tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41001742011-04-21T21:57:56.614-04:00Gub the ConquerorThe New York Times says, ''It's a piece of shit!''Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715213530344285396noreply@blogger.comBlogger221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100174.post-1120594106761307572005-07-05T15:53:00.000-04:002005-07-05T16:08:26.766-04:00Finally! A new dream! Although it could've been more pleasant... I'm in some kind of library shelving books when this guy, I think named Pablo, comes up to me and starts talking to me. This doesn't feel wierd, so I guess I must know him. Then he starts tearing at my clothes and trying to rape me. I run away and find Anthony, who is there for some reason. I tell him what happened, and we go Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715213530344285396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100174.post-1116885103909895742005-05-23T17:51:00.000-04:002005-05-23T17:51:43.913-04:00Amanda says that I should turn Gub the Conqueror into a memoir of sorts. I'm afraid that this will be very boring. You may blame her. Also, it may be episodic at the most. I will write things as they come to me. If they do.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715213530344285396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100174.post-1113452883819664752005-04-14T00:27:00.000-04:002005-04-14T00:28:03.820-04:00Gub the conqueror returns! The 2 years in which The Gub has left you in suspense were absolutely fantastic. There was action! There was drama! There was lackthereof-that-was-interesting-in-other-ways! As much as I wonder who even still reads this blog (I know I don't,) I know that the interim has been too long for me to provide a suitable, representative post. Therefore, we shall forget that it Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715213530344285396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100174.post-955017652003-06-10T07:54:00.000-04:002005-04-14T11:14:40.616-04:00I get up and look in the cereal cabinet for breakfast. Only an almost-empty box of oatmeal and.....a variety pack of single-sized Friskies packs for the cat. Who lives here?!Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715213530344285396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100174.post-953913982003-06-06T20:41:00.000-04:002005-05-01T23:38:05.276-04:00Green is everywhere, accompanying the tunes of pigeons, squirrels, and other mildly exotic Canadian creatures. Chim-chimminy, chim-chimminy, chim, chim-cherrou, half of my house now speaks Chinese and I can't understand them but I smile and nod and at least they're nice even if they don't clean their dishes.I saw Finding Nemo yesterday. It was adorable, although I'm sure it'd have scared me if Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715213530344285396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100174.post-941051172003-05-10T10:41:00.000-04:002005-05-01T23:39:53.316-04:00There are sleep elves in my bed. They are fairly small, within the range of 5-10cm, and they have these crazy silk bathrobes in rainbow colors with gold briad. During the day, I sit in class minding my own business, and my phone rings. buzz buzz buzz...I ignore it and hope that no one notices. After class, I check my missed calls. Unavailable. hmmmm....Voicemail says beep beep beep. Agh, sleep Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715213530344285396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100174.post-933687352003-04-27T21:03:00.000-04:002003-04-27T21:03:36.813-04:00Many toes. 26 April 2003
Latest dream that I can post on a public website:
I decide that I've never given enough thought to my toes, and always just assumed that I had five on each foot per usual. I decide to count. I have, naturally, five toes, so I check the other foot. Six. Hmm. I check the other just to be sure. Wait a minute, I must have miscounted before, there are six here...no, seven. I Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715213530344285396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100174.post-922143902003-04-08T07:17:00.000-04:002003-04-08T07:17:43.826-04:00I'm in a car in the driveway of a capehouse where I'm staying with Heather and Tarek. We were there yesterday and it was warm, and the others were running around laughing and playing in the front yard, which is actualy a desolate, muddy wasteland. As usual, I sit and watch, unable to move myself. But today is cold, and the mud is freezing. The huge fish we saw yesterday has made his way into the Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715213530344285396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100174.post-917380422003-03-31T18:12:00.000-05:002003-03-31T18:12:15.356-05:00No wonder the therapy's going so slowly, I found out I'm not doing it right.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715213530344285396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100174.post-913436112003-03-25T08:35:00.000-05:002005-04-14T11:24:57.156-04:00I think I'll post twice today, I have a lot to say. But first, before I go to class, may I present to you: Last's Night's DreamI was at home. I was sort of happy to be there, and I think I was to go to school again the next day and I was actually pretty apprehensive about it. My family was there, and some extended family on my Dad's side (whom I barely ever see.) There was some sort of gift Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715213530344285396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100174.post-904381482003-03-09T23:59:00.000-05:002005-04-14T11:26:48.373-04:00Tonight, a knock came at my door around 11pm. I figured no one but a friend might come at this ungoldy hour, and yelled that the door was unlocked. In front of me were two people I'd never seen before, who proceeded to tell me about the importance of SSMU accreditation. This is all well and good, and I listened politely until the subject of AUS came up. "Are you in AUS?" "No." "Management?" "Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715213530344285396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100174.post-902039472003-03-05T18:53:00.000-05:002005-04-14T11:28:13.136-04:00Note: a boy walking home in front of me this evening was wearing a backpack with the word "HEAD" emblazoned across it. Shouldn't it have said "BACK"? Honestly people, a little common sense?Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715213530344285396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100174.post-898699122003-02-27T19:30:00.000-05:002003-02-27T19:30:12.200-05:00I took the link to my own blog from Heather's today; it's not that I don't know what I'd written in it, but mostly so I could see the tux. C'mon, the tux is pretty sweet. Besides, it was a button to push, and I think I've seen all of Eric Conveys an Emotion already. Imagine my surprise when my very own blog is advertising a muscle relaxant. Banner ads have their place, but this was pretty funny Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715213530344285396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100174.post-896913622003-02-24T23:39:00.000-05:002003-02-24T23:39:38.763-05:00head: vague
heartrate: elevated
hands: shaking
sleep: not likely
bowels: dancing *jazz hands* IBS!
