Annie Fancypants

Boston Foxy.. And the Boston girls are pretty…They have...

Wed, 22 May 2013 00:03:58 -0400

Boston Foxy..

And the Boston girls are pretty…They have like, perfectly shaped eyebrows, dark eyes, strong legs and long flowing hair. AND they have Dunkin Donuts on EVERY STREET AND 7-11 convenience stores. I remember TWO things very well from my childhood. The 3’ long bubble gum ropes wrapped in cellophane from the 7-11 stores and the same type of donut I would get from Winchell’s (Ok so, I diverted from the Dunkin Donuts theme. But, in my defense, they hadn’t been invented when I was that little.)

And so as easygoing as I am, I got a little “derp” going on this morning. Picture this: enter building from the North side, take an elevator to the 4th floor and go to your seminar. Now- next day, enter building from East side, take an elevator to the 4th floor and have it be a completely different layout? WTF?? I thought, hmmm I thought I was certain I was on the fourth floor yesterday?? So, I proceeded to go on every floor the elevator had a button for. No luck. So, ride the elevator all the way back down and bug the concierge or building waiter.( Whatever you call them) He said,”Oh, you’re in the wrong building. You took the wrong elevators.” I’m like what? It’s all the same building, how did I get to the wrong building when all I did was take the wrong set of elevators. Talk about feel dumb. I didn’t even know it was possible to be in the “wrong” building, even though when you walk in one door you see the same fricking other door you entered, with the same building number address..yeah…um, I’m ready to come home to not confusing stuff. But first, a 6 hour plane ride with a rented blanket? Yes, please.

and all I heard was, “blah blah blah blah blahhhhh,...

Tue, 21 May 2013 01:06:36 -0400

and all I heard was, “blah blah blah blah blahhhhh, BLAHHHH”.

I need a beach, my old skim board and some sun. That’s all...

Wed, 15 May 2013 15:44:00 -0400

I need a beach, my old skim board and some sun. That’s all I want right now.

The words below are not marked by careful distinction and they...

Wed, 15 May 2013 03:06:00 -0400

The words below are not marked by careful distinction and they are deficient in discernment.

Look at her with eyes like a flame. For the one that feels it the most.

And I feel that time’s a wasted. So would you even care?

There’s no consolation when the intoxication is gone.

Life: a reaction to emptiness; with brains that could explain any feeling.

Be the ocean, where I unravel, like it’s a big deal.

Love: a reaction to some soft skin. I wear my heart upon my sleeve.

Speaking one thing and meaning another. If I had my fancies, I would choose to never hear again.

Walking in and the pressure surrounds me and then a weightlessness I am fond of.

Carry me home, put me to bed. Leave me alone. It’s all in my head.

Not one star was out tonight, just a stifling blanket of obscure.

And I’m mad at me for this.

Beauty is no quality in things themselves: It exists merely in the mind which contemplates them; and each mind perceives a different beauty- David Hume

Wasteful.

Tue, 14 May 2013 15:11:00 -0400

I feel like the best years of my life are passing me by. And I’m standing here watching it and allowing it.

What do I mean? It means it sucks when you want something you can’t have.

Fear and Danger; It’s Subjective I looked out my window this...

Sun, 12 May 2013 15:11:00 -0400

Fear and Danger; It’s Subjective

I looked out my window this morning. At the highest branch at the top of a birch tree was a little dark-eyed junko. The wind was swaying the tree back and forth and the junko was not phased, as if to be enjoying the ride. Fear and danger; it’s subjective to each of us, isn’t it? The fog rolled in quickly, engulfing tree tops and sky line and it mattered not to Junko.

I have this recurring dream, more of a feeling actually. It’s this bizarre feeling that’s almost kind of oddly indescribable. It’s a very elusive dream. I can usually only barely remember any of it. I’m in a home which appears to be mine. And it’s sort of this noble home, with interior embellished with demure classiness. One thing I remember as clear as a bell every time: looking out a window into a dark gray day, there is always beautiful green foliage surroundings. Seems like there were always delicate pinks and shades of purple in the landscape. And I can even see the dew. It’s sort of a dismal dream because it leaves me feeling lost or uncertain and confused. I guess I always wondered what it meant and how did it apply to me?

So I lay here and some days it’s good to be me. My bed is perched up next to a large sliding glass door. So I like to say, one of my bedroom walls is just glass. I’m staring out into my back yard and I hear the creek, I hear the birds, many of which are the little dark-eyed junkos I love so well. I see the dark sky illuminating the world outside and the contrasting green flittering leaves in the wind. As I stare at the blossoms of my rhododendron I see furry bumble bees climbing nimbly on the papery buds and I’m realizing this may be some sort of demonstrative realization that the unsolicited dream I’ve had for years has unfolded before my eyes and for some strange reason my eyes are welling up.

