black magic

me, mom and presley had a sick day. we went to cafe rio and costco.
annnnnd mom bought me the Magic Bullet.

i dont know if anyone could understand how happy i am.
i already made a strawberry-raspberry-peach smoothie.
its so good i could cry.

let me know if you ever have anything that needs to be bulleted.
not to be confused with mulleted.

i cant do that.

sick day

i'm really sick today.
i'm waiting for mom to wake up and eating elmo oatmeal.
i don't know where natalie and jade an presley are.
i really need to get ready and go to the rest of work
but i'm useless.
i hate the days that i call in sick when i really am sick
because you can't do anything fun.
someone bring me some orange juice
and 15 movies.
thanks.

andre breton

i've been reading lots and lots of essays and manifestos by this guy named Andre' Breton. and i think he is so dope. he's one of the smartest writers and i find myself not being able to stop thinking about what he has to say. he started the surrealism movement way back in the 1920's and i'm totally into it. mostly the "automatic writing". where you sort of just stop thinking and start writing as fast as possible:

"Put yourself in as passive, or receptive, a state of mind as you can. Forget about your genius, your talents, and the talents of everyone else. Keep reminding yourself that literature is one of the saddest roads that leads to everything. Write quickly, without any preconceived subject, fast enough so that you will not remember what you're writing and be tempted to reread what you have written. The first sentence will come spontaneously, so compelling is the truth that with every passing second there is a sentence unknown to our consciousness which is only crying out to be heard." - Andre' Breton.

so i really tried it. and this is what i got:


gravity to be able to feel what i've never felt before. to understand a logic beyond reasoning. to listen undoubtedly to every motion beneath the ground. to be unaware of the entire world and its surrounding planets. to give to myself this one moment of complete and necessary freedom that which i cannot obtain in any other way than through this second released into time just moments ago. to fully understand the thoughts that boil deep within me and to set them into paper.



you can think its cool, or really lame, or maybe sort of crazy. maybe it doesn't make sense to you at all. but to me. it all makes perfect sense. and all i want is to learn more and more and more and more and just keep reading. surrealism is cool.

full-time friend

tyson and i had an FYE extravaganza last night. HA i don't think i've ever used the word "extravaganza" before. we bought 5 new movies and a daniel johnston cd. if you've never heard of or listened to daniel johnston, i suggest you start. he's true life mental, but thats why i love him.

probably mostly because i'm true life mental.

i'm really sleepy and would like to not be at work anymore except danielle just brought bagels so my life is still worth living.

is it sad that i get really really excited when new office supplies come

its like a secretary's christmas.

sometimes we throw in little extras like pink sharpies and flower shaped sticky notes. haaaa. who am i? Ann?

sometimes this city feels like an expensive tomb

honest on all my stars that this is exactly what i look like right now.




and yes, that is chips and salsa you're seeing. i'm trying to reach over them to type and i probably look really silly. i'm just sitting here waiting for tyson to get off work so we can go to sugarhouse even though the coolness doesnt really exist in that place anymore. i'm pretty sure that the night i drove by and saw that my favorite coffee shop had closed down, that pieces of me closed down too. i need to start painting again. i have some penciled up canvases that are just waiting to be filled. and i beat tyson in ping pong for the first time the other day and then i saw something really funny in their garbage can:



yes, thats a ouija board.




goodnight.

stranger danger

mmmhmm yep. i made one. my life is completely BORING so i'm not even sure what i'm going to write about. revising RFI reports, and getting audited by UDOT i guess. i dont have any children or a husband or anything and i just work everyday. probably im the lamest 20 year old ever. buuuuut i just want to leave everyone silly comments, so i made one. and we can pretend like we're not 8 million miles away. i'm going to eat some chips. if anyone wants to learn how to enter pay estimates into PDBS, i'll teach you.

p.s. i refuse to capitalize.