I like...

... that my new puppy snores when she sleeps. I like my new house. I like days when I don't have to work AT ALL and don't have to feel guilty for it. I like cleaning my house all by myself while blasting music and belting at the top of my lungs. I like fresh flowers in the house. I like thinking of fun things that I'll like to do when I'm married. I like smiling. I like feeling twitterpated. I like holding hands. I like going to church. I like my mommy. I like hanging out with my little sister... even though I don't do it enough, she's pretty cool. I like thunderstorms and I can't wait until monsoon season. I like the sun and the way it tingles my skin. I like curling my hair. I like how my legs feel right after I shave them. I like going to the movies. I like being totally comfortable with someone. I like CTR rings. I like being LDS. I like talking about things. I like sweet kisses. I like getting motivated. I like pay day and paying tithing. I like taking responsibility for myself. I like loving people. I like my cat Charlie. I like my new sexy black stilettos. I like being a girl. I like that my toenail polish makes me feel like a mermaid. I like you!

Love, Annie

P.S. I really like it when people comment on my blog... just saying. :)

1 CD down... 8 to go...

Kyli gave me a bunch of CDs to burn about 2 weeks ago... and I am FINALLY getting around to ripping them to my laptop. I haven't even listened to all of them but what I have listened to I LOVE. So I decided to blog while they were downloading. :)

And SPEAKING of CDs... I really really super duper wanna make one! I have a bunch of different ones that I have in mind. I want to make a church one and a Christmas one and a Broadway one and a miscellaneous one with just a bunch of my favorite songs that don't fit in any of those categories exactly. I don't know which one I'm going to do first... and I don't know where I'm going to come up with the money to make all of them.. or even who'd want them. haha but I'm gonna do it anyway!

So just a little update! I finally told Angry Preacher Man that I just wanted to be friends. Which made me feel like a HORRIBLE person because his dad just died. I know, right? I'm awful. But he was super duper nice about it all and even let me borrow his little sister's Glee dvd's!! I'm so happy! But anyway, I must tell you why! Mostly because of Friday night... and because of the freaking outness that was experiencing when I thought of dating him. See, on Friday night Angry Preacher Man put together this little night float down the Salt River.. and it was pretty fun. But he and his friends that came were pretty LAME and immature about some of their jokes and just.. yeah. It was interesting.. pretty fun! But interesting. And then Mr. Brown was there too. I first met Mr. Brown at EFY... he was a counselor.. and now we're friends. Growing up is weird. But yeah, I've always kinda had a little crush thing going for Mr. Brown. It's not even a big deal but he had more of a pull for me than Angry Preacher Man... and I figured if Mr. Brown had more pull.. even though it's just a silly little crush... then Angry Preacher Man really had no chance. And he's just so short! Sad.

But a good thing that may have come out of that night... Mr. Brown may have helped me understand a little more why I am the way I am when it comes to boys. I explained to him what I knew of my strange situation... and he thought I should not go against my feelings, first of all. And then as we talked about it more... and I told him about how I move so much and have no problems just letting go of most of the people that I leave behind... he said that might be why I have a hard time with relationships. See, I've moved around so much, I have a hard time committing to things because it's like my brain is programmed to just plan for everything short term. For the past 5 years I haven't lived in one place for more than a year... and that's just crazy. And it totally makes sense to me.

But anyway, I'm really super tired and I have to pee... so I should wrap this up. OH I GOT A PUPPY!!!!! And when I say I ... I mean Kelene got a puppy.. but she's the cutest thing on the entire planet!! Charlie is very jealous because I am giving the pooch looots of attention... but I gave Charlie some loves tonight too... I thought she was gonna die if I didn't pet her. But ANYWAY. It's a boxer puppy and seriously. The Cutest Thing Ever. Love. Except she poops in the kitchen. Sickie.

Seriously though.. I'm tired. SO words of wisdom for the day... trust your instincts... you're smarter than you think you are. The end. :)

So it's 2:13 am...

... and I am just getting home for the night. Wanna know why? Because I am an awesome moocher! ... and I took terrible advantage of the fact that I am a cute girl tonight... and because Angry Preacher Man took me to see the new Shrek movie... because he likes me. And this is where I freak out. Except I know I'm freaking out so I'm able to contain it more. I know I have this problem... yet I can never seem to fix it. It's only not happened a few times in my whole life... when I didn't freak out when a boy liked me, I mean. I tried to fight it, I really did.... but he keeps making his hands too available for holding... and he gave me this look after we hugged goodnight that was just like..."oh heavens"... and he keeps commenting on my prettiness... I can't handle it. And on top of all that, he's shorter than me. This is just not going to work out.

It's kind of funny.... I used to have a terrible habit of rushing into things... and now I have a terrible habit of never getting into anything. Perhaps someday I'll find a happy medium.

I really wish my hair was longer already! Why am I so restless? When I'm feeling restless, I take it out on my hair. PROBABLY because I am too chicken to take it out on anything else. But I have decided to grow out my hair in order to better attract a husband. I figure it'll take at least a year to grow it out to the desired length... during that time I'll date all the wrong guys and learn oodles and oodles about myself and also what I want in a member of the male species. It'll be splendid. And then when the blessed day is finally here... when my hair is long and luscious once more... then I will be ready to meet my future husband. And he'll be all romantic and sweep my off my feet (which is much easier to do when I have long hair, you know... it's so much more romantical with long hair).

So I don't remember if I mentioned that I am definitely staying here for school... going to MCC to work on Psychology so I can be the best Marriage and Family Counselor EVER! And I'll stay in my ward... which I now adore!

Alright, it is now 2:40 and I am getting up at 8:30 so I can do baptisms at 9... so I must go to bed now. I should get more sleep at night... naps just aren't quite the same as a good solid 8 hours at night.

So I'll close with my words of wisdom for the day. Don't be afraid to say what you think. Don't be afraid to act on what you feel. I don't know anyone who got anywhere worthwhile by being afraid. I'll wrap that up with an awesome quote by Madonna. I think of this when I'm feeling chicken. I kind of live my life by it, really."A lot of people are afraid to say what they want. That's why they don't get what they want." It's easy to let life happen to you.. but where's the fun in that? The end. :)

I dedicate this blog post to Kelene Fletcher....

Mostly because she is the reason I am writing it because she has BUGGED THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS out of me trying to get me to post. So here it is... finally. Alright. Where to begin? My heavens, a lot can happen in... has it been 4 weeks? Almost a whole month?? Wow. It has been a while. Okay, well first of all I'll wrap up the whole Mr. Stalker Bank Man deal... loooong story short, we will probably be distant friends... I might not even say friends... more like acquaintances.. I might even start getting direct deposit, although I will miss the eye candy at the bank, it's not worth it to bump into him. I'll spare you the details. So that's that!

Let's see, what else? I've just been working a bunch... I'm working for the census on top of my Walgreens job right now. It's actually pretty fun. I don't get any mean people. How could people be mean to ME?? I mean, really. Look at me.

You know what I realized? I kind of have a crush on every boy. All of them. I can't even tell you all of the boys that I love. There are too many of them. And they're all so very different. How am I ever going to find a husband when I love so many boys? You know who's scary to love? RM's. But I'm starting to love more of them.. just because I know more. Do you know WHY it's scary to love RM's? Because they want to get MARRIED. So usually... I love them. And then I freak out. And then I run away really really fast! And then I love them from a distance. :) Sometimes I wonder if I really will get married. You never know these days. I mean, I don't find people that I genuinely like very often... someone that I never feel awkward around... someone that I'm totally attracted to... someone that has the same goals as me... someone that actually likes me in all of my quirky, annoying, weird, self absorbed, loud, awesome glory. I mean, really though... I have a hard finding someone that I actually like and who actually likes me back. Relationships and dating and all that jazz... it's just craziness.

But anyway, on with what's been happening to me. I performed in Joseph Smith: The Prophet this last Sunday and it was such an amazing experience! Everyone did such a great job and I loved every second of it. :) I got two dates out of it, too. One was with the Angry Preacher Man and the other was with this other guy... I'm not even sure he was in the fireside.. but whatev. I actually need to call the other guy back to schedule a time for a date... if he'll still have me. haha I feel bad. but ANYWAY. I went on a date with Angry Preacher Man on Tuesday night. Basically he's a great guy. He's super nice and way funny and seems to have his life pretty well together. We get along swimmingly and he seems to like me. And I actually think he's pretty darn cute.... except that he's my height. MAYBE even a little shorter than me. Problematic? Potentially... I'm trying REALLY SUPER DUPER hard not to let it bother me.. or sway my opinion of him in any way... but I'm afraid I'm beginning to fail. He was the first guy I'd ever been on a date with who was shorter than me.. and he's not even little... he's totally my type.. in every way. He's a bit thicker, cute, dark hair... he's just short. I don't know how this whole thing is going to play out... I'll keep you posted. We have another date on Friday. But the date went really well. We went to his little sister's choir concert and got ice cream, pretty basic but definitely up my enjoyment alley. We'll see.

