Things that I have been addicted to:
eggs
rollerblading
justin farina
exercise
icq
maury
sex
banjo kazooie
save the last dance
porn
showering
bitting my fingernails
reading blogs
listening to Dave, Dashboard, Ben, and David
The Fifith Element
clipping my toenails
studying late at the eng building
losing weight
slapping asses
wearing fleece pants

Today at work I ate more sweets than I have in the past two months. I have lost all self control. Mothers lock up your sons because I don't take no for an answer!

I did it again. I can't help it, I'm an addict. On the way to Sarnia yesterday I picked up a hitchhiker. Actually, I picked up two hitchhikers. Two mid-twenty year old guys who tried to get to london, didn't make it so decided to go back home. Their bodies were littered with tatoos. They were both fairly short and of medium build. I thought that if anything were to happen I would stand a slight chance in defending myself. I greeted them with a nice friendly "Hi, you better not rape or rob or kill me because my mom would have a fit." They laughed nervously, maybe I was a bit forward. They began telling me about their life situations and why they were hitchhiking. I made friendly conversation, but in all seriousness I didn't care. They were heading for Wiltshire and since I was going to Two Amigos they just got out there. So I then entered the bar to put up with constant harassment about my pubic hair and the fact that I have breasts when the two hitchhikers should up at the bar! Honestly. One of my friends thought that they wanted more than a car ride from me. Maybe I just seemed like a nice person. Odd.

I just listened to a bunch of John Mayer. I don't like it. I mean, it's okay but I wouldn't prefer it over my other favourites. Huge dissappointment considering my friends speak so highly of him. I can only handle so much sappy music, it's too mello.

Today, the drive home was so hot. I couldn't wait to get home and jump into my pool. I was racing down lakeshore trying to escape the heat when I passed a hitchhiker. Everytime I pass one I think about picking him/her up. Well, today on my way home I drove passed a hitchhiker and picked him up. I know you all think I'm crazy but this wasn't just any hitchhiker. I knew this person. In fact, I've known this person since I was three years old and hated them since I was five. Even under these circumstances I felt sorry for Jonathon walking home in the blazing heat and decided to pick him up. Even though Jonathon Waugh and I have never been friends, nor do I expect that we ever will be, he needed a ride and I had one.

Recently a friend of mine was complaining on how no one ever comments on his serious blogs. No one wants to voice an opinion on an issue. Why? because no one wants to be judged. Currently so many people read the pages. In fact, I was at soccer last night and was approached by a teammate telling me on how she read my blogs. It's embarrassing. These tidbits of myself that I post on the internet are not for everyone's eyes. Originally, a year and half ago, when I started blogging it was between myself and a freind from camp. We shared opinions and emotions that we experienced.
Six months later, a couple curious writers joined the ranks. This was okay. These two people were people I knew, they resepected my individualism and were curious to see what I had to offer them.
When we all left for school more pages seemed to pop up. Their content being less serious, more conversation orientated. It was just a way to keep in touch. This was okay because the 'bloggers' were all friends of mine that I had known previously.
Later in the year more pages sprang up, some only for a few posts, blogging isn't for everyone. Frankly, there are people that I knew little to none about and was excited to discover what they were willing to reveal. Although others were lost, thought that it would be neat, those I don't care for. I'm not saying they shouldn't be blogging, you can do whatever you want. I just don't read them thats all. But these people tell their friends, through links they find my page.
I should be able to choose who I reveal myself to. I don't want random people that had gr 10 phys-ed with me reading up on how I look at life. Check it out for yourself, the content of my blogs have gotten continuously impersonal and infrequent. Eventhough they reveal almost nothing about myself I still don't like other people reading them. Not all people though. Just the judgemental ones. The people that develop negative perceptions of me because I publicize my thoughts.

Blogging was fun when it was a community full off open-minded people frusterated with their surroundings, looking for something new. Now it's almost a substitude for the 'colour cartoons' for some people.

The ladies at work have been bugging me about strawberries, wondering when we were going to have them. For about a week now I've noticed that we haven't had any. At first I just assumed it's a late season because of the cold spring. No, this is not the case. This morning I decided to venture out into the strawberry patch. There are tons of strawberries. What is even more interesting, is the number of strawberry rines (green tops) all over the garden. Thanks Dad, thanks for sharing. Let me tell you, I got my fair share this morning, plus some. I may have a slight stomach ache now, but they feel so good going down, they always do.

"What is it with guys and breasts? Why are they so facinated with them?"

Oh I understand why. I think that girls say these things just to draw attention to their chest. I, on the other hand, say nothing because I know that sort of attention doesn't need to be induced.

