Squashed Squeedle

Must.... get.... organized!

2008-10-30T00:46:06Z

...but looking at the sheer amount of work surrounding me is enough to send me into hiding on the only clear surface in my room - my mattress. Which, by the by, takes up between twenty-five and thirty percent of my room. Ugh... it's just such a hassle to truck stuff (think dirty dishes, trash, dirty clothes in need of laundering) up and down my painful and perilous ladder. Does anyone else get into that vicious "must clean-OH THE HORROR MUST HIDE AND ALLOW MESS TO BUILD UP FURTHER" cycle?

I just did a silly (but free) workout video, so I'm feeling pumped! LET'S CLEAN!

...pray for me o.o

Hrm.

2008-09-28T10:10:02Z

I have lately taken to stalking stranger's journals and shortly have realized that I do indeed have one myself. It is now my incredibly short-term goal to become as interesting as possible so as to merit stalking myself.

That and GADDAM INSOMNIA.

Sun rises in forty-one minutes!

Oh my gosh!

2006-12-11T02:21:12Z

Hey, I'm not dead!

Sorry that I never post.

Or call.

Or contact any of you in any way, shape or form.

Okay, so here's the deal: I went to college, found out that the honors program is a TON of work, adjusted to living in a dorm and buying my own toilet paper and art supplies and getting along with my drunken roommates, got a boyfriend ( ♥ ), and got sick for two months- all of which proved to be too much and culminated in a nasty bacterial infection that got tired of being ignored and forced me to stop DOING so much. I am currently vegetating at home on painkillers and antibiotics... knitting. I HAVE CABIN FEVER.

I know this is no excuse for not even dropping an email, it's more... I dunno, me making pathetic excuses for my air-headedness. I really do miss you guys, I mean, I talk about you all the time and I did see some of you this weekend... DON'T HATE MEEEEE!

Oh yeah, what do ya'll want for Christmas? I get off the 18th or 19th and I'm home 'till the 26th, then back home again the 3rd. And then gone again the 9th.

Feel free to give me a call! Er, on the house phone, my cell is dead. Except Tuesday it'll be charged again.

And I might be asleep.

Call me anyway!

Phone

2006-09-14T22:34:21Z

My phone is currently out of comission, so if you called me... I don't know about it! :(

GONEDEDED!

2006-07-31T01:04:48Z

I'm leaving tomorrow morning for Camp Cherokee for four days, then leaving again on the sixth or seventh for Canada. I won't be back after that until the 21st, and I shall be rather busy with college and other stuff. Just for the info!

Books I need to write.

2006-07-01T04:53:23Z

Bananas: Being Immature and Rotten at the Same Time.

How to Achieve Frostbite in July.

The Drawbacks of Portable Ceramic Chimneys.

Never Drink Volt While Road Tripping.

Someone write a book with me! It can be about anything, as long as it sounds interesting. And I seriously did get frostbite today. I think.

Feminist essays and ways to see

2006-06-22T05:13:14Z

I am going to lovelovelove art school.

<td>"Ways of Seeing - John Berger" ...this has been at the cost of a woman's self being split into two. A woman must continually watch herself. She is almost continually accompanied by her own image of herself. Whilst she is walking across a room or whilst she is weeping at the death of her father, she can scarcely avoid envisaging herself walking or weeping. From earliest childhood she has been taught and persuaded to survey herself continually. And so she comes to consider the surveyor and the surveyed within her as the two constituent yet always distinct elements of her identity as a woman. She has to survey everything she is and everything she does because how she appears to others, and ultimately how she appears to men, is of crucial importance for what is normally thought of as the success of her life. Her own sense of being in herself is supplanted by a sense of being appreciated as herself in another. </td>

I can identify so closely with this essay. Does anyone else feel like this hits the nail on the head? Cat, you're reading it when I'm done.

I'm a love letter away!

2006-06-17T23:13:24Z

Oh man, man oh man alive. No one's ever around at my house. I'm going through people withdrawal. I mean, I want to get out of Tillson! Maybe I'll jack my sister's car and drive licenseless. Ooo, fun.

It's warm, and I'm glad my name's not Elphaba. Or Aelphaba, for that matter.

Graduation... never mind, not thinking about that. But ooo, college! I can't wait! :D

Warm Fuzzy Gets Cold Pricklies

2006-05-19T19:43:19Z

I feel so happy, I gave blood today! And I got stuck with four sharp pointy things. I love sharp pointy things. Oh, Cr. Hirdt, how I love the irony of your name...

Anywho-hah, life is good. I dread, yet cannot wait for graduation. Not wait, I meant Graduation with a capital "G." Speaking of G, I ought to get to work on my AP Art projects. Yoinks!

