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Kari+Anna (& Dane Cook) = Hands of God

Anna — Mon, 01 Dec 2008 22:05:34 +0000

Me: no shame kari NO SHAME
Kari (aka Shanayandra): City & Colour, Anthony Green,
Me: sara loves C&C
Kari (aka Shanayandra): As CIties Burn, Butch Walker, Number One Gun,
Kari (aka Shanayandra): She would.
Me: don’t be sad she’s cooler thean you, it just happens
Kari (aka Shanayandra): But not funnie.
Kari (aka Shanayandra): r
Kari (aka Shanayandra): No one is.
Kari (aka Shanayandra): Not even Dane Cook, who was actually touched by the hand of God.
Me: omg you’re retarded

i swim

Anna — Thu, 06 Nov 2008 22:37:46 +0000

So, last Tuesday (the 4th of November) the last grandfather I had still living passed away, the only other grandpa other than my moms step-dad that I ever considered and actual realitive (her actual dad was a tiny bit - read: a giant - douche). I don’t know any details, he’s been having problems with his heart the last few years, and I guess he just wasn’t up for fighting anymore. I was more worried about my dad, which my mom claims is fine, but you can tell he’s not. He doesn’t really ever cry, but when you’re a Moore and you’ve got that red rim around your eyes, you’re either on something or you’ve been crying - and well since the last time my dad was ever ‘on something’ was before I was born, I’m pretty certain that wasn’t the issue.

Now I’m not really affected by all of this because I really didn’t know him too well. We came up here almost every summer as a kid, but stopped as soon as I was old enough to remember it, pretty much. The last time we came up to visit I was around 17, and even that I vaguely remember. The only time before that I remember we were on the highway and we had just stopped at a gas station and me and my sister were sitting in the back of the car with these little coloring books. And no one else remembers that so I’m not even sure when that was.

As of September 22nd I’ve been living in Lafayette, Indiana, which is roughly two hours southeast of where I’m writing this from in Gary, Indiana (where most of my dads family lives). I drove up Thursday morning with my Aunt Sandy, her son Michael, daughter Riche, and huband Bruce - who picked me up on their way through Lafayette. Everyone (my mom, sitter, Brad - Michael & Riche’s brother) is due back to work on Monday, so I’m sure I should be back in Lafayette by then as well. At first I was kinda iffy about coming up here (first of all, I didn’t know Riche was coming up as well) - cause I don’t really know the family that I have up here too much… I know their names, faces (most of the time haha), but haven’t seen them for the last.. lets see.. 6 years? Possibly 7. (Plus I knew I was going to get a bunch of ‘You’re only living two hours away and didn’t tell us?! WHAT?!’ - but even if I did, what am I going to do? Come hang out with people double my age and then some? Haha) The closest person to my age up here other then my cousin Amanda who is 21, is my cousin Shannon who is 27 - both of which have kids. But yesterday my dad, his sisters & brothers, spent most of the day at the funeral home trying to work things out, so I got to hang out with basically almost every cousin I have up here other then Amanda. It was pretty much awesomely fun. I mean nothing crazy, but it was so nice to talk to Riche again (I haven’t since we were like 15/16), and to see Shannon, and her daughter (who is 7 now!) Last time I saw her she was barely walking.

The best part of this whole week, and the whole time I’m going to be up here is that my sister is here. I asked her when I first found out about my grandpa if she was going to come up as well, but she said she couldn’t because she wasn’t going to be able to get off of work… but I practically attacked my mom when she got out of the car and she was like ‘we have a surprise for you’ and then my sister walked around the other side of the car and then I attacked her haha. I have this thing for attacking people, what can I say? Anyway, with the way the weeks have been going so far up here, I’ve been either too busy to think, or too bored to think, so it’s nice to actually be able to be with my family, and see my parents & sister. I just wish my dad felt better, and it wasn’t under such crappy circumstances for him.

True Encounters of the Library Kind

Anna — Tue, 14 Oct 2008 21:29:06 +0000

Somegirl: Hi *nervous laugh* are you using this chair?
Me: Nope *smile*
Girl: … Do you mind if I take it…?
Me: Sure, have fun! *smile again*

First of all, sure? Have fun? Wtf? Yeah sure! Take the chair! And while you’re at it why don’t you open up a circus tent with it and you can get some elephants and drape a blanket over it and VIOLA! Your own private circus. Sure, have fun with that chair.

