Three little blogs...

Attempt 1:
I just deleted the blog that you are supposed to be reading. Don't fret... it was boring and basically consisted of the various reasons why I will most likely be "written up" tomorrow at work for missing my shift on Friday (called in sick) and a no-call-no-show on Saturday (opps). I am over it. So, like I said, don't fret.

Attempt 2:
So I just deleted the other half of the second attempt at a blog.
Summary:

• Are there any bars that are casual (but not dives), girly (but not lesbian), nice (but not expensive)?
• Champagne+pomegranate juice is Delicious, with a capital "D". Sharing a bottle with your best friends, while reading a Cosmo magazine is even better.
• After hanging around Lauren's brother and his high school friends, I realized that I would not repeat high school, even for a million dollars.

Attempt 3:

I bought the last of my Christmas gifts today. I left the house for 3o minutes and spend $50. Most of which was spent refueling the ancient beast of warped metal and plastic to which I am a slave. The Toyota will be the death of checking account.

Right now I am looking at a sky mall magazine. Mostly because its the only magazine that I could find in the disaster I call my bedroom. I don't have enough energy to read a book right now. Has anyone actually ever purchased something from Sky Mall? I felt quite ridiculous taking off the plane with me. I slipped it into my bag discreetly, hoping no one would catch this grievous act.

Since this blog has no theme or plot I might as well let you know that I am pretty sure that any day now, my laptop is going to explode into a thousand pieces then maybe morph into a laser shooting squid which will demolish my existence. No, but seriously, it has started playing this fun game with me where it just turns off with no warning. Yeah, it doesn't even have the decency to flash the blue screen of death. Just blackness. s

I just layed down on the carpet, next to the heater... sleepy! It's so warm... I should go to bed. Must wake at 5:30 am.

Goodnight Internet.

Christmas Delight

So, its 1 am and I am shopping in bed. Ordering who knows what for anyone. Do you need anything? Really, though? I find it silly that we all get stressed over what to buy, whom to buy for, how much to spend, when most of us don't need much at all. Sure, I could use a blender or a toaster oven or a new camera; but, really I don't need anything. How did Christmas turn into a huge money swap. That's really all we are doing, transferring money (in material form) from one person to another. I would rather just spend the day with friends and family.

It is possible that I feel this way because I listened to Christmas music for 8 hours today! (at work). Actually, I have listened to it for 8 hours each day since Monday. This is problematic since most of the customers who shop at the La Jolla Trader Joe's are Jewish as well as the fact that it drives me insane. Don't get me wrong, I love Bing Crosby while I am decorating the tree and drinking coco from my beloved Santa mug, just not at work for 8 hours each day.

p.s.
I am broke. Christmas +UCSD+gas to drive to La Jolla everyday = no money for Anna.

I hate school. I want to drop out. It's not worth the stress. It's making me tired, sad, burdened and for what? A piece of paper saying I did the required reading? That I memorized enough dates to prove my intelligence on a multiple choice exam? That I bullshitted enough papers to get out of English class? Is is really worth it? All of that work, just to start over again at new job where once again I have to prove my intelligence, my worth and value as a human. Why can't we just respect one another for who we are? Why must we include institutions into our biographies? I want to be me, Anna, not Anna who went to UC whatever you call it.

I want to travel the world and be a photographer. I want to run far away with him and be free from advertisements that tell me what to do, how to
think and that you are only pretty if you are skinny, have perfect skin and a muscular body. All I want is my own dark room. To hide from the ugly in the world. A place to bathe in contrast, darkness and light, all at once