Anna had some plastic nails...

(To the tune of "Mary Had a Little Lamb")

Look  look look at my new nails,
My new nails,
My new nails.
I'm so proud of my new nails
My mind is sure to blow.

And with with with some glue glue glue
Glue glue glue
Glue glue glue
Sticky on some glue glue glue
My pride I will surely show!

I bought bought them at CVS
CVS
CVS
I got them for five bucks, twenty cents
No need to let them grow.

They are sparkly, teal and white,
Teal and white,
Teal and white,
They're sparkly through day and night,
Here, take a look in this photo! Ho ho!

Aren't they prettyful???!

For more info and pictures of my awesome nails, leave comment asking for more!!!



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Sushi Sushi Sushi... 4 LUNCH!!!!!!!

Today I had a sushi lunch,
With a plate of fish by the bunch,
With yellowtail,
albacore,
salmon, and rice,
I wish that I would've had it all twice!
My special compliments to the cook,
Don't believe me? Take a look!

CHOP CHOP!

 Ready... get set... STOP! No, wait, go!

Breath freshener much?

*FINISHED*

Haha, Mom!

Making Kitties Mad

Heloo, and welcome to a special edition of the Daily Noodle, where I will be reporting live from Priya's House!!!!

*cue screaming fangirls*

Unfortunately, I cannot upload any pictures today bacause I can't download stuff from paint on this computer. Oh well, you guys are fine with it, right? Good. Well, today will be a "How To" type of thing. We are going to learn how to make a kitty mad! It's quite easy really, because there are so many different ways of doing it! But there's one specific way to make sure you piss of that kitty without getting hurt! So, let's begin, shall we?

The things you will need are:

some string
a cat toy (preferably a mouse stuffed with rice)
a couch with a stay-in cat hiding unerneath it
a kick-butt, persevering attitude, like the one you'd use to anger a baby; or a possessed maniac of a two year old.


Step 1: Approach your couch of choice with said cat underneath.


Step 2:  Assemble the string and toy by tying the tail of excess area of toy to string.
Remember: The knot must be strong and tight, like a Boy Scout knot or something.

Step 3: Engage the cat in some scratching or show the toy to it, but DO NOT REVEAL STRING.

Step 4: Pretend to walk away, and carefully sit upon the couch so as not to disturb your content cat.

Step 5:  Lower your mouse toy by the end of the string on to the ground and jiggle it up and down until the feline grabs onto it in frustration and annoyance. 


Step 6: This is your last step: Repeat step 5 until the cat chases the toy out of its hidy hole. When this happens, attack the cat with the toy and smoosh it into its face. If this works, you will officially have angered a cat without getting hurt.






...Unless it jumps up on the couch and slits your neck...
  

 

I am so scared... )=(

I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SCARED!!!!!!!!!!!

That's right everyone! I AM SCARED OUT OF MY FREAKING MIND!!!!! Today--well, sort of--contained the freakiest five minutes and scratching on the window of my life. You see, my mom and I were staying up late, watching a chick flick. It was a long movie, so by the time it ended it was around 12:35. And at 12:35, I was shivering like nobody's business. Wanna know why? Oh, I'll tell you why...

You see, during the movie, there was a scratching on the window next to the TV. It was dark outside so we couldn't see wahat it was, but my mom said it was like the imp dude from that Twilight Zone episode, you know the one where he's one the plane wing and Bill Shatner's freaking out? What she said was funny, but I was still kinda skeptical, and as the scratching grew louder, I decided to look out of the window despite my slowly growing nervousness. But this was all I saw:

Except for the outdoor lanterns we have along the lawn, all I could see was the blackness of the sky. The overhead light wasn't even on. So I went back to the couch and tried to ignore the scratching. But eventually the scratching got so loud and annoying that I nearly ran into my room and locked the door, I was that scared. So my mom decided to turn on the back yard lights, and...

