The other day when I was at home in Richmond, my sister fell coming out of the front door path.
I was like, "!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!....hahaha..."
So then later that night, I was taking the garbage out, and on my way back in, on the front door path, I fell.

I didn't feel any pain, but I spent the next five minutes in crazy giggles because it was funny.
The front door path was like, cursed.

Okay, so I bled a little, and my sister put a band aid on my knee for me.

Really, the boo boo would have only taken a few days to heal.

But what happens, is... I'm allergic to patches, sticky things, etc.
So I have a square shaped allgeric reaction blotch on my knee around the boo boo.
A red square on my knee. Hmm.

Anyway, it's developed into these blisters, the same kind that was on my hand three years ago and freaked my family doctor out...
I feel a bit like a farm.

Square, and growing blisters.

 

Since I've moved to Abby, my wardrobe has expanded.

It is obvious as my hangers are running out, even though I've brought more hangers over. Twice.

 

This is a problem as I am moving back to Richmond.

No more walk-in closet.
Oh, shyt.

 

Even nowadays when I am bored, I still want to go shopping.

I try to persuade myself to not shop, and scold, "Bad, Annie, bad."
But it doesn't work.

Except as of the day before yesterday, I have found good excuses.
I need flat non-runners shoes, and sunglasses.

 

Also, I am still looking for that perfect ring.
White gold, unique, perhaps a hint of pink sapphire, something intricate yet somewhat simple.

 

Yeah really.

 

 

 

So Spiderman 3 totally sucked.
It was so corny and lame that I felt much better about the awesome-book-to-crap-movie morph of Eragon.
The only acceptable parts of Spiderman 3 were the action scenes where we didn't have to hear any stupid lines.

And maybe the last ten minutes where everyone was dying and the explaination of Peter's uncle's death was explained.
But even then... I duno.

Anyway, it was a waste of time.

 

 

I went to Petcetera.
I wanted to buy another pet so bad, I decided within the first five minutes that I will get a fish.
And then I remembered Eva's horror when I took her fish out of the tank to pet it.
I guess I don't want a pet I can't play with.

So despite myself, I went to pet the kittens and cats. For about an hour.

And the girl who worked there kept passing by and smiling.

 

I'm not allowed to have a cat or dog, by the way.
Because I'm moving back home, and my dad is allergic, and my mom won't let me.

My dad is already very offended by my hamster.

I took my Hammie to Garry Point once with my mom and dad.
I put Hammie down on a rock near the water, and while he was looking over the edge of the rock into the water, my dad chanted "jump, jump, jump..."

 

So instead of buying a cat, I came home and went online to buy some Victoria's Secret stuff.

 

 

 

What can I say?
She is pretty, sexy, and cute.

Girls adore her, guys want her, etc., etc.

 

 

However, if a guy says "Jessica Alba is so hot," his girlfriend will say "yeah, she's pretty."

 

But if a girl says, "Beckham is cute", or "Justin Timberlake is sweet", her boyfriend will say, "What the hell, are you serious? He's so gay!"

 

Why is that girls can appreciate, even if it includes envy, other girls, but guys don't compliment, or even accept the qualities other guys?

 

 

 

Fingers shaking, as grenades are airborne,

Should I take someone’s life to save my own?

Grasping the rifle as I had been trained,

Bodies falling, all life drained.

Crawling through sand, silence I hear,

Though what my eyes see make me shake in fear.

The silver cross that swung loosely,
My baby daughter had fastened for me.

Hot on my neck, a distant embrace,

With death I compete, with bullets I race.

And again I wonder, why I am here,

What did I do, do deserve this frontier?

Who’d I offend, who’d I disgrace,

To have all these bombs explode in my face?

 

I hold nothing against the man who fires at me,

Except for my son who I long to see.

As I ram my rifle against his snout,

And the back of his head to knock him out,

A plastic wrapped paper fell to the ground,

It was his family portrait that I had found.

I imagine that had there been no war,

His daughter and mine could have befriended for sure.

My comrade shot the fainted man in the head,

“So he can’t come back to kill us,” was what he said.

In shock I turn and look away,

To see the corpse of my buddy in the doorway.

I can’t stop the tears; I’m so worn down,

The cruelty of war is so profound.

 

I gather myself, in time to “Move out!”

But my heart was still crying, as we scouted about.

My half-hearted glance caught moving shadows,

And I brought up my arm to fend off the blows.
The attacking man’s face was distorted in rage,

He fumbled and lost his knife upon engage.

I heard familiar voices, shouting alarm,

But there were three men chasing as I ran from harm.

