I hate Facebook.

Nathan and I have tentatively decided to move to Indianapolis when our lease is up in SB. There are a ton of factors we need to consider before actually moving, but I think that we're excited to at least have something sort of figured out.

I've been getting really annoyed by Facebook lately or, rather, the people I'm friends with on Facebook. Here's why:
1) Whenever the weather changes suddenly, everyone comments on it. HELLO! WE LIVE IN NORTHERN INDIANA! WHAT DO YOU EXPECT?!
2) Stop with the "Holier than thou" crap. We get it, you love Jesus, don't make me feel bad because I don't.
3) Just because you don't have a life and spend all your time on Facebook doesn't give you the right to correct everyone's status and act like an ass. Because really, you just look like an ass.
4) If you miss someone, tell them. Just say, "Hey, I was thinking about you and wanted to say that I missed you" or something like that. Telling me that you miss my face or some other similarly awkward thing makes me not want to hang out with you.
5) Don't accept my friend request and then never talk to me/ignore comments and whatnot that I leave for you. I'll be more offended by you being an ass when we're "friends" than by not being friends. 
6) When receiving a mass message, either message the sender the response or think about the fact that whatever you write will be sent to everyone....and will clog up their email inbox as well as their text message inbox (because everyone has FB on their cells now). Either make it good or don't write anything at all.
7) This is for anything that involves communication via computer/text: NEVER USE ALL CAPS UNLESS YOU WANT TO SOUND LIKE YOU'RE YELLING OR YOU WANT TO STRESS A POINT!!! Good, glad I got that out of my system.


Have I ever been guilty of any of these? Undoubtedly. However, I have learned the error of my ways. Please be inspired to do the same.


Love you oodles!
A

I don't know what to write about, so I'll just write about some goals I have for this year.
1) Buy a digital camera (this will actually be done like next week).
2) Go to Russia and have a fabulous time.
3) GRADUATE!!!11.
4) Figure out where I'm going after my lease is up (and get a job/apartment there).
5) Save money for a better car.
6) Save money.
7) Start learning out to play the guitar so I can become a high profile celebrity.
8) Get a 4.0 this semester (or at least come really close).
9) GET A BOYFRIEND

I'd be okay if a few of those things didn't happen. Actually, just number 9. Anyway, it's just a short list to help me  figure out what's going on in my own life.

Roommate (his name is Nathan by the way, and he's fabulous) and I were talking last night and we both hate this city. So we're gonna move to a bigger (and better) one. We've tossed around Indy, Quebec, Montreal, Vancouver, and Toronto, but we really don't know. What are your suggestions/thoughts? Oh, and don't suggest Chicago because neither of us are hipster wanna-be's and would like to keep it that way.

C'mon, Stubs.

My roommate and I have the weirdest conversations. Last night we were lying in bed and talking about the craziest shit. He told me that he wanted to have a pre-funeral, one that he could attend, and it would be his "sending off." Of course, this would be in the very far future. His warped vision involved his inevitable limb amputation, which would force me to push his torso and stubs down the aisle towards his coffin. While I do this, I will be singing a warbling rendition of "Jesus Take The Wheel" and his song, in response, is "You Raise Me Up," which he sings as I lift his body up and into the coffin. Meanwhile, in an effort to keep this circus going, our darling cat Vera, dressed as a rabbi, sends his soul to heaven. God only knows what Dorian would be doing, but I'm sure it's enough to send us all to hell.

I live with a lunatic. :)

You spelled 'Girl' wrong.

DUH. Here's the story behind the name of my blog. 

Like everyone, I have a story. It's sad and it's horrible, but it's real. The long of the short of it is that I was emotionally and sometimes physically abused as a child. From the time I was four years old until about two years ago, I actually thought that I was worthless. Yeah, sort of fucked up, right? It took FOREVER for me to realize that I had worth as a human being. Then, a couple years ago, I heard a song that changed my life.

(suspenseeeeeee) I have to explain the background of the story first, though. :)

The song, Bird Gerhl, is written by Antony Hegarty, a transgendered person. Throughout his life, Antony has had to reconcile who he is with his family, God, and, really, with the world. In this song, you hear him take control of his destiny, and he is wholly unapologetic.

When I heard this song, I realized that it was time for me to stop being a victim and to "be born" again. The song also has an eerily beautiful, haunting sound, mostly due to Antony's vocals, that is pretty contradictory to the lyrics and the message the song conveys. I really, really love that quality about the song. So yeah, a long ass story to explain from whence my blog came.

Listen to it here.

Hi. I'm Analiese and this is my my new/only blog. Here are some things that I'll probably talk about: my cats, my roommate, my job, and school. It'll be boring, but it could be witty and fun, too. Don't judge me too harshly.