.
I was excited and happy all day.

Today has been the best by far.
Both personally and professionally.
Since I didn't get to go to Jack Hanna my boss got me an autograph for me.
I almost cried.

2005-09-22T14:57:00.000-05:00

I'm melting.

It's 100 degrees, hot, humid, windy, and my hair which was perfect this morning is completely ruined.

Sigh.

Short stories.

2005-09-21T16:16:00.000-05:00

It's about a girl I highly dislike talking about how she hates her boss on her blog.
The boss read it.
Got upset.
Didn't tell her.
But told everyone else who should have been her friend.
Now everyone hates her and she doesn't realize it.
Makes me smile.
I'm evil.

I got a mass e-mail from a person I haven't heard from in a long time.
He updated his account.
I was on his list.
I replied back with a one liner saying, "I promise not to send you spam"
He replied back with, "How about a long e-mail from you?"
Like a dog.
I've been trained.
Not to talk to him.
Now who trained me is far away.
And probably wouldn't care anyway.
But like Pavlov's pet.
I cannot think.
Unless I hear a bell ring.

2005-09-16T15:11:00.000-05:00

My night on Wednesday was interesting.

I get off of work at 1:30 am, so you'd think I'd be in bed by 2 am, but that's just not true.
When I got off of work my roommate Katie had called from my brother Neil's phone. Interesting I thought, she wanted me to bring home gallons of coffee. So I called my brother who picked up and said it was a long story that involved circus midgets and a tow truck. I asked him to hand the phone over to someone sane, so he handed it to Katie who said they were stuck at wal-mart and Neil was there Knight in shiny armor and had come to rescue them. Apparently Katie was insane too at that point.
So I disconnected and decided to call my friend Paul who I knew to probably be out at the bars. He tried to convince me to come out, and almost had me until I said, "Are you sure it's a good idea?" which prompted him to say "Now that you mention it, it probably isn't a good idea" and then he disconnected. Weirded out by the series of phone calls at 2 in the morning, I decided to make mac and cheese and watch some chick flick. At 2:30, my phone decided to start ringing again. First was Paul, who literally said, "WTF, Mate?" (See Below) when I picked up the phone. Apparently, he too is Le Crazy and was Le Joking about it was a bad idea for me to come out, (proving I do not get drunk people's humor). Then my phone rang again at 2:45 with Katie saying she was coming home, and then again at 3 am because her friends needed to be let in our apartment (we have a security system that dials my phone when people want to be buzzed in).

So normally my Wednesday nights are quiet and relaxing, but apparently I was destined for a different sort of night that night.... I'm only writing this now because some day I will want to remember how many people called me from the hours of 1 and 3am.

2005-09-15T14:26:00.000-05:00

I thought it was a cool picture.... so I'm sharing.

2005-09-15T11:54:00.000-05:00

My APO family... it goes Dad, Sister, Mom, Me... Brother wasn't pictured.
Can I get a signature?

2005-09-14T16:24:00.000-05:00

Man... some of my dedicated fans go to great lengths to visit here once a day.

I'm just curious.. wouldn't it be easier to bookmark the address, http://anjuharsha.blogspot.com instead of going to Google every day and typing in "Anju Harsha" or "Anju Harsha Anna" and THEN clicking my site.... One of them is even a college student (or staff I guess)... I thought college people were lazy... I know I am (Maybe I should take it as a compliment...?). I have a bookmark for every blog I go too. And I can also come here to go to the links... which reminds me... Blur and Cray3, I will be putting your blogs at the side as soon as I get a free afternoon this week. :)

Damn... that was a lot of links.

That Sucks

2005-09-13T15:45:00.000-05:00

So I'm kind of feeling like that "Wow, your TV sucks hard" commercial. Not that I suck... I'm a very likeable person, more like, I feel like the TV, who currently sucks. Wait, your TV doesn't suck?

Ok.. Enough of that.

Anyway, it seems like people on this campus think I have a Purdue University map tattooed on my ass. Or maybe it's really starting to show that I am a super senior or maybe... Damn.. I might be getting old.
Whatever the reason, I suck, people will cross streets to ask me where the physics building is (I'm sorry, am I holding a quantum physics book in my hand?) or interrupts me reading peacefully to ask which buses have past by (hello, I was reading not paying attention to buses), or just your common, "Am I on campus right now?" sort of questions.

For awhile I was like, Damn, I suck and I'm going to be late for class trying to explain where the physics building is to an Asian girl who could barely say "physics" let alone understand my southern Indiana accent. Sucking, well, sucks and I was trying to find ways to prevent people from attaching themselves to me.

Well today, sucking worked in my favor.
I had to carry a somewhat heavy box to the Stewart Center (for those of you not part of Purdue it was carried about a block and a half distance) and along the way the usual sucking occurred. This time was different because the sucking was all about helping me, and not slowing me down. For instance, the two nice gentlemen (at different occasions) coming up to me and offering to carry the box for me. DID YOU HEAR THAT? THEY OFFERED TO CARRY THE BOX! I didn't know such gentleman existed on this campus let alone having two spring out at me in one day. Then when I got to the Stewart Center, I had three different people hold the door for me. THREE PEOPLE.

I suck, and I love it.

Shit, Shit guys...

2005-09-01T15:51:00.000-05:00

Sooooo... Long story, but the gist of it is I'm currently annoying myself.

It all started on the Fourth of July, or rather, that weekend. I met a group of people who went around saying things like, "I am Le Tired" and "Shit, shit guys." At first I thought maybe they had some personal inside joke between them, so I didn't ask questions. Then my roommate started doing it, and like any disease I was suddenly caught saying those phrases.
I eventually figured out the phrases came from this flash animation, so then they became even funnier to me.

Now Katie and I say "Le" in front of everything and when we feel like we are in trouble we say "Shit shit guys.."

How is this annoying?

