Pitas.com!

"You can never have too much sky. You can fall asleep and wake up drunk on sky, and sky can keep you safe when you are sad. Here there is too much sadness and not enough sky."
House on Mango Street

 

Looksee. It's anne. She made a website. Then people got mad because it was too, erhm, public I guess. I don't see where they could have fathomed that idea. But if you're here right now it is because you are a *trusted* friend, and if you somehow got here without asking permission then i probably HATE YOU, so go away please. Everyone else is welcome to enjoy.

By the way. Everything I write here is slander. Possibly none of it is true, because as I am trying to be honest, I may not honestly know what's up. The writing on this page is from a thing that goes ba-boom inside my chest, and nowhere else. Don't form your opinions of people here, that's stupid. This page wasn't meant for that. It was meant to keep me sane. It didn't work out tho.

These are my daily hits:

Pitas.com
my real website
ericka's pitas site
Andy's Web Page
brando's palace of crap
stop starvation

my archives

 

Sunday, April 23, 2000 12:54 a.m.


I've seen dead people. I've also invited friends to my gramma's house. I took them to a lynwood park. That's upscale dude. UP scale. Um, went shopping. Went to tully's 3 times. went to stores and couldn't find a damn thing that looked good on me. But I wasn't looking that hard. Um, ate a LOT of food. Went to b&o, and the beach, and stuff. and drove around, and punched people, and ate/drank slurpees (do you eat or drink a slurpee). Commented on how pina collada and sparkling white grape are the same flavor. Uh, rachel never called me like she said she would. Listened to a ton of cds. And I still have them... ALL!! Ha ha! Graham sucks. Anything else? WE GOT INSIDE ADREAS' HOUSE!!!! That was awesome. Kind of a let down tho, because there was nothing terrible or horrifying or even bad about it. It didn't even smell like scott's or anything. So I didn't understand the whole hidingness

Saturday, April 22, 2000 10:27 a.m.


hey there. Ok, it's ten thirty and I'm about to leave to go shopping. If I didn't invite you, you are now officially invited. Call me, see the last entry below. You have to get downtown by yourself because I'm not going to make laura drive all over town today. (today). Anyway, page me, see what's up, and let's chill yo!

Friday, April 21, 2000 08:45 p.m.


going to mr. spot's right now. Wanna come? 540-8673 if you didn't already know. We'll see you then.

Thursday, April 20, 2000 06:49 p.m.


(read entry below first) Then I'm going to fuck up and write the entry only half way and.... ugh. I need to do some serious shmack talking too, but I have no time. Sigh. I want some cheesecake or some swings, but at the moment I can have neither. Life is not good. It in fact, is terrible. I want some chocolate too. Sigh. I guess I'm spoiled. But I feel incredibly horribly terrible. I guess my high is coming down.

:)

Thursday, April 20, 2000 06:46 p.m.


I think I just did a good job of having the world's worst day. It was the most stressful thing I had ever done. I swear to god. I had a counseling appointment in second, I had Talisman deadline. I had mirror deadline. I had a cousin from norway visiting school. I had people who wanted to talk to her. She got exhausted after school and I had to take her home, while attempting to do a negative scan on Photoshop at home. Which I think may have given my dear lovely computer the anti-cmos virus (the one that FUCKS with your startup, my old comp has yet to be recovered from last summer), and I still have to drive out to edmonds in negative minutes and see my grandma who will tell me to go to sleep at 9 when we're getting up at 9

Wednesday, April 19, 2000 11:45 p.m.


I did a whole bunch today. School, Talisman (I can scan photos like a sunofagun), eatage, and then Breakfast @ Tiffany's nite. And yes, Scott & Andreas were there. Graham Jessie Anna & Laura were there too. So HA. Not to mention lene, who is still here right now. My honored guest for the evening. So I gotta make this short, while listening to hanson (not actually that bad, unfortunately the 2nd track reminds me of ben -- lee). So good night all, my cousin & I will be chillin tomorrow.

Tuesday, April 18, 2000 11:15 p.m.


The police rule. RULE. I don't care what anybody else says.

I also found a quote that is perfect for me and my life and this site, which I'm putting up next week I guess. I have to wait a while cos I want it all to be a presentation type thing.

I had a fun day today. My cousin is really cool. We went to the Ave and to the beach and a few other places. That's where I got my cd (ave), and we also had dan man who skins cats and eats them and laura and brandon. Andreas wanted to come but couldn't and I feel really bad about that. (sorry andreas!)

I don't know. I feel really good lately. I woke up early this morning which I rarely do. I just... I feel all dreamy & special. I feel like the sky was made for me. It's only two months until school is over.

I thought I saw mle's jag today and it really scared me. I mean, I shouldn't be since we are on "speaking" terms or whatever, and it is her spring break and she can be on the ave if she wants to, but I was just a little perturbed. But I'm better now.

I want my scheduling for next year to work.

Monday, April 17, 2000 11:55 p.m.


I have to go, but it's all heidi's fault cos she got me looking at prom dresses!! Ack! Lene rocks. Took her to spots, then seattle center, & tower records. I'm not sure if I'm explaining the words i use too much or not enough. I have to go to sleep. fun fun.

Sunday, April 16, 2000 10:41 p.m.


fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. I'm having a terrible night. My day had been going pretty damn good, until i sat down to make my fucking page. It all went downhill from there. I tried to work on it, but my computer crashed twice and did all kinds of crazy things and I'm about to cry because I'm a week behind on my pitas and I want to write about it because it was a really fucking good week but it's 10:45 and I have to get the fuck out of bed tomorrow and I DONT WANT TO.

Wah! WAH WAH WAH!!!!!

I don't even remember what days I did what right now. I played golf, I watched so I married an ax murderer, I watched Chasing Amy and Night on Earth. I drove around a lot. I ate a lot. My mom took me to Chinooks. I did so much stuff. I went to parks. Fuck. I want to write. But I'm too fucking upset. I'm so mad.

eh.

I guess only sleep will make it feel better.