The freakiest, hugest bug I have ever seen showed up on the window. A bug giant enough to make those really loud scratching noises that a human could make. It was just sitting there scratching at the window. My mom realized at that point that the light coming from inside was probably attracting the bug. So, being the awesomely brave mom that she is, she turned off the outside and inside lights, as well as the TV monitor until the scratching stopped. So there we sat, hugging each other with fear in the dark for a few minutes, listening as the grotesque scratching grew and faded. Finally, the bug's silhouette faded away, and the grating sound stopped. I was so frigging scared, I just didn't want to move.

Obviously the way I drew the bug just wasn't very realistic, but the bug looked roughly like taht, you know with the red eyes and bug brown body, and was actual size, like three or four inches long or something. I'm still really squeemish, and even the slighest prck I feel on my skun or the teeniest, tiniest creak I hear on the window panes or in the ceiling drives me crazy with terror, and I fidget and have a mini seizure. SOmetimes I even squirm so much I fall on my back and twitch around like a dog to get the "bug" I "felt" off.






















Well, at least we don't have locusts and water bugs in California... Still freaky, though.

Oodles of Birthday- #2

Okay this post will be short but meaningful.


As  you can see, it was someone's borthday today- Melanie. We enjoyed a fun and confuzzling visit to the Magic Castle, where we enciountered six spectacular magicions and three funny and awe-inspiring magic shows. Afterwards we were happy to have a three o' clock lunch at CPK and a one giant brownie- with a cherry on top. After all this, I just wanted to thank Melanie for being awesome and treating us to one of the best late lunches and early visits to Hollywood I've ever been on. And, of course....


HAPPY B-DAY, MELANIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

=D

Born This Way,Fool!

Ma ma ma ma ma ma post for today is...


LADY       GAGA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Yes, everyone, the world famous pop idol and crazy old bat who powers all exisstence with her catchy, holier-than-thou songs and DON'T CARE slogans. And today, she has even inspired Caroline and me to turn a sleepover into a friggin Gaga Attack!!!!!!!!!!

Photo Shoot:

Me without glasses: AWESOME MAKEUP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Caroline: " Cause I was Born this Way, baby!"

Cause I'm a freak, Baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Caroline's KISS makeup. (you like?)=D)

Want Your Love

♥♪♫

So remember, everyone, when in doubt, go....

GAGA

All makeup done by yours truly!!!!!



Thomas the Mini Electric Motorized Model Engine

Salutations. This is Anna Moss reporting live from the kitchen table!!!!  Today, I have a very special friend I want you to meet. His name is Thomas, the Mini Electric Motorized Model Train Engine. He is one inch in hight, three and a half inches in length, and half an inch in width. He comes to us from Santa Fe, and he is a very special, very teeny comrad of mine.

I have known Thomas for nearly 2 years now. He is a trusty, hardworking train, and he truly is a good friend. Today at 5:53 PM, I took a picture of Thomas:

Thomas lives with his railroad friends in the garage of our house on a 5 by 10 foot slab of painted wood. Here is a picture of Thomas with one of his friends, Penn Salt.

Thomas' hobbies include speeding at approximately 3 mph, impressing 2 year olds, and chuffing by an old farmhouse where the tenants always say hello. The people who live in this house are about a centimeter tall, and the house itself is just a half inch smaller than he is.

If you zoom in closely, you can see one of Thomas' human friends sweeping up the back porch. She sure is tiny! My fingernail is bigger than she is.
Thomas loves to speed. He is always waiting to blur past anyone who wants to see him. Today I decided to take a picture of Thomas going at full speed. Here, check it out!

Wow! You can hardly see him!

Some day, Thomas wants to be a big engine, just like his twin brother, Gordon. Gordon is a monstrous 15 foot cargo train, who shunts supplies from New Mexico to all around the U.S. But every once in a while, Gordon and his brother Thomas get together and play! In fact, one of the train masters in Gordon's station just uploaded a picture of him on to the internet. Here he is!

Can you see the family resemblance? Well, anyway, I just wanted to introduce Thomas to all of you, because he is a very special, very miniscule train, and a most significant friend.




