Life among the content

2012-05-10T21:57:00.000-04:00

Dear North Carolina,

No matter how hard I try, I don't think I will ever understand why people think it is ok to deprive basic human rights from others. Shouldn't we have come farther than this? My degree is in history, so I understand how prejudices can manifest, but aren't we supposed to learn from the past?

I truly want what is best for humanity. It breaks my heart when people are alienated in this manner. I expected better from you NC. I really did. I have spent a majority of my life defending the South. This is my home. I am a NC native. I have never lived anywhere else. But then you go and do something so far passed insensitive that you can't even see common decency from where you are standing.

Ho would you feel? No seriously, open your eyes and learn to empathize. Someone says, "Hey, you know what is unnatural? A man and a woman getting married. We should really put an amendment in our state constitution to stop that plague on society." Your pissed off now, aren't you? Exactly.

So you say your Bible says that it's wrong. You know what else that book tells you to do?In a holy war, it's essential to kill men, women, and children then go ahead and burn their civilization to the ground. The whole basis of religion is that God infallible, right? Men wrote the Bible, and they are very fallible. My intention is not to be offensive. I want you to understand that life doesn't fit in these limited contexts you are creating and trying to impose.

So, where is your humanity, your common sense? This is just going to be one more thing to be ashamed of later.

Just some thoughts,
A Citizen

A little treat.

2011-03-31T22:16:00.000-04:00

I have a very high opinion of my dog, and he has the same opinion about himself.

I'm going to be an adult soon....

2011-02-09T19:48:00.001-05:00

crap.
What have I been doing? I should have been building a bomb shelter in my basement. I just want to move to Neverland and hangout with the Lost Boys.

I'm not dead by the way as that last post months ago might have lead you to believe.

Never go on webmd after 1 am.

2011-01-03T06:47:00.002-05:00

Nothing good will come of it.

I'm not the type of person to be left alone with their thoughts. It really never works out well for me. I had the worst stomach pain I've ever had in my life (or what I have not successfully blocked out of my memory) tonight. There was no way that I wasn't going to hurt and feel nauseous. It just wasn't going to happen, so after a couple of hours of chanting "make it stop! make it stop! make it stop!" I made the foolish decision of looking at my symptoms on webmd. Now, I'm just waiting to fall over dead.

If you haven't been able to surmise from my curmudgeonly antics, I'm not the type of person to go to the doctor unless they are in fact dying.

My pain has ceased, so hopefully this won't be the last you hear from me. The only thing I have to deal with now is the fact that I probably won't be sleeping tonight, because it is now almost 7 in the morning. I did get a chance to research all the dog rescue options in my area for the next time I decide to adopt a dog. That's the only plus that's come out of this.

Moral of this story: Webmd scares me at night and never leave me alone with my thoughts, please. They make me do crazy things.

Sorry for the late reply.

2010-11-09T21:22:00.001-05:00

I hate emails. Absolutely abhor them. I don't know how I should address people. If you're not my friend or a member of my family. I have no idea what to call you. It upsets me. I don't want to sound curt or moronic. I just hate emails.

Truthfully, I like them more than phone calls. I don't even know what to say to friends and family on the phone. I guess this is a symptom of my social awkwardness.

This was all brought about by my email exchange with a professor about a final paper topic, and my frustration is paramount right now.

I think I would make an awesome spokes person

2010-10-07T18:52:00.000-04:00

I have a few self esteem problems, but there is one thing that makes me feel pretty: mascara. You can't go wrong with long, full lashes.

I've been on a search for the best mascara. I think I've found the best one yet. The Falsies mascara from Maybelline. I almost feel like my eyes are caged in...but in a good way. I was skeptical about how well it would work, because makeup promises usually aren't fulfilled, but it does look like I have on false lashes. I think I've found my mascara. I am a little giddy.

Here's a before!

and this is the after (after a long day of wear too).

I was destined to be a lazy kid.

2010-10-05T19:36:00.000-04:00

There is one thing I like about the cold. That feeling you get when you crawl into bed. I guess I just don't have adequate winter clothing, because that is the warmest moment of my day. In the morning it will come back to get you, especially you have something to do that day, and getting out of bed seems like the end of the world. I love being bundled up. I don't like the cold, but being wrapped in blankets is the most amazing feeling, so I guess it's worth it.

There is something about fall.

2010-10-02T11:14:00.002-04:00

I'm also very fond of spring. The mild temperatures and feeling of coming change are exciting.

