Friday, February 11, 2005

Well, today's been nerve-racking so far. I'm still frazzled from the experience of my first drive, with a 5-speed manual, on two highways. I've driven before, yes, but not on a highway. Plus, I have my dad in my right ear talking up a storm on what I should look for and stuff. I'm not too familiar with a standard, and he's asking me why I can't seem to get the "release-the-clutch-from-first-gear-and-press-the-gas-smoothly-to-drive-forward" take off bit right. Hello, I'm only a beginer with standard! Of course I can't get it perfect.

@_# <--me at this point in time.

Still trying to settle my nerves, though. I ate a sammich, so hopefully food in my system will settle me down.

Anyway, last night was pretty weird. I was spinning out 55 Fiction stories one after the other. Well, with some unpatient waiting for Mitch, Shy, or Siren to post before I could. SO, during that time, I ventured over to the O. Lounge (as Sara so affectionately dubbed it) to spend my time.

I've found myself in the O. Lounge quite frequently. There have been a few topics that have caught my attention. Whether I reply to them or not, there have been a number of great topics popping up in there.

Some sad news..well, for some people. Others might take it as a blessing. As you may/may not know, the Bikini Bandits story of mine is at its 8th chapter. The last couple of chapters have been over a sort of "Drix vs James" kind of theme. All good things must come to an end, sometime or another. So, the conclusion of this epic is going to meet its end in the 9th chapter...which should be up sometime around Tuesday or Wed.

That's not the sad news, though. What is, is that I'm planning on taking a little leave from the OB after the 9th chapter is up. I don't know if anyone's noticed, but my attitude is starting to wander its ugly head into my posts. This has gotten me into some fixes that have left me in shame and embarrassment. I'm feeling my grace slip and I feel that I'm just getting in the way. Time for me to leave for a bit, before I get myself banned.

I'll still be online, and I will still mod for Reise's and Box Hoy's sites..but I'm not going to be active on the OB. I might check in..but I'm not sure I'll even do that. Will I post here? Maybe. I think I will. But definitely staying away from the OB (posting is a definite, visits maybe).
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Thursday, February 10, 2005

Thanks you two. It's really good to know you are there for me. I got to talk to Joe (my love who lives 1,982.2 miles away) last night. I talked to him about what happened the other night, and he tried to blame himself. But of course, you know me..I yelled at him XD Nah, I just told him that there's nothing we can do but yell at Fate. Damned whore.

Anyway, normally, I hate forwards in my email. I don't even respond to them, I just delete them. They are so annoying. However, my good friend Charlie Levoy (on the OB) sent me a forward that was labeled "none". So I thought it was a normal email. But she deceived me *shakes fist* It was a questionaire that I'm going to share with you all.

What is your full name?
Annalisse McGovern Geary

What color pants are you wearing?
Who said I was wearing pants....

What are you listening to right now?
Nothing, which is really scaring me..*rushes off to turn on some music*

What's the last thing you ate?
A sausage with BBQ chips.

Do you wish on stars?
Not anymore.

If you were a crayon, what color would you be?
Most likely purple.

How is the weather right now?
Cloudy, rainy, miserable.

Last person you talked to on the phone?
Joe..duh

Do you like the person who sent this to you? No, I hate people sending me forwards....I'm kidding, of course I like the person who sent it to me. They have my email for a reason.

How are you today?
Much better than the other day.

Favorite drink? Coke, baby!

What hair color is your hair?
Dark chocolate brown

Eye color? Caramel brown

Do you wear contacts? Nope, I wear glasses though ^_^

Favorite smell?
Momma's home cooking.

Siblings?
Too damn many..too damn many. I have 4 brothers and 2 sisters.

Favorite months?
September and October

Favorite food?
Chinese and Italian

Last movie you watched?
The Pianist. A beautiful movie, you all should watch it.

Favorite day of the year?
The day I get to meet Joe. It hasn't come yet, but it will be the best day of my life up until this point.

What do you do to vent anger?
Draw, listen to music, write a rant here, nearly get myself in trouble for my flamming posts on the OB, write in 55 Fiction.

What was your favorite toy as a child?
What else would a girl like me play with? Hotwheels! I owned Barbie dolls to torture and bury in my backyard.

Summer or winter?
Neither. Although, it's nice to see guys without their shirts. But I prefer autum/fall.

Hugs or kisses?
Hugs, white chocolate is better..Oh, not candy hugs or kisses. Damn it.