Let me tell you the following story:

So Katie and I went to Le Store and decided to buy Le Groceries for Le Weekend. While we were there we decided to buy more Le Alcohol and more Le Junk Food. After coming out of Le Store we unloaded Le Cart and put Le Cart in the Le Cart Holder. On the way back to Le Car I noticed another Le Cart next to Katie's Le Car, knowing that I'm part of the sons of bitches in this world, I just rolled Le Cart away from Le Car. Le Cart decided to FIRE ZE MISSLES and turned and headed right towards another Le Car with Le People inside it. Le People's Le Car was not hurt, only Le Cart bumped Le Wheel which is rubber. Le People did not Le Care. Le People got out of their Le Car and started yelling. "You SONS OF BITCHES" they yelled, and Katie and I were like, "Shit, Shit guys... who the fuck is yelling at us?" Katie started her Le Car and we drove in Le Hurry.

Annoying, yes?

2005-08-30T19:58:00.000-05:00

Person 1: We need to talk.
Person 2: We do?
Person 1: Yes, we do.
Person 2: I don't know what I did, but I'll go upstairs and think about it.

2005-08-30T11:00:00.000-05:00

So I put things in categories in my head, I think everyone does. Like for instance, I see a girl dressed in artsy t-shirts, jeans that are frayed, and sneakers, I probably will put her in an artsy, sarcastic, honest sort of category. Different category for the girl dressed in tight shirt, perfect jeans, and has a little purse with a little dog in it... I won't say that category I have for her out loud.

So last night I was at the coffee shop and talking to a girl that I put in the same category as myself. She didn't like the beauty queen that came in a few minutes before I did and was snotty to her, and started talking about how much she disliked people like that, after awhile it switched to how much each of us disliked reality shows. Then another co-worker showed up (who I put also in the same category as me) and we were talking about how dumb the public as a whole is, then I told a story about Kelly Clarkson and how she fooled the Purdue public by sneaking behind them to get to her van and how even a silly girl like her thinks the public is dumb.. and then my voice trailed off because the first co-worker had a very serious expression on her face... I looked at her.. and then she said, "I love Kelly Clarkson, she's a very 'real' celebrity."
At first I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, because I didn't know if she was serious or not...

Turns out... I should have cried.

2005-08-26T14:30:00.000-05:00

Today's voicemail:

"Hey Anna, This is Paul. I just wanted to say that I had a really good time last night with you guys and that I'm really sorry about the cock sucking comment."

2005-08-24T10:27:00.000-05:00

You never know what your cat is going to do when
A.) there is dog food out
B.) there is a bigger cat suddenly in the house
C.) there is a hole in a chair that you didn't know was there
D.) there is 4 cats in a cage that she can play with

2005-08-23T15:25:00.000-05:00

Any day is a good day when I walk in to my office and find a food line of chocolate (including chocolate fondue) and at the end of it is a bottle of rum.

What person wouldn't like an office party like that?'

Ps. Anyone like Triple Chocolate Brownie Pie? I have a whole one.

2005-08-23T09:20:00.000-05:00

Today is just one of those days where you wish you had INEEDCOFFEE tattooed on your forehead.

No reason in particular that you want this other than knowing that it's early, you were suppose to get up an hour before this, the only reason you are up now is because of a text message that if hadn't been sent would have definitely made a bad day for you, you need to somehow produce a pie in an hour, you have all the ingredients you need except ONE which for some reason is far more worse than if you were missing two or even three ingredients, when you get to the store looking like something from The Exorcist you find out that THAT DAY some local news crew decided to film the store and try to get YOU to talk into the microphone and camera, and after all that you realize that the only reason you probably turned off the alarm in your sleep is because of the copious amounts of coffee you drank last night at your new job as a barista.

INEEDCOFFEE.

2005-08-22T16:18:00.000-05:00

Over the weekend I saw the movie Hero. I have wanted to see this movie for a very long time. I tried even seeing it while it was in the movie theaters, but to no avail. Finally, after almost a year of giving up and taking the second of two options, (can you have only have one option? or does it then become something you have no choice on?) I got to see it. I have to say I wasn't disappointed at all on the movie. If anything it went far beyond my expectations. Each mood for the movie was mirrored with its color of choice. Example: A very passionate or jealous part of the movie would have its mirror color be red or orange which are said to be colors that evoke passion or rage.
The storyline was excellent, even historically accurate. I had taken a course at Purdue on East Asian history. In that course we studied the Emperor Qin (pronounced Chin) extensively and I found that the movie showed some of Qin's major principles for unifying China.
I think anyone would enjoy this movie, and I highly recommend it, even if you are one of those people out there that say "Blech" to any Asian based movie.

You know who you are.
You stuck up "I-hate-all-asian-movies-just-because-they-are-popular" person, you. ;-)

Some things I learned only after I had pets...

2005-08-20T09:21:00.000-05:00

I never would have noticed the two spiders in my window had it not been for Olivia (kitten). Last night when it was pouring rain and thundering, I opened the window so I could see it. I left the blinds up and closed the window because I love the rain, but I didn't want my computer wet. That's when Olivia found the spiders trapped between my window and the screen. She watched them fascinated as they scurried about trying to keep their web from getting destroyed by the rain. I shut off my lights in my room and crawled into bed watching her silhouetted by the lightning and patting my window...

I never would be up on a Saturday morning walking in the marvelous park we have by our house if it wasn't for Coco (dog). I woke up this morning and walked outside my room to find Katie (roommate) running around trying to get ready. "I'm running so late!" she told me. "Has Coco been out?" I asked, and when she replied with a no, I jumped on the opportunity to take him out. So at 8:30 on a Saturday, when most college students are passed out, I went out to the park with Coco. The park was cool and moist because of all the rain we had the night before, and it was absolutely beautiful. Coco did his thing, and I walked around with him noticing all the raindrop spiderwebs, and the vines with water drops still running down them. The smell of a wet park is absolutely amazing. You feel like all your senses have been cleansed by it. Coco was finally done, and I had to go back in. I thanked him on the way in because if it wasn't for him, I never would have noticed our park early in the morning...

