Forever Alone.

Sometimes I wonder why I've never had a boyfriend.

Of course, there are plenty of reasons why that could be. Sometimes when I'm in school, I see different girls with their boyfriends and I wonder "why do they have a boyfriend, and I don't?" I know that's arrogant and snobby of me, but I can't help it.

To comfort myself, sometimes I just remember that I'm only 16 and I have plenty of time (which, of course, I do). But the pessimist inside me wonders why almost every girl in school has been in a relationship, and I barely have any guy friends at all. I can't help but wonder if there's something wrong with me?

Is it that I'm picky? Awkward? Shy? Not terribly good-looking? All of the above?

Yeah, I sound whiny in this post. I'm between two sides. The romantic part of me wants a sweeping relationship, but the realistic part of me knows that there isn't anyone here that would truly make me happy, and that I'm better off alone to wait for someone that I have a lot in common with.

And then there's the hopeless side of me, which is afraid that my awkwardness and shyness will leave me forever alone. I don't think anyone has ever been attracted to me (not that I know of, anyway), which just leaves me wondering if there's something wrong with me?

My expectations are too high anyways, since I'm in love with famous musicians. Why go for the kid high on pot in chemistry class when you can fantasize about Johnny Marr and George Harrison, two of the most wonderfully attractive and brilliant guitar players to ever walk the planet (not to mention both with cute English accents)?

Good Lord, this is just too much sexiness for one post. It's sad too, because George (left) is dead, and Johnny (right) is in his forties and married.





So in this post I have convinced you all that I am: (a) angsty (b) desperate (c) stupid (d) creepy (e) forever alone

You're wrong, Pottermore. YOU'RE WRONG!

I finally got my Pottermore welcome email! It's so awesome! I don't know how many of you have actually accessed Pottermore yet (if you have, or are yet to, please give me your username so I can add you to my Friends list!), but I know that when you get a chance to you'll love it!

So far I have:
-found out Professor McGonagall's background
-found out Ollivander's wandmaking process
-made my own wand! 12 1/2 inches, vine wood, dragon core, unyielding.
-so much more that I can't possibly list!

The reason for this post however, is to rant. You see, I took the famous House Sorting quiz that everyone has been gossiping about. It's an interesting quiz, so I won't spoil the experience for any of you. I'm angry at my result however. I finish the quiz to find out I am a...

What. The. Hell.
I'm sorry, I don't mean to be arrogant, but I always imagined myself a Ravenclaw. I pride myself on what intelligence I have, I love education, and I just always seemed to connect to the Ravenclaws. I was counting on being a Ravenclaw, so naturally I am very disappointed. Even if I was in Gryffindor or Slytherin, I would be quite satisfied.

Now I suffer from personal identity crisis. This means that I am not intelligent, brave, or cunning (in wizarding terms, of course). If I was really in the Wizarding World, the Sorting Hat would place me into Hufflepuff, in which I would suffer from disappointment at my House's terrible Quidditch performance, terrorizing at the behalf of Slytherin, scornful looks from Ravenclaw, and pity at the behalf of Gryffindor.

I have hope, however. Tonks and Cedric Diggory were great wizards, strong and intelligent. JK Rowling even considers herself a Hufflepuff. But I can't help but wonder, maybe if I answered one of the questions differently...

Great. My Pottermore homepage now proudly displays a badger. Very frightening.

Oh you know, the lame vacation filler post because you're too lazy to post something good but feel guilty for being a bad blogger.

This could possibly be the most wonderfully witty true statement ever pronounced in the history of human civilization.

I have this picture saved as "Ideal Guy". Is that lame? You see, in my head there exists an unknown male which I call "The Ideal Guy". He exists in all my fantasies, particularly when I listen to love songs (or any song, for that matter). He is perfect. He has perfect style, perfect sense of humor, and perfect personality. When I saw this picture I thought of him. If you aren't creeped out by me yet, don't worry-I have an upcoming post which goes further into detail about him.

