That was a wonderful quote.. That's not the word I want, but I can't think of the one. But yeah. Thank you... ~Anne
Tangled Wishes
Oooh I think you should make a really bad cheesy movie about it. I will watch it. I will sit in the front row and cheer on the pirates. I've always liked them, for some reason... Maybe it's all the swearing! I wonder what the qualifications are for being a pirate? I wonder if I fulfill any of them?
Jasmine? Who are you?
I used to be very spiritual. I used to be very religious. I went to church faithfully every Sunday, because I liked to. I loved singing in the youth choir. It was about the best thing ever on Sundays, and we sounded good, and I got to sing solos. (Solos worked wonders for my self esteem.) I used to pray every night, not for people, or for myself, but just to talk to God. I used to read the bible every night before I went to sleep, Psalms, usually. I used to believe in God, and believe that He wa
I feel that I am a strange person with many a strange quirks. I continue to surprise myself in my capacity to care about people even when I don't want to, and probably shouldn't. It's emotionally draining, and I tend to get carried away. The one thing that has surprised me the most about my capacity to care happened about two years ago. I went with a church group to Minneapolis, and we did a bunch of things there. The first night we worked at a "soup kitchen", and I spent about three ho
Children are the most evil creatures ever!!! I think I've said on my blog before about people getting wrong impressions. If not, I should have. Hah, it works both ways, huh? So u have hepatitis? I'm not sure what the AIS is all about, but I know hepatitis is bad... Someone I knew died of it. Well, he lived for a long time, though. I believe 20 years? Either way, it sucks that u have this disease, and I'm sorry is a stupid statement that shouldn't be said unless someone intentionall
Thanks! No hangover, though!!! Yay!!! (Don't ask how I got to be so lucky as to not get a hangover... Must've been the box of wheat thins I devoured before passing out...)
Marky Mark my dear, U terrible but hilarious thing you! Now, u don't really feel this way, do you? Or if you do... Well... you just need some controlling pussy. ~Love freely ~Drunken Anne
I honestly think that U should just take those damn pants off, period. :D ~Drunken Anne
Im drunk. It's a good birthday. Theres some stweet boys i know How did i know they were sweet? i dunno. But they are. and i'm sad that they are and that i am so disappointng because, well, i am. But all the same, i feel great. I mean, i actually had a good birthsday. When i didn't lose any money, or worry about a boyfriend who didn';t really like me, pr anytthing, I Just worry about being able to put on some pjs for bd. Oh to hell with the PJs who need them antyway? Please for
Lol. Sorry it seemed as though I was trying to pick a fight, or something. Rather, I hate the feeling that people are second-guessing or belittling my emotions, and I act out of defense. No hard feelings. ~Love Freely
Squou, you're confusing.
Thanks for replying... It's good to know some people understand where I'm coming from. Sherye, I'm starting to see what you mean about people and vulnerable subjects. It's ridiculous, isn't it?
Sometimes I think that, whenever I talk, or write, someone completely misunderstands EVERY THING I am saying. Wait, no, I see that everywhere I look on here!! It's like, everywhere I turn, I see someone making a list on the reasons why people are homeless, and how they could have prevented it (mainly, drinking and doing drugs stuck out in my mind), or calling God gay and Christians stupid, or trying to force their childish opinions down someone else's throat. Or they scream out unintell
Why am I annoyed that she acts all innocent? Because she makes out like she doesn't DO that stuff, because it is against her RELIGION, and does it in the closet! And I DO walk away, except it's hard when you're at DINNER, or watching TV in a friend's room... Lordy! My problem is PDA! IT IS GROSS. I don't like seeing people kissing people. I don't like HEARING people kissing people, especially not at dinner. Wait, why am I arguing against someone who spells don't "dunt" and occur as "accure"
Ok I better explain myself quick. I don't hate happy people. Au contraire!! I suppose I like them rather well... I just don't like couples. Wait, that isn't so much true, either. There's this one couple... This guy and this girl. And I can't stand them. She's a pretty thing, all peppy and happy and nice and funny and just a little bit dumb, but in a cute way. He's a jerk. He says stupid, careless, asshole things, and really doesn't deserve his friends. He's big, she's not. She
I have a confession to make. I am afraid of love. I am afraid of feeling it, trusting it, needing it, enjoying it, and then losing it. Yet, interestingly enough, I am sensing a change in my opinion. I'm wondering things about love. Mostly, though, I'm wondering which will come first... My willingness to give love another try, or the person who makes me change my mind. I'm curious! I want to know. I want to learn. I love learning. Maybe it means I'm ready to try... an
I found I could really relate to this one. I'm sure we haven't been through the same experiences, but I feel it, in my own way... Thank you for posting this.
Thanks a lot for replying. I always like listening to others' opinions, and I really like to read. Luckily, I have found something I'm passionate about... writing. Obviously, that's what everyone is going to say, but I mean it. I want to be a writer. That's what I want to do with my life.
Ai... I'm lonely. I don't know why. I just am. I need a hug, and I'm alone and unable to get one. Some people just have hugs that could heal cancer, I think. Well, some people that > know. Like Trevor and Jason. I swear. Their hugs just make me melt. Maybe cause they pick me up and swing me around and all of that stuff. I need one of those hugs right now. The ones that make me dizzy. Yeah! Oh well. Here I am in Morris, quite away from my melty hugs. I'll just hav
Deary, I have no idea whether your comment was cruel or kind. Never can tell with you, can I? Well, I'm going to take it as kind until you tell me other wise, I don't like negative thoughts, even as a pessimist, and the confusion is mutual, eh? Take care dear. Love freely.
Don't let it get to that, Smurfy. (:D) Really. Don't leave your kids behind in the dust of depression. Don't let work take over your heart. Even if it isn't... Call them every day. Call them every night. Write them letters and emails and draw them pictures. Let them know you think about them often by more than just words uttered once a week if that. They won't believe you if you do that... Show them. Do everything in your heart to show them. Remember, you may only have forty some years left on t
Sometimes, it happens to some people, that they tend to care too much about people who might not deserve it. And of course, all parties involved realize it, and it's a sad thing, but forgiveness is always on their lips either way. I wish I was one of those people who could automatically press the block button in their minds, you know, say, "I don't want to care about that person anymore, so I'm going to block them." A simple idea, of course, kind of like turning them off with a TV rem
Candlebox always said it better than me. Fuck Hallmark, huh. :) Well I might as well get to the true purpose of this blog. Which is... Well, it's a lot of things. It's an apology and a letter in self defense. I feel like I might be maturing, or perhaps not. Just learning things as I go on. It's a life-long process, or so I hear. First I must apologize to a boy we've heard enough about. Well he'd probably get offended if I use his name, slander and all that. I'm
Glad you had a splendiferous weekend deary. Sorry that made me sound like a total loser. But I'm endearing :) Glad to hear about lil ol *me* too. You make me smile, and that's a good thing ~Anne