Chocolate or vanilla?
Chocolate

Do you want your friends to write/e-mail back?
Hell no.

Who is most likely to respond?
I hope no one. I will end up deleting the forward anyway.

Who is least likely to respond?
"Annie" That was Charlie Levoy's response XD

Who do you live with?
Satan herself, the cheeky devil himself, two annoying imps, and a witch in training.
(Satan= mom, devil=dad, imps=brothers, witch in training= sis)

When was the last time you cried?
Last night

What is under your bed?
......that's a really good question.

What did you do last night?
Wouldn't you love to know.

I did some studying, the power went out so I called Joe, talked to him for about three hours, then went to bed.

What inspires you?
People. Stupid people, smart people, hyper people..I really don't like too many people, yet they inspire me. Good, or bad..you take your guess.

What scares you?
Being depressed all of the time. And what scares me most of all, losing Joe forever.

Plain, buttered or salted popcorn?
Buttered..there's no way I could insult Syk3 by saying otherwise ^_~

Favorite vehicle?
The love bandwagon that Alex sports..I mean, Dodge trucks.

Favorite flower?
Anything colorful and cheerful.

Number of keys on your key ring?
Only one. What was the relevence to that question..I don't know.

Can you juggle?
I can juggle many things ^_~

Favorite day of the week?
Any day I can get online and talk to my wonderful friends, reply to outrageous threads, moderate for the Scorpion Corp. and XionBox, or any day I get to call Joe...oh, the time I get to be part of sexy orgies is wonderful too.

What did you do on your last Birthday?
Why didn't you ask me on my birthday?! I have no idea what I did.

Do you own a donor card?
If that means my driver's license says "organ donor", then yes.

Last book you read?
Interview with the Vampire: The Vampire Chronicles

Best present ever?
Joe. And my OB friends and relationships.

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Wednesday, February 9, 2005

My good, dear friend Sarah has had many rotten relationships. The poor girl just can't get a break from jerks--no, that's too nice--assholes. That's better. She's always unhappy, not too much as depressed, but just unhappy. I hate seeing my friends unhappy/depressed/hurting/et cetra. So, she takes me out to eat, walk around the mall, and just take a drive.

The entire three hours or so, she starts telling me about her one true love. And he is her special someone. Her face just lit up with soooo much happiness and love. I have never seen her so joyful talking about a guy, or anything. She carried on, and on, about how wonderful things were for them. (Oh, she's going to get him back, yay for her!) Anyway, I found myself trying to hold back tears--which was extremely hard, I teared up--because I found myself horribly and utterly depressed, and alone. I was happy for her, really happy for her. But at the same time, I was being hurt.

The one person I love lives 1,982.2 miles away. Yeah, we counted the miles..Anyway, he and I have a special relationship and bond. Everything that Sarah had told me, reflected upon my relationship. Only, he lives 1,982.2 miles away..and I cannot share memories with him. I cannot feel his touch, the caress of his fingers. I cannot see his smile. I cannot smell him. I cannot hold him. And I cannot be held by him...

She complained about how she's never had anything perfect. Except for that relationship. I really wanted to slap her..How can she tell me that? How? When she knows my situation..she knows I can't have anything remotely close to what she had because of that fucking 1,982.2 miles. I'm so low right now..I've been rather low for a while now, but I've tried not to let anyone notice. I don't want anyone to worry about me.

I just wish..I just wish, for once in my benefit, that I could have that happiness. The joy Sarah feels/knows, is the splendor I have in my heart...and I can't touch it, see it, smell it, hold it, and kiss it.


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Tuesday, February 8, 2005

Alex- ^_^ Thank you. It was a pleasure to speak with you as well. I, uh, hope to do that again..
Corey- *shakes fist* I can be delicate!
Mimmis- Yar! Alex is the second OBer that I've gotten to talk to over the phone. I talk to SilpheedPilot all the time.
Baron- Yeah, it was sweet.
The Cool- XD
Shin- You're just jealous >:O
Alex-....rawr.
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Anyway, I may have told a couple of people about this, so I'm going to update them/and let everyone else know. There is a cable company near me called Time Warner Cable. It's where I get my highspeed, broadband internet. It's not dsl/regular dial-up, it's cable. So yeah..it's great.

Well, I submitted an online resume about two weeks ago. I hadn't heard a word, so I called yesterday. The lady asked me to come in today at 10am for an interview. I went in, sat in the lobby for fourty minutes (I was only 20 minutes early, but the lady got stuck in a meeting). Well, the actual interview consisted of her asking me about my strengths/weaknesses; would I be able to carry an 80lb ladder; would I be fine with working in adverse weather..so on and so forth.