This morning I stepped outside into the quiet, my feet gripping the damp stone beneath me and my bare legs were not gnawed by an unpleasant cold. Rather, there was a humid comfortable warmth to the air but it was still a climate that if you were to linger in, it would become chilling. It’s days like this that I realize even though I love the sunshine and heat, I could not live in happiness without my dark days. There is something to me so necessary about the elements perceived as gloom, that balances my desire for the things I want with what I actually need.

I lay here and think about yesterday, and I am reminded of the sadness I felt as one of my friends disclosed heavy-hearted stories. I know what it is like to be stuck in a compounded situation you can’t imagine getting out of. And your alternatives are frightening and you don’t know if you have the shrewdness to follow through and make a change. But, I noticed the twinkle in her eye was gone and she was broken. You can’t even fathom all of the intricacies to the problem. It’s not just one. There’s always more problems than we see. There is never a simple solution. So I stood there, sort of helpless and I don’t like that. I don’t like not being able to help. Offering an ear doesn’t seem so helpful and I’m not a touchy feely person, but I had to give her a hug because you know what, I’ve been there and I know that whatever decision is made, unfolds a series of even more unpleasant events. But the only words of solace I could think of were, hey I’m here. My life isn’t perfect, but it isn’t so bad and I’ll be here for you, if you need anything.

And I love purging my feelings out like this; writing them down to make them go away. I’m getting rid of the clutter that fills the meninges. I imagine sticky little times new roman letters in different font sizes sticking in the crevices of the gray matter.

Ah, I need to breathe a sigh of reprieve.

Some of my more light-hearted observations: I can’t wear white t shirts. I bought a brand new banana republic t shirt and I’ve worn it TWICE and last night when I was removing a wine cork with my CO2 cartridge wine opener it pretty much shot a shitload of red wine out in a little explosion. I didn’t care that my hoodie got douched in wine, but I breathed a sigh of relief after a few choice words, that it didn’t get on my T-shirt. Well, me being the lightweight that I am, fell asleep in front of the tv and when I woke up to the recurring music of Hadaway’s “Baby Don’t Hurt Me” from Night at the Roxbury, I slithered downstairs to bed. This morning as I looked in the mirror at my rumpled clothing I passed out in, HEYYYY LOOK PURPLE DOTS OF WINE. DAMNIT YOU DEVIANT GRAPE GODS!!! WHY???? So now I wait with bated breath that the stain remover I applied to my $9.00 t-shirt will get rid of the error-apparent drink snafu.

And I dropped my phone on my ankle this morning. How do you drop a phone on your ankle? It’s not at the bottom and it’s not at the top. It was like some physics- air bending move. I guess my phone has mad-skillz and a vendetta against me.

So, I don’t know a whole lot, but I have learned if you don’t have proper tools for a job, you’re pretty much sunk from doing a good job. And the term tools can be metaphorical. I mean it could literally mean a tool or a perfected skill. Nonetheless I have been trying to sand a nightstand and I couldn’t help but notice what a pain in the ass this is. I was burning through this sandpaper, stopping occasionally to refold it into a little square and or get a new piece and then I looked at the wrapper- apparently I’m supposed to have a neat little tool the sandpaper attaches to. Hey that would be handy. Now I’m going to have to go buy a little wood block to attach the sandpaper to so that I can sand a bigger wood block. And I need to buy some stain that isn’t ugly as sin. I tried out the can I had and ew. Looks like I’ll be sanding THAT stain off. Just seems like it would be cheaper and less frustrating to go to the store and buy a new cheapass nightstand.. Oh but wait, I’d have to assemble that. Nevermind. I’ll just keep sanding…

I love you mom, wherever you are.

My life is dictated by the emotion I can’t control.

Wed, 08 May 2013 10:20:23 -0400

My life is dictated by the emotion I can’t control.

It’s going to be a good day, it’s going to be a good...

Mon, 06 May 2013 09:40:29 -0400

It’s going to be a good day, it’s going to be a good day, it’s going to be a good..sigh..day.

I hate being torn. I truly believe ignorance is bliss. Time for Annie to tune out.

I dunno.

This is the Mazz Attack video I made. Coincidently, I entertain...

