- Sarcasm
- Matching colors
- Baking cookies
- Baking cake
- Baking cupcakes
- Putting my hair up in a cool bun
- Word searches
- Painting my left hand's nails
- Painting others finger and toe nails
- 18th and 19th century
- Antique shopping
- Saving up money for something I want
- Budgeting
- Being shy and awkward
- Being a klutz
- Getting lost while driving
- Making someone laugh
- Running a shift at Tim Hortons
- Pleasing people/costumers
- Doing a midnight shift at Tim Hortons
- Wrestling/play fighting
- Fitting into small areas like a fat, ninja cat
- Dodging kisses
- Making a mess on my face while eating (thus why I keep an abundance of napkins on me)
- The TV show, LOST
- The Tudor's history
- The Tudors, the show
- Taking nature pictures
- Making dogs and some cats like me
- Analyzing books
- Staying awake through a movie
- Understanding accents
Friday, October 4, 2013
1.2 Things On Which I'm an Expert by Anna Rae
1.2.1 List of Things I am an Expert In R.D.
- Convincing others to not do important things
- Half-assing a job
- Playing The Sims
- Memorizing lines from favorite movies
- Singing the same song so often I grow to hate it
- Spending too much money
- Following recopies 100%
- Folding towels
- Following/keeping up with dumb things like YouTube Channels and Teen Mom (1,2,&3)
- Scaring/intimidating people
- Drinking (excluding Tequila)
- Remembering somewhat pointless things
- Being obsessed with TV shows
- Scrap booking (when I have ambition)
- Procrastinating
- Wooing authority figures
- Impressing adults
- Supporting myself
- Typing Chapter 7 Bankruptcy petitions
- Typing
- Playing w/dogs
- Getting cats to come to me
- Getting overly emotional about boys
- Asking others for help
- Being pitiful
- Organizing/storing tons of shit in a small space
- Ranting
- Talking very fast
- Making people feel uncomfortable
- Quoting things
- Playing a mother in theater productions
- Being very serious
- Being disapproving
- Judging people
- Wanting what I can't have
- Facebook stalking
- Tumbling (reblogging)
- Being jealous of other people's talents
- Buying movies
- Disappointing people
Thursday, October 3, 2013
1.1.14 Titles of Things I'll Never Write R.D.
Wizards of Silver
Fallen Fight
Woman of Ice
Wizard of Voyage
Hidden Princess
The Each Dragon
Soaring in the Moon
The Everlasting Sleep
History is Also Personal, You Know?
Introduction to Paganism
Intro to Vegan-ism
Intro to Vegetarianism
How to be a Good Christian
Biography of _____________
The Real Story About My Dad
How My Parents Parented
Don't Be Like Your Crazy Mother
The Cure to Procrastination
How to Choose Your Tattoo
Pluto's Quest
Happily Ever After
How to be Cool
How to Impress Boys
Outgrowing Barbies: A Guide Through Puberty
Fallen Fight
Woman of Ice
Wizard of Voyage
Hidden Princess
The Each Dragon
Soaring in the Moon
The Everlasting Sleep
History is Also Personal, You Know?
Introduction to Paganism
Intro to Vegan-ism
Intro to Vegetarianism
How to be a Good Christian
Biography of _____________
The Real Story About My Dad
How My Parents Parented
Don't Be Like Your Crazy Mother
The Cure to Procrastination
How to Choose Your Tattoo
Pluto's Quest
Happily Ever After
How to be Cool
How to Impress Boys
Outgrowing Barbies: A Guide Through Puberty
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
1.1.13 Poem R.D.
Every once in a while
When I least expect it
I catch a whiff
Of that $70 cologne you wore
All the time when we first met
And it reminds me
Of the first time you called me
And your mom was tipsy
And singing
And I couldn't wait to meet her.
And it reminds me
Of the first time
You surprised me
By being at my friend's house
When I went there after work
And it reminds me
Of the first time you bought me flowers
And laid rose petals on the floor
And it reminds me
Of your first Valentine's Day gift to me
A single rose
And a dinner of gnocchi
And it almost makes me miss you
And it almost makes me lonely
Until I remember
How lonely I was when we were together
And how backsliding
Wouldn't do me any god
Because I'd come home to
A messy apartment
And leftovers
And the electronics left on
And the laundry washed, dried, but not folded
And kids toys left about
So lonely by my own choice is better
Than expecting someone home at night
And the constant disappointment
When they say, "One more hour.
"One more.
"Seriously, just one more hour."
And then complain because
"You fell asleep with the TV on again
"So why do you complain about the electric bill?"
Being home alone at night
After days of having friends over
Feels alright
I'm trying to find my sweet spot
My happy medium
Between being alone and being lonely
And I think I've almost got it
Finally
And I don't miss you.
