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

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.

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.

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 was destined to be a lazy kid.

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.

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.

Schockingly

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

Oh the things I could do....

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

Another fun fact about Anne:

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.