Wanna know something depressing?

Well, Probably the most depressing thing I've read thus far is the 100 pages about the Great Famine in Ireland. Not only is the fact that 100 COPIED pages (2 book pages per 1 copied page) to read is depressing, but the graphic detail into which the author went concerning conditions of those people in Ireland. I mean, she described the exact effects typhus, dysentery and a mixture of the two will have on your system, the squalid conditions found in the "coffin ships" which emigrants from Ireland sailed in, and the extreme misery faced by those people in the 1840's and 1850's. I mean, you wanna get somber? Read that for some really fascinating, yet horribly depressing information about the horrible conditions humans will attempt to endure in.

Weird thing I've Seen In Austin #936421806213:
A very normal-looking guy walks down Guadalupe with his unicycle in hand, then stops, gets on, and pedals away down the rest of the street

Free Food is Good!

Today I discovered a meal place that is worthy of the image of college life: the Jester 2nd Floor Dining Hall. For 3 bucks, you get all you can eat, and it's not too bad. I'm thinking that I'll just eat there and treat myself to a-la-carte sushi and other yummy things every so often. But when I go home, I'm stocking up on RAMEN! It's true what they say, that you know you're a college freshman if all you eat is ramen. But I figure I can bend that rule by eating a hearty meal a day, and then when it comes time to the end of the year, I can pay my way to a-la-carte heaven! heheh... and I most definitely understand the whole "free food is awesome" dynamic now. I mean, when people GIVE you food, you don't have to spend money on food... you can spend money on.... SUSHI! or.... ICE CREAM! *ahem* not that I do any of that *ahem* Anyway, I am starting to wonder at my English Major choice, due to the amount of reading my professor assigns and the amount of writing that I have to do for that course. I don't dislike the reading, it's just a huge quantity, and I don't dislike writing the papers, I just dislike writing them on short notice. However, reading is very fun, geology is fun for non-majors, and I do believe I'm going to take a nutrition class next semester to fulfill my other science requirement.

8 A.M. Labs for Geology suck. But if your TA is from Asturias, Spain, things can get a little interesting. But anyway, if at all possible, avoid any classes prior to 10 A.M. Sleep is the friend of the college student.... *repeat to self 3 times and then zonk out on the bed*

It seems that I published the same post about 3 times! Now that that's remedied, I have just eaten probably the best non-gourmet sushi I think I ever have. I went to Madam Mam's on the Drag, but turns out I didn't have any cash with me. So I headed over to the Texas Union, found a pretty big line, but was able to get some sushi. Maybe between Japanese and Greek food I'll survive the year! Now all I gotta do is correct my paper for Irish-American Lit, read for Geology, and transcribe my notes! Plus, tomorrow I have my first lab session for Geo, at the ungodly hour of 8 AM.

What being a college freshman is REALLY like:

Well, I'm beginning my first complete week of classes, and I'm feeling physically sick from the homesickness. It wasn't really too poignant or overwhelming until now. But therein lies my plan. I figure: anytime I get homesick, I'll just immerse myself in my studies and try to completely forget about anything other than work. And so far it's worked, I guess. I wrote a paper for Irish American Lit last night, after reading the *ahem* 100 copied pages (since it was photocopied, there were 2 book pages per 1 copied page) and I wasn't able to read for Geology. But I also went out with Irvine to the "Hot Sauce Festival" and because it was too damn hot to wait in lines for food and stuff, we walked over to Jamba Juice and got smoothies :) He's a very good friend and he's able to help me forget homesickness for a little while. But then both of us had assignments to finish. Anyway, I'd better get going to my Intro to Archaeology class, so I can get a good seat.

Follow-up to the UT experience

Well, day 2 of college life comes to a close soon, and what a tiring day it has been! I got up around 8 and then went to the bank, where I waited in line forever, only to be told that I didn't have my account number on my deposit slip. So, I went back to the dorm, got the account number, and checked out my schedule and everything. I found out where two of my four classes are held, and let me tell you, I don't think I've ever walked this much in one day. After walking around all morning I went back to the dorm and spent 2 hours just chatting with Carol. It's amazing how alike we are. She's very nice and studious and friendly, exactly what I need in a roommate. :) I just start classes the day after tomorrow and I hope

Moooooved into San Jac with a heavy heart.