I like the beautiful colors and watching the leaves gracefully find a new home on the ground. It makes me think of cider and apple festivals and pumpkin picking and the Cleveland County Fair. The fair is one of the most celebrated occasion of the year in my book. When I was a kid, we would go every year. I would eat funnel cake or cotton candy and immediately regret it when I got on any ride. We would walk through the show hall and see all the things that won prizes and go look at all the animals. Sometimes my parents would play a game of 'who knows the most people here.' My dad usually won since he is from Cleveland County.

I, also, absolutely love halloween. My best friend and I usually carve a pumpkin, make caramel apples, hand out candy to trick-or-treaters, and watch old scary movies. Halloween doesn't rank as high in my heart as Xmas does, but I'd have to say it's a close second.

I love fall.

Glimpse at my future.

2010-09-25T22:10:00.002-04:00

Oh yeah, I'm going to be a teacher.

I guess I'm a little frightening.

I actually told my friend to make this picture so she would be more motivated to do her homework. However, it doesn't work unless you set it as the background of your computer.

I wish I could finish this story.

2010-09-25T20:56:00.001-04:00

Here' s a little piece of my writing:

In a large empty room with two doors on either side, there was a bulletin board that jutted out awkwardly on the south wall that had no door. It was littered with papers new and old cluttered together yearning for a moment of attention. The air in the room was stale and it hung limp as if it had never been graced with the presence of life.

The door on the east wall flew open, which caused the abandoned papers to lift in anticipation. A young woman of normal stature and plain features marched into the room carrying a menacing scowl and an ill will for the person behind the opposite door.

“I can’t believe this!”

She snatched a stray paper from the board and continued to storm through the stale room. She turned the door knob of the opposite door only to find it locked.

I have about 21 pages of this, but I've become uninspired despite my desire to finish it.

Schockingly

2010-09-17T22:48:00.001-04:00

I used to love this picture and would use it all the time. Oddly enough, I still like it. I look very shocked.

"The Brave Cowboy" Dale Brittain

2010-09-16T19:16:00.006-04:00

I just thought everyone would enjoy a nice song from my daddy.

Have a wonderful day,
Anne

Oh the things I could do....

2010-09-14T19:56:00.002-04:00

I'm exhausted. I'm hungry. And my brain is fried from all this knowledge my professors keep trying to shove in there. I want it to be summer very badly right now, and I've only been in class three and a half weeks. Yes, I am pathetic.

I just spent the last two days trying to make my blog look all spiffy. It was hard, but I used a whole bunch of layouts and tricks from Cutest Blog on the Block, which is a super fine website.

Oh, I have some hilarious pictures of my mother and I, that I thought I would share, because I truly am a giving person.

Something attracted us to the bling teeth.
It might have been my father pointing them out.
I maintain that my mother is a bad influence on me.

I don't think this is what I signed up for.

2010-08-29T15:13:00.001-04:00

I just want you to know that if/when I have a nervous breakdown it was indeed all my fault.

I have spent my beautiful, sunny, mild weekend reading. I don't mean curled up with a good book sipping tea reading ( I adore that), no I mean heavy text book, mundane reading. As a college student, this is not a new phenomenon, but the duration of this studiousness has gotten ridiculous. No one should spend their entire weekend swimming in the dark waters of academia.

I did pick my classes with little regard for my own sanity, so I suppose it's not my place to complain. I still want to though.

It doesn't help that my body is, now after twenty-ish years for the first time, getting the proper number of calories (instead of excessively more). I'm hungry, tired, and overworked. Bring on Xmas, so I can finish this farce of a semester.

It seems I only blog when I want to bitch about school.

2010-08-22T18:52:00.000-04:00

Rightfully so, I suppose.

My classes start Tuesday, and my plate is overflowingly full. Just looking over two of the sylabi for my classes gave me a headache. It also gave me the impression that my education professor is a hippie. I mean the real deal type of hippie. She is concerned about the environment and gives off the "lets hold hands and sing" vibe.

I kind of want it to still be summer:

Lack of sleep coupled with a longer than usual car journey has exhausted me. I feel as if I'm going to nod off any minute and I still have to unpack all my crap. I definantly have some procrastination issues. Blogging instead of cleaning.

Roomie is also hosting a soiree here this evening, so sleeping will probably not happen anytime soon.

Just more proof, I should be living in a different era

2010-06-17T00:03:00.003-04:00

I'm really a middle aged woman at heart. You could probably tell this solely from my fashion decisions. Today, I'm wearing a green top with puffy shoulders and cuffed capris with black scandals. It is even more evident when I'm having coffee with my vibrantly dressed roomie or my young at heart best friend (who says she acts like a grandma, but I tend to disagree).

