Thank you Ke$ha. Please Check that $ out!

Thank you Matt Anderson for opening my eyes to a whole new world.

Please, let's break this down...

D-I-N-O-S-A-U-R

You are a dinosaur

O-L-D-M-A-N

You are a dinosaur

You are just an old man

Hitting on me what

You need a cat scan

Oh man why are you staring at me

Mack on me and my friends it's kind of creepy

You should be prowlin' round the old folks home

Come on Dude, leave us alone!

This is just a bit, but for Matt's sake, I will throw in his favorite line:

"You can strut around with that sexy tank of oxygen"

So, let me get this straight...

This old dude be checkin her out and she ain't havin it, right? Right. Okay so, here's the thing...she is a freaking pop star. Look at her lyrics...funny? Yes, but really, popular material? Honestly, this is something that I would write. WTF, why aren't I famous?

Dear Ke$ha (btw $ is not in the alphabet...idiot)...

Learn to:

1. Sing
2. Write good lyrics
3. Pass that money my way.

Love,

AFN

God is Good

Dear World,

Hello. It has been a little bit since I have written you. Not too long actually, only a couple of days. However, I feel that it is necessary to update you on my life and to tell you what has been going on in the last twenty four hours. As you could tell, I was a little furious with the Dining Commons in my last post. Okay, a lot furious. My feelings towards the Dining Commons have not changed. Still not really liking in. In fact, still kind of hating it. However, I must get over that. Time to grow up I suppose.

Today, I wrote an Art as Experience paper about Eggs. Yep, Eggs. I heard that they are art right? I can analyze eggs right? I thought so. Win, Annie.

Also, I went to Payne's today. First time in a long time. You see World, it is not as great as it used to be. Probs because I do not work there. I mean, if I worked there, it would be so much better. Not even kidding. Just being honest. No, but seriously, they have this new guy. Apparently he has been there for a month. Apparently he was also in the Army...not really much proof of that from his appearance. In fact, he kind of looked like a sissy. Yes, a sissy. Not only that, but he spoke as if he knows a ton about coffee....fail. He actually does not really know anything about coffee. My Quake...half fail. Pita...can't fail...unless you are an idiot. So he did one and a half things right. Thank you, Mr. Army man. Also, no girls work there anymore? Hm. How interesting. Woman hater....win.

Oh and World, I got the summer set. I have been nervous about this, but no fear...I will be in California. Yep, California. Sweet. I am quite excited, World.

It's time for me to go, World.

Love,

Annie

Quit giving me BS.

Okay, first of all, let's talk about Hot Cross Buns. It's been a while since this conversation, but I never got around to explaining it. Here's the deal...We were sitting in the union, right? Right. There was this study group. Right. They were having this intelligent discussion. Wrong. However, it was intriguing. Four out of the six have never heard of Hot Cross Buns. Four of the four played some sort of instrument when they were younger. FAIL.

Secondly, I'm angry...so I gonna take it out on here. Yesterday, my hours at the DC got cut...I mean, no big deal...but kind of, I need money. So, I wouldn't have been angry about this whole thing, but I was not informed. Everyday I go to the freaking Dining Commons to do the menus. It doesn't take a lot of time, but I still go in. Went in yesterday morning, earlier than I needed to be awake. Come in at lunch and the menus are not how I have done them...annoying? Yes. Why? Because I got up for no reason. Like I said, not like it takes a long time, but like I said, I woke up. Thank you for that irreplaceable sleep...idiots. Not only that, but thank you for not taking the time out of your day to e-mail me. Oh wait...thanks for e-mailing me a sarcastic e-mail and not apologizing for wasting my time. Also, thanks for e-mailing me a sarcastic e-mail with excuses of why you did not e-mail me. Oh and thank you for talking about me when I left the office. And pretty much just thanks for being a bunch of jerks. Thank you for not giving me common courtesy and thinking that I am stupid for being angry. Oh and thanks for cutting my hours over half...I do not really want any money to pay my bills...funny how you can't see why I am mad. Thank you that you are ignorant. Yeah, thanks.

Moving on...

Art as Experience...I'm sorry, why do we have this class? No Clue.

What have I learned? Nothing.

What is the prof's response? "You guys should have one person come one day and get your take home quiz and then the next day you come and keep alternating so you don't have to come everyday." WTF?

Again, why do we have this class?

Shalom.

Best Olympic Sport Ever

Curling.

Yes, Curling.

Okay, so it may not be the most exciting sport in the Olympics, but it is the best freaking sport. I mean come on, how awesome is it to watch this overly large paperweight sail across the ice. I mean it's a huge game of shuffleboard...yes, please. So as I am babbling on about this incredible game that is completely underappreciated, it has just come to my attention that there is a curling club in Indianapolis. Not only that, but they have open houses every Monday night in March....yes please? And you can learn how to do curling...yes please?

I want this to be my future.

Salt in the Wounds

So words aren't something that typically knock the wind out of me. They aren't typically something that break me down. They aren't something that typically bring tears to my eyes. They are just words right? I mean, when we were kids we had that stupid rubber and glue saying...yeah, not true. Why do we lie to kids? Why do we try to give them this false impressions as if they aren't going to be hurt by words? It's all BS. Honestly, words can have a sting.

Point: Quit lying, words suck sometimes.

Secondly,

I work with this girl right? And let me tell you about her...she is ALWAYS angry. ALWAYS! Not only that, but she acts like working at the dining commons is the hardest job in the world...let me tell you how hard it is...the cooks put out the food for her. I refill the food for her. I take the food at the end. I put out fruit for her...She wipes down the counter....I'm sorry, what is hard about that again? I'm not sure if it's the standing around and doing nothing...or the standing around and doing nothing? Suck it up. If you think this hard, get a career.

The Best Part

"All who are weary, and the thirsty, come rest be satisfied, there is grace here and much mercy...And the best part, is he loves me....it's the best part, of being alive."

The Best Part - Darkroom

Matthew 11:28

One thing that is so awesome about following Christ is simply the fact that he loves us so much. He wants the best part for us and gave up himself for us, who can doubt that love? He allows us to switch out our burdens with him, so that ours will be lighter. Who can doubt love like that? We are constantly given grace and mercy. Who can doubt a love like that?

Hello February 14th.

Well now it is Valentines Day and the cynicism has to cease as I promised Rachel. So, here's to you Valentines day....