Ok, so my parents just left my dorm about 1/2 an hour ago, and I'm already homesick. I have never seen my dad cry, but he did when we had to say goodbye. My mom had been crying all day in anticipation. I had tried not to cry all day, and not be afraid of leaving my parents and siblings, but I almost started bawling as I trekked up to my room. I just hope the loneliness and homesickness gets better, and that I can come home pretty often. It's amazing that I'm so close to my family at this age. I mean, most people want their kids to leave, or they want to get rid of their parents, but not me. If UTB was actually a good place with competitive students, I wouldn't hesitate to go. But UT is THE place to be of all the UT branches.

My roommate seems very nice and sweet, just as I'd hoped, and she brought her sister, dad, and boyfriend to help her move her stuff. I'm going to help them arrange stuff, just to make it easier for them and stuff. So tonight is my first night alone at the university, and I've got plenty of stuff to do before classes start on wednesday. I have to be sure to deposit my money in the bank, order a book for my Intro to Ancient Egypt course, and figure out where the heck all my English books are. (They haven't come into the bookstore, apparently). Well, here goes nothing.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Paul Hamm won the GOLD MEDAL in All-Around Gymnastics!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Absolutely CRAZY! He did a crummy vault in the third round, then went on to kick ass in parallel bars and high bar. The Korean guy who came in second looked so devastated, though. I think I've got a Paloma-like obsession with the Hamm twins. (You know, her whole obsession with her "hotness" Orlando Bloom?) The Hamm twins are beautiful, muscular, fabulously talented human beings... and Ian Thorpe too... hehehe... the Olympics are great for everything: watching world-class sports you'd never watch otherwise (gymnastics? synchronized diving? weight lifting? badmitton?), showing very very very very beautiful men in very flattering leotards and speedos, and exciting comebacks and underdog victories. Got to love 'em. :) Go team USA!

I went to the public Library and saw Mrs. Wiley there. Gads do I miss her. She was like a mentor to me for such a long time, but I'm glad she's happy and has a better job for her than what she had at St. Joe. I have to go back tomorrow, because I need to give her Sofia's birthday present (since I'm not going to be here when the little girl turns 2!). She was actually the person who inspired me to perhaps pursue library science while or after I get a Ph.D. in English. I would love to be a librarian in the foreign service for awhile, and then maybe settle down as either a professor or a librarian when I'm done globetrotting.

College is 2 more days away! AAAH!

Yes, that's right folks, I leave for UT Austin in a full 2 days. Friday morning I must be packed and in the car for the drive up. I officially move in between the hours of 8:00 and 11:59 PM. I think my mom wants me to spend the night alone in the dorm (my roommate doesn't move in till Sunday), but my dad said I could stay at the hotel! We're going to eat at Stubbs Barbeque (thanks for the recommendation, Ferni!) in celebration of Johnny's birthday (which is on the first day of classes for me, but since I won't be in Brownsville, we celebrate it early. I'm hoping that I'll get along with my roommate and that I can do well in my classes. I even may get pumped up to start swimming again! (No influence from the Olympics or anything, yeah?) Or maybe Tae-kwon-do. Who knows?

In Today's Thoughts

I got my hair cut on Saturday, and it looks really cute. It's a bob sort of cut, but the ends are razored rather than super flat. I like it, but I can't EVER replicate how nice it looked when the stylist did it. I tried blow drying it and then straightening it with an iron, but it's still puffy, and the ends curl. :( Oh well, maybe I can learn how to dry my own hair so that it doesn't look all weird.

