Back In Our Town

DAY ONE

Went to shower. Okay, so hello a billion moths. I'm not surprised. I couldn't handle showering there so I decided to go to another residential building. It's completely pitch black and the other residential building is sort of placed in a sunken bit of land, so there you have to actually walk down some stairs. Because it was dark, I hadn't realised that I had just walked into calve deep tumbleweed. Something happened over the two weeks I was back at home, but the tumbleweeds seem to have multiplied and multiplied and multiplied. So there I was wading through tumbleweeds to get to a decent shower that didn't have as many moths. I shall post some pictures up later of the tumbleweed takeover. And okay, it's not technically Day One, but as a heading it looks kind of dramatic. I like dramatic.

Welcome back to your four years Anna.

I Am Somebody

I found out a couple of days ago that I have relatives in San Diego. My sister and I only found out because they sent wedding invitations to our dad's cousin's son's wedding. Then I found out my dad's cousin's daughter is named Anne, with the same last name, attends CSU, (which is the same acronym name as my university), and is the unbeatable champion of Band Hero. The coincidences in life huh?

I'm also back in the country tomorrow. Goodbye civilisation, hello tumbleweeds.

Walking On A Dream

I hate it when someone starts telling me about a dream. So I'm going to tell you about mine.

A few nights ago, I dreamt of hearing about a car crash involving a young woman. The car had gone head first into one of the residential buildings at my university. I don't know what the dream version of myself was thinking, but I ran to the site and looked into the car. The lady's face (as in skull bones) was all completely shattered and she looked mutilated. Her face also had this weird light green tinge to it. That scene disturbed me in the dream and still did throughout the day. Just the shot of her face collapsed on itself is still very clear. Dream interpretation time...? Nah, I'm not that sad.

Here It Goes Again

Anyone who keeps a blog knows that whenever they're updating it, they're avoiding some other task that they really should be doing instead. That's why right now I'm trying to ignore that pile of work next to my right hand, murmuring evil comments like, 'you're going to fail'. Okay, yeah not really, my work doesn't speak to me.

I'm going back to the country/university next week, and I'm so very excited to see what influx of insects there will be this time. Over the month that I'd been there, there has been masses of grasshoppers, moths, then mosquitoes that have thought the shower was quite a nice place to inhabit. There have been countless times in which I had to stop myself from screaming as a few grasshoppers jumped around me as I showered. And when I was studying at my desk...

'Huh. Some dark mass has just jumped onto my arm. Huh.' *shakes arm*

'Huh. Now it's on my leg.' *time to jump out of my chair like a woman on fire*

By this point I'm shaking my limbs wildly, still trying not to scream. Then I managed to trap it under my bin, and it was released by my brother in law (who was visiting with my family) the next day.

"It's just a grasshopper."

Yeah, well. Doesn't make it any less disgusting.

No, it's not that bad out there in the country. It's grown on me, though my thoughts at the start were pretty murderous. And mostly along the lines of:

"WHY ME?! WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME?!"

I remember thinking I needed change, last year. Who knew that the change was going to be this drastic.

Makes Me Wonder

Prior to my making of this blog, I'd always felt kind of bad for people whose blogs I read and they generally had little or no comments at all. But now I understand why they keep posting. It doesn't matter if anyone is actually reading or not- some people just want to get things off their chests. I personally wouldn't mind readers (preferably strangers), but I don't care whether I get a single follower or not.

Wow, only my third post and I'm already starting to sound like a complete douche.

Clean and Sober

So just returning from an 18th birthday party, I'm still here sitting in my dress and makeup. It was a sit down dinner party, so it was a nice break from the sleaze and alcohol fuelled parties of the past....and present. It's the first party since my going away, and so it has been a while since I've seen many of my friends. There is a lot of crap underlying that statement, but I'll leave that for time.

And, okay I don't care, I'm going to title my posts with song names. I've seen cornier things.

First

So here's to hoping that this isn't another blog that I will look back at in the future and cringe myself to death with. It's a cringe-free zone...

...hopefully.