SECONDLY, why in the world (although it was surprising and very polite of her to ask) would you ask someone if they were using a chair on the OTHER side of the table from them? Yeah, my imaginary friend Fred is sitting there, sorry you can’t have it. Hmm… yeah.. I should say yes one time and see what they say… I imagine it would probably be interesting, to say the least.

I think…

Anna — Tue, 07 Oct 2008 17:58:27 +0000

Me and Kari are going to see Nick and Norah again. For the second time this week.. y/n?

I hate it when..

Anna — Sat, 27 Sep 2008 20:36:49 +0000

1. People think that they need to “fix” something or someone, when really that person is only broken to THEM.

2. When people assume that the reasons behind the actions of others is always a result of them and/or something they did.

3. I also hate it when people compare REAL people to FICTIONAL characters in books, and then want them to be more like the characters that AREN’T REAL FOR A REASON! (Mainly because they’re psycho bloodsucking freaks, who to be honest have quite creepy tendencies.)

4. When people can’t read between the lines, the very large, in the open, might-as-well-be-printed-on-their-forehead lines.

(P.S. Trying so hard is NEVER attractive. I’m really good at this one, but seriously, I know my own faults, you should really get acquainted with yours.)

I’ve kept really quite verbally about all this mess, and about what’s going on in general in this certain situation with certain people, because I’ve learned putting it out there just pisses people off, but this is really ridiculous. You can’t want to be with a person, but then in turn, want to change everything about that person - what’s the point? AND also, you can’t say you want to show someone that not all women suck and aren’t cheaters when you just stated a few weeks ago that even if you were with someone else you would cheat on them with THAT person. Seriously now. Just cause it’s not cheating ON them doesn’t mean it’s not just as fucking bad. Cheating is cheating, no matter which way it goes.

Also, you shouldn’t talk bad about people you don’t know, or perceive that their actions are based on something when you really have no insight on them at all. Because believe it or not, I was invited here, I was wanted here, and not just solely by my best friend, who ALSO happens to live here. Hey didn’t consider that an option did ya smarty? One WAS my best friend, and one was the guy that you’re so convinced hates me and wants nothing to do with me, the other person was HIS best friend, although I will admit his excitement probably ranks at about 1/3 on a 1-10 scale Haha. You know, and I know the guy in question has issues sometimes telling the exact truth, but why the hell you think that I’m not wanted here is such a damn mystery to me, honestly. I don’t know about you (really, I don’t cause you’ve lived what? Three hours at the most away from him for HOW many years? - Yeah if I’m right, almost a decade. Why haven’t YOU offered to come see HIM if you’re so strived for his attention.) but I didn’t move up here, and WOULDN’T move up here, if he didn’t want me here, even mildly. I went through WEEKS of consideration over this fact, and with the help of my best friend - decided that if he for a second, even debated, on weather he wanted me here or not - I wouldn’t come. Guess what? My idea was NOT received badly or even looked upon badly, there is not one person that I know up here (from the three above) that would say me being here is a bad thing, or that me being here is something they would have not wanted. (Okay, maybe said guy’s BFFFL, but only because I have every intention of stealing his butt-buddy.) I even had a chair beaten up for me, how many people have beaten up chairs for YOU? Yeah, that’s what I thought. You might not think having a chair beaten up for you is really anything of importance, but I think it’s cute. So suck it.

I SO wish that I still had the conversation me and him had back in April, cause then you’d have a reason to dislike me. Lord, you’d have a whole shitload of them.

