Anan's (not-so) Randomness!

Ahem. Rather than standing on firm ground, I'm sitting here in front of the computer stewing away. How many pent-up feelings can one person hold? I can't seem to determine whether these particular feelings are ones that I really should "share" or if that would be too mean given the nature of these objections etc.. I'm great at saying things behind people's backs, but what about telling the person I'm talking about what I really think about stuff? Gah!

I *so* need a little black dress right about now. Not to mention an evil-looking walking stick, impressive hat, and powerful round-toe pumps. Yes precious.

Hm. People keep asking me what I want for my birthday. I honestly haven't given the matter any thought. I've been far too busy. A basketball? A club? The kitchen sink? Maybe some repulsive "perfume" to keep people away. Or eyeliner so I could *really* look like Susan. (Just kidding Grandma!) Oooo... Liberty Print Jack Purcells. A Camelback, a new tiara, an English Springer Spaniel ( :P), or a dead fish.

So, just out of curiosity, where does one go to purchase a dead fish? The Wal-Mart pet department?

I'm also wondering who Susan is (as I am assuming that you don't mean Mrs. Gehlbach).

I'm very sorry that you're in such a pickle of pent-up frustration. I hope it isn't on account of potential travel plans to a certani tall boy's wedding. My apologies, in any case, for possibly contributing to your aggravation.

LOG Well maybe I'll tell you where to get dead fish in person. It's top secret.

Susan Pevensie (or however you spell that) from the Chronicles of Narnia.

Perhaps I'm only frustrated about the tall boy's wedding because I am too tense in the first place.

LOG Well maybe I'll tell you where to get dead fish in person. It's top secret.

I'm sure that will come in handy. One never knows when he made need a dead fish. I'm flattered that you would share such top secret information with me. It'll probably be too late for your birthday, but I'm leaning toward the basketball, the club or the kitchen sink, anyway.

Now, in order to betray my ignorance, I'll also ask: What is "LOG"? What does this mean? (I think I finally figured out "lol," though I'm not certain and I'm afraid to ask.)

Perhaps I'm only frustrated about the tall boy's wedding because I am too tense in the first place.

Past tense, present tense, or future tense? ;-)

Seriously, though, I am sorry if our pondering of potential possibilities has added to your constantensation. (That's a new word I just made up, the meaning of which should be intuitively self-evident. Or, as another friend of a mutual friend might argue, it can mean whatever the reader chooses. But I am sorry for adding to it.)

Perhaps there will be a way of getting you from point A to point B, in order to attend and celebrate the wedding of that tall boy to his modestly-heighted bride, without adding unduly to your tension. But, if not, I suppose that you and your family can toast the happy couple and party in abstentia. I'm only eager for as many of his South Bend friends and church family to be there with him, and for him, as possible. Yet, there is that whole finitude factor, as always, and that irksome limitation of being in only one place at a time. Very frustrating. But I do understand that it's a long way to go.

Anna we could get you all the dresses that susan wears in the movie!!!!