I try very hard not to be like my Dad. In my past experiences I found that it is very easy to get people to wait on you. This is not something that I did intentionally. It just happens. It's easiest for me at home. Everyone is so used to doing mindless things for my Dad, when I ask them to do something for me they don't even think twice. Lydia is the worst. She is so accustom to doing menial tasks. I'll catch myself asking her something and then immediately take back my request. Surprsingly, taking advantage of the people around me does not make me feel good about myself. In fact, it makes me feel awful. I have seen the consequences of taking advantage of your peers. From now on I want to be a giver not a taker in all aspects of life, except one.

I am a full believer of equal rights. I believe that woman and men should be responsible for the maintenance of their body hair. It is not "gay", it is just common courtesy.

Last night Mellissa and I kicked a pop can from GT's to Huron Street. Sadly I found this extreamly entertaining. I can't wait to go back to school.

One of the best smells is the lingering scent of your friend's colonge on your clothing after you spent the night together. Even better is when that enticing scent is the remnant of your super tanned, super wrinkly, fifty year old chiropractor. Mmmmmmm......

People at work always complain about how red-headed men are never good looking. In most cases, this is true. Red-headed men are often awkward looking. But every so often you come across a good looking red-head. I would have to say this is my weakness. This weekend there was a good looking Chilian priest who played the guitar, harmonica, and had red hair. Woah.

Note to self: Meet men at the Seminary and lure them away from God with your sexuality.

We have some Chilians staying at our house this weekend. Did you know that they don't have pool noodles in Chili? weird. This also means that Lydia are sharing a room/bed. She's so promt and tidy. I on the other hand, am not. This morning she got so angry with the fact that I was sleeping threw my alarm she got up, turned off the alarm, rolled me out of bed, and kicked me.

I just thought that I would make a mention that no one should be up at this ungodly hour. But I am up. I am up getting ready to do the thing I loathe the most. Maybe if I'm lucky I'll ingure myself and get worker's comp!

On another note, I would like to make a public goodbye to Jenni. Have fun at your cottage! I will be waiting impatiently on the ninernet for you to return!

I've always pictured myself as invincible. I am never going to age. My muscles will always be perfectly toned. My physical condition is never going to be a barrier. I'm going to be this super hot 17 year old for the rest of my life!
Of course, I'm not 17 anymore. If you saw me at Christmas, I wasn't exactly super hot either. Today, I found out that my physcial condition is a barrier. I have a bad shoulder that makes gross noises. Turns out that this shoulder is actually a serious condition. That sucks.

I believe that everyone you come in contact with has an effect on your life. Everyone. You take away 'tidbits' from every individual. These tidbits 'feed' you as a person. They can be satisfying or unsatisfying. But you still take them.

There are people that I have been around for years that I can honestly say have no effect on my present life. They're like cotton candy. It takes great going down, takes up space, but there really isn't anything there. These are people in my circle of friends, people that I hung out with on weekends. People I care about. But people that just haven't had an effect on me as a person.

I like to be challenged. I like to hang around people that are constantly testing my strength as a person, not intentionally though. People that present ideas to me without even knowing it. People that like to talk, even if it's about themselves, so that I have to try even harder to say everything that I want. People that make me think that I can be a better person, that there is always room for improvement. I've met a few people that challange me. One just this spring, one almost three years ago, and one a year ago tomorrow. These three people I have given the chance to effect my life, and they've all taken advantage of it. They fill my empty spaces, the 'meat' in my personality diet.

Two of these people I don't have contact with right now, and the other one lives far away. As a result I've been hungry, malnourished. I've been trying to fill myself up with excessive amounts of cotton candy. It keeps me content for a while, but in the end I always have a belly ache.

This weekend I did the best thing that there is to do. I got purple. It was great. I love school more than anything. What I love even more is going camping and being outnumbered 4:1 by males. It's great. Especially when the females include hot girls like Bill's floormate 'Lindsay', whom they often referred to as 'Greaser'. Needless to say, the (free) beer was flowing and I had an amazing weekend.

I find work to be very uneventful. To entertain myself I come up with blogs. I never actually end up posting them because they are usually very clever ways to make fun on people. There 'thought blogs' I find quite useful to release frusterations. So this week I began to make fun of my coworkers in my head. It's great. I have never been so carefree. So if I go somewhere with you and I'm laughing to myself, I'm making fun of you. Deal with it.

Dad: "Are you anorexic?"
Anna: "No, not yet. Why?"
Dad: "You mean your last name isn't 'Rexic'?"

You can't always control everything. Some people are okay with this. I am not. I always want to know what's going on in my life, have definite plans, definite destinations, definite goals. There are situations, I don't have control over, that consume me. Living in suspence, not knowing what it going to happen next. I hate it. I stop talking at work and think only of the situation, I consider all possibilities and overanalyse everything. I drive myself mad with questions and suspicions. It's scary. Eventhough I experience it, I still have no idea how I can ponder the same situation for 16 hours strait. I try eveything, tv, exercise, movies, internet, but the only thing that works is sleep. I slept a lot today.

I have dreams and goals just like any other person. You think that a good friend would encourage these dreams. Not my friends. I have this vision of me giving birth to the next messiah. In a way being the next Virgin Mary. Most of my friends do not support this dream. In fact today I got the closest thing to encouragement yet, "well that is going to be hard to do... considering the virgin part... and the blessed part... and the fact that your name is ANNA" Bite me Janice. Bite me right in my virgin ass.

Do you think that all thin teenage girls that excessively use birth control pills all end up looking the same way when they put on weight? I do. Although I have no proof that these girls were on the pill for a long time, or even on the pill at all, I'm sure that my hypothesis is true. Think about it.

Man, I have the most radical bruise on my right knee ever. It hurts just slightly when I walk, reminding me how tough I am, and is a nice shade of purplely-black. I got it last night at my soccer game, accompanied with a scraped knee at no extra charge! I had another game tonight where I managed to shed blood! I am so tough.

Everything has just fallen into place. I feel whole again. I'm going to contribute most of this feeling to Jen, although there is another source. These past couple days were fun but then tonight it just clicked. It was really good. I think I've made a friend for life.

Do you remember what you were doing a year ago today? I do. Exactly 365 days ago I was cleaning up Bill Elliott's kitchen sink. Why? Because I had just got sick in it, several times. I will never drink 'Broken Down Golfcart' again. Ever.