More deep thoughts: Do you ever feel like the majority of the human race is stupid? Hm..let's go deeper. Do you ever feel like 97% of people from the ages of 15-22 are extremely stupid? I do. But then I find people that belong to that other 3% (like most of the people I follow here on Blogger) that are just awesome. They show me that there are actually intelligent, witty, hilarious young people on Earth. I salute you all.

Today was fun. We stayed at the beach all day. I got to watch a hot guy surf for hours, until he stalked off very disappointed because the waves weren't exciting. I also ended up getting a really bad sunburn, so I look quite hilarious.

 And because this post couldn't possibly be more boring...

"Damn Africa, what happened?"
I'm sorry, I couldn't not include this picture.

Blogging or Beach? Let's go with both!

Hi everyone! Sorry for my lack of blogging lately. I've been so busy getting ready for my trip to Florida and then I actually had to go to Florida. So here I am in Florida!

Today we checked into this hotel in Ormond Beach (which is near the famous Daytona Beach, if you've ever heard of it). It's so awesome! Our hotel is right on the beach! I haven't taken any pictures here yet, but I do have something exciting for y'all.

I went to Disney World yesterday!

I haven't been there in 4 years so it was so exciting! We went yesterday and we might go in the next couple of days. It was so hot, I literally thought I was going to pass out. Note to self (and everyone reading this): never spend the entire day (from 11 AM to midnight) at Disney World in the scorching Florida summer heat, wearing flip flops. Biggest mistake of my life. I was wobbling around about halfway through the day!

But anyway, here's some pics of the two parks we went to: Animal Kingdom (it's like African safari-based) and then Magic Kingdom (the original and most popular of the 4 parks and my personal favorite)

Animal Kingdom-that huge tree in the middle is actually fake!

At AK, they had this Safari ride where you sit in one of the above vehicles, and it takes you to see real animals in the "wilderness"

See those giraffes?

This was a huge roller coaster ride called Expedition Everest. We didn't get a chance to go on though :(

Magic Kingdom Cinderella Castle

Magic Kingdom "Fantasyland"

The evening parade!

Dwarves!

The castle is beautiful at night!

They add all these cool color effects to make it look like this!

View from park entrance

All in all, it was alot of fun. I absolutely loved it; it reminded me of how great being a kid is, and how you're never too old for Disney! Please excuse the poor photography! I'll be back soon with more photos! I'm off to the beach :)

Someday, love will find you.

Sorry guys, I know you're all waiting eagerly for the post about my exciting adventures at the zoo (which really weren't all that exciting, except I almost got attacked by an ostrich). I promise that I'll post it tomorrow! Oh, and the piano too. Darn.

I have exciting news for y'all though that simply cannot wait! As much as I hate any sentence that includes the words "popped" and "cherry," I finally popped my concert cherry tonight (god, that sounds awful). Yupp, I saw my first concert tonight! I saw Journey and Foreigner with my best friend Melissa. Let me tell you, it was one of the best experiences of my life. It was beyond amazing, standing amongst a huge crowd with your best friend, singing and dancing to one of the greatest American rock bands ever.

You all must go see a concert. Go see your favorite band live. I don't care how; work your ass off for two months to buy a ticket if you have to. You won't regret it for one second (unless they suck live, in which case you're better off not ruining it for yourself). I honestly can't wait until I go to my next concert, even though I don't know when that will be. I've fallen in love with it. Concert high is the best thing ever.

In honor of tonight, here's my favorite Journey song. Let's see if it's to your liking:

Ode to the Troll Face

How many of you are familiar with this work of art?

Yeah, me too.

You see, "Troll Face" has been dominating tumblr for months. I adore him. Just seeing his face makes me laugh, and when you put him in a comic like this, it makes all your sadness go away.

And then tonight, my best friend Joey showed me this. It seriously made my night.

Please don't tell me that didn't at least make you smile. The face and the singing add up to one hysterical Anna. I know I have a weird sense of humor. Now that you've seen this, you must see this. 

NOW YOU ALL HAVE SOMETHING WONDERFUL TO SING IN THE SHOWER. You're welcome.