I've been listening to some really mellow and artsy folksy songs:

1. Danny Boy (my fave version is by Sinead O'Connor, though I don't like her at all)
2. Fields of Athenry (By Paddy Reilly)
3. You Raise Me up (They had the song in closing at the Olympics last night)


By the way, did anyone see synchronized diving for men yesterday? It was so cool! At the very end, the Chinese screwed up, the Russians screwed up, and the US screwed up. Not like there was any pressure on our divers or anything, but if they had done a decent dive, they could've won gold. But Greece did, and it was ok. The cuban guys were very very very attractive in their speedos, I might add. In fact, virtually all the male swimmers, gymnasts, and divers look very very good in tight leotards/swimsuits :) Not like I'm paying particular attention or anything (*ahem* I'm going to marry both of the Hamm twins *ahem). Ah well. I love the Olympic games. Women's gymnastics tonight! wee!

Olympiadas!

Watched the Olympic Opening Ceremonies on Friday night.... WOW!!!!! Every olympic year, it's hard to imagine how they surpass the opening ceremonies, but every year the subsequent ceremonies get better and better. Yesterday, I watched the Male gymnastics and swimming competitions.... SHENANAGINS!!!!!! Those athletes have some talent... and the Hamm twins on Team USA Gymnastics are BEAUTIFUL human beings....
However, the commentators during the Opening ceremonies pissed me off. They started talking and being the turdiest of all crapheads right in the middle of the Bjork song... i wanted to HEAR HER VOICE, not their stupid ones.... ah well.

"How do you face adversity and hardship and scary moments?"
"You do it by facing it the way you face traffic circles in Boston."
"How's that?"
"Closing your eyes, breathing deeply, turning the wheel, and praying to God those Mass-holes don't run you over."

Thanks to my older sister, Jen.

Hooray for Disorganization!

Well, apparently my future English teacher isn't very organized, because the booklist for my class is not on the Co-op website yet. All the others are, so I guess I'll just order those first, then wait and see what's up with the books I need for English. Sweet Jesus! They have the booklist on the English Departmental website, but not at the Co-op!?! Oh well, whatever.

Chronicle of an Eventful Day

As the title suggests, today was quite busy. As soon as I went to St. Joe to pick up Johnny and Paloma, I made the rounds to see most of the teachers. I said hi to Mr. Hickson, Mr. Gamez, Mr. Lerma and Ms. Davila. I was hoping to see Mrs. Prock so I could let her know I made a 5 on the AP English exam (not even Helen did that well, tee hee). I also said hi to a million little sophomores (now juniors... AHHH!). Oh well. Afterwards, we went over to the Ramirez's house for some sandwiches. We then saw the Princess Diaries. It was an amazing little kid movie and chick flick, but I am such a sucker for movies like that with happy endings. (You should see me devour all those gossip magazines my mom brings back from Spain. They have EVERYTHING you'd ever or never want to know about every single royal family in Europe). I also am a sucker for royalty, haute couture, and elegance. Roll that into a movie (minus a few of the etiquette rules that would never be broken in real life) and you get the Princess Diaries. And plus, Chris Pine is SEEEXY! He just needs a British accent for me to marry him. Just Kiddin'.

After the movie, we ordered pizza, and then I was introduced to a store I had seen a bajillion times before, but had never actually visited: Tuesday Morning. They've got really cute, mid-range quality goods for pretty cheap. I saw a little "tea for one" set like the one Mommy bought me at Target, but painted. This one was about 3 dollars more, so I'm inspired to maybe stencil the one I have in acrylic or something cute. They had really cute leatherbound journals, lots of classical cd's (and cheap! yay!), pretty candles, and fabulous (not very expensive) teas. They're also next to Goodwill, Big Lots!, and the Dollar Store, so I can maybe pick up some interesting things for cheap. I'm also inspired to visit Downtown and the indoor flea market on Boca Chica. This weekend, we're going with Anna and Gaby and their mom to Nikkori in Matamoros to officially celebrate Anna's birthday. Maybe we could go to the flea market, too. I'll probably see if I can go on Sunday, too.