I have this feeling I'm forgetting something, but I can't remember what. Graah!

Snuggly

2006-05-12T01:27:51Z

I like feeling snuggly!

I took a REALLY long walk today! I found a bunch of dead Annas in the graveyard. Quite interesting.

I'm legal!

Jojo: I'm going to stop procrastinating and go clean my room even though I should be writing an essay right now. Proud? :D

anniesqueedle @ 2006-05-08T21:15:00

2006-05-09T01:24:47Z

The 1st player of this "game" starts with the topic "6 weird habits/things about yourself" and people who get tagged need to write a journal about their 6 weird habits/things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their comments and tell them to read yours....

Ok, so here goes

1)I chew on myself because... I'm chewy!

2)My full name (according to Becca) is Annie Lea Rankin Czaplicki Klepeis.

3)I dream in color, smell, and pain.

4)I hate getting compliments, but they still kind of make me feel fuzzy inside. I do love spreading the fuzzies, however.

5)I hope that if I die tomorrow, someone I don't know will find my sketch and poem diaries and make up an imaginary friend based on me.

6)My arms are always about three times as tan as my legs because I never really wear shorts.

I tag everyone who tagged me. So there. And everyone else who's had the misfortune to read this far! :D

Swee-ooh!

2006-04-11T00:50:07Z

I found an axe in the woods, and today Alix allowed me to transport it to my house in her car because I'd look really odd carrying an axe past the policeman in Tillson. Yeah! I like it.

Smergh, I'm gonna be so bored this break. But I had fun today! Alix, Catherine, me, and Sean (alphabetical order, baby!) went to New Paltz and got a loverly visit from Jojo in the park!

And Sean fell in the creek.

And Alix and I slipped and got our legs soggy.

And Catherine got the very bottom of her shoes wet.

(In order of severity, baby, yeah!)

After debates on bog-boyfriends, lumpy back pockets and waffle fries, I've decided I love my friends.

Today was F-U-N!

2006-03-29T01:08:42Z

Top whatever number of reasons today rocked:

Salsa.
The Offspring.
Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.
Star-Spinning.

I learned (courtesy Sarah) that I am a sucky driver for no real reason whatsoever, and that it doesn't really matter if you follow the music or the steps, as long as you throw in a few disco moves (courtesy Raphael).

And that "Steve-O" is an annoying stalker. Whatever that means.

The Weirdest Day Yet-ver

2006-03-28T02:16:36Z

Today was weird. I've decided to date... never.

But you knew that.

Anyway, I got told that I'd be fun to rape (NOT funny!) today, AND I was asked out by a forty-to-fifty-ish deli guy at work. In bad Spanglish. Yeah, totally never dating anyone.

Except your mom!

I have a zit! On my chin. Make it go away! I shall compare thee to a summer's badger. Oh badger, please get off my face. For I much loathe thy presence. Thou art more tingly and less lovable. Than a badger. Yeah, I'll stop.

I had a Lunchable for the first time in years. Teehee.

I have so many ideas for stories in my head! Yay, I can't wait to get the plots on paper! Weaving a story is a lovely past time.

Pass time.

SHWAAA.

So, your mom. The end!

I wish I WERE an Oscar Mayer weiner.

2006-03-24T01:58:36Z

It's grammatically correct, and that bothers me.

Anyway, I got a job if you don't already know! Visit me and/or Jojo at the newly reopened Rosendale Supermarket! Because we're worth it.

Ugh, I wish I could tell someone what I'm feeling. I wish I knew what I was feeling! I hate being a teenager and having hormones.

I like water.

Save us all.

2006-02-23T23:47:31Z

"Annie, go to lemonizer.com/banana . Now."

"Ooookay."

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring...

"..."

"It's catchy, isn't it?"

My father has just discovered the wonders of Bananaphone.

I'm a loser! =D

2006-02-22T22:51:29Z

Do I honestly care enough about said loser status to do anything about it? Survey says, no. That makes me a WINNER! Yay!

Dewd, I cannot wait for Canada and that Christian music festival and GRADUATION and college and learning how to cook cheap meals in five minutes and then giving up and making "the whatever's-in-the-fridge special" and graaaaaaduating and freedom and did I mention graduation? Man oh man alive, I've got senioritis SO bad. Anyone wanna skip school with me and travel to, like, I don't know... Jersey with me? We can take pictures of seagulls, then leave.

I've gotta get outta here!

I'm going cabincrazied. I want to hang out with my buds. Most of my buds are far away. Maybe I'll go bother Joanna... see if she wants to play with duct tape or make something fun.

I feel like I've changed in the last few months.

My headache's gone! Yay!

I'm IN, baby!