Job Bonus

2005-08-17T14:50:00.000-05:00

Today I recieved 678 dollars worth of tickets in the mail.
I looked at my seats on the chart, and I also have really good seats.

So my job hands me 678 dollars worth of tickets, pays me for doing virtually nothing, and we have frequent food and drink (yes the alcoholic kind) days...

The only thing I can think of is that God(, Buddha, Ganesha, Isis, Zeus, etc.)must be repaying me for all the hell I've gone through in my past.

Penis Envy

2005-08-16T15:15:00.000-05:00

Today the word "penis" has been brought up more times than any other day that I could ever think of.

It was just such a rare word to hear in many different situations, in one day.

We shall call this "National Penis Day"

2005-08-15T16:42:00.000-05:00

So I completed my first Graphically enhanced project today. All my hard research and formatting has finally paid off and I have a professionally printed version of it in my hands.
I'm so happy. I love the fact that my Computer Graphics degree did something for my life, whether it is a part time student job or not.

My Family is cursed...

2005-08-09T17:31:00.000-05:00

So, right now the only computer that works is my laptop. The same day I got the laptop my desktop crashed and burned. Actually Google Desktop crashed and burned my computer, but I won't get into name calling right now. It's so weird because my family seems to only have a certain number of things before one of them fails.

Example: Our dogs. We are only allowed to have two dogs at any given time.
ANY TIME we have tried to get a third dog one of the first two dies. We could have all puppies, and it wouldn't matter, one of them would get hit, or die of a heart attack (did happen) or get flatten to death by the garage door (almost happened). It's just so odd that I feel someone cursed our family. If you look at it like this: One dog died of a mysterious foot infection, one dog died because she was hit by a car, and one dog died of a heart attack... (And if you think getting hit by a car isn't odd, then try on the idea that I live in the middle of nowhere with a quarter of a mile driveway.)

So Charlie the laptop is keeping me from going insane from not having the chance to check my e-mail. Thank god. So everything has gone along swimmingly until today when suddenly I realized that I have no music.
Nothing.
My room is noiseless.
It's almost haunting.
I've heard things in this apartment that I've never heard before.
It's spooky.

So I decided to try again at getting my desktop fixed. I tried it safe mode. I had a five minute dance before my safe mode (which had started working) failed me.

I have no idea what to do. My computer is there, its not a virus, my files are intact in the computer, but there is just no start button so I can GET to my files. Sigh... I wish I knew how to fix a computer.

2005-08-09T10:57:00.000-05:00

For Cray3 and everyone else reading the last posts...

Andie: Does Princess Sophia want to come out and play?
Ben: Who's Princess Sophia?
[Andie points at his crotch]
Andie: Little, big, little, big... I don't know... we will find out!
Ben: You can't name my member... Princess Sophia.
Andie: Yes, I can!
Ben: If you are gonna name my... member, you have to name it something hyper masculine. Something like Spike, or Butch, or Krull the Warrior King!

For Katie and Katie K...

2005-08-08T10:40:00.000-05:00

Today someone did a search for "Glen Ellyn Hot Girls naked pictures" and then came to my blog from that search.
I can only assume that this person was looking for my Katie and Katie K.
You girls have such a fan following that I am now getting hits from it. :)

The only part that worries me is the "naked pictures" part... I think next time I come to Chicago, I'm going to bring my Mace and be your personal body guard, spraying down those who I don't like. ;)

"Illinois, Glen Ellyn, United States,
0 returning visits
Date: 8th August 2005
Time: 02:17:25AM
WebPage
http://anjuharsha.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_anjuharsha_archive.html
http://www.google.com/search?q=Glen Ellyn Hot Girls naked pictures&hl=en&lr=&start=20&sa=N"

2005-08-08T10:17:00.000-05:00

Today when I woke up, I got up and started towards the bathroom.
On my way there I ran full face into the wall.
Apparently one leg was asleep but I didn't notice because I was so tired.

Olivia the kitten, looked at me as though I was insane.

2005-08-06T15:14:00.000-05:00

Today I bought a beautiful new laptop.
I named it Charlie.
Don't laugh, if men are allowed to name their penis, then I'm allowed to name my laptop.

It doesn't have a celeron processor, it has a pentium processor, which seems to be virtually impossible to find in a laptop. So I'd like to think my laptop is one in a million, the apple of my eye, the diamond in the rough... etc.

Needless to say, I'm incredibly happy with it and I've finally made it to that world where you can browse the internet from the comfort of wherever you are sitting.

2005-08-05T17:03:00.000-05:00

I just saw this movie. (pictured)
It was wonderfully vivid and interesting until the end.
Where the two characters die in concrete.
It was suppose to show "Everlasting love," but instead just kind of creeped me out.
The actors were wonderful, you really got involved and if I didn't know better I'd say they were in love in real life.
And then the ending scene just threw me.
It was a good plot line, it showed that playful sort of love that some people forget when they get older. I just wish the ending wasn't so confusing. To top off the fact that they die in concrete, the director didn't want a "sad" ending so he threw in a version of what would happen if they would have stayed alive, so that, we could be confused.

And here I was so hoping it would be another Amelie.

2005-08-05T14:14:00.000-05:00

In any situation, there will always be 5 friends who agree with me, and 5 friends that will agree with you.

Can everyone just leave everyone else alone?

Purdue has idiots running their security...

2005-08-04T13:10:00.000-05:00

So, Purdue University had someone hack into their system and then that person stole people's passwords.

It was a big deal, everyone had to change their passwords.. yadda yadda.

So now, Purdue University has schemed and planned all summer to come up with ways to prevent another attack on their Super Information Highway. They decided the Staff should be punished for their mistakes. Since I'm a "Staff" member here at Purdue, I also get punished. I have to come up with a password every month that has at least :
A.) One capital letter
B.) One lower case letter
C.)One number
D.) One of these !@#$%^&*() and my password cannot contain any of the following "anna" "ruth" "ann" "nna" "na" "rut" "uth" or any of the past passwords I've used.
If I use an "A" "N" "R" "U" "T" or "H" I cannot have them touching each other, just like in my childhood when I didn't want my broccoli touching my mashed potatoes.