Geez! I really get aggravated by my mom. Today Anna, Gaby, and Mrs. Ramirez came over to see my mom and to say hello, etc.,etc., and it turns out my mom wanted to give Mrs. Ramirez a present we had bought in Czech Republic: a beautiful Bohemian crystal napkin holder. Well, as my mom and I were unwrapping it in her closet, it slipped and shattered into a hundred pieces. Well, that instant, my mom looked at me with a look of such loathing and anger and aggravation that I started to cry. I mean, I know she doesn't understand my personality because a) she doesn't understand anything outside her own feelings and experiences, b) we're complete opposites of character, and c) she thinks anyone who doesn't have a "strong" (a.k.a. jerk-like) character is a weakling that deserves no notice or to be trampled upon. So there I sat as she went off to explain to Mrs. Ramirez how I had let the napkin-holder slip (When, in actuality, I was taking off the packing paper as she held it, then I went to grab it and it slipped) and how it was all over, how there was nothing left to be salvaged, but, oh! she could look at some of the fine workmanship from the bigger shards. I felt so crappy about it (not only because of my mom's influence, but because I really like Mrs. Ramirez, she's like an aunt to me) that I decided to give Mrs. Ramirez a Bohemian crystal jewelry bowl that was intended for me for Christmas. My mom of course did not object (not only b/c it wouldn't be polite to tell me, "no, that's for you for Christmas" in front of Mrs. Ramirez, but also because I think she felt that I deserved to give up my own christmas present after it being ENTIRELY my fault that the napkin holder broke). So here I am, with a mother who doesn't understand my personality, thinks me a weakling and a klutz, (she even cracked a joke to lighten the mood later on when Mrs. Ramirez told me "It's good luck to break a glass object" to which my mom responded "How many glasses did you break this summer, Annemarie?") and I think really might be happy, or maybe less angered, if I decided to vanish into thin air off the face of the planet.

Indeed

A grand total of 14 days await until classes start, and a little over a week before I'm moved into my dorm at Austin. I still have things to put together, buy, and organize before I go. I'm thinking of going downtown and to the flea market sometime soon and getting myself a few "new" items of clothing either to revamp or wear as is. Dillards has this BEAUTIFUL new collection of wife-beaters (a.k.a. grandpa tanks)in all different colors, with cute sequins around the neckline and a cute matching applique. I mean, RIT dye, stuff from Michaels or the flea market, a little ribbon, and I've got a fabulous new shirt for at least a quarter of what Dillards sells them for. not to mention now that ponchos are in style, the cute little shawl I'm knitting may do very well in terms of fashion and function this winter. I'm also thinking of heading over to Wal-Mart and picking up some great (and cheap) yarn, either cheneille or "homespun" as opposed to the really scratchy polyester stuff that is conventional yarn. Another "must" is a black tank top for a beautiful little bohemian paisley top I found downtown a few months ago. Drawback: it's very sheer material, so in the name of decency, I need a tank top. What else do I need?
I know!
- tweezers
- bookshelf
- fave books
- textbooks
- a few school supplies

I know there's more.

Went to the Ramirez's house today so that Paloma could help bathe Bruno and Nena. The house smelled of wet dog from then after. Wet Bruno + sticky flea collar = smelly smelly smelly house. I mostly watched "Trading Spaces" and the Food Network. I made this recipe the instant I got home. It ROCKS!!!!!! I didn't use brie though, I used regular Monterrey Jack cheese, and it came out FANTABULOUS! I was done in 20 minutes, too. Anyway, since tomorrow is Anna's birthday (and the first day of school for the St. Joeians) we decided that all of us would go see the new Princess Diaries movie tomorrow as soon as the girls got out of school.

