pokey things

there are two spiders living in my bathroom. i know its kinda gross. but i just keep putting off killing them. because they never move. they made little webs and they just hang out in them all day. they're always in the same place when i go in there at least. i just feel like they really enjoy their life right now, and their perfect spots, and i just feel bad messing up their lives, well, essentially ENDING their lives. if you dont like spiders, and your name is ali, then probably dont read this part because it is "an awful thing to say" but lately i've just been thinking about getting a pet spider. like a real big one. i know, i cant believe i'm saying it either, but i just thought i'd throw it out there to a select few. even though you select few already know, so whatever.

THE POINT IS that SINCE i am UNABLE to OWN A PET, i realized that i can own plants. so let it be known that i am going on a rampage. and it all started with my venus fly trap. i would show you a picture....... but its dying and i'm embarrassed. so i'll show you some of my new cacti that i got today. 

these are my three tiny tiny little baby baby ones. they are cute.

this one though, this one is pretty mean. it's freakin way pokey, i've felt it's wrath a few times. one of those freaking pokers even got stuck in my arm. it hurt. i still love this cactus plant.

i'm just making sure you understand how insanely pokey it is.

if these cactus follow the trend of my venus fly trap, i'll feel.... my heart will feel more dry than a desert. do you like them or what?

attempt failed

i tried to write a new post. i wrote some sentences. then i realized i hate blogging. and i hate all of you. thats not true at all but i hate most everything else except for venus fly traps, cats, cactus, wolves, bonsai trees, wolves, cats, tissues with vicks, nyquil, puzzles, cats, if you're reading this i probably like you, i might love you, and i probably might hate you. im just kidding i just wanted to say probably and might together. i cant think of anything else i love. cause i think my heart shrunk. 

on sunday i played a cat. as in acted like i was a cat. because im five years old. and im seriously messed up. i've just been having pretty bad cat withdrawls due to the fact that im catless and haven't played with any other cats, so really i cant function properly, or at least to the point that i usually can which im sure doesn't meet the requirement of properly. so i jumped on the couch that my mom was sitting on, and began to meow and lick my 'paws' the conversation went as follows

mom: im seriously taking you to the doctor

me: i know exactly what he would say

mom: what

me: GET THIS GIRL A CAT!!!!

i think i might need to step up my game and refuse to speak english, and demand my food be served to me on the floor. i think if i do that my mom will just tranquilize me.

a puzzle club is to be started. shirts are included. as well as good times, good conversation, good music, good snacks, and good puzzles. pledge your membership. 

a fire bug just bombed me. that means it was on my ceiling and it flew onto my arm. i got real pissed, said some things, grabbed it, and threw it at my wall. its still alive. i fed some to my venus fly trap it was way fun. why are there so many freaking fire bugs right now.

oh, look, i just blogged.

to whom it may concern

for halloween this year i have decided to be a ghost. now im not talking sheet thrown over me with a couple holes. im talking a legitimate ghost. this means, that i will not be seen by anyone on october 31st. for whatever reason i feel like that day is going to be a very bad day for me to be out and about and im going with my intuition on this one. at this point im not concerned with sounding crazy, so i'll let you know that i'll most likely be locked away in some sort of place where no one can find me. i know this may be upsetting to some of you. and some may be freaked out. maybe a mix. just trust me on this.

yours truly,

anna

cat day

I have touched more cats today than i think i ever will throughout my whole lifetime. that's actually not true, but i've played with probably more than 20 i would say this day. which equals suuuch a good day. 

me gav and cyd stopped by the humane society. 

and despite the awful smell in there we managed to find our dream cats.

the one i loved is the one who looks like such a cool tiny wild cat, it was so so nice but so playful and so much fun for me, and then the other so cute one was such a sweetheart and so nice and i don't know why they didn't come home with us. 

gavin, im still mad you didnt get it

you connected on so many levels

also, my sister has been babysitting these crazy kids this whole week who have some kittens that i've brought to my house like every day. rosie is like seriously upset with me about it so i just went and got her to have another sleepover with me to make it up to her. i tried to have a little chat with her that a cat may soon be joining my life (my mom is actually starting to budge!) she didnt like that chat at all and now she's at the far corner of my bed shunning me

she'll forgive me tomorrow. 