I watch television with my mother, an actual middle aged woman. I actually go shopping with my mom and tell her what would look best, and we share clothes from time to time. This is odd because we have different body types and I'm a good four inches taller than she is. She borrows my clothes mostly come to think of it.

I like James Taylor and Carole King along with other musicians that usually find on the play list of the Baby-Boomers. I actually went to the Troubadour Reunion Tour for JT and CK, and I was one of the few young adults there.

I read classic literature more than works recently published. My two favorite authors are Oscar Wilde and Jane Austen both who worked in the nineteenth century for the most part. I have a thing for vintage things that I can't explain, because I have this weird aversion to previously used things (but that's a different crazy story for a different boring time).

I like more youthful things as well, but for the most part I prefer things that my parents seem to enjoy. I'm just missing the wisdom and maturity that comes with these refined tastes of mine.

Insomnia: I guess it could be worse.

2010-05-22T02:26:00.003-04:00

I can't sleep. Sadly two am has become my new normal bedtime and yet I still can't sleep. My family (and I mean the whole famdambly) is going to Charleston on vacation tomorrow, so I guess I'm a little excited about that, but I don't know if that would affect my sleeping pattern. I dropped my dog off with my bestie and I'm used to having his paws pressed into my back as I sleep, but I don't know if that is it either. I just can't sleep. I'm pretty much done packing too so I can't even use this time to be productive.

I am not going to be nice in the morning. I guess I can sleep in the car if the need arises.

So now I get to spend a solid seven days with people that will most likely drive me insane. I won't even have whatshisface or bestie there to break up the monotony. Too bad I'm a couple months too young to inhale liquor (you know just incase things hit a snag). Oh by the way, Charleston SC (because I utterly despise West Virginia) is by far my favorite place in America. I'm just super saiyan.

As I look at months of neglected Chemistry, I realize

2010-04-25T13:08:00.000-04:00

I know I do a fair amount of bitching at the end of every semester, because I, by nature, am very lazy. This is not helped by the fact that in the past minimal effort would suffice. I'm not some genius that destroys curves and blurts out answers to rhetorical questions, but without studying I can usually get a B. It's more of a curse than a blessing. It keeps me lazy and boosts my ego to this uncontrollable beast.

Oh, and here is the kicker. When I do study, I spend more time on the subjects I'm more likely to ace without the effort, because I usually like them better. And I don't want to even try with things that it's conceivable that I could fail. That's how I get As and Ds on the same grading period, although I haven't really done that since high school.

I guess the fundamental lesson here is that my moderately high GPA is not a real reflection of my character. Plus, I despise chemistry and all its little science buddies.

A long line of little bag-of-hell women

2010-03-26T19:07:00.002-04:00

I am a bag-of-hell woman. It is not something I have control over. My great aunts both were very strong women that would do anything they had to do to get what they wanted. Frances ran for a seat on her town council when it was unheard of for women to hold office (at least in NC), while Verona had a technician job that was predominantly held by men. I'm also some sort of cousin with the first woman to be a chief justice in the state of NC, Susie Sharp.

My grandmother does not really have this trait, because those aunts I was referring to were my grandfather's sisters. My mother, aunt, and I , however, did inherit this slightly frightening personality trait.

I'm not abrasive or anything (most of the time). I'm polite and generally a nice person, but don't even think about getting in my way, because I will mow you down. It won't be pretty. It's one of those strong women things I share with my mother (and a whole long list of other women that look kind of like me).

You may mistakenly believe I have some sort of feminist leaning because of all those women, but it's quite the opposite. I never felt as if I couldn't do anything I damn well pleased because of those crazy ladies. I know I'm standing on the shoulders of giants and they shattered the glass ceiling before I even got a chance to look at it, but I don't think they would want me to think that I would ever have to struggle with sexism.

Isn't that the point of equal rights? That no one even sees the lines anymore? Because I defiantly don't see the lines. I don't see them between gender, race, religion anything. We're all different and whatever, but we're all capable of the same basic functions. Anyone can be smart or play a sport or fix a car. That's just the way I feel, and maybe I'm the only one.

But it was that long line of Bag-of-hell women that told me that we're all just people, and we all are just people.

Here's a little anecdote about great aunt Frances:
When she bought new clothes, she would bring them home in laundry bags and take the tags off. Then when her husband, Charlie asked her if she had just bought it when he saw her wear them, she would reply :"Charlie, you old dog! I've had these clothes forever. I can't believe you have never noticed them before!"