Books

Looking back, I am quite amazed and often embarassed by the amount of pretentious moments I've had the past few years. I chide myself now for being so silly and naive to pretend that I was more knowledgeable than many other people. I wonder how many adults who knew me then mentally shook their heads when I made some assertion that was fantastically flawed. Although I might like to believe myself more special than anyone else, more cultured than anyone else, or generally superior to the rest of the human population with the exception of J.R.R. Tolkien, Albert Einstein and the Pope, I am repeatedly humbled by a book. For example, Myra asked me if I had read "A Clockwork Orange". That book has been sitting on my "To Read" list for ages, and I only know the jist of it from the Amazon.com blurb and a brief description told to me by a youth pastor. Much as I would love to be able to toss my head and say "Why, indeed darling, I read that book AGES ago" I can't say that. That brings me to thinking: There is ALWAYS someone more educated, knowledgeable, talented, and cultured than me. All I can do is continue to feed my genuine hunger for knowledge, and go at the pace I can handle. I can genuinely say that I have read books way above my level, felt sophisticated because of it, but completely missed the point (Or completely forgotten the point) because it simply wasn't the time for that particular book to impact me. However, I'll never know if I'm ready until I read the book the first time. I can always pick up the book again and see if I'm ready, but I'll never know if I'll be touched if I never read it in the first place.

Facts:

Exactly 15 days until classes start
Exactly 5 times my stomach has rumbled in the past hour
Exaclty 238 books sit on my shelves awaiting to be read
Exactly 7 boxes are coming with me to college filled with stuff
Exactly 13 rows remain to knit before I switch colors on my shawl
Exaclty 1 minute remains before I get up to go eat and then proceed to bed

I wish I lived 300 years ago

Every time I view a costuming website or read a book that details the daily life of people several hundred years ago, I get washed over with nostalgia, even though I've never lived in those times. I have this intense desire to live back then. I know life was very hard, dangerous, and short, but I think of the daily life of weaving, sewing, baking, cleaning, etc. and I would LOVE to know those skills that machines have taken away from us. Part of the reason I'm so interested in knitting and crocheting and sewing is because I know I so often take for granted owning several articles of clothing. As opposed to having one, completely handmade article, I have many many machine/sweatshop labor articles of clothing. I'm not complaining, it's just that I would love to be able to weave and embroider a blouse or skirt and know that I made it in its entirety. The intense amount of labor that went into those articles never ceases to amaze me. When I was in Vienna, we took a tour of the crown and ecclesiastical treasury. I was dumbfounded by the richness of the articles of clothing that the (fabulously wealthy) Austro-Hungarian empire owned. There were beautiful "Light" cloaks that took 10 women 6 years to complete! They were woven partially with gold thread and with colored silk threads, and then embroidered in the "couched" style, so as to make the embroideries relieved in 3-D. I'm willing to bet that virtually no one has the skills to do comparable work today.

The other day I picked several bolls of cotton from a field in San Benito when I went out on a motorcycle ride with Daddy. I was tuly amazed at the amount of seeds in a single boll, and I came to appreciate the labor that people (especially the slaves) had to perform before Eli Whitney invented his cotton gin. I would love to pick enough cotton to eventually weave myself a blouse or something. I would clean it, dye it with herb dyes, card it, spin it, weave it, then sew the resulting fabric into something really nifty. I really came to appreciate the beauty of fabric in Avoca, Ireland, when I saw one of the only remaining weaving mills that still used wooden looms. Granted, the looms are spiffed up so that the people only have to tug a rope and the thread runner goes swish-swish from side to side. Even with that, I can really see why something that has that much effort put into it costs 30 odd Euros.

Anyway, I guess the reason I want to double-major in history and English Literature is becuase I'm a history nut and I love imagining myself hundreds of years away. I love knowing and imagining the daily workings of life back then; I feel the dangers that a woman in that day and age faced, as well as the pleasures of domestic activities that are long-lost except in third-world countries and museums. Indeed, the reason I prefer knitting a shawl for myself rather than buying one is because I can appreciate and enjoy it much more than spending 40 dollars. But I didn't spin or card the polyester. I didn't shear the sheep that bore the wool that sits waiting to become a scarf. I didn't mix the herbs (or in this case, chemicals) that made the brilliant green dyes. I don't know how. Yet.

