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1/30/2007 Oh, my conversations.Farhad: Why are you so beautiful?
Me: Aw, thanks...
Farhad: Is it because you are too pretty? Me: ... what? Farhad: I meant, why do I like you so much, is it because you are.. aww man. Me: Lol! Farhad: Now I don't know if you are pretty, or beautiful, or neither and I just like you. Me: ! Chris: Hamster.
Me: Yeah, new one! Chris: Black is bad. Me: But Blackbear Hamsters are the friendliest ones. Chris: I dont know, they tend to steal things and ride dirty in trashcans. Me: I had a dream that you gave my Eragon book back to me, but all the pages where gone.
Jack: Why would I give it back to you then?? Me: You just gave the cover back, but it was empty... all the pages were missing. Jack: ... =/ Are you playing Guild Wars?
Me: Hi poo poo face!
Hamster: *Sniff* Me: You are soooooo cute! Hamster: *Turns away* Me: I have some lettuce for you! You want some lettuce? Yum yum! Hamster: *Washes face* Me: *Pokes lettuce through cage* Hamster: *Looks up, annoyed, then surprised, grabs lettuce* Me: Awwww, you are soooooo cute, poo poo! Hamster: *Hides lettuce away* Me: I wuv you! Hamster: *Goes to corner and starts digging* 1/29/2007 Victoria's SecretMy sister gave me a pink tank top from VS the other day.
I know, it's like, oh, ANOTHER pink tank top for Annie. But like, again, Victoria's Secret proves itself.
This one has a lacey stuff around the top, and frills on the bottom, and when I wear it under another shirt, the top and bottom shows so perfectly in all it's pink yummy glory, and it is like, omg, I hope my sister is having a good day, because I AM! But seriously, Victoria's Secret, is kinda like God. How so? Well, I know that it is fab, it is wonderful, and I love it. But as life goes on, days pass by, I forget about it, or the memory of exactly how absolutely fab it is fades a little from my mind. And every once in a while, just as I fail to remember, it does something to make me wonder how I could have possibly forgotten about it, because it is so positively awesome.
On the other hand, I think I am adding Bluenotes to my favorite stores, because I was shopping at Seven Oaks (the mall beside my apartment), and I went into Bluenotes and half their stuff made me go "Ohhhhhh"...
My list of fab stores:
(Fab being I always find something I want) - Victoria's Secret - Sirens - The Gap (Almost always)
- La Senza - Metalsmiths - Randy River (Varies)
- Guess
- Bluenotes 1/28/2007 New HammieI got my new hammie yesterday, from the Petcetera on Queensborough Landing.
A blackbear one, just like my old Hammie.
My sister: "Go get someone to come." Me: "Can you go? I'll pick a hammie." My sister: "Okay here's the lady. Which one did you want?"
Cindy (Petcetera Lady): "Aww, they're all sleeping. Which one would you like me to grab for you?" Me: "The only one sleeping with it's legs in the air. He looks like it's dead. That one." Cindy: "Ohh I see him. Hahaha.." My sister: "Why would you want that one??" Me: "He stands out." Me: "He's finally stopped moving around in his box. He was madly struggling and digging around."
Sister: "We're almost home." Me: "He probably thinks that the paper box is his new home and was in denial but has given up now." Sister: "No, he probably decided that this is a nightmare, and went back to sleep." Me: "Well the box is still, so I guess he is sleeping." Sister: "Okay, we're home, help me unload the car." Me: "Sure, I'll just put Hammie inside the house fir-....." Sister: "What?" Me: "He chewed through the box." Sister: "Shit!" Me: "He's in the car! We have to find him!" Sister: "I don't have time for this!" Me: *Mad giggles* Sister: "Oh my god! Here he is! Grab him!"
Me: "Oh, hello hammie poo, aww, you are soooo cute!" Sister: "Grab him!" Hamster: *Scampers away under the seat* Sister: "I told you to grab him!!"