sleeeepover

i love my dog so much. all my friends, except for cyd, seriously hate her. they're pretty mean, they tell me all the ways that they want to kill her. who does that? her name is rosie and she is my best friend. when she was just little she would always sleep with me in my bed, and take showers with me which i promise its not weird at all. i was sitting in my bed just feeling kind of lonely, maybe it was because i was listening to the backstreet boys singing about the meaning of being lonely.  

as you can see here

my dad asked me if i wanted rosie to sleep with me cause i was real upset about my mom crushing my dream once more to have a cat, so i went out to rosie's little dog condo in my backyard to ask if she wanted to have a sleepover. naturally she was the most excited about it and followed me to my room. i set her up a little blanket, i had to pick her up and put her on my bed she's so old.

she's seriously loving it

now she's asleep, and i forgot how loud she snores.. my life will end when hers does.

update

one summer day i paid a small child one dollar to put some string in my hair. a couple days ago, i cut it out. shortly after my mom decided to 'trim' my hair and cut off about 2 inches

i went to st george with my sister spontaneously one night, we got there at two in the morning, it was a great trip. 

i ate ONE cookie and my mom told me its a wonder my bowels still work properly. that's why i do most of my sugar consumption not under her supervision.

i have greatly impaired my vision with hours of solitaire on my ipod. seriously, things are getting really blurry, squinting right now.

i'm going to put my pride aside and apply... at the scone cutter. pretty desperate. pretty greasy.

CHEERS

gavin: i think you're dead, but i hope all is well

ali: i hope that you're feeling better and not losing it at work. 

drew: you read this right? sometimes? howl's magic castle or whatever that movie is..

and to anyone else who reads this that i'm not aware of, please raise your glasses, if you do not have one please take a moment to go get one and fill it with your choice of liquid. now, raise them. thank you to all who sit and waste your time reading these words that start in my brain and make their epic journey through my arms to my fingertips that melodically punch these keys and make their big debut on your screen. all to form a bunch of complete nonsense. here's to you guys. (this is the part where you drink)

i'm pretty sure the best thoughts, from my experience anyway, come from that moment in time where your mind is dancing back and forth between the line that separates awakeness from dreamland, consciousness from unconsciousness (i know i learned the difference of that in psychology. so, Mrs. L, if i'm using it incorrectly just know... that i cheated on both of my term projects) where your mind is uninhibited, free to wander around and free to be silly, because it's ok to be silly, and it's ok to wander around. which is why it makes sense that the thoughts are usually unrealistic and far fetched but still have some kind of realness attached. usually i like to share, and even though it takes a lot for me to grab my phone and write it all with the bright light blinding me, it's still worth it cause usually i forget about it in the morning.. so put your hands up, or your drinks if you still have them, or even HAD them,  if you've ever woken up to one, or two or three or four, bizarre texts from 'anna' or whatever you have me in your phone as.. alright i see a few hands. the other night i thought... why does time have to fly when you're having fun? really. it's so rude. why can't time fly the other times, like oh i don't know at work or school or boredom or anything that falls into the category of not fun, instead of frequently checking the clock- only to find out that it hasn't moved at all. stupid. 

until next time folks

cat cat cat cat

you you guys, all i want, all i EVER COULD WANT right now is a cat. im sure you know by now.

i first off would like to clear up some rumors and whatnots that have seem to have made their way around the awful halls of springville high. im still not real sure about who started the nasty rumors, but whoever it was obviously didn't see the episode of veggie tales where the rumor weed TAKES OVER THE WHOLE CITY. i think it may have been you, LINDSAY BAILEY. but im not going to point fingers. i wasn't really quite aware just how around this rumor had gotten until one day in the class one of my sophomore admirers told me how she was telling her friend about me, i don't really know why... but her friend, whom i have never met before or even heard her name responded: that's the girl who put a cat in a microwave! before you get pissed, ITS NOT TRUE!! i've had plenty of encounters with it and no one seems to believe me that it's false. you believe me though, right?

i admit, there was a time in my life where i was very stupid and uniformed about cats. what IS true is.. i used to hate them. keyword: used to. its true its true i used to hate cats. until one day, i was at cyds house and her lovely cat baby jumped on my lap. and i though wow. what IS this. this is a cat? this is GREAT I LOVE CATS I LOVE CATS. 

my mom rules with an iron fist and refuses let me have a cat. so until i escape her tyranny i am to remain catless. except for these cats i find, and cyds cats. and alis cat. 

this is figaro, found at the wetlands

these are orange poppy and... zig zag.

this is me and orange poppy

this is cyd and ziggy

this is me and danger

this is ali and jazzy

caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaats