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Sunday, August 21st, 2005

4:47 pm

*TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey*
Name:	Anne Thériault
Birthday:	August 6th, 1982
Birthplace:	Montréal, Québec
Current Location:	Halifax, Nova Scotia
Eye Color:	Hazel
Hair Color:	reddish brown with highlights
Height:	5'1
Right Handed or Left Handed:	right handed
Your Heritage:	Acadian, Irish
The Shoes You Wore Today:	none yet
Your Weakness:	shame, fear and lack of self-confidence
Your Fears:	being left alone, being forgotten
Your Perfect Pizza:	barbecue chicken
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:	getting promoted at work, doing lots and lots of theatre
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:	hahahahaha
Thoughts First Waking Up:	"fuck. I hate mornings" if it's early, "mmmm time for bagels" if it's not
Your Best Physical Feature:	my eyes or lips I guess
Your Bedtime:	sometime after midnight, usually
Your Most Missed Memory:	home
Pepsi or Coke:	neither
MacDonalds or Burger King:	macdonald's
Single or Group Dates:	single
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:	neither
Chocolate or Vanilla:	chocolate, s'il vous plait
Cappuccino or Coffee:	ummm... latte?
Do you Smoke:	socially
Do you Swear:	every fuckin' day
Do you Sing:	I love it
Do you Shower Daily:	yes, nearly
Have you Been in Love:	yes
Do you want to go to College:	I did two years... I'd like to go back
Do you want to get Married:	maybe someday
Do you belive in yourself:	not especially
Do you get Motion Sickness:	not really
Do you think you are Attractive:	again, not really
Are you a Health Freak:	sometimes
Do you get along with your Parents:	yeah, I do
Do you like Thunderstorms:	yep, love 'em
Do you play an Instrument:	violin, a bit of guitar
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:	fuck yes, try "within the past 24 hours"
In the past month have you Smoked:	see above
In the past month have you been on Drugs:	hmmm... don't think so, could've been
In the past month have you gone on a Date:	yes
In the past month have you gone to a Mall:	I work there :P
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:	....no
In the past month have you eaten Sushi:	yeah... a bunch... last night... soooo good
In the past month have you been on Stage:	I think so
In the past month have you been Dumped:	nope
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:	nope
In the past month have you Stolen Anything:	nope
Ever been Drunk:	oui, definitely
Ever been called a Tease:	yes
Ever been Beaten up:	no
Ever Shoplifted:	no
How do you want to Die:	old and comfortably warm, with all my family around me
What do you want to be when you Grow Up:	an adult
What country would you most like to Visit:	France, I think... maybe Italy or Greece
*In a Boy/Girl..*
Favourite Eye Color:	Blue
Favourite Hair Color:	brown
Short or Long Hair:	short
Height:	6' or taller
Weight:	skinny
Best Clothing Style:	I dunno... normal? not preppy, maybe a bit punky
Number of Drugs I have taken:	types of drugs? just two, I think
Number of CDs I own:	I dunno, a bunch
Number of Piercings:	my ears... want my nose done, though, pls.
Number of Tattoos:	none... yet
Number of things in my Past I Regret:	I dunno, a lot?
CREATE YOUR OWN! - or - GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!

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Wednesday, July 21st, 2004

12:08 am

I think I have a spider bite on my neck.
How gross is that?
Anyway, I assume it's a spider bite. I don't know what else it could be.
UNLESS IT'S FROM A VAMPIRE.

All the websites I read about spider bites were scary, so I had to stop. They were making me have phantom symptoms.

No one tell my roommate, please, she's terrified of spiders.

In other news, my neck hurts.

Okay, I lied, that wasn't other news. That was the same story.

Shit.

The spider bite has made me retarded.

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Sunday, July 18th, 2004

11:33 pm

I like my street.
I'm really surprised how much I've grown to appreciate it.

My favourite time to see my street is at night, under the streetlights. They're soft here, with a blurry halo around them.
I walked to the store tonight to buy a snack. A man out on his front porch says
"Hello, dear, how are you?"
Fine, I say.
He grins and drinks his beer.
"It's quittin' time, eh?"
I nod in agreement, and as I walk away I can hear him start to whistle a low, aimless tune out into the dark.
The man at the corner store knows me now.
"Hello, sweetie, how are you?" he asks in his accented English.
I'm all right, I say as I pay for my food.
He notices that I have a collection of pins on my bag. He says that he'll start saving some for me, whenever he finds them.
A few weeks ago he asked how many boyfriends I had, and I said none. He smiled and said what, a pretty girl like you, and no boyfriends? Then his face turned serious and he said, I know, it's like that sometimes, but you'll find someone soon.
And for a minute I believed him.
Walking home, I looked into people's windows as cats flicked around me, crossing streets and exchanging greetings.
I saw a reproduction of a medieval painting hanging above a fireplace. I saw people playing cards, watering plants and watching tv. I heard voices floating out over the streets, some speaking English, some in other languages.
The shoes are still hanging from the telephone wire on the corner at Falkland street. I try to salute them whenever I walk by.
Who says that this is a bad street, a bad neighbourhood?
I love my street.

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