Me: "Oh." Sister: "Oh my god." Me: "Get me some vegetables." Sister: *Goes* Me: "Oh! Here he is!!" Sister: "Here. This is the only vegetable mom would give me." Me: "Hi Ham Poo!" *Pokes Hamster with vegetable* Hamster: *Suspicious sniff* *Sniff sniff* *Nibble nibble nibble nibble* Me: *Pulls veggie back* Hamster: *Follow - nibble - follow - nibble* Me: *Grab* Sister: Finally!
Me: "Mom, look! I got another hamster!"
Mom: "Oh, okay... what, you got ANOTHER black one??" My sister: "Okay, this is the only box I have. And put two plastic bags around it."
Me: "Okay." My sister: "Just in case. So he can't escape on your way home." Me: "Look! My new Hammie!"
Farhad: "... But he looks just like your old one." Me: "I know eh?"
Farhad: "Are you going to call him Hammie?" Me: "No, I have already thought of a name! Big Butt." Farhad: "...................Are you sure?" Me: "Or... Cwazie."
Farhad: *Laugh* Me: "Cause he's crazy! He's always struggling and digging through things and trying to escape." Farhad: "Really." Me: "And you can't say 'Crazy' you have to say 'Cwazie'." Farhad: "So his name is 'Kway-zee'?" Me: "... Or Big Butt." Farhad: "So his name is Kwayzee." Farhad: "He's gone."
Me: "What?" Farhad: "I'm serious. He's gone. He's in the car, we have to find him." Me: "Phew! Here's your new home, Cwazie."
Hamster: *Sniff, crawl* *Paws the running wheel doubtfully* Me: "You like it? =D " Hamster: *Ignore* Me: "You are so cute!" Hamster: *Starts digging in corner for escape route* Me: "Omg, his name should be Houdini."
Farhad: "... What's Houdini?" Me: "Houdini? The magician who always gets chained down and boxed in and then escapes?" Farhad: "No, that's just gay." Me: "Cwazie Houdini." 1/25/2007 Hammie
My Hammie bled. I picked him up to see his underside covered in blood, and I put him back down so I could cry properly. Hammie no bite me beecwas I wuv him.
I called my sister because the internet was down, so she could look up online some vets for me.
Then it occurred to me that if Hammie couldn’t work the water bottle, he probably didn’t have the energy to chew his food. When I gently poked Hammie with the spoon, he quickly spun to eat, and held onto it so tight as he was eating, like he was scared I would pull it away.
But I don’t WANT this Hammie to die!
1/24/2007 FoooookThings in the kitchen can be really dangerous. For example, the handle on the drawer in the fridge for vegetables. Wtf, right?
Yeah.
Also, I just don’t give a crap where the Sun is.
And if I have to face the Equinox or Wien’s Displacement Law EVER again, I will find my man Stefan, and his buddy Wien, and hurl my textbook into their faces. While saying something along the lines of, “wtF is wrong with you??”
Knowing the albedo of water bodies seem to bring joy to some people. He needs to focus more on Annie Chang’s Shutup Before I Shove My Sixty Centimetre Lab Ruler Down Your Throat Law.
That law took me about fifteen minutes to develop and will only take me ten seconds to prove.
Farhad has come to the conclusion that I have learned my lesson that I dislike doing my labs this much because I don’t go to class and have to teach myself everything through the text. Well, going to both Geo classes last week that I skipped is three hours altogether, and it only took me forty minutes to look up stuff in the book.
On the contrary, I did have to finish Lab Two without being sure if it was even due so soon, because I didn’t go to class. Oh, snap.
One down, two to go. Gosh. It is so unlike me to remember. 1/22/2007 Superstore Carts and OnionsIt's so crap when you have four quarters but the cart requires a LOONIE.
And you try to explain to the cart that it is the same thing, and you aren't trying to rip it off, but it is like "Nope, it costs a loonie deposit to use me." Stupid carts. On the other hand, we are coming out of Superstore, and as we all know there is that huge ramp that doubles on itself as the entrace of most Superstores, and Farhad is pushing the cart, and he's like "Here, stand on it, I'll push you." So I say "No, that's for kids!" But I go ahead and stand on the cart between the handle and Farhad anyway because I actually do want to be pushed around on a cart. He is pushing me down the ramp and I am going "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAA" When we pass by this older woman, she smiles at me.