Stoooooopid things happened to me today. I had to spend 600 freaking dollars to fix my car so it could pass emissions. Poo. I got a ticket last week because my tags were expired.. and that same night I locked my keys in my car again. I know. Again. Ridiculous. I have super funny stories of guys hitting on my at Walgreens and me being so incredibly awkward. My manager wants to make a name tag for me that says, "18 and Mormon" ... just so I won't have to worry about it anymore. I like the idea.. but he won't actually do it.

Kyli Larson gave me a fabulous idea... I need to just stop worrying about my social life and work on me time. I need some me time. And not worrying about the fact that I have nothing to do on Friday night but hang out with my family will be a welcome change, I think. Life is crazy... but I'll make it. It's wonderful and crazy.

Words of wisdom for the day... Feeling sad and stressed about things does no good. Put your faith in Christ and it will be okay. IT WILL. The end. :)

Mr. Stalker Bank Man

Okay, I know all of you are just DYING to know what happened with Mr. Stalker Bank Man. Obviously I don't think he's as permanent a fixture on the show yet to reveal his actual name.. HA! But I will tell you he might have a fighting chance. But he will have to fight for it... mostly because I'm a freak.

I think before I tell you what has happened since my last post I should tell you a little about this problem I have. See, whenever a boy likes me a lot... I can't stand him. It's twisted and weird and I'm a freak.. but it's true. I can even like a guy a lot... and I'll flirt a ton to get him to like me.. and then as soon as he does like me.. I FREAK out and run away as fast as possible. I am not entirely sure why I do this... and I'm really trying to work on it. But it's hard to ease my panic a lot. HA!

So you can see where this is leading. Obviously Mr. Stalker Bank Man is very interested in me.. which obviously means I have to freak out and want to get out of there as fast as possible. I realized I was doing this a little... so I kept trying to hang out with him.. but he's just so touchy and I was freaking out as it was and I was just having issues! So we met Monday.. and saw each other every day until our date which was tonight. I'm not gonna lie, I was basically DREADING this date. He told me we were going to go on the Light Rail to Tempe... get ice cream.. and then come back on the Light Rail. Awwwwkward if you don't want to be on the date. HA! So I talked to three lovely people that I adore about it.. and they all gave me excellent advice and input and helped me calm down a bit.

So before he picked me up I just decided I was going to have a great time (attitude is everthing) and got all cute and tried to get pumped. WELL he picked me up and he'd changed plans, thank HEAVENS! And the activity was so cute and thoughtful! He knew I liked reading and books a lot and so we went to Bookman's and we each found our favorite book and we told each other about it and read one of our favorite passages and just discussed literature and the types of books we like and why we like them. It was really simple and kinda dorky but it was the cutest thing ever. And I was WAY impressed that he took the time to think of something that I was really interested in. And of course it's all very flattering and such, which is always nice.

I don't know if it's going to work out though.. just because I am wanting to take things nice and slow.. no rushing. Spend more time with him and just really get to know each other. And he seems ready to really date. I don't know. I don't really have a ton of experience with this stuff. It's a bit stressful. Ha. I just don't want to get into anything I really don't want to be in.. if that makes sense. If any of this makes sense. And I'm just trying to be a good girl. haha. Oh goodness, growing up is fun! HA! And RM's are scary.

So that's pretty much it for that subject!

We are moving next week to Fraser Fields and I'm way excited!! I start Census training next week... and yeah, that's just about it! Nothing else too exciting. :)

And as for my words of wisdom for today... I guess something I'm learning at this very moment is to pray about this little things. If it's something that you care about... and that is worrying you or stressing you, no matter how insignificant it may seem to the world, Heavenly Father cares about it just because you do. He loves us all so much and wants to help us with things we are struggling with! So don't be afraid to go to him. The end. :)

Time Capsule

So I have been trying to pack up my room this morning (I'm not getting very far because I'm so freaking ADD. For heavens sake) when I came across a tin can in the back top shelf in my closet. The label said, "This Time Capsule Belongs To: Annie Fletcher. Don't Open Until: I'm 58 Years Old." Oh goody!! What a find! And I figured I'm only 40 years early.. no biggie. And I definitely wanted a break from packing... so ... I opened it! And I am prepared to share the enclosed with you here on my blog. There really wasn't much in it.. which was disappointing, but what was in there was pure gold. Ready? Okay.

