Happy late valentines....?

Love is stupid and it sucks.
Seriously, what is it even for? Reproductive purposes? Awesome. That's exactly like all those stupid love movies.
Someone once told me that movies weren't real and as much as I know they aren't real, it was like a slap in the face. I mean, we grow up watching them and waiting for those absolutely beautiful and romantic T.V. loves to come true for ourselves and they don't. They never will. I mean, seriously, Disney, stop ruining my hopes and dreams.
Not that I'm being down on it or anything. I just figured I'd write a Valentines day post a few weeks late.

I chose my job over Tennis. As much as I wish there were two of me (as Spencer see's it there should be three, Evil Ani, Nice Ani, and just Ani. Evil Ani should play Tennis because she'd be ruthless, Nice Ani should go to school and do all of the school work and Just Ani should tutor. Because Ani loves to tutor. I'll stop there because I'm starting to talk in third person.) there are not two of me and therefore I had to choose between two things I love. And I chose my job. Which just makes it impossible to hear people talk about how much they love Tennis. :c (Though I'm glad they're having fun!!)

I've been considering attending running start at CWU next year. Actually that was just today because Jacqueline started talking about it while taking me home. Apparently, at CWU, no one knows you aren't a college student.

I don't have much interesting to say, in fact most of what I say is useless and I tend to ramble I guess.
If I was famous, no one would think I was rambling.

The stress monster

Stressstressstress. 

That's the one thing on my mind right now... If you were to imagine that it would be some sort of monster, probably blue, ripping apart everything in sight and then hiding it EVERYWHERE. 

Under pillows, beds, on the ceiling, outside somewhere, literally anywhere you wouldn't think to look for it. And then you'd have me wandering around after it attempting to pick up the pieces and make sense of what I've been trying to cram into my brain since September, hoping to whatever it is I believe in that I'll somehow be able to pick up the mess this stress monster has created.

He's a real jerk. I'll draw him sometime and present you people with a visual. Assuming I'm actually typing this for someone to read instead of into some black hole, never to return. Man, I hope someone reads this or else I'd probably be considered a little crazy... No, I'm sure someone reads this. It's too awesome not to. 

That's all I have to say, back to not procrastinating. Or at least pretending not to procrastinate... 

Not my best idea

I left my iPad in a friends car yesterday night after a dance. Just now her mother returned it and it was freezing cold. So I put it in my shirt which seemed like an accurate solution.
It doesn't feel any warmer and now I'm cold too.

Waiting for inspiration....

I think it would be kind of super awesome to learn another language fluently and be able to think in that language. At least, I think it would be pretty awesome...
It would also confuse anyone who has the ability to read minds.

Today I was helping my friends little brother with math. She couldn't figure out the story problems so she asked me to. Like usual, I read the problem and drew it out. I'm not an artist, and shoes and socks are something I will never ever ever ever be good at drawing. He mocked my drawings. :c
"My shoes don't look like that."
"Well my shoe's ALWAYS look like that."
"That's not what shoes look like"
"Lets pretend they're super duper awesomely drawn shoes."

I really don't know how to blog. Often times I come here to write something thinking that it will be fantastic and then I go to actually write something, end up with a paragraph or two, hate it, delete it and leave for about a week.
Waiting for inspiration sucks.
So does participating in marching band when it snows.

"We're all in the same game, just different levels; dealing with the same hell, just different devils."



And speaking of games, I just lost The Game.

Seems we've all been studying wrong

Inspiration

The funny thing about being vegetarian and still participating in thanksgiving (and I suppose this would hold true even if I didn't.) is that there is no turkey. But everyone talks about turkey and "happy turkey day"
What turkey?

That was a really sad way to start off a blog post. But I seriously lack inspiration. I should be finishing an English paper right about now but I can't. It doesn't even need inspiration, I just have to WRITE, but I can't because I'm so focused on this idea of inspiration. I need it to write something that doesn't require it.
Or maybe I'm just justifying procrastination.
The second one seems more likely than the first, but I like the first better.

Mr. Eiser is convinced that I think everyone is rude.