When I least expect it
I catch a whiff
Of that $70 cologne you wore
All the time when we first met
And it reminds me
Of the first time you called me
And your mom was tipsy
And singing
And I couldn't wait to meet her.
And it reminds me
Of the first time
You surprised me
By being at my friend's house
When I went there after work
And it reminds me
Of the first time you bought me flowers
And laid rose petals on the floor
And it reminds me
Of your first Valentine's Day gift to me
A single rose
And a dinner of gnocchi
And it almost makes me miss you
And it almost makes me lonely
Until I remember
How lonely I was when we were together
And how backsliding
Wouldn't do me any god
Because I'd come home to
A messy apartment
And leftovers
And the electronics left on
And the laundry washed, dried, but not folded
And kids toys left about
So lonely by my own choice is better
Than expecting someone home at night
And the constant disappointment
When they say, "One more hour.
"One more.
"Seriously, just one more hour."
And then complain because
"You fell asleep with the TV on again
"So why do you complain about the electric bill?"
Being home alone at night
After days of having friends over
Feels alright
I'm trying to find my sweet spot
My happy medium
Between being alone and being lonely
And I think I've almost got it
Finally
And I don't miss you.
1.1 Titles of Things I'm Never Going to Write by Anna Rae
- The Ostrich
- The Tray Passer
- The Chair Meets the Wall
- Hell, Gravity!
- The Cell Phone Bandit
- Lucky Number 21
- Face Meet Floor
- Don't Call Me
- Loser Kid Series
- Behind Closed Closets
- Behind the Mask of a Random Kid
- Mary to Pam Saga
- Everything You Need to Know About History
- The Truth Behind the Infamous
- Revenge of the Fatty
- The Journey of a Fat Kid
- Poor to Rich: 1 Easy Step
1.1 Poems by Anna Rae
A windy night
A windy night
Fright fills the night air.
A joyous laugh
A joyous laugh
Rings in the night air.
Come sing with us,
Come dance with us,
We children of the night.
A masquerade
A masquerade
Hide your face for the night.
A windy night
A windy night
Enjoy the crisp and cool air.
Come sing with us,
Come dance with us
On this dark and lovely Halloween night.
A windy night
Fright fills the night air.
A joyous laugh
A joyous laugh
Rings in the night air.
Come sing with us,
Come dance with us,
We children of the night.
A masquerade
A masquerade
Hide your face for the night.
A windy night
A windy night
Enjoy the crisp and cool air.
Come sing with us,
Come dance with us
On this dark and lovely Halloween night.
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
1.1.12 Dream R.D.
I find it kind of frustrating how easily our dreams can change. When I was a young kid in elementary school all I wanted was to be around animals. I didn't care about the context. My mom joked about me being a crazy cat lady/farm hand/vet. Then later on the dream became to be a cop - any rank. But eventually I dreamed of being detective. The second highest rank in criminal justice.
"Why not captain?"
"Why be captain when you can be a detective?"
Then some told me how and why that was a terrible fit - and besides my mother hated it. So I deterred myself to the paperwork: court recorder, judge's secretary, paralegal. Then the dream became just to be involved in criminal law. All the excitement but none of the risk. Then I met a boy who had a child and suddenly all I wanted was to be a mom - which I had never factored into any of the previous options. Being the best step-parent I could be became my driving force. I even looked into the requirements to be a professional nanny. Which ended up not falling into "dream job" category, even though I think I'd do well at it. Now, though, I don't know what my dream is. I don't stay up late at night thinking about things like that anymore. I'm twenty years old and all I dream about is making due. Don't step on any toes, and just keep quiet, and don't get overly ambitious. I don't know how to fix it. Even my dream of going to New York has lost it's gleam. Unless it's handed to me. I don't want to work towards something just to have the opportunity taken away from me. I am so scared of losing my balance, or my grip, that I don't even really dream anymore - and that frightens me, it really, truly does.
"Why not captain?"
"Why be captain when you can be a detective?"
Then some told me how and why that was a terrible fit - and besides my mother hated it. So I deterred myself to the paperwork: court recorder, judge's secretary, paralegal. Then the dream became just to be involved in criminal law. All the excitement but none of the risk. Then I met a boy who had a child and suddenly all I wanted was to be a mom - which I had never factored into any of the previous options. Being the best step-parent I could be became my driving force. I even looked into the requirements to be a professional nanny. Which ended up not falling into "dream job" category, even though I think I'd do well at it. Now, though, I don't know what my dream is. I don't stay up late at night thinking about things like that anymore. I'm twenty years old and all I dream about is making due. Don't step on any toes, and just keep quiet, and don't get overly ambitious. I don't know how to fix it. Even my dream of going to New York has lost it's gleam. Unless it's handed to me. I don't want to work towards something just to have the opportunity taken away from me. I am so scared of losing my balance, or my grip, that I don't even really dream anymore - and that frightens me, it really, truly does.
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