Unfortunately, I found out that I have to climb poles during the training course to get certified. And this isn't like ladder climbing..this is gaffing. A little, one-inch piece of metal that's attatched to a foot harness (on each foot), and you use that to dig into the pole, support your weight, and climb up the pole. That's gaffing..and it's scary shit. Imagine, being fourty feet in the air, and you are putting your safety/life into these two, one-inch pieces of metal. If I don't pass that, I don't get a job.

Now, I'll do it, I'd rather not..but I had to do it in Texas to pass tech school, and I have to do it again next month. So, my job, a real job, depending on a week of climbing poles (which I probably won't do outside of training)..I'll fucking do it. Hell yeah. It sucks balls, but I'll do it.

The bad news (other than my fear of gaffing), the six week course of TWC's training starts March 7th. I'm going to be gone the entire month of March, and the first week and a half of April. I have to go to school for the Guard. So, I'll miss that session of training for TWC. The lady told me to go online and re-apply whenever I come back from the Guard school.

Definitely going to do that. That's all folks.
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Monday, February 7, 2005

Mimmis- T_T *jumps in and sobs*
Alex- IF only.
DDG- Tell me 'bout it. I hope the next fragrance won't be food-like. I don't think sheets would do good for people's digestion.
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Did I mention that Alex just rocks me? I was feeling very, very, very down just about two hours ago..but now, after just getting off of the phone with him, I'm extremely happy.

Yeah, be jealous. I got to talk to Alex *does a cabbage patch dance*
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Sunday, February 6, 2005

Shin- Mike...spins me right 'round, baby, right 'round..like a record, baby, right 'round 'round 'round.

The Cool- Yes..my socks are smell-tastic...>.>

Alex- Sweetnes, indeed.
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Alright. Yesterday, I was having trouble in the mid day trying to post an update. Why? The stupid server is being...stupid. Grr. Any how, I wanted to pimp out Reise. He's developed a new message board. I like this new one better from the old Dissolved Girl. The colour scheme in his new one is awesome. It consists of black, grey, and orange! ORANGE! Annie loves orange..as you can tell, lol.

I have a good feeling about this attempt on a new message board. The Dissolved Girl just really didn't catch my fancy.

On a different note, and a sad note, I washed my bed sheets yesterday. No, that's not my point. My point is: I used our new laundry soap, and it smells really great. However, it smells like a man's cologne....and left me to sleep in depression. I felt soooo lonely. Imagine girls, you're laying down in your bed, and you're single. You are missing a special someone, and you smell your sheets. It smells like him, but he's not there to cuddle you to sleep.

T_T Annie was very alone, depressed, and longing for a hug. I almost cried. So yeah...that's all I have for today.
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Saturday, February 5, 2005

Alex...rocks my socks.
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Friday, February 4, 2005

Don't you love having younger brothers/siblings/demons/monsters/whateveryoucallthems, and you have to be the one to wake them up at 6:30 am? Then, after you go back to your bedroom to go back to sleep, you hear your mother/father/demon/monster/whateveryoucallthem yelling at the youngens to get up and take the dog out. That's always the best. It's a reassurance that you won't get to sleep for another half hour. In the case that, after that half hour, you might not be able to go back to sleep.

Yes, splendid. I just woke up actually XD I went through all of that this morning, but me being the dead when I sleep, I was able to go back to sleep after they left for school. But it's still annoying that I have to interrupt my sleep to hear all of that in the morning! *shakes fist* I mean, I wouldn't sleep in so late if I didn't have to go through that routine. Meh..

I need music *listens to the Ditty Bops* ^.^ I love Alex for introducing me to the Ditty Bops. So, what happened in the past 24 hours...Well, I was in the Adventure Arena (where else would you find me?) and I checked out the Inn to see what was shakin'. To my utter surprise, I found 6~! RPGs that didn't contain a thread rating! SIX! And there were at least two members who know the rules, yet posted their story without a rating. How ignorant is that? Then, beyond me, members who know darn well about the threads that have no rating will be closed, sign-up for the story anyway. Why would you do that, I can't figure it out. I know you can always cut and paste, but it's just a waste of time to get your character up twice.

It's funny, I saw this later in the afternoon yesterday. Earlier that morning, I reported one thread that was there..and it was only that thread, which had been posted for a couple of days now. Then, a few hours later, there had magically appeard five more. Haha..I just found that funny.