2006-02-11T02:22:53Z

I got accepted to my first and second choice schools! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! AND they're not making me take English the first semester 'cause the SAT says I'm smurt! (I knew that wisdom tooth would come in handy!) Friggin' rock on! I'll be able to concentrate soley on art and/or certain electives! Oh my gosh, I'm so happy.

Cue senioritis.

So, who's goin' to the Love Fest tomorrow?

And the cat's scratching Johnny on the cheek!

2006-01-06T02:11:40Z

I should so move to Wales. Or England. Ooo, or bonny, bonny Ireland! I've been struck with the urge to get out of America before it explodes. =X Maybe I'll finish art school first. Who wants to go to Europe with me? Maybe if I drag someone along who's multi-lingual, I won't get lost in France or Spain or somewhere.

I'm cleaning my room to make space for a hammock. Now, if only I could find those ceiling joists...

I had a bad day today.

2005-12-20T02:28:17Z

We're all entitled to bad days, no?

I express myself through scribblecomic.

Guys are perverts.

Merry Christ-mas!

2005-12-13T22:59:17Z

Guess what?

I wore a skirt today!

And I'm in a mood swing-- doncha love T.O.M.? He's my least favorite person. At least it's an upswing.

DANGIT, I had something important to say and I forgot it! Um, let's see. Ankles froze, Jojo drove, homeroom was a ball... BALL! Christmas Ball! I have a dress and I'm sexy in it! Um, not that's not it. Um...

Um, my therapist is a self righteous bitch?

(Happy Funtime Therapy Transcript Joy Now!!!1!!!!!)

"Yeah, Sara's still angry about your Mom not coming to graduation."

"Er, no. She's not, we talked about it, and Mom and Sara talked about it, they sorted that out months ago."

(skeptical hiss between teeth) "No, no, she's still mad about it."

"Um, I totally talked to her about it."

"She's still carrying that emotional baggage."

"..."

"...I think she hasn't let go of that yet."

"...When, exactly, did you talk to her last?"

"Um, well, it was just afterwards. Just after your mom didn't make it."

"And you haven't talked to her since?"

"...No. But I'm sure she's still mad."

"......................ri-i-ight."

(End of therapy transcript/paraphrasing)

Ugh. I was SO trying not to leave, or punch her, or both in reverse order. Can you get sued for punching a therapist?

Ever gotten a compliment that barely veiled jealousy? Yowch.

What was I thinking of? Someone tell me.

Ho, hum, dilly dilly dum dum.

2005-12-11T01:49:21Z

I know something YOU don't know... Ahahaha!

Doesn't it suck when you go out shopping for someone, and you see the perfect presents for EVERYONE ELSE on your list, and nothing for them? Argh! I hate/love/have platonic feelings for Christmas shopping.

My wisdom tooth is coming in! Finally! Now I'll be SMURT!

Schnooooodles!

2005-11-29T02:04:47Z

I love strawzel-berries. And I'm procrastinating. Anybody else stressed about college? ^^;

NRRRRRGH

2005-11-15T03:24:34Z

I've sprouted a new respect for flood victims everywhere.

Especially since my basement (and my room, coincidentally) has flooded about a gazillion times in the past couple of weeks.

'Kay, so the plumbers fixed it. Life was loverly. It was loverly, at least until it broke FIVE MINUTES AGO and dumped my shower water (and other things I try not to think about) all over the basement floor and partially (my clothes soaked a bit of it up) into my room. Last week, it was the WHOLE room that got flooded with ew. I'm sick of this! I'm sick of soggy socks! I'm sick of stinky mildew and mold in places I can't reach. I'm SICK to death of water! I swear, I'm never stepping foot inside that damned shower again.

Hyperbole there, folks.

Sigh. Sorry. I just hope my room stops being damp. And smelly. Wah.

SHMEEEEERGH!

G'night. ♥

Omg I've crossed back over the line

2005-11-10T02:41:56Z

Maybe if I brush my hair right, ya'll won't notice I've gained like ten pounds in about a week.

And I'm zitty.

AUUUUUGH I've got to lose the weight! It's my own fault, though. I knew what I was doing.

Know what? I can do this.

I can.

EDIT:

Oh my GOSH, I'm so relieved.

Okay, it took an hour or so of freaking out, but I realized I had one little flaw in my theory: My clothes have not gotten any smaller. Hmm. So I bring it up with my dad: "Um, I thought you were losing weight." My goodness, sometimes I remember why we haven't killed each other yet. And it turns out that I weigh a hundred pounds less than a few minutes ago. My dad weighs eighty-five pounds. Heeheehee. Stupid scales.

Silly, isn't it, how a little thing like a scale can affect your self-perception?

I'm going to stop using them.

There you have it: My little fat drama.

Teehee.