Sun, 05 May 2013 15:06:00 -0400

This is the Mazz Attack video I made. Coincidently, I entertain myself easily. Case and point: this video. I wanted to watch my dog squirrel around under the blanket. I really wanted to see a blanket blob move around on the floor. It’s not as cool as the Cat Wearing Shark Suit While Riding a Roomba post from a couple days ago, but I’m an equal animal breed opportunist. I had to represent the canines. Anyway, I find my nerd laugh annoying, but there’s nothing I can do about it. Ehhh ehhh ehhh ehhh. I’d like a cooler laugh, please. I wish I could find those for sale on the store shelf somewhere. Like a little pellet you could swallow to give you the pleasant on the ears light laugh of a babbling brook. But me? I get stuck with the ehhh ehhh ehhh (Is she choking or laughing, I can’t tell?)

It’s crazy what warm weather does to the residents of Port Angeles. You could be getting beaten in an alley with a medieval flail, but by golly if it’s sunny and warm, we’ll have smiles on our faces while getting beaten. It’s such a rarity to have awesome weather here. I busted out my board shorts and just about posted a facebook status that read “Got my board shorts on muthaf*ckas!!”. It’s just THAT exciting.

I actually was going to post my new favorite song “Out of My League” by Fritz and the Tantrums. Where’d they come from? Pandora just plopped them on to my phone yesterday and the song has been stuck in my head for 24 hours. It’s a feel-good song and it definitely matches the sunshine hitting the top of my head today. ITS ALREADY 70 DEGREES, MAN!! You just don’t know how crazy that is here in the land of perpetual rain.

I’ll post the song for you later. You will enjoy it. Unless you’re a heartless tool, in which case, STOP READING MY BLOGS!!! BASTARDSSSS. NO SONG FOR YOU! (In my best soup nazi accent.)

I was thinking a bit ago that, man, life is meant to be good and simple. It’s only me that has to make things so hard on myself. It’s true I sometimes am preoccupied with wanting things a certain way that I forget to enjoy life. It seems like a simplistic ignorant approach, but damn I’m tired of being sad for no reasonable reason.

I had a good visit with three old friends yesterday. Girls- we’re shortchanged. We were every bit as raunchy as any man could be. It’s funny and good how you haven’t seen somebody for years, but sit down, order a ddrink(ooh, I slurred there) and talk like you just saw them yesterday. We were real, no false pretense, no heir of superiority, but perhaps I came off a tad neurotic; which is totally normal in my book. It’s more of a benchmark measure. Like, how neurotic are you?? Oh yeah, you’re that neurotic..I’m only a pinch neurotic. Hey how many more times can I use that word in this paragraph? One more time would be mass neurotic.

Ok. Well I need to go for two reasons 1) I’m on the couch typing and it’s 70 outside!! I need to be outside and 2) my laptop battery is almost kaputz..

Bye

If you stare into the sky long enough, you’ll find a star....

Fri, 03 May 2013 01:30:02 -0400

If you stare into the sky long enough, you’ll find a star. I did.

And I like when you look up into the sky and it changes from dark blue, to periwinkle to amber to sherbet orange. And the lighter the sunset horizon gets, the smaller your eyes dilate. Then you look back to the dark blue and the little white diamond in the dark blue looks that much more animated and iridescent.

You keep going; putting one foot in front of the other. No matter what. Just keep going. And eventually it gets easier until you either get there or flop over like a fish that’s jumped to its death.

I thought maybe I saw a shooting star, too. Really, I did. And then it made me feel bad for being too lazy to stay up and get out of bed to look for the meteor shower. Someday I will camp under the stars and do nothing but look up into the night sky blue and watch the stars play.

Gumshoe. Space junk. I wonder if I saw space junk. I’m going to believe it was a star.

I can’t not re-blog this. Cat gifs/ memes are probably...

Thu, 02 May 2013 02:56:17 -0400

I can’t not re-blog this. Cat gifs/ memes are probably responsible for 90% release of all feel-good endorphins. Lol..ohhh look, how cute! a cat dressed as a shark on a roomba!

I know this must get a little annoying- me with all the songs,...

Thu, 02 May 2013 00:12:25 -0400

I know this must get a little annoying- me with all the songs, lately. Can’t help it. Always with the clicking of the arrow and listening to about 8 seconds and then thinking, “Meh, this isn’t my style.”

Well, I quite happen to like this song. Seems optimistic. I’m optimistic. I feign pessimism…or do I? I dunno. It’s an inner struggle. I want to hope for the best. I want to be happy. It’s my human nature.

I once knew somebody that thought nobody was entitled to happiness and it was just a grand delusion. You look around you, and I suppose that is true. It’s hard to find good, isn’t it?