The photos in this post were sponsored and hosted by the Marc and Anna Moss model train set.

CAMP IZ FUN.

Hello everybody! As ya'll are well aware of, it is now summer. And because it is now summer, I have made plans. Plans like rollerblading, Hollywooding, hotel and facial booking, and excersing. But it ain't all peaches and cream. A few days ago I had to make a very difficult desicion: a desicion between going to a super special awesome fun camp on Catalina Island for a week, or sitting around on my lazy bum for the next month and a half eating Cheerios, watching Spongebob.

Well, after some long thought, I am pleased to announce that I chose choice A. I've gone to Cataline four times before, and on my very first time I got the grand total of 81 FRIGGIN' MOSQUITO BITES IN TWO 1/2 DAYS. That's right, laugh. See, I found out on that first trip that I am extremely allergic to those nasty little critters, and have had to pay for it since, no matter how many pounds of bug lotion I've glopped on to my already swelling body. So as fun as week-long snorkeling, kayaking, archery, high/low ropes, and hiking to Avalon sounds, I am still a bit skeptical.

But anyways, here are soem photos of the awesome stuff I received for my ominous yet freakishly fun sounding camp that looms a week and a half away:

a T- Shirt!

A pamphlet on child safety... oooooooooo...

And last but not least, a big smile on your face!

Unfortunately, this also means I will not be able to post for an entire week! I love doin' this stuff! Sure, there are only five or six people (not counting my chopped liver uncle) who have seen and commented on this site, and yes, maybe I only have three followers. But you know what? Those five people and bowl of chopped liver are amazing. And thos three followers are not just followers: they're awesomers, and I'd rather live through the Yuck Olympics five hundred times a day than repress the fact that this is the coolest pastime ever, and those people are coolest viewers ever; so they'll understand.

Anyway, before I start to ramble (maybe I did get a little carried away), I just wanted to say...

I'm going to friggin' Catalina!

I. Am. Grossed. Out.

I. Am. Grossed. Out.

Not the usual grossed out, like watching someone puke at the top of a ferris wheel and having chunks of chicken and oysters flung on you from above.
Not grossed out like watching someone take out pushpins from his head,
Not grossed out like watching Sex and the City.

Just. Grossed. Out.


Grossed out like being invited to a seemingly harmless event with your best friend, Caroline, only to be squirted with foul smelling, gooey dish liquid.
Grossed out like realizing that the "Yuck Olympics" was a carelessly understated name for a freakishly weird church event.
Grossed out like being smashed in the face by one of those giant orange rubber balls covered in spaghetti and detergent.

I. Am. Grossed. Out.

But not like rubbing an already sticky towel on my body in the church bathroom.
Nor like drying off my bum with napkins and rinsing out my green gooed hair in the sink.
Not grossed out like watching others throw flour bombs at each other and squirting choco syrup on each others' faces.

I. Am. Grossed. Out.

My Day at the Yuck Olympics ^
                                                   
                                                                                               

Roller Blading: Better than Heaven

Hey, everybody. Following my previous post, I would like to review my awesomely fun time at rollerblading where my friend's b-day party was. Knowing me I'd screw it up, and I did. But i've only gone rollerblading twice before, and as I always say, third time's a charm! At least, I say that 'cause I'm born on the third.

Kayso, when we got there I was already hyperventilating and ready to pass out with embarassment. I'm horrible at skating. But there was this other girl there, Hee-An, who also couldn't skate. So when we got on the rink, we held each others' hands for support and scooched at -34 mph around the huge area. After a while, though, we both got the hang of it and I was able to push off slightly. But it was still pretty awkward, and I came around each bend looking like some sort of constipated five-year old.



But all the while I carried the bitter envy for the birthday girl, Elise, who skated around the rink like a dove in the air. She was going backwards and overlapping us. I was frustrated I started to see myself skating past her beautifully and twirling the air, making ballerina gestures so elegant and lithe that everyone's eyeballs popped out.