Which either means, "Well that looks fun", or "What a tard."
WOW.
Onions. Dicing onions is a way of saying, "Sure, I'd like to have a sensation of where I am being stabbed in the eye with a dull knife." The burnnnnning of the eyeeees and the blinding tears and the frantic blinking and the sharp pain. I have come to a conclusion though. I can just look away. While I am dicing it.
Unfortunately that doesn't work very well, as I have a knife in my hand.
Oh, the blood.
J/k. 1/20/2007 what the HELL is wrongIn Richmond.
I am sitting on the bus today, listening to these two girls across from me talk about art and stuff.
We start getting close to No. 3 Road, and more people start getting on. I really try not to be racist, but hindus and people with turbans generally don't smell so good.
Especially when the bus is cramped and they really, like REALLY settle and get comfortable near you.
So then, fine.
Sweat, breath, and general B.O. Finally, this last guy comes over and takes the last seat around us, but when he passes by, I just freeze because this SMELL just takes over the entire back of the bus and I am like, unsure if I should hold my breath and wait for it to go away, or just take a deeper breath and hope for the best... Just when I decide to stop breathing, one of the girls across from me widens her eyes and throws the window open, and I push back a laugh, and the other girl swings her arms wildly at the open window and mimics gasping for air and vomiting at the same time. And they look at me, and I must have had an obvious expression, and the three of us burst out laughing (NOT a good thing) as after the laughter we all inhale the petrifying fume. 1/17/2007 My nervesOmg this crap internet connection from my neighbor is driving me insane!
Most of the time, if I'm skipping and at home during the day, it's fine.
But if it's at night and they are home and using the internet too, Guild Wars lags, MSN lags, Mozilla lags!!! I may be forced to get my own internet.
Besides, now I have met one of my neighbors, and she seems like a nice lady.
She is kind of old, also, and looks like the smart type to know how to use computers but not really know too much about internet. So I feel bad taking up her internet while she is probably wondering helplessly why it is slow. Maybe it is my other neighbors', but I'm in a nice building so most likely they are decent people too.
Boo.
Getting ADSL asap. 1/16/2007 My NailsI've lost half my nails since I've moved out.
They keep chipping. Maybe this is some type of sign.
"Your nails have been chipped so you may see that you are going into the dark side." No, really.
Living out is just as good/not good as living at home, except in different ways. No, I lie.
Living out is still a little better. I haven't played Guild Wars in two days. I just spent over an hour doing my Geog 101 assignment. And I am actually considering doing my Engl 206 readings.
I don't know what that means. Actually, maybe I do.
WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?? 1/14/2007 My HairI'm back in Abby!
So like, people keep making comments about my hair.
Most people think it's too long. Including my parents. Should I cut my hair? If I do, it'll be a big difference, cause it'll be at least 30 cm so I can donate it to people with cancer. But then another side of me is like...
Wtf, it's MY hair. What gives people the right to say to me "Hey, your hair is too long."
By whose standards anyway? Theirs? Well, what about mine? What about what I want? If I said "Hey, your face is too weird," are they obligated to do something to their face? It's not even a big deal, it's just hair. But it's the fact that they think they have the right to judge me. I think I sound emo now. Boo. 1/13/2007 DrowsyStill in Richmond.
I'm allergic to certain bug bites.
And when a bug I'm allergic to bites me, I get like, a rash around the bite. So my family doctor gives me these pills to take, and she's like "they'll make you sleepy though." She wasn't kidding.
I took a pill last night, and I slept for twelve hours. I was awakened by my sister and mom demanding me go downstairs for lunch, so I did.
And during lunch I took another pill, and now, less than a full hour after I got out of bed, I'm like... sleepy again. This is pretty hardcore.
1/11/2007 ASDFGHJKLI'm back in Richmond for the weekend.
I slipped last night on some ice outside my apartment last night, and it hurt a lot.
To my surprise there was this only this small blotchy red mark on my knee. So I was like "Oh, okay, no biggie."