So that leaves me with a password like, "!@$#1234tommyBOY."

Excellent, I can easily remember those passwords every month.

So apparently I'm the little rebel in the office, and I did the thing everyone whispers to each other about. I write down the password, and tape it to my monitor. I was afraid I would forget an O or a @ and then I couldn't get in to check my mail.

Well, a lady, lets call her TheAmazingHippoWoman or TAHW for short, came to the office yesterday to repair one of the computers that I had tried to fix first, but had no luck doing so. The computer had a mouse and in the middle of clicking something, the mouse stopped working entirely, followed by the keyboard. I tried restarting it, which made it dead completely, and then I tried to cut off the power supply to maybe jump start it (I take a very "car like" approach to computers). It didn't work. So I called TAHW and asked her to come over to fix it. She didn't come for an hour or so, and that whole time the computer just sat there fixing itself, because when she came finally, she turned it on and it worked. Amazing.. I know (I should also mention that they can remote access any computer in the Purdue network).

So she proudly proclaims that whoever turned off the power supply actually made the mouse quit working.
Now... after this statement it took me a full 2 minutes of staring before I finally realized she was serious and not making some awful joke.
So I said, very politely, "I think that might have harmed the computer after the fact, but I don't think it hurt the mouse, the mouse quit working long before anyone touched the power supply."
She turned to me with her death ray stare and said, "You are not the computer expert."
When I was silent, and my boss was silent, she decided to turn her attention back to the computer (and of course at that moment), decided to see my password taped to the monitor.

One long knarled finger came out from her folds of flesh and she, with her ghastly face, pointed in mock horror at my password taped breezily there for all to see. “What... Is... THAT!?” she proclaims, almost as if building her case against me with her words. I smile on the inside because I know she hates me for sure, and I say with the utmost seriousness, “That… is my password.”
And almost as if it was some sort of disease that would spread to millions only by reading it, she says, “Take it down! This instant!”

I do.
And she leaves.
And then I put it back up.
My boss thinks I'm playing with fire,
but then she never has asked me to take it down.

Apparently I have a lot to say today...

2005-08-03T15:01:00.000-05:00

Conversation that started on The Hot Librarian's bl*g...

Somehow it was the "ant" portion of the story that made me feel more at bliss (sorry, "AN-fucking-TS") because I've been in a battle with them in my own home for 2 solid weeks now. It began in the FREEZER. Where they were apparently enamoured of a small frozen pool of popsicle juice, but their little ant bodies couldn't take the frozen tundra of my icebox and I would open my freezer to a pile of cryogenic ant corpses every time I went to get an ice cube.

Dumbasses...you'd think word would have gotten back to the anthill that the big white box in the kitchen was claiming more lives than the blizzard of '32, but apparently not. Like Deadheads following Jerry, they just kept on comin...
Cinnamon | Email | Homepage | 08.03.05 - 1:07 am | #

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Cinnamon - So you’re saying that the ants in your house were suicidal? That's got to be the best thing I've ever heard relating to bugs. What do you tell the exterminator? "Well, these ants are the suicidal kind, be careful with them, they are fragile right now... emotionally."

Please tell me you are writing something about this...
Anju | Email | Homepage | 08.03.05 - 8:27 am | #

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They were possibly suicidal...hence the mass graves. However, the ants may have just been fans of extreme anting and my icebox was their Everest.

It was sort of like an ant Donner Party...except without the cannibalism. A few days later, I found ants in my fridge. They didn't fare much better in there. The cold made them sluggish and eventually they just keeled over in the egg cups. I found a dead fly in there, too. DEAD FLY. Did he fly in while the door was open, bedazzled by the tub of "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter" and get trapped when I slammed the door? Or did the ants BRING the fly in there. As an offering to the angry fridge gods who froze their brethren?
Cinnamon | Email | Homepage | 08.03.05 - 12:07 pm | #

Random everything.

2005-08-03T12:59:00.000-05:00

Hold everything.

Today I got roses.
Big beautiful yellow ones with red tips.
They are absolutely gorgeous.

I got them from Katie.
Not my roommate.
My co-worker.
Because she said she appreciated all that I did for her.

I love my office.

Random Thoughts...

2005-08-03T12:25:00.000-05:00

Today I flipped through my blog on some random month for some random reason.
Random enough for you?

I found this post, and I suddenly missed Leo and Coco a lot.

I hope Olivia, Leo, and Coco all get along. We have small Zoo started in our apartment hehe..

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I have begun packing. I have purchased several boxes and have begun to fill them. One box is labeled, "Anna's Junk and Katie's Junk... wait.. how did I get Katie's junk?"

I wonder what Katie will say when she sees that box.

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I cried today after reading this post, cried from laughing so hard.
My boss Kerry simply looks at me now, and then pretends I haven't gone mad. I have though... oh I've so gone mad.

2005-08-02T12:29:00.000-05:00

My new apartment.. I'm so excited.

2005-08-02T11:28:00.000-05:00

Today, I got a funny hit from Google.
Someone searched for "What is Anju?"
I couldn't tell you what Anju is, I didn't know it was an object of any sort.
I can tell you that Anju means, "One who lives in the heart" which is the reasoning behind the title of my blog.
I picked that name because most of my decisions in life have come from the heart and not from my brain.
Kind of like guys who think with their.. well.. maybe not quite like that.

I think sometimes I frustrated people (my mom for one) with my emotional decisions instead of using my head, but when it comes to my happiness my brain has never really had any say-so anyway.

So "What is Anju?" is a hard question to answer, and I don't think Google will help your search.