Wow, that looks sad because of how unrealistic it is. But eventually I caught on and started pushing faster and faster, until finally I skated past Elise. I was so proud I kept going, doing tricks like spreading my feet apart and then in. It. Was. Awesome. Until....

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwww....












Epilogue:

Well, now I'm better, but when I sit down my tailbone hurts like hell, and my butt's got a huge bruise on it. Oh, well, at least I got to eat some cake.

Oodles of Birthday- #1

Hello, ya'll. Today is a very special day: Elise's birthday party. While most of the world does not know who she is, today is one of the most special days in history and I hope she should know that. We are going roller blading today so I won't be here for the rest of the day and wanted to take this morning oppurtunity to tell her:

HAPPY FRIGGIN' B-DAY, ELISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 


Well, anyways, that's all for today but I'd like to thank Elise (as said so in the last post) for all she's done this year and for sticking with Caroline and me through MUN  and through 6th grade and through everything. Elise, I wrote on your Birthday card to type in this URL so here we are. Happy Birthday, and I hope I'll get to comintue this tradition for years to come.


Elise, if you're reading this, comment so I know you saw it. I can't wait for the sleepover tonight!

2 Words: NO SCHOOL!

TODAY IS THE DAY! As of 12:35 this afternoon I was officially a 7th grader and am now celebrating with prime rib and french fries. It was a wonderful school year and I'm gonna miss being a 6th grader; but on the bright side I won't have to deal with all the annoying people I had to see every day for three more months. I am currently drunk on happiness and high on adrenaline. I feel like I could jump of any cliff, face any foe, eat any cheeseburger! I know that this feeling is pure, undiluted joy.

This special post is dedicated to all the friends and family who helped me survive and conquer the jungle of unknown that is middle school:

Dad, Mom, Natalie (or Bubba), Genna, Sarah, Neha, the Pimbies (cousins), Holly, Camille, Skyler, Shelby, the rest of my band class, Miranda, Alex, Virginia, Emily, Jin, Maya, Emma, Hannah, NOT Ben, Mr. Roesner, Ms. Cohen, Mrs. Ayers, Mrs. Levine, her husband, her baby, Curian, Disneyland, Ms. Bailey, Jenna Grossman, David, Taylor, Courtney, Ethan, Noelle (HI!), Caroline, Elise, Claire, *deep breath*, Ofir, Kelsey, Coach Kegley, Ryan Moorman, and last but not least my dear homies, Warner, Bo, Char-char, Casey, Jamie, Jaclyn and Willy Billy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you everyone for making this year the best it's been, and for cheering me on all the way.


Special oober-dooper special thanks to the above "homies" and the Triunfo MUN YMCA delegation, namely Caroline and Elise, because these people are awesome and I love them sooooooooooo much.

Once again THAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANX to all and I look forward to starting a brand new year here in Middle School!

STOP THE MADNESS! (chain)

Hi, everyone. Today I'm going to be talking about something semi-- or maybe even mostly-- serious. See, today in band we had a big party celebrating the last full day of school, seeing that the 17th is a half day. Well, a few of my friends and I were chatting about how some guy brought in these disgusting 1% beef tachos (value pack xp). So, I've heard some gross stories, and I've seen even worse; this triggered those things in my head and I jumped into a story about what they do to the poor chickens at KFC (or their factories, anyway).

I won't rush into details now, but the point was that it scared the everliving crap out of them. But, you see, curiousity killed the cat, in this case literally. Pretty soon, they were begging me to tell them either sad or freaky stories about animal abuse and nuclear war. That's when I got thinking; Anna, you and your friends have an amazing life, and meanwhile some poor dog in Korea is being skinned alive for food.

Kayso, the reason why I wrote 'chain' at the top is that it becomes an addictive chain; one person starts talking about it, and it gets out. By the end of the day, the entire band class knew about it. Some people might consider us all freaking out and crying mass hysteria, but I'd call it realization. A friend of mine was sobbing because her dog's getting put down on Monday because they can't keep him anymore and there's no room at the pound. It's like there's no room on the street so your parents have to shoot you instead of kicking you out! I can just picture those poor dogs' faces right before lethal injection...