Hmm... except it REALLY hurts when I move it. And when I accidently knelt on it, I had to shift my weight so abruptly due to the sore pain that I twisted my other ankle, so now I'm kinda problem-ated in both legs. But... it looks okay. A bit of redness. And 20 hours later, I was in the shower, and suddenly I see my knee and I'm like "WTF!" because there is this creepy dark blue web-pattern circle thing spreading over the small red blotch, making it look like my knee has been possessed by some evil thing.
Anyway, I didn't bother ice-packing it right after I fell because it really looked like nothing.
I like how my body plays with my mind. "No, I'm fine, no, don't take any precautions, no need for ice, nope, it's okay, I'm fine, really... mm hmm, yeah... AH HAAA! IN YOUR FACE! AHHAHAHAHAHA TOO LATE NOW!!!" 1/10/2007 Pickles, salad, weather, school, quantumI used to like, not care about pickles at all.
I think, about a year or so ago, I started liking them. To my quelle surprise, I made salad yesterday. To my vair tres extreme surprise, it tastes like salad. It consists of cut up carrots, potatos and cauliflower all boiled until they are soft, and then mixed up with mayo.
Yesterday it hailed and snowed, and now it is snowing again.
But I don't wanna go to school.
I keep telling that to Farhad, but to my astonishment, he has the patience and temper to deal with my whining until he successfully gets my lazy butt into his car and to school.
Which is like, alarming. I must be losing my touch. For the longest time I was wondering how people can say that they are in love.
Where is the fine line between "like" and "love"? If Quantum Physics has been any good for me so far, it would be the fact that it has finally told me "There is no such thing as love." Love is a phrase humans label unto levels of chemical attraction because they are filled with the need to control things, pretend to understand things, or if all else fails, just make up a name for it as though it is in their power and possession. Perhaps "love" is just a shorter way of saying "My level of chemical attraction to you is great, and you set off the particular chemical combination that my brain releases which brings me joy."
I mean, it does seem like it needs an abbreviation. Hmm.
Oh I get it. It IS an abbreviation!
L evel
O f V irtual E nigma caused by the making of chemical combinations released yey!
wooOooOooOooOooT!!
EDIT: So I go to school but when I get there the school is closing due to bad weather and I just come back home. I do get something out of it though, since I saw 3 car crashes and a helicopter that forced landing on the highway en route. Also, I SO have to start writing my novel again. It has been a year now.
1/8/2007 Dangerous Fruits and VegetablesMy arms hurt...
Like, the inside of my elbows... The tendons are owie.. I know exactly why. It is because of lettuce. Still stealing internet off my neighbor, who I haven't gotten the chance to meet yet.
It still works awesomely. I have called the ADSL and told them I'm gonna hold off my internet connection for a while. Thats 40$ a month. I know, I know, it's not nice. But what if he/she just has internet to like, check email once a day? It won't matter much to them, cause it won't slow down by that much over all. I have a slice of orange in my mouth, but it did not come easily. My finger tips hurt from peeling it. And my arms hurt too. Poo orange. Poo lettuce. So I was saying to Farhad, "My arms hurt." And he's like, "Where?" And I'm like "Here." And he's like "But why?" So I said "I was drying lettuce." And he looks at me for a bit, probably wondering how the hell he got himself into this conversation, and said, "Why would that hurt your arms?" And I said, "I washed them to put in a sandwich, but I didn't want the wet lettuce to make the bread soggy, so I was swinging the lettuce over the sink to swing off all the water... And after two sandwich's worth of lettuce's mad swinging, I realized my arms didn't feel so good." He laughs. And I stare at him, so he says, "Oh Annie, lettuce is hazardous to you!" I don't think I am made for the kitchen.
1/7/2007 Electric ToothbrushesSeriously, they are awesome.
Squeaky clean comes in like, no time. Good stuff. It's kinda annoying how I have to make a face so the vibrations don't make my lip numb. They are still tres awesome though. I'm pretty much unpacked, and settled.