Speaking of stories, I wanted to clear something on one of mine; The Bikini Bandits. First off, if you haven't read it, please do so. You will thoroughly enjoy it. Secondly, on the last page, you'll notice something rather disturbing. Drix D'Zanth posted a flame post on me. Now, don't get your panties/or boxers/or whities in a bunch. It was planned. We were extremely bored the other night, and he wanted to spice up the place. I was alright with it. The original plan was to keep up the joke for a day, to see what he calls "Annie Fans" would do.

However, when it comes to something I take pride in, and cradle it like a child, I couldn't do it. I chickened out. I was afraid of my thread being closed. I would be so sad..So, I wrote up a seventh chapter (which would have been posted soon anyway) and let everyone know it was just a joke. In the begining of my post, I flamed Drix for flamming me. Then Chapter 7 was posted, and at the conclusion of my post, I let the cat out of the bag.

However, at the same time I did this, Alex (Siren) was posting his reply to Drix's post. I tried to tell him that it was a joke, and I already posted..but he was in the middle of his post, and was so excited about it..I just couldn't force him to stop XD It's great to read, it makes me blush.

Back to the story, I'm really loving the way it's coming along. The feeling I get when I write it out is just bliss. I feel that I've actually achieved my chi in writing this story. Now, I love writing RPG, and I'll do it whenever something catches my fancy, but The Bikini Bandits is just what I've needed. Alex pointed out (which I find flattering), that this is probably top-notch of my writing. I've really surpassed my own expectations with this story. And it's only going to get better with the addition of a darker, and slightly sinister, theme.

I'm very happy with it..very happy.
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Thursday, February 3, 2005

"The Pope hospitalized due to being flu-striken.."

That was the front page of yesterday's local newspaper. The man is still alive? That's what shocked me when I saw the paper.

Anyway, this past week and a half has been nerve-shredding for me. My oldest sister, as I told you before, had come to visit. Yeah, I was up for it. I enjoyed seeing her after so many years. And we finally got to spend quality time together; getting to know one another.

However, the more I hung out with her, the more I was getting agrivated (whether I spelled that correctly, I don't care) with her presence. Is that horrible of me to say? If so, sorry, I can't help it. She's a replica of my mother. Not exact, but pretty damn close. I went out to lunch with a guy friend the other day, and like my mother, she was all up in my business. Like, she kept questioning me what I was going to wear, what I was going to do with the little hair I have, do I like this guy friend more than a friend..need I say more? So, I go out to eat lunch with the guy. I have a pretty good time. The food wasn't all too great, but we had a good time. Nothing more than friends having lunch together. I come home, and she's on my back about it.

Now, if you don't know me; I'll give you something to remember: If I have something to say, I'll go up to you and say it. That pertains greatly to my personal affairs. If I want you to know something, I'll tell you. Sorry if that sounds blunt and bitchy, but that's how I've learned to handle situations and feelings. It's saved me alot of pain...

Any how..I get annoyed very easily. Very easily. It's a bad habit of mine, but something I can't shake off. I've tried, really..but it won't go away. So, keeping this in mind, my sister constantly comes up to me and asks me "wassup". Now, it will be fine the first time, or twice. But it will be like every five minutes. She keeps asking the same questions over again..and it crawls over me. I can't stand it. This falls back on what I said earlier; if I want you to know something, I'll let you know.

I'm glad she's leaving to California in about..eight hours. Is that bad of me to say? Probably, but..there's so much more behind the writing that I cannot explain. Perhaps I'm too anti-social. Who knows?

Anyway, on some sort of happier note, the sixth chapter of The Bikini Bandits is up in the OB Anthology. Actually, this is a much happier note from me. This happens to be my pride and joy on the OB. I think I have every right to be proud of it. Anyways, continuing ^_^..Chapter 6 is the start of a new journey. The idea I have in my mind is going to carry out over many chapters. It will throw the Bandits into a more serious situation, and darker intentions..not just from the Bandits, but from the baddy. There's also another thing about this "saga", I'm focusing on someone else as the main character instead of mine. I mean, I've included all of my Bandits, but I still felt that I've taken the spotlight. This time, I'm going to take the sidelines..sort of. But that's all you're getting on that. The rest, you'll just have to read from the story as it continues.

Well, that's all for now..before I get on another rampage.
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Wednesday, February 2, 2005

Ugh..one more day. Just one more fucking day.

And I'll be able to write you all a real update.

One more day.
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