It seems to me that life tends to get in the way. A lot. It's been almost a year now since my last post, and I honestly have no excuses. I've returned from France, performed in the play Sweeney Todd, and started up life at college, which in itself has been a whirlwind ride. Last semester, I wrote a total of 23 essays. I've learned from this and am taking less writing-intensive classes this time. I have an amazing group of friends, and one in particular whom I want to see, but the distance between us makes that difficult. I'll be 20 in 16 days, and am still not sure about what is happening with my life at the moment.

Sorry for the rambling post. I just wanted to get some things out there. I'll show you guys some of my recent knitting projects, and hopefully will be able to post more soon.

With love,
Anna

So while I haven't written much in a while, I HAVE learnt how to knit! I've gotten teased a lot about it by my friends here in France (they consider it an old lady thing), but I don't care! It's fun! =D So far I've made a scarf in basic knit stitch with a fringe, which took me a total of 8 days, a reversable wristband in stockinette for my friend Max, and my own wristband in a 1x1 rib pattern. The only yarns I have are blue and brown, so everything so far has been Ravenclaw themed. x3 I'll take a picture of the scarf sometime soon, but for now, here's my wristband!



I used punkgirlknits' Bumblebee Knitted Wristband Pattern, which is located here, with the only differences that I used 4mm knitting needles, with a 5 row CA, 7 row CB, 5 row CA pattern. :) It just worked out nicer this way, in my opinion. Haha. I'll post more pictures of my projects soon. I'm going to try for a hat next, but before I do that, I need to go to the knitting store and buy round needles (they're connected, and almost all of the easy patterns require them. :\ Soyeah.)

The only downside of knitting is that I'm limited in the materials I can use. I'm allergic to wool, so I can't even knit it as a present for someone, even if I wanted to. WEARING wool causes sneezing and a runny nose, as I learned from beeing a hobo in Annie. xP

Let me know what you guys think!

Love,
Anna

I would honestly rather live in the mountains. While I don't like the cold when it's just that, cold, snow makes everything 100 times better, no joke. There's just something magical about gently falling snow that mesmerizes me, and skiing in the mountains after several feet of snow has fallen, covering everything...It's like this whole mysterious new world has opened up for me to see.

That being said, off to school! Haha. I promise to post poems ASAP!! I have about 10 written I just haven't had the time to type up yet... >.>; Oh, and this journal is becoming friends-only over the weekend. So if you're still interested in reading my poems, whether you found this journal through my youtube channel or whathaveyou, send me a message! Add me as a friend on here! I'll give you guys til Sunday, and then I'm closing this off (though you can, of course, add me after the fact. ;) Just letting everyone know. Haha.)

~Anna

The year was 1999, and it was a snowy, cold day in November. My sister and I had been trying to convince my parents for years to get a dog, and they finally took us seriously. That evening, we had already visited one person who was selling bishon frises, the breed of choice because they were hypoallergenic, and were on our last breeder of the day. We drove up the steep driveway to his house and parked. My dad, sister and I got out and walked up to the front door and knocked. I don't really remember much of what happened next, but there was a man and he was very nice, welcomed us in and talked to my dad for the longest time about breeding and caring for puppies. He left and came back with the smallest, cutest little white fluffball I had ever seen and set her down on the ground beside me and my older sister.

That was the first time I saw Lyra. She was so tiny, and as she plodded around the floor, curious about everything, I just fell in love with her. I remember especially as she sniffed around the entryway to the man's house. She was just barely old enough that we were able to take her home that night, and sitting in the backseat of our car, I held her, tucked inside my coat to keep warm as she slept.

Mum was away that weekend, at a conference or something to do with her work, so coming home to a puppy was a surprise for her. She was the one we had had to convince the most to get a dog, and she still wasn't keen on the idea when we started looking, which is why we went ahead and got Lyra when we could. She wasn't too happy with us at first, but she fell just as hard for our little baby as much as the rest of us.

I was just thinking about beginnings, and Lyra came to my mind, as she always does. I miss her so much, every day is hard to bear, knowing she's not here anymore. She passed away three days after her ninth birthday, and I will always miss her. Rest in peace, my baby puppy. You will always be loved.

