Wordpress, thats what..

Why?
Because its a pain in the arse.
Seriously, any updates took ages.
And being a student, I don’t HAVE ages.
Therefore, wordpress is gone.
Fanupdate is back.
Anjie has arrived.
TMT is in revamp.

All is well.

It’s been around a month, and I haven’t updated the muse theory. At all. Period. Well, no, not a month, I guess, because I’ve only had the domain for a month, give or take a few days. Only about two weeks since the opening. Let’s go with that. Either way, that’s bad. And I promise future updates.

I have a vendetta against pitbulls.

And generally, I love all dogs. All animals, for that matter. But pitbulls are officially the first on my list of evil animals. No, one didn’t bite me, growl at me, etc. The bloody animal nearly broke my leg!

You see, a bunch of friends and family took this trip out to a house on the river. This summer-house was one of those plantation style, old southern ones you see rolling down to a river. (Take the house from the movie ‘The Uninvited’ as an example. If you haven’t seen said movie.. Look here.) There were cookouts, parties, and that sort of thing, people brought their boats to go out, etc. And in the back of that house, take away the pretty thing those two girls are sitting on, and instead, there is a boat-ramp that lowers directly into the water. It is a steep concrete slab, ribbed for easy tire traction and footing, and the best way to avoid getting swept away by the current as you dive into the water. Now, I and a few friends decided to go out an swim as the food was being cooked. (A nice, grilled veggieburger for me. Yum!) We’re making our way down the steep slab, and this huge pitbull comes barreling down the ramp, straight into me. I fall and tear the sh*t out of my leg, nearly breaking it.

And she did it to me twice! On the same leg! That dog has it out for me, I swear. >.> She also managed to chew up my new headphones and ruin my favourite pair of beach-shoes. -sigh-
Maybe I shouldn’t give her treats anymore. Meh, I dunno. I’m also tan! I know that’s not the dog’s fault, but I’d like to think it is. I absolutely hate being tan, and I really don’t know why. At least I’m not sunburnt, which is kind of a miracle, seeing as I can’t recall putting on sunscreen the entire time I was there. ^^

I’m going to stop boring you stiff, cos I expect you’re.. bored stiff… by now, so I’m just going to get on with it and let you go about your day. Unless you really have nothing else to do, then I suggest you do something else, because I have nothing else to blog about that isn’t completely off topic.

But, if you’re really that bored, try these.
1) Do you share my vendetta against pitbulls?
2) Having a good summer?
3) Do you think I should update soon?
4) Any ideas on things I should add to the site?
5) Are you bored stiff? If not, what are you doing?

With love,
Anjie.

Welcome, one and all, to themusetheory.org. My own little corner of the internet is finally non-robotic host-free! Not that I didn’t simply adore Kate, it’s just wonderful to have my own little space. I’d also like to shoot a HUGE thank you in the ways of Jorja and Steff. Jorja, for lending me FanUpdate and the files that come with it. I kept swearing ‘Okay, I’m going to code premades when Jorja sends me fanupdate’. Unfortunately, she did it quickly, dooming me to my fate quicker than I had expected. And Steff, because she bought this little piece of internet for me.
Okay, seriously, thats enough plugging for this blog. Sorry guys, but those three seriously deserved it. And I’m also going to take the topic from Jorja’s blog, because I have this desire to rant on it.
Everyone in this world has said, once or twice, ‘My life sucks’. Jorja’s blog gives us a list of thing that we can check to see if our life sucks. Mine, apparently, does, but I don’t think so, anyway.
In the world we live in, it’s cool to complain. Have you noticed? Everyone has some sort of complaint about some thing or another. ‘Oh, shi*, I dropped my sunglasses in the toilet. I need new ones’ Uh, no, you don’t. If there wasn’t crap in the toilet, try a towel, honey. Many of these things can be fixed with a little work. So it doesn’t suck, it just means you’ve gotta pick up a paper towel once in a while. Granted, I’m guilty of being lazy sometimes, but still. ‘I’ll get around to it’ isn’t a viable excuse, nor is it going to get your car cleaned.
But, there are some people’s lives who do, in fact, suck. Those who have been victims of child abuse, have parents or friends who are druggies, or are druggies themselves, and those kids in Africa dying from AIDS and starvation? I don’t see them blogging about it, do you?
Now, if you please, try not to use the words ‘My Life Sucks’ so bloody loosely.

If you’ll excuse me, I have a Hershey bar in my fridge, calling my name.

But first..
QUESTIONS!.

1) Have you used the phrase ‘my life sucks’, once or twice?
2) Have you ever dropped anything important into a toilet or other body of water?
3) Do you want a Hershey bar?
4) Ever seen a starving African kid blog? If you have, can you link me?
5) What do you think of the new site?

With Love,
- Anjie.