See? Isn't that sad? That's what they look like right before they die: sickly and pleading. And meanwhile its owners have taken their unsuspecting kids for ice cream to distract them from this tragedy, and life goes on. But we're animals too! What if the world was totally backwards and the dogs walked us, and fed us from a bowl, and we ate kibble and peed on newspaper? Would we like if they found out one us got salmonella?

Wow. Kinda freaky, right? Me with yellow skin. This is why I have the Daily Puppy (check out the bottom). In conclusion, when you see those Red Cross commercials with the cheesy googly-eyed animals missing ears and legs, just know that those animals deserve to be saved, because they would do the same for us if we were in that position. Remember: Be the change you want to see in the world.

I dedicate this post to Holly. If you're reading this right now, Holly, we all feel for you and your dog, and we're sorry it has to be this way.

Leave a comment if you care! NO HATERS!

School's Almost Out!

Well, everyone, the big day's almost here. We are officialy 1 1/2 days from being out of school-- for good. All the time in class all we're doing is returning textbooks and watching movies. I know that sounds fun, but time (in this case) does NOT  fly. But today was pretty cool. As most days that should be regular, my day was diverse and extremely crazy. See, this is what  a lot of people at my school miss out on!

Playing boring numbers in band.

Hangin out in math & science

Doodling on the whiteboard in Humanities

All the while day dreamin inside this big noodle that someday I'll be free and never have to step foot in this place again... for three months, at least.

But, that's the feeling you get when your teachers have annoyed the crap out of for 180 days straight. It's even become a stereotype for students to groan before a quiz!

However, it's all gonna be over on Friday-- the halfday of all our dreams. and I know our dreams will be fulfilled. The only "fine print" to that promise is the celbration-- of 8th grade culmination, to be precise.

Every year since I was five I've always looked upon the big kids walking ceremonially out on the school's giant lawn to receive a scrolled up piece of printer paper that resembles a cheap diploma. And every year since then I've had the constant envy of watching them chow down on cookies and choco pudding cake. "Oh, here, have my leftovers, Anna! I'm so stuffed! I'm already drunk on sugar and accomplishment," is what I get every year from the big kids. But today did it. I walked onto campus to find it swarmed with grandparents and little tykes, all shaking hands and hugging the 8th graders. That's four hundred 13-15 year old I have to watch pig out on a full course breakfast-- compliments of the school. And get this: they had tape around the entire lunch area so no one could sneak a bagel or two.

Basically, it looked like a bunch of sad little scrubbies standing furiously behind the line.

Aaaaaaaawwww..... )=(. makes me sad just to look at this crudely drawn portrait of my friends and me... Wa. Weel, anyways, like I said it'll all be over soon. Stay tuned for more on Friday!

P.S. No more school no more books, no more teachers dirty looks! Finally we'll be more mature, but first let's end this torture! XD

P.P.S I like rhyming =)

4 the want of Saltines...

Today will be short 'cause I'm baking cookies and my sister is yanking my hair out.

If you haven't already guessed today's topic, it's Saltine crackers. Yep, that's right-- 'nother food item. Today's post will take place in my Mom's Red Toyota. As already perceived, my sister Natalie is craaaazy. So it's no surprise she'd get balistic over a pack of cheap crackers. We were riding to school in the car, and my mom had Classical Music playing. Usually we have something like Ryan Seacrest or Carson Daly crankin', but today my mom went for a cultural attempt.

Oddly enough, it was one of those days when the Classical Music Channel was playing that hilarious opera, where we all hear random Italien people belting out gibberish to a tune that could've been a symphony by itself. And the only thing that could make it better was Nat going crazy between phrases.

Sometimes, my sister wakes up way to late too get dressed and eat breakfast, and today was one of those days. My mom packs stuff like OJ and bread for her to eat on the way, but, because life ain't perffect, today it was Saltines. And Ntalie LOVES Saltines.