2005-08-01T14:34:00.000-05:00

Google now has my house on the map so to speak.
My house can be found and viewed from a satellite right in your own home. Crazy huh? The story of my home is lost in its black and white view from space, so I decided today to preserve it's life by telling it's story.
You'll have to click on the picture to see it clearly:

There it is... and now you know the rest of the story.

I Oughtta Give You A Shot In The Head For Making Me Live In This Dump ...

2005-07-31T20:49:00.000-05:00

*Shivaree album - I thought it was a good title for this post, and I love the band.. Can't go wrong..

The song Goodnight Moon by Shivaree is a song about one girl who gets terrified being by herself. She imagines things like sharks in the pool and something scratching through the walls. Imagination gets the best of her.
Well, my imagination isn't getting the best of me. I am living in hell.
It's not the dog on the floor scaring me though... Its the clothes on the floor. Yes. I'm living in apartment hell with my brother.

I've put off writing about this for a long time. Partly because I was in denial that there was any real problem, partly because I won't even invite my friends over to this mess because it's so humiliating and embarrassing.

My brother is a dirty boy. Making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich turns into a world class nightmare. Looking at it from a forensic scientist point of view, I believe my brother spreads the peanut butter on the bread, then sets the knife down repeatedly on the counter causing a little bits of peanut butter and jelly to stick to the counter, next he rubs his knuckles in the mess on the counter and then opens the fridge causing more peanut butter and jelly to stick to the fridge handle and door. Also, I realize he drinks milk with his sandwich because I found peanut butter on the bottom of the milk jug and on the handle. This is only after cleaning in the kitchen did I come to this conclusion.

So I fight a neverending battle with my brother. He messes things up, and I clean it. At this point, you are probably wondering why I put up with it. All I can say is that my brother is 6'5" and strong, and I'm 5'8" and weak. It's like I'm Iraq telling America to stop fucking up my counters. What do I do? I guess I could bomb America, killing myself in the process, but it wouldn't really help my counters, because America would still fuck them up.

So I suffer, hoping one day America will leave the premise. That one day is quickly approaching. The peace treaty has been signed (aka, new lease) and America has promise to leave within the next 11 days. This time, I'm ready to bomb America if they don't leave, so I feel right now like a time bomb waiting to explode.

My brother would kill me right now if he knew I was comparing him to America.

What I wouldn't give for a man to club me over the head and drag me by my hair...

2005-07-29T15:01:00.000-05:00

So in Indiana people are simple.
Simple cars like a Dodge fully-loaded diesel truck.
Simple houses like a trailer with a nice dog to bite the mailman.
Simple habits like spitting tobacco juice on the ground.

Add. More. Sarcasm.

To be honest, there are several very wonderful people in Indiana. I've met them. I know they exist. If it wasn't for them I would have found a school in California to go to.

But lets talk about the bad. They are much more entertaining.

Today I walked from my car to the parking garage stairs with two boxes that were very heavy. I got the door open somehow and managed to get myself and all the boxes into the stairwell without falling. It was amazing. So I start my descent only to get to the bottom and realize that someone was coming in the doorway I needed to go out of. I stepped to the side to let three very disgusting men pass. The aroma that past me was a mixture of stale cigarettes and body oder and the men that passed me looked like they were one step away from having just rolled on a dirt ground. People are hard working, I understand, I wouldn't have said all of this unless I had a reason to hate them. My reason happened two moments after the doorway opened. All three men looked at me as if I was naked and then made it very apparent that they liked the thought. They sniggered to each other, and eyes slide up and down me. After being mentally raped like that I was happy to get out of that doorway, but that didn't happen for me. No, you see, those three men, let the door fall shut. Yes. I have two heavy boxes, I've just been mentally raped and now the door is shut. So I had to set down the boxes, and open the door to get out of my trap in hell.
I can still hear the sniggers and murmurs as I quickly left the doorway.

2005-07-28T13:33:00.000-05:00

Today the only person that is appealing to me is one that has every nasty thing that they've said written down on cardboard and shoved down their throat.

People are so wonderful that they make me want to do the splits over a bed of hot coals, while two babies are screaming incessantly in my ear, and a couple of piranhas are eating away at my nipples, just so I can stop them from being so wonderful.

I LOVE TODAY.

If anyone does not get the sarcasm of this post or makes one comment about my nipples then I sentence them to be dragged out to the middle of the street and shot.

2005-07-27T19:38:00.000-05:00

Picture or painting?

2005-07-26T22:10:00.000-05:00

Guess What? The Nazis didn't lose the war after all. They won it and flourished. They took over the world and wiped out every last Jew, every last Gypsy, black, East Indiana, and American Indian. Then, when they were finished with that, they wiped out the Russians and the Poles and the Bohemians and the Moravians and the Bulgarians and the Serbians and the Croatians – all the Slavs. Then they stared in on the Polynesians and the Koreans and the Chinese and the Japanese – all the peoples in Asia. This took a long, long time, but when it was over, everyone in the world was one hundred percent Aryan, and they were all very, very happy.

Naturally the textbooks used in the schools no longer mentioned any race but the Aryan or any language but German or any religion but Hitlerism or any political system but National Socialism. There would have been no point. After a few generations of that, no one could have put anything different into the textbooks even if they’d wanted to, because they didn’t know anything different.

But one day two young students were conversing at the University of New Heidelberg in Tokyo. Both were handsome in the usual Aryan way, but one of them looked vaguely worried and unhappy. That was Kurt. His friend said, “What’s wrong Kurt? Why are you always moping around like this?” Kurt said, “I’ll tell you, Hans. There is something that’s troubling me – and troubling me deeply.” His friend asked what it was. “It’s this,” Kurt said. “I can’t shake the crazy feeling that there is some small thing that we’re being lied to about.”
-Ishmael by Daniel Quinn

Famous Phrase, "You're Fired"

2005-07-26T12:08:00.000-05:00

My boss asked me to clean out two people's desk yesterday, one was an 1.5 hour job and the other would probably have taken me 3 minutes if I had remembered to do it. I think the only thing that was in it was a set of files and a coffee mug.