I know, hot right? According to the other documents in the time capsule I was in 3rd grade. I definitely remember that outfit as being one of my absolute favorites. Okay, so are you ready to learn more about the 3rd grade Annie Fletcher? Okay, here we go!

I hope you can read it all. Basically I was the coolest little kid on the planet. And when I say coolest.. I mean I was freaking weird. It was definitely fun getting a little blast from the past. I didn't even really remember a lot of the things that little 3rd grader Annie liked. Definitely worth the hour that it took me to open the freaking can and make this blog. The end!

My Life is Like a Sitcom....

Or so says my BFFAEAEAE Kyli Larson. Here is the plot of the sitcom: The star, Annie Fletcher, always has a new boy. Always. And honestly, it's kind of true. haha. She is constantly telling me that every time we talk on the phone I have a new boy toy. (Well, not "boy toy" per se... just boy that I like to frolick with and have decided to be friends with and possibly more friendlier things.. you know. HA!) Well, I have found my new starring boy and until he becomes a more permanent fixture on the show we shall call him Mr. Stalker Bank Man. I have already discussed this name with him and he doesn't like it.. but he probably won't read this blog so what he don't know won't hurt'im! BAHAHAHA. Okay I'm done. So now for the lovely story behind this new boy.

On Monday I was home all by my lonesome all the day long. I pitter patted around the house... cleaned my room, did some chores, watched some Project Runway while I mended some of my clothes (I was inspired). After I was finished with that I had to go to the bank to do all sorts of funsie things with my last paycheck. It was about 1 PM at this point... and I still hadn't left my house... so I was still in my sleep shorts and a tank top. I seriously considered just going to the bank in that.. I mean, who's gonna see me there? I'll be in and out in 15 min.. Come on. THANKFULLY I decided to put on some real clothes that actually covered my body because when I walked in I saw MR. STALKER BANK MAN! I didn't know that was his name yet... nor would I til the following day.. but I am getting ahead of myself. So I wait in line for a while.. I had just thrown on a cardigan over my tank top so I was pretty hot. Temperature wise, I mean. HA! So I see this one teller guy and he's pretty cute and I keep looking at him secretly hoping I get to go to his window. And then I do! I get up to the window and do the one of the most important things BYU Idaho taught me: CHECK FOR A WEDDING RING. My investigation was very successful, I found out he was not married.. or at least did not wear a ring.. and was MORMON.. score for CTR rings. So we were chatting, not even really flirting. I brought up how I went to BYU I last semester so he'd know I was also Mormon. We kept chatting and realized that we had a couple friends in common, the lovely Ellsworth girls, Meredith and Verity. Everything got finished with my check and that was the end of it, I went home and worked out and went to work. WELL, apparantly while I was busy working my little tushie off Monday night Mr. Stalker Bank Man was being his stalker self and working on getting my number from Meredith, who did not have it and recommended Verity, who did not answer her phone, and then finally he just thought of people who were in my ward and ended up calling one of the few guys who actually have my number in the ward, my home teacher David. I know intense, right? Stalker, much? HAHAHA yes. So we have a date Friday and we actually chatted at the temple for a while tonight and had some pretty dang good conversation. I'll keep you posted.

It was my mommy's birthday on Monday!! :) And I was planning on surprising her to get pedicures then but then she was out of town all day and Tuesday I had census training and work and practice so that was a no. But today I will take her and I am very excited. :) I love her bunches and bunches.

I think that's about it. I'm too tired to write anything else. Alrighty then.

I guess for words of wisdom for the day I'll tell you a lovely little story that kept me motivated to keep my room cleaner for about a week. See, whenever I do laundry.. it ends up on my floor because I am too lazy to fold/hang up my clothes. So about a month ago I was cleaning all the clothes off my floor and I picked up an article of clothing and a COCKROACH fell out. I was thoroughly disgusted and had a serious case of the willies. Thankfully it played dead and did not run about, that would have been horrid. Anyway, I was disgusted with myself for creating an environment that was conducive to the living habits of a cockroach. My vow to keep my clothes off the floor failed though. It is currently littered with clothing. Oh well. But back to my words of wisdom for the day... even though I do not follow my own advice.. Keep your room picked up so cockroaches don't live in your clothes. :) The end!