One leapt and grabbed my ankle, and pulled,

The two other caught up and my thrashing was nulled.

I heard a gunshot, and one attacker fell limp,

But the blonde-haired man pulled his knife on me, kempt.
I knew it was too late even as I rebelled,

As I lost sight of the world in the knife that he held.

 

 

 

My new Hammie falls asleep in my hand.
I picked him up today and he did it again.

He was sleeping, and I poked him awake and picked him up.
He glanced at me, sniffed around, and then slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Like, "...ZzzzzzzzzHUH? Whatzz goingzz on...? Oh... itzz her againzz...Zzz...shezz zo annoyzingzz... ZzzzzzZzzzz.."

 

And I'm like ".... ooookayyyy...."
So I hold him for a few minutes, cause he was too cute to put down, and then I get mad giggles because he is SO lazy.
And then my giggles eventually shook him awake with little tremors, and he's like... "....What? Where am I?"

 

So I put him back and he just goes right back to bed, until I start filling his food bowl, at which point he turns around and quickly stuffs a few seeds into his pouch before heading back to sleep.

 

 

 

 

 

So I had a naughty dream about Justin Timberlake.

He was a soft kisser.

Rawr.

 

 

Watching a lot of the TV series Friends lately.

Jennifer Aniston is the prettiest thing ever. Brad Pitt is dumb.
Anyway, Phoebe’s younger brother, Frank, is somewhat my type of guy.

This is obvious in the two episodes where everyone is trying to break him and his teacher up.

He’s got the honest, intense personality, but he’s also funny and sweet.
I know it sounds so basic, but it’s the right balance and mix that is so awesome.


Sandwiches hurt me.

A lot.
When I bite down, the crust scrapes the inside of my gums under my bottom front teeth.
By the time I’m done the sandwich, I’m missing bits of skin.

I guess there are two ways to solve this.
1) Tear the pieces, instead of biting down.
2) Cut off the crust.

3) Grow skin faster. Get hardcore healing powers like Wolverine.

 

So, I finally watched X-Men 3.
Sooo good.

Jean was really scaring me though.

Her makeup was done so awesomely, her face looked so scary!
But she was so cool!   XD

And God, Iceman is still the cutest thing ever.

Rawr.

 

 

 

 

 

So I lost my hamster...
It dug into the grass, and under the cement floor in the backyard.
Lost.

 

The next day we found tiny holes all over the grass in the backyard, but that was all.
I think he's gone to my neighbor's yards now.

 

My mom took me to buy another hamster.
Another black bear.
But... I don't know... the one that I lost was one of my favorite hamsters... it was so friendly and polite.
When I let him loose, he never chews on anything... he just sniff everything in a curious manner and runs around discovering...

This new hamster... well, maybe he's just still nervous, but he's pretty boring, and when I let him run around, he started chewing and pulling up the carpet...
Sigh.
And then I imagine the lost Hammie running outdoors, hungry and cold and wet from the mud and rain...
Stupid birds probably trying to eat him.
Poor Hammie...

I wuved him  ><

I set up a hamster trap thingie in the yard, it's a bunch of magazines making a step up to a bucket with food in it.
Supposedly that works... if you lost your hamster indoors.
However, my Hammie may be hanging around a different yard now.

On another crap note, I have to move home, to Richmond.
Boo.
The Abbotsford apartment is so awesome.

Whatever, life sucks anyway.


I haven't played Guild Wars for a week now.
I don't know what this means.

 

 

 

I was reading this book about a girl who went through an accident, became retarded and ended up with the intelligence of a child.

She had to start learning talking and getting dressed all over again, and her family would bribe and reward her with candy.

 

So I was like "lol, that's cute."

And THEN, I realized something.

 

WAIT A SECOND.

That method works on ME.

Except I dont have a legit excuse because I'm NOT retarded.

 

... To my knowledge.

 

 

 

Anyway, there's this candy that comes in a metal box, and it's like, a really old brand that was around from WWII.

It's so yummy.

And the metal cap is hard to get off unless you have a coin or something and you wedge it open and its sooo fun.
It's like, treasure that's like, hard to get to or something.

Yummy!

 

 

So my sister and I were playing Boxing on the Wii.
She grabs the left hand control, and I grab the right hand control.
We swing madly to hit the guy on the screen.
Our controls smash together, with my finger in between.

I scream.
She laughs.

I whimper in pain, and my sister forces my finger into cold water.

It hurts even more, and I pull away, and she cruely seizes my hand, holds my finger down in place while tears swim in my eyes.

 

The Wii is evil.