I know. I know all I need. (Coincidently, I’m looking at my dog and I know what she thinks she needs. She’s looking at me like she wants to go outside and run amok. She sees I’ve got my tennis shoes on and she is gailing out. Joke’s on you, doggy. You stay here.)

Ok, well. I’m just going to replay replay replay and be optimistic.

…she could.

blogs from yesteryear or yesterweek, who knows. free agent. you...

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 10:04:01 -0400

blogs from yesteryear or yesterweek, who knows.

free agent.

you can think about that hiccup in tapestry in front of you everyday, but it ripples itself further and further away from you, even though you try or don’t try to pull it tighter towards you, depending on how badly you want to get caught up in your own thoughts that day.

And comfort is found in the unlikeliest places. Isn’t that the truth? It’s temporary, but it’s still comfort.

And we do or don’t put our necks on the line. It’s always a matter of pride.

say something, or hold it in?

Do I just let go and forget about it?

yeah

I hate pride. i hate fear. i find those two things irritating.

Is that hypocritical of me? sure.

sticking my obscene finger up at the universe, laying my head on the ground, there’s somewhere else i’d rather be.

I PRACTICE POOR GRAMMAR ON PURPOSE

Pleasantly ominous.. Kill your doubt. (I love that. I love that...

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 19:30:00 -0400

Pleasantly ominous..

Kill your doubt. (I love that. I love that phrase, “Kill your doubt”)

Meet me here
On November 11th, come alone
Bring your mouth
and selective irreverence
We’ll both see stars. Just…
One more tongue kiss before
the sky it falls
out from this cloud we’re
hovering on
A kiss to send us off! A kiss to send us off! A kiss to send us off!
Kill your doubt
With the coldest of weapons; confidence
No more words
Just the sound of resplendent
tongues colliding
One more tongue kiss before
the sky it falls out from this cloud we’re
hovering on!
A kiss to send us off! A kiss to send us off! A kiss to send us off!
Here I am
There you are
On the wire connecting our hearts
There’s a string, that is tied, to a kite.
There’s a storm, in the sky
Now the clouds become electric
There you are
Here I am
Could I…
Have a…
kiss to send us off? A kiss to send us off! A kiss to send us off! A kiss to send us off!

Don’t let the days go by. laissez les cartes tomber où...

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 03:12:47 -0400

Don’t let the days go by.

laissez les cartes tomber où ils peuvent

……..sigh

restlesslochness: I happen to know one follower that will think...

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 15:44:32 -0400

restlesslochness:

I happen to know one follower that will think this is funny. So, this one is for you!

Total potty mouth, I know. This is me telling you hey, just...

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 02:14:54 -0400

Total potty mouth, I know. This is me telling you hey, just forget what the words actually mean if they offend you and listen to the emotion, instead.

I could get caught up in all the imagery Wicked Games elicits. But, I think it’s pretty obvious it’s relating to or consisting in the gratification of the senses or the indulgence of the appetite. Does it recall anything to mind for you, if you have been so lucky? Or do you ideate something you haven’t had the luxury of having?

That’s what I love about words and analytical interpretation. Words could mean anything. What do they mean?

Slow, twisted, falling, flowing, tender, smooth.

Vigorous, dreamy, somnorific

Genius.

It’s Friday and I don’t think I’m going to get...

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 15:45:41 -0400

It’s Friday and I don’t think I’m going to get nearly as much accomplished this weekend as I had planned. But, that’s ok, because I’m going to have a whole lot of fun, instead.

Talk about a bizarre, busy, taxing week. Thank God it’s Friday. If I could have one look stuck on my face for the rest of my life- it would be a furrowed brow, ”WTF are you talking about?” look. That sums up my contempt for stupidity in which I find a majority of the populace possesses.

Newsflash, dumbass.. I don’t understand why non-dummies, such as myself, have to go around writing disclaimers for morons, such as yourself. For instance, the tin foil lid on my Jello says, “Pull”. No shit? Jeez, I was wondering how I was going to get the Jello goodness inside the container into my mouth….

It just seems like ignorance is growing more rampant, and due to the dilution of intelligence and a complete, disregard for life, I think one day the world is going to just bottom-out. Are we there yet?

yeah…that JUST happened. :D

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 15:28:52 -0400

yeah…that JUST happened. :D

w-3-r-k: I KNOW THIS DOESNT MATCH MY BLOG TYPE BUT...

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 02:42:48 -0400

w-3-r-k:

I KNOW THIS DOESNT MATCH MY BLOG TYPE BUT IT’S NECESSARY