Anonymous Werewolf

Musings and Rantings of A Fun Loving College Girl Afflicted With the Curse of Lycanthropy

Monday, May 22, 2006

I'll Be Back Soon

Things have been crazy. Once finals are over, I'll be back.

Monday, October 31, 2005


I'm glad that Halloween falls on a Monday. Basically it's been four solid days of partying. It makes up for last year when I was with Todd. He ruined Halloween for me by mocking people who celebrate as being "tourists". He didn't want to go out on Halloween, because he said that's the one night he stays in "becuase all the amateurs come out."

Jake and I have been going out as Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. He's dressed up as Tyler Durden and I'm dressed up like Lara Croft the Tomb Raider. We both walk around with Asian and black dolls and tell everyone that we're not seeing each other.

Jake originally wanted to go out as Bush and that Harriet Miers woman. If I dress up for Halloween, I want to be hot. I don't want to dress up like my grandmother. Anyway, he tried to talk me into it by saying that I could go around saying that he is the smartest person I've ever met. I don't know why that's supposed to be funny, but I usually don't get political humor.

Bella really tarted it up this year. She has this sexy lowcut vampiress dress . Josh has been calling her "Boobula." Of course, he can't really talk about custumes. He went out dressed up in a torn Boy Scout uniform, smeared with Vaseline, saying he's an escapee from Neverland Ranch.

Even though I've been wrecked several times this weekend, I'm still looking forward to going out. But I swear if I see another vampire, I'm going to scream. Why do vampires get all the exposure? People think there all sexy but, who wants to be dead? They have to be cold and they can't smell very good. And I think you have to be into really bad music and talk about how miserable the world is. I mean, what's the point of being immortal if you're just going to spend eternity bitching and moaning?

Get over yourself.

Monday, October 24, 2005


I went home for the weekend, partially because I haven't been back in awhile and also because my parents needed me to watch my sister while they surveyed the damage at the cottage.

I usually don't like coming home because my Dad treats me like a child when I'm here. He's like "I can't control what you do when you're at school, but while you're home you have to live under my rules." I mean, come on. Why can I be trusted when I'm up at school, but when I get home it's like I'm thirteen again? I'm an adult. In Canada, I can legally drink. And, you know, I've killed before. So why do I have to be home by 1:00am?

He is so unfair.

Anyway, Mom said Dad pretty much had a conniption when he saw the cottage. He's all obsessed with how the door was broken from the inside. Let it go, man. Somethings just aren't meant to be understood. Besides, that's why we have insurance, right?

I went up to the mall while they were out and ran into my old boyfriend, Casey. He was like, "Imagine seeing you at the mall." I've been dreading running into him. We haven't talked much since we broke up. We grew apart last year and then I started things up with Todd.

We talked for awhile. He's doing ok. He's taking classes at the local community college. His dad made him go there to prove that he would be serious about school before paying for him to go to a university. But he wants to been DJ'ing and says he makes decent money spinning at local clubs so he's still not too motivated to hit the books.

He says he's been dating some girl he met at the club. He asked about Todd. When I told him that we broke up, he seemed a little hopeful, but then I told him about Jake.

It's weird how you can run into someone that you used to spend hours with talking on the phone and realize that you don't have much to talk about anymore. and no matter how busy things are with your life, you can sum it all up in like five minutes.

You never know how much you've grown until you come back home and see that your home and old friends just don't seem to fit anymore.

Monday, October 17, 2005

Best Laid Plans

I really tried to plan ahead better this time.

Knowing that it was supposed to dip down below 40 degrees last night, I got the brainstorm to go up to our cottage for the moon. We'd closed it for the winter and I figured most of our neighbors had done the same.

I prepared for my stay by buying a bunch of lean cut steaks and the biggest water dish I could find. I even bought a couple of squeak toys, so I wouldn't get bored. I locked the doors thinking there was no way that I could work the doorknob.

Imagine my disappointment when I woke up inside someone's toolshed.

Fortunately I wasn't too far from the cottage (and even more fortunate, that there were some clothes in the shed).

I went back to the cottage and it was wrecked.

And I hadn't even touched the steaks.

As I drove back to campus, I got a call from my Mom.