I guess I may send my mom into a frenzy when I tell her I'm going to work as a museum historian in England, or maybe that I'm working somewhere teaching the cultural history of the Czech Republic or Germany or Ireland or Spain or Luxembourg as a US Foreign service librarian, instructing American diplomats so that they know something about where they step in Europe. Or I may work as an historian at a Renaissance Faire checking to be sure that each and every costume and period piece is accurate. Frankly, I don't care about money so long as I can do the four things in life that keep me mentally secure and stable: reading books, learning new things, cooking food, and working crafty things with my hands. That's all I want. I promise.

Food is always good

Now that we have basic cable, the wonderful Food Network comes in!!!!!!!!!
That said, I am now inspired to make really yummy food for my family. I think some teriyaki chicken wings in homemade teriyaki sauce, and some chocolate-peanut butter truffle cupcakes are in store. I am also thinking of making a greek salad with feta cheese. I just hope everybody's hungry!

It's quite amazing. After seeing "The Village" I feel as though I've seen it or something like it before. Especially the whole "abandoned shed" deal. I can't remember or place where exactly it was, but I know i've seen something incredibly like it. Oh well. For those who have seen it, odd movie, yeah? For those who haven't, see it simply for the "what if's and why's" it provokes. Otherwise, don't really bother. It's not a spectacular "WOW!" blockbuster or anything. I found it interesting, from a historical perspective (as in, reproduction of attire and lifestyle, etc), and it is quite suspenseful at parts. I liked the music in it best. Well, I must go now to pick up my mommy and siblings from the airport. They get back from Spain tonight.

I won't delude myself anymore!

Apple (TM) Says:

"Here's to the crazy ones,
the misfits, the rebels,
the trouble makers.
The round pegs in the
square holes, the ones
who see things differently.
They're not fond of rules,
and they have no respect
for the status quo.
You can quote them,
disagree with them,
glorify or villify them.
About the only thing you
can't do is ignore them,
because they change things,
they push the human race
forward, and while some
may see them as the
crazy ones, we see genius.
Because the people who are
crazy enough to think they c
can change the world,
are the ones who do..."

Clarification:

This is my blog where I can be me. I will post what I choose to when I choose to. Hopefully, compliments and not criticism will ensue, but should there be criticism, I will accept it graciously and with efforts towards a better result. So if you don't like what I post, tell me. But as everyone, I have a right to my opinion, and in this case, I shall use it to its full potential. Thank you!

Romance

"The Sweetest Joy, the Wildest Woe, is Love." - Pearl Bailey


All I did today was stay inside, play Zelda: Oracle of Ages, and think.

What do I want of myself?
What do I want in a relationship?
How do I propose going about that?

Let's see: I want to be able to wake up in the morning without an ounce of shame or regret at being me. I want to be able to have enough self-respect to not be a clingy-obsessive girlfriend, should I choose to be in a relationship. I want to have the peace of mind that my parents wouldn't be ashamed of me if they knew who I was with, and what I was doing (Marriage would completely null that, of course). I need to reach and keep that sort of maturity where I don't have the psychological NEED to be with my (hypothetical) boyfriend. If I have a term paper due, I can concentrate on writing it instead of the guilt at not being with said hypothetical boy. Missing someone and not being able to be with them is very different than not WANTING to be with them. However, the adolescent million and a half hours on the phone that go along with that sort of immature relationship really doesn't appeal to me. I don't think it ever did, I guess I just let myself fall into that sort of routine because I didn't want to offend, or seem like I was disinterested (which I probably was, but I tried to keep the fact from the other person, and most especially from myself). To be able to hang up and say guiltlessly, "Sorry, I have to study/go to class/go to sleep/meet my parents/counsel a friend" would be a wonderful feeling... firstly, because it hasn't happened before, and also because it wouldn't measure the amount of affection I held for the opposite person, it would mean that there were other priorities at the moment that could not be ignored.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I simply long for a mature relationship. A relationship where physical intimacy is nice but not the substance. Where I can feel genuinely fulfilled simply by a nice conversation. Where I won't lie to myself and stay in the relationship out of guilt at hurting the person by breaking up with them. Where I don't have to always be the "pusher" in terms of the other person getting stuff done. Where a future is possible but by no means certain, nor will I delude myself into believing a future is there at *ahem* 3 months of dating. Where we are equals in our values and goals in life. I mean, I have dreams and fantasies about the "perfect guy" and granted, some things I could go without (such as: British accent, blue eyes, Lord of the Rings appreciation, etc.) and not cry myself to sleep over their nonexistence. However, there are some things I definitely cannot compromise.