Sometimes I feel like an egg shell, and all others like a yolk. Personally I would prefer not to feel like an egg at all.

grannie panties? come on!

I came home from school dissapointed. I had thought that I didn't change when I went to school. Although I am confident in the person that I am, I was still dissapointed. Recently I discovered that this is not true at all. I have change very much for the better in the past year. I am much more open minded to meeting new people and I don't judge. I give people second chances, even when they don't ask for them. I befriend people regardless of others opinion of them. I don't care if my best friend hates you, or if you're entire highschool thinks you smell like doggy doo doo, I'll get to know you. But in the same way, I don't care if everyone loves you or if you've been blessed by the Pope, if you piss me off I don't give you the time of day. I make my own decisions based on my own observations.
There are times that I will take someone's history into consideration. Be cautious and look for hurtful personality traits. For example, if I hear you're a rapist I'll be cautious while around you, maybe even to the point that I won't talk to you, but that would be purely for my own protection.

I was bored and actually checked my tracker today to find that my site is referred on a large variety of content. There are the referrals that I was not surprised to see, such as
anna banana
innocent girl
where the road ends
But then there are the referrals that I would expect to see on Bill's site, such as
"punched in the tit"
www.everyone@follow me
how to make a freind fat
poo phonesex
Seriously? who, besides Bill, looks up this shit?

Today I picked my brother up after work. I like to have power and always drive when I'm in the car with him eventhough he's had his licence for almost a year. I was so exhausted from last night, which ended up being suprisingly satisfying, I allowed him to drive home. Now, you have to understand the circumstances. My brother has hit more curbs and stationary object than any other beginner driver I know of, including myself. Also, the tires on the K-car are completely bald. I am not exagerating, there is no tread on the tires. Needless to say Johnny took some pretty sharp corner and almost made me wet myself on numerous occasions on the ride home. Although I kept cool and pretended to be dozing off the whole ride home I couldn't help but think about what it would be like to lose my brother. It would be tragic. It would be tragic for me to lose any of my family members. I have been through some rocky roads recently and thought that my life was at an all-time low. This isn't true. Dealing with death would be far more difficault.

I got so much sun today! (not too much) New freckles are appearing everywhere! This is quite the accomplishment for me. The past year I was comparing my skin tone to that of master-computer geek Aaron Wilson. Not anymore! MULTIPLY FRECKLES! MULTIPLY!

I had a great time last night. I woke up this morning and reminded myself that I should get uncontrollably drunk more often. Also last night I realised that some of my friends may seem to be 'fair-weather friends' they are still great people and take care of me when I need it. Which is nice to know.

Also Tara requested that I apologise for her absence from the blogging community and she will return in September. (Although I'm not sure that she realises that 1 blog every other week does not make you a part of the blogging community)

Have you ever met 'Sloppy Anna'? Although she's made a few appearences in my mid-teens and last summer, the past while she's been covered by a blanket of fidelity. Not anymore. In celebration of Tara Dunn's 20th birthday Sloppy Anna will be resurected, tearing up the male population like never before!

I have a giant fear of public washrooms. I also have an obsession with drinking water. These two things to not go hand in hand. One time I spent 9 hours at this guys house and didn't even pee! Let me tell you, there was definately some pee-inducing activity. I'm so tough. So today, like any other, I drank a lot of water. Today, like any other, I avoided *public washrooms at all costs. One my way home I had to pee so bad! So I pulled over on the side of the road and went pee. It was the most enjoyable thing I have ever experienced.

I'm baking cookies right now, and I just went to check them and thought that I would steal a crumb. Well, since I took it off a part of the cookies directly from the oven, it was quite hot. I spit it out, but not very well because it went right down my dress shirt and managed to burn my chest, I jumped up and it went down my pants. I suppose it serves me right for stealing cookie crumbs.

When someone says to me "Anna, you're a bitch," I look at them, laugh, and say "yes, yes I am."
But you know, this is not 100% true. I am not a bitch. Sure, I tell you the way it is and I'm not always sensitive about it. Sure sometimes I hurt people's feelings. But that doesn't make you a bitch.

My boss at work knows me very well. I believe that there is only two other people in my life that I have shared more of myself with than my boss. She mentioned to me "Anna, you try to hard to make people feel good about themselves." Which at first I found to be very ironic. I've grown up thinking that I'm a mean person. But really, what she said made sense. I looked back on the way I deal with situations and how I've treated those that I associate with. I am actually a very caring person. Carefully caring though. I've always protected my pride first. But I think that my experiences at school have changed that. University made me a better friend.