The came today to take the desks away and I suddenly realized that I forgot about one of the desks.

Anna: Oh My Gosh, Kerry! (boss) I forgot to clean out Joe's desk!
Kathy: Oh Well we did your job for you...
Kerry: Well, Anna, You're Fired.

I love the sarcasm in this office.

A midday e-mail to Katie...

2005-07-25T12:43:00.000-05:00

Ok,

So my mom is a tight wad. My family has money my mother refuses to spend it. It’s a battle I’ve always fought with her. So when I mentioned the movers, my mom immediately said no... whatever, I’ll pay for it myself, I’d rather watch 100 dollars go down the drain than to have my dad and brother throw out their backs. I’m much different than my mom I guess.

So I dropped it, and I was going to tell you this weekend that I was going to just give you a check for 100 dollars (I also forgot to give you the 77 dollar check in my wallet and to cancel the phone line... sigh.. I’ll be sending you mail soon).

Anyway, I get an e-mail today that says this,

"Anna:

I'm making plans for moving you on the 13th of August (Saturday). "

MAKING PLANS TO MOVE ME, ON THE 13TH NO LESS? Sigh. I have completely explained the situation of everyone having to move out and back in on August 11th and that we can’t do it at any other time.

Secondly, the e-mail says,

"Also, I'm thinking of booking a room in the Hilton Garden Inn next to your new apartment. It's normally $201 per night, but I've been cruising the Internet for bargains and I've got it down to $99. I thought it would be nice to be able to relax and swim after a day of moving you."

99 DOLLARS?!?!?!?!?! You can only begin to guess how mad this made me. She’s ready for my dad to throw out his back, but then she’ll have the evening to swim in the indoor pool, so it’s all ok.

Sigh… I needed to vent. Thank you for listening.

To the best roommate in the world,

Anna

It's just another manic monday...

2005-07-20T21:18:00.000-05:00

You are spoon guy. You should have planned ahead
buddy, or packed a bigger lunch.

which rejected character are you?

I hate to say this... but I like Rejected Cartoons. Sometimes when I eat cereal in the morning.. I say to myself.. "My Spoon Is Too Big"
Sad.. I know.

2005-07-20T12:02:00.000-05:00

You make quite an impression on others right now. The reaction you get might strike you as unusual. Just go with the flow, understanding that not everyone is predictable. Others admire how you handle your responsibilities. Tonight: Just be yourself.

Just be yourself? How is that going to help me? This horoscope acts as if I have a life outside of work.

I don't, in case you didn't see the memo on your desk.

My typical night involves what I like to call, "me time." I realize with "me time" I become much more self-centered. Not a good quality to throw in with "Overly Opinionated" and "Bluntly Honest." I think this horoscope is trying to tell me to get a life. Isn't it nice, someone far, far away has put down that I make "impressions" on people, but doesn't specify what kind of "impressions." I guess my "Cynical" side tells me that those impressions aren't very good and people will react badly and then become unpredictable, while others stand back and admire how I tell the impressionable, unpredictable people to go fly a kite. Because you know, its my responsibility to do so.

Maybe my history teacher was right... I should have become a lawyer.. I can draw implications from anything.

Thank you for my venting time.

2005-07-19T15:16:00.000-05:00

Today I hit rock bottom and I ate the world’s worst piece of chocolate.
As I put it to my lips I could hear the makers of Godiva, Cadbury, and even Hershey (yes it was that bad) cry out in horror that I would stoop so low. I had to do it though… I was stressed… and any woman can dispute that when stress hits there are only a few things you can do to alleviate it. Eating chocolate is one… the rest of the options weren’t viable for the work place, or for me.

It’s funny I always pictured Godiva makers to be very gay and all perfectionists (because Godiva is perfection), I don’t know why I get this feeling whenever I pick up a piece of it, maybe it’s because it is perfect, or maybe it’s because of the two gay guys who ran around Barnes and Nobles shouting “Go Diva!!”… Maybe it’s both…

Cadbury I always pictured snobby perfection, not that happy perfection I mentioned before… yes… gay means HAPPY! Like finding perfection in chocolate by a bunch of cold, British gentlemen standing around with cigars and casually tasting the smallest morsel of chocolate and saying, “Oh yes, jolly good chocolate.”

Hershey I picture to be very… American… and since I have dug a hole big enough for my body to my shoulders I’d rather not comment anymore on chocolate because I’m pretty sure I could throw in something like, “right-winged, Christian chocolate” and then my head would be under ground… or is… already.
This discussion of chocolate will be prelude to the movie I will see this weekend.

I’m so excited to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

2005-07-15T15:54:00.000-05:00

Today as I walked home I got caught in a sudden burst of rain.
It was bad enough that I found a over hang on the side of a building to stand under. As I waited there I leaned up again the brick wall only to be surprized by how warm it was. It was a nice feeling to have the warm brick on my back and the cool breeze hitting my face. I decided to sit down on the pavement, open my book and read for 10 minutes until the rain passed. It was also funny to hear the people waiting there with me complaining about how badly they wished their cars to be there instead of the parking garage a few blocks away...

...What a nice moment to make me forget about my depressing weekend that looms on the horizon.

2005-07-14T10:28:00.000-05:00

I am slowly going insane because of my family.
And since it is the season for the Family Reunions, I feel like I would like to share a bit about my family.

Here is how my family works..
1. Grandmother: Cries on the drop of a dime to get her way
2. Aunt: Lawyer = Always right about everything, even her opinions.
3. Mother: Cannot read through Number 1 and 2's games so she takes everything as fact, then gets frustrated and yells at everything.
4,5,6,and 7. Father, Brother, Grandfather, and myself: Once Number 1, 2, and 3 get going in heated "discussions", hide in a dark place.