School starts tomorrow. Vair uncool. Booooooo. At the moment I am stealing internet from my neighbor, and it works well enough to run Guild Wars without any bad lag to my notice so far, so I may call the ADSL company thing that's supposed to set up my internet and tell them to hold off my connection for a while. It's supposed to be up and running by the day after tomorrow, but if I can get it free from my neighbor, why pay?
So for the last three days I have been unpacking little by little (AKA making Farhad hang my clothes while I sort them), and reading Forging The Sword (which Nina gave me), last book in The Farsala Trilogy.
I bought book one, Fall of A Kingdom, and she, knowing I liked it, bought me book two, Rise of A Hero, and now book three, too. I was trying to read slowly, kinda, preserve, cause as with all good books, it is sad to see it end. But it didn't work. I couldn't stop reading it for long.
So it ended anyway. So I was cooking, and the food failed to taste too good. It wasn't bad, but I needed salt which I don't have.
Thus, I looked in the fridge and I cut chunks of Kraft cheese from its bar and dropped it into the pot. I doubted it at first, but then it turned out pretty yummy. And I thought of the "Stop Cooking With Cheese" commercial. It's true.
Kraft is amazing. 1/3/2007 ChiI think I am extremely calm for the fact that I'm moving first thing tomorrow morning and I still have a shit load of packing to do.
After all, I am sitting here BLOGGING, which shows how urgent the situation is.
I must just have the calm Chi, which allows me to chillax in desperate times.
The extra Chi must have been stolen from my mom, because she is losing it. We were unloading stuff from the car for me to bring to my apartment, and she's putting things into my arms. So I stand there, waiting for her to fill the box so I can carry it off, and this is what she says. All by herself. I just stood there.
I didn't even move. I had no part in this.
MOM: "And this..."
"And this..." "Do you want to bring these inside?" "Why would you want to bring them inside?" "Don't bring them inside! Just leave them out here in the garage!" "With all the sealed boxes! It makes more sense this way."
"Just leave them here!" ME: "I didn't say anything" MOM: "Well, don't bring them inside!" ME: "Fine!" Her Chi is missing.
My right hand is sore from drilling nails into the table so the table legs can go on.
On the other hand, my other hand has been sprained removing legs from another table so it may be moved around.
Along with my left shoulder, which keeps ramming into things, and my back hurts a lot when I pick stuff up.
This all accumulated within 40 minutes. Moving is if anything, dangerous.
I don't blog about my life so I can remember my life. I blog about my life so I can take a break from it. 1/1/2007 *Slap Forehead*I've been thinking about all the packing and organizing I've done lately, witht he whole moving out thing...
I was actually quite happy with myself, and under the impression that I've pretty much finished. So then my mom says "Annie, you are moving out in four days, why are you not organizing all your stuff??"
And I say exasperatedly "Mom, I'm almost done!" So then she raises her eyebrow and says "Oh really." So all defensive, I said "I've either cleaned out my computer desk, my working desk, my sleeping bedroom, my closet bedroom, my closet, and I've packed all the things I want to take."
So she's like "That's nice, but what about your dressing table?" And I'm like "Oh. Right." And she's like, "And the coffee table piled with your stuff?" And I'm like "Okayyyyy..." And she's like "And the office room with all your little drawers and belongings thrown all over the ground?" And I'm like "Sigh..." And she's like "Annie-" And I'm like "Okay! Okay! I'm not done!" And she's like "I didn't think so." So my dad gave me this big lecture talk sit-down-everyone-in-the-living-room thing, and he said how moving out is a good opportunity for me to mature my immature self.
And he said "When you move out, you can learn how to be independent. Because right now, at home, you're really... let's say... not very independent." And my mom laughs. Ha ha ha ha.
So after this I realize I still have a shitload of organizing to do before I leave.
Nina is pretending to be a good friend and coming along to Abby the day that I move.
My parents are like "Oh, that's nice."
I know she is secretly just trying to stay on top of things so in case she needs anything from me in the future she knows where I live and how to find me, and I can't pretend I don't really live there when she is pounding on the door. She is soooo evil. Maybe I can put up a cross on my door.
Then she can't cross over into my apartment. EDIT: Right. Happy 2007 or whatever.
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