-Anna

The poem I wrote today for "Children" got me thinking about all these random memories I have from when I was a kid. Like the time I stayed up all night with one of my friends when she was sleeping over, and then promptly fell asleep right in the middle of eating lunch (I only know this from the photo my sister took of me while I was sleeping, half-eaten sandwich fallen onto my lap), or my first memory of my grandparents' house, when I had a nightmare and didn't know where my parents were, and my grandma came out of her room and scared the crap out of me...haha. But there's one in particular I wanted to write about right now.

So, for those of you who don't know, I'm a reform Jew, and in my extremely younger years (seeing as I'm only 18, and thus still "young") we had this rabbi who had a monster of a mustache. I think the term is "handlebar", but I'm not sure... Anyway, during the service every Sunday, that thing was basically the only thing I could concentrate on, it was so huge. And when the rabbi talked, or sang the prayers...anything, it twitched. Just every other word or something. And being my young, bored, imaginative self, I thought that somehow his mustache was connected to a camera or...I don't know. But I thought that every time it twitched, somehow a picture was being taken.

Then a few weeks into thinking this way, I noticed a yellow playing block on top of the ark (aron kodesh in Hebrew, the place where the Torah is kept), and it all clicked into place. That obviously the rabbi's mustache was connected remotely to the yellow block on top of the ark, which was in actuality a surveillence camera put in place by who even knows to watch over the kids to make sure they were behaving and doing what they were supposed to.

I don't know what made me think of this memory, but I just thought I would share that with all of you, whoever is reading this. :) I might write some more of these up later on as I think of them, if you're all interested. Let me know! x3

-Anna

I just finished NaNoWriMo on Monday, and have been thinking about what I want to do for the next month, and I've decided to do "fanfic100", but instead of fanfics, I'm going to be writing poems. Haha. So basically I'm using the 100 prompts from fanfic100 to write poetry. But anyway, here's the table thinger, and starting December 1st, until the 31st, I'll be writing poems to all of these themes (although most likely I'll be writing poems and then figuring out which theme they fit to! Heh.)

 

001.	Beginnings.	002.	Middles.	003.	Ends.	004.	Insides.	005.	Outsides.
006.	Hours.	007.	Days.	008.	Weeks.	009.	Months.	010.	Years.
011.	Red.	012.	Orange.	013.	Yellow.	014.	Green.	015.	Blue.
016.	Purple.	017.	Brown.	018.	Black.	019.	White.	020.	Colourless.
021.	Friends.	022.	Enemies.	023.	Lovers.	024.	Family.	025.	Strangers.
026.	Teammates.	027.	Parents.	028.	Children.	029.	Birth.	030.	Death.
031.	Sunrise.	032.	Sunset.	033.	Too Much.	034.	Not Enough.	035.	Sixth Sense.
036.	Smell.	037.	Sound.	038.	Touch.	039.	Taste.	040.	Sight.
041.	Shapes.	042.	Triangle.	043.	Square.	044.	Circle.	045.	Moon.
046.	Star.	047.	Heart.	048.	Diamond.	049.	Club.	050.	Spade.
051.	Water.	052.	Fire.	053.	Earth.	054.	Air.	055.	Spirit.
056.	Breakfast.	057.	Lunch.	058.	Dinner.	059.	Food.	060.	Drink.
061.	Winter.	062.	Spring.	063.	Summer.	064.	Fall.	065.	Passing.
066.	Rain.	067.	Snow.	068.	Lightening.	069.	Thunder.	070.	Storm.
071.	Broken.	072.	Fixed.	073.	Light.	074.	Dark.	075.	Shade.
076.	Who?	077.	What?	078.	Where?	079.	When?	080.	Why?
081.	How?	082.	If.	083.	And.	084.	He.	085.	She.
086.	Choices.	087.	Life.	088.	School.	089.	Work.	090.	Home.
091.	Birthday.	092.	Christmas.	093.	Thanksgiving.	094.	Independence.	095.	New Year.
096.	Writer‘s Choice.	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.

See you guys tomorrow with (hopefully) 3 or 4 poems, since that's how many I'll have to write a day to do this thing... O.O!

Anna