Numbers 4 through 7 are all very avid readers and we also can entertain ourselves with mindless things if the book is out of reach. I played with a ball for 20 minutes one time, bounce, retrieve, bounce, retrieve.... Endlessly.. Because it was better than venturing downstairs to grab a book during a heated "discussion."

Why do we hide? Because once a long time ago, one of us was brave enough to venture downstairs to get a book and the results were not pretty... NOT PRETTY. Imagine that scene out of Macbeth where those three (notice the significance of 3!) crazy witches were chanting, "Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble." It was close to that... *shudder*

Notice I'm the only girl hiding? I have no idea why this is. My mother is usually very rational (like I am) until her sister and mother get going then she goes CRAZY. Thank God my mother blessed me with a brother. I can handle brothers. You say things like, "Neil, Good Lord, pick up these dishes and put them in the dishwasher." And he says simple things like, "O.k." or "Go F'ck Yourself" or "I'm sorry, you smell like a caveman and I cannot possibly take orders from a caveman." I can HANDLE all those things.

I think if I had a sister she would quietly put the dishes away while planning on ways to kill me in my sleep.

2005-07-13T10:32:00.000-05:00

This picture makes me laugh. Neil with his crazy curly hair (How come NO ONE else in my family has curly hair!? The INJUSTICE of it... sigh) and Olivia with her deer-in-headlights look. hehe
I should probably get going to work...

2005-07-12T12:01:00.000-05:00

"I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and
I walk alone "
-Green Day

Today I found out that my Uncle Don didn't come out of surgery very well. He is basically a vegetable with no hope of survival, so they are going to pull him off of life support on Thursday.

His wife (second wife) decided that this is too much for her to handle and has decided to go on vacation. She didn't bother telling anyone either, just left and when people tried to call her to find out about Don, she told them that she has, "washed her hands of it."

I don't understand people.

Camp Part One

2005-07-10T20:36:00.000-05:00

So, first thing is first. I went to camp for the weekend. Not just any camp though… this camp is on a lake, and National Geographic has named it number 6 in the "Top Ten most beautiful natural lakes."
Well, how about *that*, Mr. Doubting Mustafa? (Yes I just quoted a Disney movie).

So the area is absolutely beautiful, white sandy beaches, crystal clear water, and not a motor or internet for about ten yards (can you believe they had wireless and electricity? It just ruins my image for this post, I wanted to be “Anna, survival girl, had no comforts of life and survived for 4 days without them” Now I’m just, “Anna, thinks she played it rough, but didn’t”).
I found myself busy doing things like, rock climbing, swimming, canoeing, and being a regular outdoorsy girl (gaining back my image). The thing I am most proud of is doing the “High Ropes Course” which entailed me climbing a 30 foot high ROPE latter and climbing from tree to tree using only different ropes (in case you missed it the first three times, I was being held up 30 feet in the air by ROPES). I know you people, every one of you is reading this going, “Ha Ha Ha, she didn’t do that, she’s making it up,” Well let me tell you, I have PICTURES so that you stop doubting my survival skills…. In trees… yes, my survival skills in trees! If Noah builds an ark again I know I won’t need it, because I have top notch survival skills in trees.

Picture One:

Here I am suiting up for the climb

Picture Two:

Here is a scary sign leading up to the course.

Picture Three:

And….. THESE ARE MY PICTURES. Damn. Nothing. To. Show. For. THEY ARE ALL DARK LIKE THIS!

Picture Four:

See…

Sigh… Well I promise that is me, I swear I did this, I was so proud and now no one believes me. Sigh.

Ok, I’m over it. More to come…

You are really going to hate me after reading this post*

2005-07-06T22:52:00.000-05:00

*AKA... If I have to suffer with this song then you do too.

Ooh my little pretty one, pretty one.
When you gonna give me some time, Sharona?
Ooh you make my motor run, my motor run.
Gun it comin' off the line Sharona
Never gonna stop, give it up.
Such a dirty mind. Always get it up for the touch
of the younger kind. My my my i yi woo. M M M My Sharona...

Come a little closer huh, ah will ya huh.
Close enough to look in my eyes, Sharona.
Keeping it a mystery gets to me
Running down the length of my thighs, Sharona
Never gonna stop, give it up. Such a dirty mind.
Always get it up for the touch
of the younger kind. My my my i yi woo. M M M My Sharona...

When you gonna give it to me, give it to me.
It is just a matter of time Sharona
Is it just destiny, destiny?
Or is it just a game in my mind, Sharona?
Never gonna stop, give it up.
Such a dirty mind. Always get it up for the touch
of the younger kind. My my my i yi woo. M M M My Sharona...

Happy Thursday People.. aren't you glad you aren't drunk? (trust me on this, you'd not only have this song in your head, but you'd be singing it loudly in public, only to remember on a Monday that on Friday you sang this song, causing you momentary regret for ever drinking in the first place... )

JERMAJESTY LOVES SLUTS!!!

2005-07-06T20:50:00.000-05:00

I'm laughing so hard I'm tearing up.

She had me at this paragraph,

"Just to make sure that Mr. Diesel knows just how in demand R. Bear is, she also
enclosed a picture of her with another man. This does spark the competitive
nature in Jermajesty, but it also makes Raiderette look like a bit of
a...err...slut. JERMAJESTY LOVES SLUTS!!! Less work! More sex."

It doesn't even matter that she's talking about stuffed animals... and Jermajesty. ;)

Going to Katie's House

2005-07-04T23:27:00.000-05:00

Let me first and foremost say that Chicago is definitely a party place (or maybe just Glen Ellyn? It's still not for sure).
I had an absolute blast when I came to staying the weekend at Katie's home.