someone hit me
Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715213530344285396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100174.post-892103972003-02-16T19:40:00.000-05:002005-04-14T11:32:05.440-04:00Thankfully it was only a dream, but if anyone out there's good at dream analysis, your opinion is welcome.So I'm at this underwater party shmoozing and having a few laughs with people I don't know. I'm sipping a cosmopolitan and discussing the world, that is, if by "the world" I mean "all the fish and stuff swimming by." There are many fish, blue fish and red fish and striped fish and jellyfish Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715213530344285396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100174.post-887648312003-02-08T14:04:00.000-05:002003-02-08T14:04:02.933-05:00Valentine's Day is coming.
It's one of my favorite holidays. I couldn't tell you why, l because I don't remember any from my past, what I was doing on them, or what made them so awesome. Actually, I guess none of them were, and in fact, they may well have sucked pretty hard. So I'm determined to make the most out of this one.
Regardless, there are certain problems that come along with a day Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715213530344285396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100174.post-887156622003-02-07T12:55:00.000-05:002003-02-07T12:55:51.040-05:00Weeks later.
Our society is ridiculous. Having tried several unsuccessful diets (halfheartedly) myself, I understand the pressure on people not to be thin, but to be "getting thin." My weight is fine. Your weight is fine. The thing about dieting, I think, is that it gives us the illusion that we're doing something constructive, despite the fact that all this effort might be put into other Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715213530344285396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100174.post-878163062003-01-21T21:18:00.000-05:002003-01-21T21:18:22.453-05:00It's been nearly a week, I guess, and I'm sorry about the wait. This may not be my most cheerful entry, but I'll do my best. Here, I'll start with my beaver impression. ...beaverbeaverbeaver......beaverbeaver.....I'll let you picture me with really big teeth, bossing logs around with my tush.
For those to whom I haven't already whined about it, my computer is down. It made a valiant effort to Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715213530344285396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100174.post-875043182003-01-15T19:30:00.000-05:002005-05-01T23:50:46.273-04:00Okay, word has escaped and people have actually started reading this thing. Why? I'm not sure, but hell, if they want to think I'm awesome I'm just going to keep posting!Well, at least _most_ people seem to enjoy my blog. My public needs me.Welcome, public! I love you! And on this cheerful note, I shall tell you about my day. Those of you that are good with numbers may notice that I didn't post Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715213530344285396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100174.post-873804802003-01-13T19:36:00.000-05:002003-01-13T19:36:07.726-05:00Oh, yeah. A credit from my first posting that I should have mentioned. The reference to the NYTimes was lifted from "The Story Of Andrea", copyright sometime-one-summer by Heather Viola, the full text of which can be found on her website. I received this tribute for my 13th birthday, along with Tickle Me Elmo and Brushy Brushy, the singing toothbrush, who has sadly passed away. I offer this blog Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715213530344285396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100174.post-873800382003-01-13T19:26:00.000-05:002005-04-14T11:38:14.210-04:00Cheerio!Having reconciled myself to the fact that, if I want anyone to continue reading my blog, I should update it, here I am. (To the crowd:) I have a Blog! (Crowd:) And That's Okay!Apparently. But I've spent a tiny bit of the day fretting over my having a blog, wondering whether it means I think about myself, and such. Also, should I tell the boyfriend? I'm scared; I'm already a big dork. Now Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715213530344285396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100174.post-873295832003-01-12T20:56:00.000-05:002005-05-01T23:46:39.290-04:00Greetings.Now, contrary to popular belief, I am not actually writing a blog. Why? Because many times I have referred to those who write them somewhat less-than-respectfully, and I just don't want to be one of those unlucky media-controlled few......million. But now that Heather has pulled me into this Internet hell, in which the world can know everything about me in a matter of seconds (if they Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715213530344285396noreply@blogger.com