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Here again is the one and only oddity commonly known as Annabel, come again to grace these halls of bloggers.

Just kidding. Grace anything, me? You must have me mixed up with someone. Hello again, and sorry for being gone so long. It has been a busy (and when I say so, I mean it) summer. I've traveled a bit--gotten to see just about my best friend on the face of the planet, who happens to live 5000 kms from me. She lives in just about the most beautiful place I've ever seen. My mother (who I traveled with) disagreed on that count, but I would be completely willing to live there. Gorgeous. I've also gone to horseback riding camp for a week; that was very fun, despite being put on every horse but the one I wanted to ride the most. I also applied for a job I don't want, read a book I highly anticipated and was slightly disappointed by, and got a chance to get together with a few friends I hadn't had a chance to prior to my last post.

Read a few books... none really worth mentioning. Oh, besides Breaking Dawn. But I won't talk about it, because if I do, oh, man, will that post take forever. Depends on whether or not I have the patience to type it all up, one of these days. Then again, I am not reknowned for my patience--rather, I am reknowned for the lack thereof.

So, since I am kind of at loss of what to say, I will say something random that has occurred to me recently. Anyone out there believe in a sixth sense? Ok, wait, hold up. Let me preface this with something one of my favourite book characters (from one of my favourite books, from one of my favourite authors) said: "Every teenager in the world feels like that, feels broken or out of place, different somehow, royalty mistakenly born into a family of peasants." I must say I feel like that all the time, and while I understand that most... some... a number of other people my age feel that way, it's still true for me. Which bemuses me, because I can so barely relate to any person I know. And now, about to go on a teenage angst rant about the unfairness of life and how special and different I am, I can't help thinking of that and knowing that "You're not so freaking alone as you thought, smart one". Which, since I am an angst-ridden (<-- key word) teenager, doesn't help whatsoever.

And due to my extreme lack of concentration, I haven't even begun to say what I intended to. So like that quote said, I do think there's something up with me. What? I don't know. But something. And since I don't believe especially in being able to tell the future or having a sixth sense, this is even weirder for me to make anything out of it. But I want to say it to someone. My mother doesn't care. Neither does the rest of my family. So here goes.

Remember a few months ago I mentioned that I went to a family wedding (yes, I did. It's there if you want to look.) and I was all happy for the bride and groom. I don't know if I mentioned THIS, but something weird happened. I saw one of my mom's cousins there, who my mother hadn't seen in a while, and I hadn't either. She was wearing a tight black dress and holding her daughter, who's about 2. And, inexplicably, I looked at her and the only think I could think was, "She's pregnant." See where this is going? There was no evidence of it. It hadn't been mentioned or announced. She didn't have a baby bump. But it was TRUE. She told my mother. That was instance one.

Instance two. More recently, I was driving with my mom and got suddenly really excited. For no reason. Again. I get that often: anticipating nothing. But the feeling persisted, and when I got home, someone told me really great news about something I've been looking forward to a LOT (a movie release date got pushed forward) and I kept on being excited as though that was what I'd been excited about in the first place.

This happens often. I try to dismiss it as my standard oddities, but the pregnant thing especially got to me. So I had to say it SOMEWHERE, to SOMEONE. No sense. Don't know what to do about it... don't know IF there's anything to do about it.

Well, that's all for now. Ranting over. Going to try not to think about my strangeness.

Recommendation: Universe and You, by KT Tunstall. The acoustic version. It's so pretty.

~Annabel

I don't know what I'm doing. None of us do. How could we. We'd be living our own Groundhog Day. But I can guess pretty much what's going to happen, it happened yesterday, and the day before. I wait and look and hope for something to suprise me, and when it does I laugh or I'm afraid  but always I'm interested.

And if there isn't enough surprise in my life, I create it. I try and pretend I didn't so it can be a surprise, but I create it. The small encounters that I dramatise. The stories I read so that I can pretend surprising things are safely happening to me. The acts of random chaos that happen to others and allows me feel the wind as the juggernaut of life narrowly misses me again.

I think I'll try and create something surprising with my life, rather than out of the events that happen to me.

Here I am. At the beginning of a new adventure, Journalling. Who would have thought it? For me this presents a challenge to my usual way of thinking and a change in the way I live my life. An introspective look at my reality with the view to charting my path for the future. My objectives for this matter are

1. Discipline is a key component of journalling. Will I be able to keep up the habit. I have so many nice ideas but I oftentimes fail to follow through on them. The discipline I will need to journal allows me a starting point to curing this most annoying character trait. Hopefully I will have on me can spill over in other aspects of my life.
2. Taking time out of each day to chronicle my thoughts. Ideas usually come to me when I slow down. Unfortunately I live a hustle and bustle life which is sometimes by choice and other times by design. As a result I tend to react to situations rather than plan for them. Journalling should help me to think more clearly and plan rather than react.
3. I want to improve my writing skills. And the only way to do this is practice. As the saying goes practice makes perfect. I have excellent oratory skills but only moderate to good writing skills. When I write for some reason it takes a while to get my thoughts down on paper in the way I want to say it and I spend a lot of time editing. The sad thing is that if it were a speech it would not take as long. By journalling i will be able to practice this skill so that I can excel in this area as well.
4. Accountability!! By writing things down I keep a record of what I have promised myself. Are my actions corresponding to my goals? Am I getting closer to my goals or am I meandering along through life carried by currents around me. It is time for a change.

Next up personal Swot analysis.

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