I can go about this by actually being mature and rational about my expectations. I mean, I love the giddy, do-the-happy-dance feeling of having someone ask you out or tell you that they like you, etc, and there's no way I'd give that up for the world! Maturity for me is most definitely NOT a lack of fun :) It's just a lack of preadolescent mentalities and actions that make 7th grade relationships what they are. For the record, there IS a capability of a 17 year old to lapse into 13 year old frames of mind where relationships are concerned.

That's basically what I want for me. Although I might want and yearn for the giddiness and fun of a relationship as I begin college, I know that until said childishness is removed from my brain, my studies have to be FIRST and FOREMOST in my mind. Who am I kidding? If I have sex at this point in time, I'll be one of those obsessed and clingy girls. I don't know when I can grow up in this regard, but who knows, I still have a lot of time to find out.

Annemarie's Personal Rules for Romantic Adventures:

1. Guy must be a good friend prior to any romanticism. (ie. I must know him sufficiently well enough to be beyond basic "what's your mom's/cat's name? What's your favorite color?" etc.)
2. I can't NOT know stuff like
a. he was a heroin addict for 3 years
b. he spent the past 7 years in correctional school
c. he has a kid
d. he's robbed a bank
(I know some of these are ridiculous, but I have known people like that)
3. Be myself and the guy must know the real me. (Burping, weird-eating, socially-anxious, compulsive knitting habits and all :D )

Lengthy? You bet. I don't want to end up in a mess like I have before. Even if I were to allow myself to be in a relationship say, tomorrow, I would at least want to have solidified in my own mind what I want and hope to achieve in a relationship one day.


Buenas Noches!

A Truly Amazing Fact:

Want to know what's very interesting, amazing, and makes one feel downright insignificant? That right now, at this very instant, approximately 1/2 of the world is already in August 2nd, 2004. How's that for time travel?

WHOA!!!!!!

I just read the blog about a 19 year old girl who met a guy online, went to the UK to meet him, and then MARRIED HIM!!!!!! Oh, did I mention the guy is 36? That's a 17 year age difference! That's Dolly and James Madison age difference (Yes, our 4th president of the US)! I mean, I want to move to the UK SOOOOOOOO badly (because I am in love with the British Isles) but.... that's like me marrying in 2 years! CRAZY! Well, I mean, it's admirable that she took that leap of faith, but that's just crazy. I know I probably couldn't do that. Kudos to her for finding love, though, and at such a young age. Oh, and by the way, her blog is here.

Wish Upon a Star

What I wish for and what I long to do:

A beautiful and inspiring project will begin when I save money for this baby.

A beautiful and inspiring project already in existance is this .

Were ever I have enough money to afford this , I would stay in room 800.005 :) Check it out!

And now for something completely different!


I ate sushi here, this afternoon with my daddy. Yummy! I sure am going to miss it when I go to Austin. I'm sure there are comparable or better restaurants up in the live music capital of the world, but there is a certain emotional attachment to Nikkori. ::sniff:: I'm going to have to find another sushi bar, and quick!

A Greeting to Wanderers

Hello.

Welcome to Chartreuse Sky, where the bright and beautiful converge (colors, of course!). My name is Annemarie, and this is my Blog.

I have been wanting to start a fully functional, actually useful and regularly updated blog for some time, but like a lot of my own journals, they get about 3/16ths of the way done, and then lie idle for 13/16ths of the year. All that is about to change. Because it is a new month, and I will be starting university in the span of 25 days, I figure, what better way to celebrate than with the ever-popular "school-year resolution" to actually accomplish what I know I want to and should. So, in celebration, I welcome you to my mind and what passes through it.