Blah Blah Blah

To every guy out there who has ever tried chatting up a girl who's a bit different (but, probably still far far out of your league), attempting your smooth talking skills, and most likely taking the piss at the same time... PLEASE! Listen to the song 'Blah Blah Blah' by Ke$ha, absorb it's message, and then never ever pro-create.
Or talk to any girls who are a bit different every again.

If it were me, I'd just laugh at you and walk away.

I haven't done the God thing in a while.
What a vague sentence.

Jesus Christ by Brand New pretty much sums up exactly how I feel about it though. Aren't I original? Using someone elses words to describe my emotions. I should be given a freakin' medal or something.

Let's talk about stress, baby.

Hello world, recently I have experienced an incredibly high levels of stress and I can't help but wonder that my life is SO much more interesting than the the lives of most reality tv stars. Film my life, document my emotions. Show the world how they can relate to my pain, my joy, my tears, my laughter, my absolutely and utter despair over the biggest and smallest things. Because there lies the difference, people can relate to me because I AM people. Reality tv stars like those that appear on The Hills are NOT relatable. We sit down and watch their lives and wish ours were just a little bit similar; the money, not the "drama" filled day to day unrealistic success, as much as I'd love that I can imagine it would be somewhat unfulfilled.

I, Anna Hunt, hereby give someone the permission to ask me if they could film my life, which is very eventful, for national entertainment. Every nitty gritty detail. Go for it, ask me.

Everything about the female species in every way is meant to be fragile. In appearance we're all soft, in speech we're all soft, in movement we're (mostly) all soft. Generally we're just all soft.
But I'm hardly a delicate flower.

I feel like on the internet you can't express unhappiness, it gets shot down with, "get over it."

Well, you know what. I'm a little bit not okay. That's all. I just needed to get that out somewhere. And with the knowledge that not many people read this, it felt safe.

love? pfft.

It's no lie to say that when I like someone, I like them a LOT.
Experience has taught me to not let my guard down, ever, and so usually I don't. I'm pretty sure this one is the first one to hit me hard since GC. Because I just haven't cared since then, not really, not enough.

Whenever I let my guard down for even a second, I always get burnt. Whenever I stop putting up a defence between my emotions and my actions it always seems to go completely tits up for me.

So what's better, lovers? Is it worse to have had that love and held on to it, even if you lost it in the end? Or is it worse to have never even experieneced it?

Young though I may be, and stupid as I know it sounds - because, trust me, I do - I have never experienced love(romantic love). And it's made me a complete cynic.

party hard.

I have a million and one things to say but I'm sure I should never divluge what I've been up to of late.

I'll give you hints, though.
I went to a party, more of an adult party than the teenage hissy fit puke competition parties I've attended in the past (not all the time but, come on, we all know that's most of them). No, no, this was more... interesting than any of those ones have ever proved. It was out in the sticks, a village just outside of a city in Kent not too far from my lovely new home.
I went with Jess and Y. I was probably the only single girl there, and definitely the youngest, by far.

I can now never stand for anyone accusing me of being inexpereienced.
But if the entire night has taught me anything, it's that I like the old me better than this new me. I've changed, and I know I have. I think I'll go back to the way I was, I was happier then.