"Anan's (not so) Randomness!"

It strikes me that I've been spending far too much time worrying about what other people think of me. I refuse to believe that they actually have anything resembling a positive opinion of me in general. I even think this of my friends, by which I am insulting them, and for that I'm sorry.

Is it that I think they feel the same way I do? That can't be true because I don't dislike my friends! Ga! My feeling can't possibly be prompted by deliberate actions on their part, though I may be sitting around and reading into things that transpire. Nobody has said that they despise me or otherwise in so many words.

How about my acquaintances? Properly I shouldn't care a stitch what my acquaintances think of me. Hhhmm... there are quite a few Country Songs on this topic, aren't there?

Then I think that I should change my behavior and try to be a nicer and "warmer" person. It has been argued that I'm really not all that mean and heartless. Maybe I'm not, but I don't think I act like it (not mean that is). It's likely that I would simply scare people if I started being really nice, and even positive. <gasp> This would be pretty much impossible anyway because I'm sure I couldn't just will myself to be perky positive.

So I must offer my apologies to y'all for these resentful feelings. Wow. I found a new way to be negative! I wonder how many other ways I could be mean to people without them knowing and then apologise for it on my blog?!?!?!? The possibilities are endless! <rubs hands together>

p.s. To top it all off I'm still very distracted and I have trouble getting from one end of the house to the other without forgetting what I'm doing and wandering off in another direction.

Hmm... "Teenager" looks  an aweful lot like "Tanager". Cool.

Maybe I shouldn't talk about my moodiness other than saying it's there. Sounds good. I should be doing other things, and I will do the other things but I've been doing a good job of wasting time today so why stop now? Oh yeah... responsibilities. Hmph.

I made that CD for "Jo's" big brother, finally. It sure took me long enough. 9_6

Today is the first day in weeks there hasn't been a church service! I don't know what to do with myself! Should I dance around the house? *slap* No! Bad Anna! I meant to ask if I should wear sackcloth and ashes... Dancing keeps popping up is all. And I still "dance" with Stefan quite often.

Obviously I have nothing of substance to say... But I have to blog for the sake of my blog or it will get deleted. Have I mentioned that? It I don't blog at least once a week then I'll get a warning and if I don't blog for a month than my blog will get zapped. Doubtless my years at college will be punctuated by incredibly stupid one sentence or shorter posts. Oo goody.

Speaking of "Big Brother"... my little brother, Benjamin started crying at dinner because we had to tell him that almost definitely wouldn't be going to play with Jo's little siblings anymore. I apologized to him and gave him a kiss, but he wasn't very comforted. Yay me.

(This is extremely random I know. If you can't handle randomness then go away. )

The best part of camping is the last day. When everybody has nothing left but dirty, smelly clothes and nobody cares. Mom lets you eat all the leftover junk\snack food and there are sodas all around. The trailer gets stuck and you don't care. Your little brothers' friend strangles you and you care even less. Even the stares of strangers don't matter anymore because you're headed home.

If I think heading home from camping is cool, what am I going to do when I'm coming home from college? Dance in the gas station? I shudder at the thought.

"Bla bla bla" backwards! Yay!

Boy do I hate this weather. I wish it would just make up it's mind and become full-blown spring. *Evil grin* And then I can't wait for the bommin' heat. That means swimming! WoOt! At this point I've given up on winter dresses and I've already made two summer ones...

I only survived last week by listening to "Little Horns" over and over again. Otherwise I might have fallen asleep at work or at the sewing machine. No, I wasn't able to listen to it at work but the songs ran through my head and I simply considered the concept behind it and stewed. I gained a new nick-name, "Anna the Wrapper". I'm not particularly fond of it. Hmph.

Grandma Martinson made blue Jell-O with Peeps drowning in it. 'twas really awesome. I personally recieved 5 Peeps and I'm working on ideas of what to do with them. It might be kind of cool to put them through the food processor and add them to milkshakes or summat. Hmmm.

So you thought knuckle cracking bothered me? It does. But I have found something that bothers me even more. When I'm in a public place minding my own business (reading etc...) I can feel people staring at me. It's really bad in small stores, like the "hair cut place". You have to sit and wait and if there happens to be anyone else there they would rather stare than read stupid magazines. It's the worst with guys. What a surprise. I really should throw my book at them or something. Though I would rather run them down with my bike. (Hmmm... I tried that once. It was awesome.) What do you suggest?