Oh, and look for a new post coming up the next few days in which I describe my adventures at the zoo! You won't regret it. I also might post a couple videos up later this week of myself playing piano, so get ready for some awkwardness.

Thanks Mom. Thanks Alot.

Today, something very annoying happened. You see, here in the United States before you can get your license, you have to take a 5 hour pre-licensing course (usually just called the "5 hour").

I had called a few weeks ago and scheduled for a Saturday at 9 AM, but didn't go because I overslept (stupid cell phone alarm clock). Yesterday, I called again and was told by the man that they were holding another class today at 5 PM. Naturally, I was excited because I didn't have to get up early and could get it over with immediately.

Except I didn't. Turns out, there was a class today. I got there a half hour early to find out it was being held in another location 30 minutes away.

Of course, the man on the phone never told me this. I walk into the place, with my mom driving off, and told the lady at the front desk "I'm here for the 5 hour course," and she simply states "you better hurry and catch up with your ride, because there's no course today".

What the hell?!

So I quickly run outside, trying to catch up with my mom as she's driving away. Of course, she doesn't even notice me running and jumping and waving my arms like a lunatic. There's nothing worse than the sinking feeling in your chest as you hopelessly watch your mother drive away.

Now here's the question you're probably all thinking: why didn't you just call your mom on her cell phone? That's immediately what I did, except for one thing: her phone was off. HER PHONE WAS OFF. Typical Mother. She either leaves her phone at home, or it's off. I had no idea what to do. We don't really have public transportation where I live and it could be hours before she came home because it was likely she was also running errands.

I called my sister (who was at home), crying and sitting on a sidewalk bench. She told me to just go to the nearby drugstore and that she'd tell my mom if she came home. I wandered around the store, looking at birthday cards (and buying one, even though none of my friends' birthdays are coming up). About an hour later, my sister in law came and picked me up.

It's scary to think of myself just wandering that store for 4 hours had my sister in law not come. Hopefully that will teach my mom a lesson about always keeping her phone handy. Just thought I'd share a little (or big, seeing how long this post turned out) entertaining story.

Veggies. Great.

I've been thinking long and hard on something.

Should I become a vegetarian?

At one point in my life, I did.  For like 3 days. I was only 13, so I guess my mom didn't take me seriously. I was pretty strong on it though. I refused to eat any meat whatsoever for 3 days, until my mom sat me down and begged me to eat a piece of chicken. After that, I basically gave up because I knew it would never go down with my mom. But I never stopped thinking about it.

I was never that big on meat anyways. I refused to eat it at all through my kid years. But I honestly really want to begin vegetarianism. I absolutely adore animals; the thought of them being slaughtered in masses to fill my stomach just seems wrong to me. My uncle in Russia has a farm and every few years when we visit, I always play with the pigs and walk with the cows. I especially loved the piglets and it hurt so bad to know that they'd be gone and eaten in a few months.

I care about animals so much. I could never wish cruelty on them. But I don't know how to convince my mom to agree to let me become a vegetarian. I haven't told her yet, but the first time I tried, she insisted that there was no other way to get protein and other necessary nutrients. Though it's more difficult, it's certainly possible. It's such a healthy lifestyle too.

Of course, I would never judge anyone who wasn't a vegetarian. Heck, I'm not even one yet. I'm hoping somehow I could convince my mother though.

A note to people (girls specifically)..

Why are people so stupid?
Why is this world flooded with idiots?
Ah, shall I justify?

Girls on Facebook really piss me off. Seriously, I don't understand why you think making yourself look like a slut is flattering? Are you okay with the fact that people think you're a prostitute? Is there no such thing as class? No, posting that picture of yourself posing like a Victoria's Secret model with your bird lips kissy face does not make you look like you should flaunt lingerie. You look like a horny ostrich.

Cheesy, yes, but it's my thoughts of people 95% of the time

Oh, and another little note: acting like an idiot is not attractive. Pretending that you have the intelligence of a rat will not make guys fall in love with you. And the ones who say they do will only end up breaking your heart. Don't start useless drama and don't pretend like you have no idea what anyone is ever talking about.

Just a little observation. I'm off to finish watching Inception! :D