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Hello, and welcome to my site. Here is where I chronicle the chapters of my so-called new life in Annaville; although, it might not be of much deference to you. Yes, the name of the town is silly and dumb. Especially since part of my name is included in it, which I am sure is a subject of much ridicule.
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Inspiration: DayBefore!Misery
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The Hibernation Ball
Written on: Saturday, November 15, 2008
Time: 8:01 AM
My mother just made me sign up for the Hibernation Ball committee, saying that I need to improve my social skills. Why? It's not like I am antisocial, I just repel everyone due to my big mouth and tendency to reveal and expose their deepest, darkest secrets. That's not as bad as when you compare me to someone who belches for entertainment, right?
Anyway, she threatened (or rather, as I prefer to put it, blackmailed) me that if I didn't sign up, she would remove all badminton and reading privileges for two months, which from my point of view is wholly unreasonable, but she's the big Alpha in this household. So, whatever she says goes.
The Hibernation Ball, in my point of view, is completely ridiculous, and I'm not only referring to the name. It's supposed to be right smack in the middle of winter, and the committee is utterly dull. The people in there don't have any imagination at all, and the atmosphere is so tense. It is completely silent, and in my mind I hear a cricket chirping somewhere in the corner of the room, by the bin.
Sometimes, I feel like smacking the Head of the Committee - who is, coincidentally, Jessie Milfred. However, I tolerated everything; I controlled myself, but maybe I was just lucky. Most of the time, I would probably have screamed my head off.
Also, since it was so dull, I actually for a moment there had no qualms about suggesting: "Hey, why not let's put a live, sleeping bear in a cage in the middle of the dance floor! Since, you know, it's a Hibernation ball? In the meantime, let's put some sleeping skunks as well to make everything smell nicer!"
I think I actually managed to lug through the whole thing, but I bet the scars are still in my mind. So far, Annaville is boring, but I hope it'll be able to live up to my gossip title.
There are no juicy information available, apart from Emma's, yet, but I assure you that Miss Anna will do some snooping.
Teletubby eater,
Anna
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The Hibernation Ball
Written on: Saturday, November 15, 2008
Time: 8:01 AM
My mother just made me sign up for the Hibernation Ball committee, saying that I need to improve my social skills. Why? It's not like I am antisocial, I just repel everyone due to my big mouth and tendency to reveal and expose their deepest, darkest secrets. That's not as bad as when you compare me to someone who belches for entertainment, right?
Anyway, she threatened (or rather, as I prefer to put it, blackmailed) me that if I didn't sign up, she would remove all badminton and reading privileges for two months, which from my point of view is wholly unreasonable, but she's the big Alpha in this household. So, whatever she says goes.
The Hibernation Ball, in my point of view, is completely ridiculous, and I'm not only referring to the name. It's supposed to be right smack in the middle of winter, and the committee is utterly dull. The people in there don't have any imagination at all, and the atmosphere is so tense. It is completely silent, and in my mind I hear a cricket chirping somewhere in the corner of the room, by the bin.
Sometimes, I feel like smacking the Head of the Committee - who is, coincidentally, Jessie Milfred. However, I tolerated everything; I controlled myself, but maybe I was just lucky. Most of the time, I would probably have screamed my head off.
Also, since it was so dull, I actually for a moment there had no qualms about suggesting: "Hey, why not let's put a live, sleeping bear in a cage in the middle of the dance floor! Since, you know, it's a Hibernation ball? In the meantime, let's put some sleeping skunks as well to make everything smell nicer!"
I think I actually managed to lug through the whole thing, but I bet the scars are still in my mind. So far, Annaville is boring, but I hope it'll be able to live up to my gossip title.
There are no juicy information available, apart from Emma's, yet, but I assure you that Miss Anna will do some snooping.
Teletubby eater,
Anna
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My name is Anna Smith, and I have recently moved from Texas to Annaville. At sixteen, anything can happen in a dramatic high school with over-exaggerated characters; coupled with a girl with a big mouth and fingers itching to type out words (namely, me) you've got yourself a blog.
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