"Sweetie, are you ok?"

"Yeah, why?"

""Well, I tried to call you last night both at your room and your cell phone and you didn't answer."

"Well, I was at the library really late last night and I probably had my cell on silent."

"I got a call from Mrs. Bender. She said something got into the cottage last night."

"Really, like what?"

"She doesn't know, but she heard a racket in their last night. She went by this morning and found the furntiure was overturned and some of it was broken. The door was knocked off the hinges. She's having it sealed up for us until your father and I can get up there this weekend. Which is nice of her especially in her condition."

"Is she ok?"

"Physically, yes. But whatever was out there last night got Fifi."

Fifi is Mrs. Bender's French poodle. She had to be at least twelve years old. She was a yippy little thing.

"That's terrible."

"That dog was like a child to her. She's beside herself."

Ugh. I can't believe that I've been burping up poodle all day.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

The Break-Up Monster

I've been avoiding Jake.

Bella had a huge blow-out with her boyfriend, the guy that she denied was her boyfriend. So whatever they were, it's over now. The long-distance thing was too much.

So now I have to avoid the Break-Up Monster. This beast likes to move on from one broken relationship and cause other break-ups.

Jake thinks I'm avoiding him. I haven't seen since he got back from spending the holiday with his family earlier this week. I told him I've been spending time with Bella, which is true. But I haven't told him about the Break-Up Monster.

Have you ever noticed that break-ups tend to follow other break-ups? I don't know if its because they heighten everyone's anxiety about their own relationships or if people take sides or what. But last year, about seven girls broke up with their boyfriends over the span of a weekend. And it wasn't even the weekend before Valentine's Day.

I wouldn't be suprised if this is all tied in to Nick and Jessica.

Maybe there's no Break-Up Monster. But I'm not taking any chances.

After all, stranger things have happened.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

What Do I Want To Be When I Grow Up?

My Dad is giving me a hard time about being responsible and picking out a major.

Right now, I'm listed as a "non-preference" student at school, which is a horrible way to describe someone who just hasn't picked a major yet. I have preferences. For example, I prefer not to live on Ramen noodles. I just don't know what I want to do.

I'm jealous of people like Jake and Bella, who knew they wanted to be since they were born. My dad is a total workaholic. My mom stayed at home, which I know is work too. But I wouldn't want either one of their lives. I just don't want life to be boring.

I went to go see my advisor, which was a complete waste of time because if he knew anything about career planning, he wouldn't be an college advisor.

He asked me, "well, what do you want to do?" If I knew, I wouldn't go to see him, right?

I told him about a few things that I want to do. Like being a purchaser for Banana Republic or something. But I think you have to take a bunch of business classes, which has nothing to do with picking out jeans that don't make your butt look too flat.

This school hasn't done a good job at staying current on careers. For example, there should be a major in being on reality television. Because once you get on one, that's like your new career.

Look at The Real World. The bars around here are always bringing old cast members like The Miz and Teck. They basically get paid to get drunk. I even heard Coral does speaking engagements. What does she talk about - what it's like to have huge boobs?

I could be on The Real World. I could be the party girl who just happens to be a werewolf. I would be totally normal for most of the shows, then there would be an episode where I change. It could be one of those "very special episodes," where everyone would learn a lesson about lycanthropy. You know, like the shows on binge drinking or Lyme disease.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Ok, Let Me See If I've Got This Straight

My schedule yesterday:

8:30am -9:15am Wake up, shower and get dressed.
9:30 - 10:25 Class
11:00 - 12:00pm Meet Stacie at the Union for lunch
12:00pm to 12:55pm: Study
12:55-2:25 Class
2:45 -5:00 Study (Ok, study, catnap and catch up on my shows)
5:00-5:45 Go for a run
6:00 - 7:15 Shower and eat dinner
8:00 - ??? Hang out over Jake's

My Dad's schedule yesterday:

5:30am Wake up.
5:45-6:30 Treadmill
7:00 -7:45 Commute to work
7:45am to 6:30pm Work
6:30 -7:15 Commute home
7:15pm -7:45 Dinner
10:00 Go to bed

Is this what I'm supposed to look forward to?

They're going to have to drag me out of this place.