I'm genetically inclined to stir up trouble. I do and say anything I want, because that's the way it is in my family.

I'm a smidgen overwhelmed. Just a smidgen.

2010-03-25T20:40:00.001-04:00

Today my NC History professor told me I didn't look like the type to have tattoos and that I must have a wild side. It made me wonder what I look like. I mean I thought people would expect people like me to have tattoos, but then again I don't look the way I act.

It is almost time for me to register for classes for next semester and one of the ones I want is already full, which prompted me to rant about priority registration, because honors and teaching fellow kids are lucky bastards. If I stalk the registration page enough, I'll get the classes I want so don't worry. I'll probably just get 15 hours for now and stalk and stalk and stalk and stalk until I get that one class and I'll be up to 18 hours, and if you are familiar with college credit hours that is indeed a lot, and I am indeed crazy. But you knew that.

I have a speech proficiency test tomorrow. It is a requirement to get into the college of ed. I think it is dumb, but I exempted out of the pain in the butt requirement so I'll let this go.

I also have to do some volunteer work so I don't get kicked out of he honor society. I only have 4 of the required 15 points, so I need to get on the ball. If I hadn't already blown so much money on this, I would probably just quit, because I don't really have the time for it, and I'm going to just join the History and Social Science Honors societies, because you just pay them money and they give you chords and leave you alone. I guess I'll give it a good college try and if I get kicked out I'll leave it at that.

Yay college!

Another fun fact about Anne:

2010-03-24T21:32:00.002-04:00

I pick the salt off of pretzels. I am that boring. I'm a monotone voice away from being the cure for insomnia. Just so you know.

UPDATE:
I have a lap full of salt due to this peculiar habit.

Most college kids are getting drunk on a beach. I'm basking in the glow of 60 degrees.

2010-03-05T17:55:00.000-05:00

I know why pretty people are so mean. It's being hungry and then having to be mad at yourself when you do break down and cram as many twizzlers (the sweet and sour kind) down your faces as humanly possible. At least in my experience that is. I love twizzlers by the way. I've lost four lbs, but I have so many more to go and dwelling on the subject will probably just depress me further. On to happy things...

I have recently descended the mountain to enjoy the warmth of the lower lands. Sadly, 60 degrees is shorts and tank tops weather to any ASU you'll ever meet. It's really refreshing to not have piles of snow obscuring your sense of humanity. I'm a little mad that during my spring break is when Boone decides that bearable temperatures are a good idea.

I wish I were on a sand dune:

Time to get things started.

2010-02-24T19:45:00.002-05:00

So begins the torture of dieting.

I've started calorie counting (887.5 in case you were wondering). No worries, I'm still eating well, and I'm not done eating just yet, but I'm trying to keep it under 2,000. I can't exercise a lot right now, because there is snow up to my ass outside (almost literally). I'm doing a few sit-up circuit training type things my bestie taught me in the mean time, but that doesn't really make weight loss easy so I have to cut a few more calories than in the future until it stops snowing and I can go jogging.

When I get desperate to lose weight and need something to motivate me, I might actually post my weight and bmi and stuff. For right now, I just want to sulk in private.

The death of me

2010-02-23T21:04:00.002-05:00

All right, so I'm not fairing so well on this whole eating well thing. Well, I've cut down on the sheer amount I eat, which I guess could be put in the win column. The things I eat, however, don't seem to be getting any better. I ate a big ole stack of pancakes for dinner. Roomie brought home the kind you add water to the bottle and shake. I made the whole thing upon her request, and we each ate half. I'm not too proud of that, but the only other thing I had eaten today was a Special K bar, so I blame lack of nutrition for my lapse in judgement.

Here's a little visual of something I've been known to eat:

That would be some premium frozen hot chocolate (one of roomie's concoctions and that bitch is skinny).

"Yeah Mom, I know..."

2010-02-21T16:59:00.001-05:00

You know how when you are so similar to someone you begin to dislike them, because they remind you of yourself? All the women in my family might as well be clones of one another. We don't look the same, but that is the end of the list of things that are different about us. I can't spend more than an hour with more than one of them at a time without getting a little annoyed, and I know that's all on me. I just wish i didn't have the future right in front of me and talking to me. I'm going to be exactly like my mom. I mean, I'm a little more laid back than she is, but not by much. I love my mom and my grandma and my aunt, but we have a family vacation coming up, and I don't know if I can get through it without taking up a serious drinking problem.