I hate ranting because I think it’s pointless, it doesn’t do anything except get things out in the open where they can be misunderstood and twisted around. The thing is, I’m tired of you. Really really tired of you, and I know, I do this to myself, because I go to your journal willingly, and I read it willingly, and I’ll admit it’s partially because I find you comically satisfying. Yup, you should go into comedy, and you’re act could just be called ‘Sad’ - and once everyone left, they would totally go ‘Ohh…’ and laugh, cause they’d get it. I don’t like being mean, unless it’s the sarcastic meanness that people actually love me for, but you just know how to push those buttons so well, and without even trying, and that’s impressive. Because I know people who KNOW me and don’t even know what buttons to push. I mean, and I get it, I really do, you don’t like me, and you really only don’t like me because 1. You know I like him and 2. You don’t know me. And this is going to sound cocky, but seriously, I’m fucking awesome, it’s HARD not to like me, unless you just generally don’t have the same type of biting sarcasm for a personality, which I totally understand. But why do I not like you? I could list reasons long enough to keep me up tonight. I don’t think you could get past 5 good solid reasons why you don’t like me (without taking into account what others might have said 4 years ago…), without entering Bullshit Territory.

But seriously, there is nothing broken that you need to fix. Stop trying. You’re the only one that’s seeing these missing pieces. And the person is question is much more amazing than any character you’ll ever find in any book, even your romances, so stop trying to change who he is. Am I sucking up? Quite possibly, but bigger then that, I am telling the truth. If there are things that in your head, you think need fixed, fine, but that doesn’t mean that there is actually anything wrong. If you want a perfect person, who is never going to mess up, who is never going to say the wrong thing, and never do the wrong thing, and never lie, then hunny you’re in the wrong species. There is a quote that goes something like ‘To love someone, is to accept their flaws and not think any different of them’ - I heard that in high school so it could be terribly distorted, but the meaning is the same. You can’t love (or even just like) someone for the good things, and expect to change the bad things, it doesn’t work like that.

PS. This shirt, makes me look hot, and like my boobs a lot. The End.

Oh my lord.

Anna — Fri, 19 Sep 2008 23:43:03 +0000

Okay 0:55 makes me want to hump his leg. Seriously. I don’t do the whole fandom thing, but oh. my. God. Want to touch the hiney. While listening to Better Than Ezra! For reals.

Protected: Nanananananana, I wanna start a fight

Anna — Tue, 16 Sep 2008 15:40:50 +0000

It’s funny.

Anna — Mon, 15 Sep 2008 15:06:58 +0000

I think it’s incredibly hilarious how much someone can assume to know something, when in actuality they really don’t know anything. Funny funny funny.

To-Do list for the next 10 (.. 9 days since the rest of today will probably consist of sitting on my ass, like the beginning of it has) days

Anna — Sat, 13 Sep 2008 20:19:16 +0000

Hang out with Tink tomorrow because she basically hates me for moving.
Have Tink straighten my hair.
Call the airport to add my little shit (aka Roxy) to my flight.. stuff.
Practice my ’soothing’ breathing so that I don’t pass out from crying at the airport.
Vet check up for Roxy.
Get a new State issued ID since I can’t seem to keep track of mine.
Finish a project (website) for Marisa.
Update Heather & Barbara’s site.
Take the rugrats (Adriana & Joey) out to breakfast on Thursday, because I love them and will miss them more then I could possibly say.
Launch the Adesso site & the new HIA design.
Make sure I get paid for the 4 projects I am currently working on, so that in 10 days when I move I’m not completely a broke-ass.
Send Lyndsay and Patrick their wedding present.
Laundry. Of every piece of clothing I have.
Buy two more of the Victorian-style lace tops I found at Marshalls just in case something happens to the one I have.
CLEAN OUT MY DAMN EMAIL (stupid 304 read emails in inbox, I need to get better about this)
Check the JM site religiously until they release the tickets for the Chicago date, and then buy as many as they’ll allow me to buy.
Make myself familiar with the new Brand New album so I don’t let Kari down on the 26th.
Meet my bestfriend & a sexy man and rape one of them.. (which one will be getting raped has yet to be determined!)
Try to talk Roxy out of her suicidal-mood and convince her that snow isn’t all that bad.
Have the kids over for one last sleep over (because the next time I see Adriana she will be four, and she will not have seen me for months, and will hide behind everyone and not want anything to do with me when I come back *cries*)
Get my mom to stop crying somehow.
Figure out a way to give the brat (Adriana) my camera without her parents taking it from her or messing it up.
Figure out how to say goodbye to the four most important people in my life.

OMG. Thats all I have to say about that. SIX DAYS!

Anna — Fri, 12 Sep 2008 18:35:19 +0000