Friday: The first night I got there, I was told that we were going to party, first at a house party and then go to the bars. Well the house party turned into one drink, then two drinks, and then I-lost-count drinks, something which I do NOT DO very often. In fact, the last time I did this was the end of my Sophomore year with Paul in his old apartment, that's how much I do something like that. Needless to say, drinking like that gets anyone in trouble and at some point I was standing in a room, covering my mouth, and waiting for Katie to save me. Which she did, and my "almost trouble" turned into nothing (why was I covering my mouth, you ask? Because I was very concerned that I would be kissed whether I wanted it or not, and at the time with the drinks I had, covering my mouth seemed like a fail-proof way to prevent that. Laugh if you must, I know I'm an idiot). Well, passing out for the whole house came and I found myself the next morning laying on a couch wondering what I happened.

Saturday: Saturday came in like a lion and out like a lamb. While the early morning hours provided me with some crazy times, the rest of Saturday was all about recovering from Friday. Katie and I came home, passed out again, re-awoke and then headed to a boat race which was absolutely hilarious. People were crazy trying to get their boat to be the fastest or the one what didn't sink to the bottom of Glen Ellyn Lake. Next, back to home, where we re-dressed, grabbed Katie K. and Amy, and then headed to Naperville's Ribfest. I'd have to say, this Ribfest was quite impressive, featuring Ribs from Australia to Indiana and a show featuring Kenny Wayne Shepard. Not bad for a celebration over ribs and pulled-pork. Then it was home again, where there was some Nintendo and movie watching. And then, that was a rap for Saturday.

Sunday:Sunday came in like a lamb and out like a lion. The morning we spent planning out our day and helping around the house, and then it was off to Taste of Chicago, which was a lot of fun (minus the outstanding crowds and baby carriages) and then the drinking started again. What is a beer among friends? When you are eating cheese fries and hamburgers, you most always need some alcoholic beverage, especially when you aren't paying with "real money" (they had a ticket system set up, so you buy the tickets and then pay for the food with the tickets) it seems a lot easier to buy food when it is just tickets you are paying with. After the Taste, we decided to cancel the fireworks display and then head back to Glen Ellyn for a shower and food. The train ride took awhile but we finally made it. Friends were called and suddenly at 11 in the night, the entire basement was full of people again. This time, for me, it wasn't so scary. I could relax a little more and I didn't drink as much this time around.

Monday: Monday started at 4 in the morning again. Well, that's when I got in my 4 hour nap in. Relaxing took its toll on me at this point and at 9 a.m. I found myself awake (I hate those biological alarm clocks that wake you up no matter how late you stayed up the night before) and ready to go again.
We (Katie and her family) went to the Fourth of July parade and then spent most of the day cooking and trying to stay awake (I failed only once at this game). Friends came over one last time, and I found myself really sad to go back to my lonely empty apartment. It seems that friends can be made overnight and I wasn't ready to leave such a cozy environment.

I guess Tuesday will go back to my usual routine of waking up early, going to work and class, coming home to pasta, and then calling it an early night. Is this what the "real world" entails? No wonder my mom says to "live it up now."

Willy Wonka is semi-sweet and nuts

2005-07-03T22:06:00.000-05:00

Let's boogie.

So I was looking about what people were saying about Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (or should I say, Charlie et la Chocolaterie, sounds like Godiva chocolate more than Easter Bunny candy) and I found a thread labeled, "Is Tim Burton in love with Johnny Depp?"

First Response: "Johnny has 41 movies and only 5 were with Burton.. (yadda yadda.)"
Second Response: "I think Johnny is in love with Burton... (oi vey.)"
Third Response: (quite funny but irrelevant)"In theory, numerous monkeys with keyboards can produce Shakespeare. IMDB members prove this false. "
Fourth Response: "I think many people in general are in love with Johnny Depp."

And the Fourth Response wins by a landslide (I can't wait for this movie... because.. you know... I love chocolate... right...)!

2005-07-03T21:54:00.000-05:00

This weekend:
Eating and Drinking.
I love it!!

2005-07-01T11:01:00.000-05:00

Oh Brad…

Oh Johnny…

Haha, I got these two pictures from a site that I can’t read any of the words of. The pictures speak for themselves though. Completely hilarious!

2005-06-30T23:36:00.000-05:00

Tomorrow I'm going to Chicago! WHOOHOO!

2005-06-29T13:45:00.000-05:00

Has anyone seen the BMW commercial with the weimaraner??
It's bugging me I cannot find out any information on it. I think it could be a William Wegman dog, but I'm not sure. If it's not it sure is a copy cat of his work on things like Sesame Street and whatnot.

2005-06-29T09:20:00.000-05:00

My life feels kind of dull and boring right now so I'm going to talk about something that is in the near future and exciting too me (the most exciting thing is going to Seattle, but since that is not until August, I'll write about that later).

Camp Westminster.

I will be going on a three day camping trip that will allow me to canoe, sail, and generally relax in a place that is fun and peaceful. I'm staying in the Wakeya which is basically four walls, a roof, and a door. No running water or bathrooms, we are trooping a quarter of a mile for showers and such. This may sound like a bad time for some, but for me, I NEED this.

I think the most exciting part is being away from everything, clearing my mind, and not having to worry about a thing.

2005-06-28T15:12:00.000-05:00

In the wee hours of the morning, have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror?

If so, have you ever thought everything looked just fine and then while in the bathroom at your work in the afternoon notice that your white shirt isn’t as thick as you thought, and your black bra is visible through the fabric?
Am I alone here?

If not, WHO ARE YOU? Never mind, I know who you are, you are those people in my class that make me GAG because of your bad body odor and your yellow teeth.

On the bright side, At least I’ll only be considered slutty and not smelly.

2005-06-24T12:26:00.000-05:00

"And then Tom slapped me right across the face because I uttered the words "meme" and "blog" out loud and also because I wasn't paying attention. He shouted at me, in his little leprechaun voice, "I WANT THE TRUTH!" And I had to tell him he probably couldn't handle the truth but that he did have me at hello. Cruise was not amused, let me tell you. He may have two, soon to be three, sham marriages under his belt, but that little man does not play."

-From the mouth of "The Hot Librarian"

It made my day.

2005-06-21T21:31:00.000-05:00