Kayso, in the car she caught sight of those little packages of crackers and commenced raving over them. This is how the situation played out:

Nat: I wanna have some crackers!

Mom: Not yet, baby.

Nat: I wanna have... CRAACKERS!

Mom: NO, sweetie.

Nat: I SAID.............................. CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKERSSSSSSSSSSSS!

Mom: NO!!!!!

During this time the opera continued playing, and the outcome was like listening to some crappy soap opera.

Nat: Crackers!

Opera: HAHA!!!

Nat: CRACKERS!

Opera: HAAAHAAA!

Nat: CRACKERSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Opera Simultaneously: HA HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!



And that's when we arrived at school.

Hot 'n Spicy!

Well, today was just about perfect. The sun was shining at a 79 degree CA temperature, no homework (end of the year, of course), basketball in PE, and pizza for dinner. But the highlight of these various activities was lunch time.

Yes, lunch time. The only real break from our annoying and sometimes fun teachers, where eat and play is combined into a mash up of screaming like a maniac and pissing off the yard duties. And sometimes there's that extra tang to it that makes fourth period even better...

Today, that tang was, literally and figuratively, a bag of Hot n' Spicy Chex Mix. So here I was sitting and eating my delicous PB&J, and my friend, Maddy, came over and sat down. She's really funny 'cause, like a burrito, she's a whole lot of fun wrapped in a pretty outer shell. Like that simile? It gets better.

Anyway, Maddy sits down and busts out a ham sandwich. We started chit chatting when another friend, William-- A.K.A. Willy Billy-- came and sat down with the bag of godforsaken Chex. He loves stealing my food, so, like any sixth grader with excellent judgment, I stole it. And, keep in mind, he's a boy, so he's all like, "Yeah whatever..." But, you know, he's got no lunch now so... yeah.

So, after finishing up our food, Maddy and I eloped to a bench under a tree and dared each other to eating that eye-watering stuff. I went first; I dipped a hand into the little bag and pulled out one of those weird criss-crossy griddy.... things. Let me tell you, while it may not hurt as much as intended, eating those things are like eating a 500 calorie ball of chile powder.

Yep. Anyway, as you can imagine, I ran straight for the water fountain and chugged 'till the tank system was friggin' empty. And then poor Maddy tried it. I know it'd be easier to describe the following through an elaboarate sequence of words, but nothing can possibly describe the full length of her artifcially flavored- induced meltdown.

Ever seen a cat go berserk? I know I have. So, I know this didn't quite capture the actual event, what with the fire and all... but, um... I think I pretty much did see a little smoke. Well, as you can imagine Maddy made a beeline for the water fountain and drank herself half to death, too. But in conclusion...

BEST. LUNCH. EVER.  IN A BILLION YEARS

Kitkats: Harmless choco wafers? Or massive destruction baby energy pills?

Trying new stuff for my two year old sister is like waiting for a worldwide food critic to rate every meticulous amount of food I put in my mouth. Every time I make waffles in the morning...
"Anna?"

"Yes, Nat?"

"I wanna have some!"

When it comes to having burgers, she basically goes all spazz attack on me and practically jumps up on the chair (which is about a foot or two higher than she is).

And the worst part of it all is that when she gets a hold of all that, she goes all crazy. She starts screaming like a parrot on steroids. And she starts babbling and talkiing gibberish, like, "Annnnnnnnnnn....bur...flipy... HE WANTS A.... AYNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNAAA!!!!!!" Did that make any sense? Well, it shouldn't, 'cause that's how she is. When she's around people she doesn't know, she still thinks it's okay to go completely balistic.

So, yeah. But I think i can deal okay... until it comes to Kitkat bars. That's right, those delicious choco wafer morsals that can make anyone drool. However, when it comes to a crazy meglomaniac of a toddler, those "take a break's" become "take a thousand steroids." 

So, within five seconds of sight of those tasty candies, she totally, irrevokably, loses. It.

...