this old thing?

Laura told me she looks at this blog sometimes (I have no idea how she found out it exists. Maybe I forgot to put a setting on it. My fault.) so that made me want to dust it off with a new post.

I just saw you this morning. The second we walked out of the door of Deedee, my mom said "I think Annie really misses you." and my face had some emotions. I think I really miss you too. Hence the tearing of the eyes.

Also, some resolutions for 2010:

1. be fabulous/get a grip
2. write more letters/emails to people










hey Laura!

since i lost my camera, this is the best i can do.

times is hard, life is hard.

i want these

Bummer Summer of '09

New York keeps kicking me in the face. And people keep dyin'! What's the deal, Universe? Quit it already.

Last night I got half-way mugged. I don't mind telling you about it through this blog because I want to think of it as not a big deal at all. I'm not hurt. He didn't take everything. I was walking back to Merc's around 12:30 after meeting Emily for a drink at a place in the neighborhood. I was walking down this semi-busy, beautiful-cosby-brownstone-apartment lined street (this hood is almost disgustingly cute and perfect) and this teenager came up to me with his t-shirt covering half of his face and his other hand underneath his shirt. He basically just told me to give him all my money and threatened me but I can't remember what he said he would do. I was immediately petrified. I threw all of my cash at him (which was kind of a lot.. I only really spend my cash tips) he grabs most of it (that was the part that really confused me) and bolts. Then I was left shaking and feeling totally stupid for giving my money to a stupid kid who probably wasn't going to do anything to me.

So anyway, this is proof that this summer may have been one of those bottom-of-the-barrel-not-too-awesome summers. I didn't really relax that much and I was confronted with many reasons to freak out/lose my shit. It's kind of hilarious how all of this horrible stuff has happened consecutively in such a short period of time. That makes me feel like it's not me, it's something else in the air. So right now I'm just focusing on surviving this season of unfortunate events and moving on to a Fall of change. Change we can believe in (copyright B. O'Bombs).

back 2 skool blog post

last night someone told me i sound like Jean Arthur

ET TU, TESS?

I almost sent you a text message asking you to take down that picture and then I realized I could do it myself.... Ah, modern times. Young/Modern times.

food fads from college in chronological order

- edy's soft serve ice cream sundaes with a bunch of shit on them including cereal from the cereal bar and sometimes sour cream that was mistaken for whipped cream (like the sour cream incident of oct. 22 2003)
-everclear
-tater tots
- Late Night choc chip "scones" and hagen daz pints
- jameson

- pasta, salsa, salsa pasta
- heart-shaped lasagna one time? yep, I think so.
- tater tots
- 5 pounds of easter chocolate from grandma marge
- vintage franzia (because it lasted quite a while in the old 505 fridge)

- every flavor of lindt and cadburry chocolate bars
- strongbow
- percy pigs and other gummy shapes from various european candy stores
- monica lebinskys

- pizza rolls
- tater tots
- cupcakes for no special occasion, just because we were hungry
- papa dels pizza mondays (sigh..)
- weed butter
- mac attack pizza from antonios
- mac attack (aka mac n cheese w/hot dogs which was really only popular during the snow storm of '06.)

this is starting to seem like a bad yearbook message that is filled with stupid inside jokes. Is that what this blog is? A collection of inside jokes that we shant forget? Fine by be.

H.A.G.S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Favorite foods from back in the day

This is the only one that comes to mind so far.

Tonight, I ate the other half of the klondike bar that I ate half of on Monday and sent you a text message about. It seemed wrong to not let you know what became of both parts.

Also, I don't remember the conversation that was overheard at Firehaus. It was most likely just a serious of grunts that we interpreted as "Let's go to the silver bullet," because we all secretly wanted to. But you know what? It wasn't no free show.

I think I'm going to Champaign for the day tomorrow... anything you want me to bring back?

Last night I was trying to remember the conversation I overheard between 2 gentlemen at the FireHaus that lead us to go to the Silver Bullet. Do you remember?

I also just had a small hankering to email David Lichterman to see if he could send me some old Dragonfort.net gems. I don't know why I'm feeling all 'stalgic for the good old days these days.

I love our new headline. I think I wear your underwear once a week. (sick!) (it's true!)

I couldn't figure out what the other picture is that I wanted to put up, but I just thought of the shower in the basement on Pembridge that was totally meant for group showers, real world style. Remember?

THIS IS BS

I took way too long to put a post on this sheezy considering how much I lol'ed at your last post.

First of all, you are very correct. If you close your eyes during group exercise, and your fitness instructor has a penchant for 80s/90s ballads, it's very easy to imagine being at Sea World. If you actually hear a splash, though, it's probably time to get up and leave because nothing good just happened.

I just went through my entire iphoto library and all your flickr pictures (you know, one of those days) and here are two I thought would be nice to share/discuss:



Hokay, so, the choco cake is in front of me and the gross-looking fondant-covered cake is in front of you and I'm thinkin that most likely we had switched plates at this point - because I always go sugary and you always go chocolatey. What do you think? Do I not have enough important things in my life to think about?



And then there's that one. lolol.

Maybe I don't want anyone else to ever read this blog...

some A-topical topix or Poor Us

Yes, I think it is possible for this to be a casual a-topical (without topic) blog... thinking of topics has actually been getting me down lately. Too much pressure. Let's just share some thoughts and organize them later. BUT if topical-izing is the way you ruminate (or bloginate) on things, then forget everything I'm writing right now.

Some thoughts during fitcore today:

a. I want to make a piece where the dancers wear headset mics. When I was listening to the fitness instructor today, I realized it is very easy to imagine you're at Sea World or those museums with indoor dolphin pools when you hear someone speak into one of those things.

b. There's an oldish woman who comes to this class a lot who always moves her lips during the exercises. It kind of looks like she's counting but if you look closely, she's definitely saying numbers out of numerical order (ie 5, 2, 8, 4). She also does those little hand embellishments that one of your teachers does sometimes.

3. I want to make another piece called "Poor Us" and the first section is going to be called "This is Bullshit."

4. I saw that guy Emmett in the library today. The guy Ruth used to date. I immediately remembered how he had the best/wierdest semi-pick-up line ever which was: "So... I get my braces off on Tuesday." (remember? I hope Emmett never reads this.)

I've been thinking about this poor little neglected blog lately and how it is not at all ready for human consumption - maybe it should never be for humans besides us? Maybe it will be more useful when you move away and we can ONLY communicate via blog? I've heard that people in NY are too busy to talk on the phone or text, so they just blog. Twitter and blog. Sounds kind of gross.
The word blog reminds me of how, when we both had myspace profiles for five minutes sophomore year of college, your profile pic was of a lady with 80's hair and a blue dress in a reclining position and the little quote thing next to it said "i'm not into blogging." I hope you've had time to reconsider that in the past four years; although obviously you have because here we are.
So, since parents ruined everything, is this the new wall-to-wall? Should it be more casual than this post? I guess I just feel like it needs more of a 'concept,' and that would make it easier to update.

I saw this today

and then I went to the mall.

If it were a few years ago and all of our bosses and parents weren't on facebook I would write "You and the Little Mermaid can go fuck yourselves." on your wall.

mow

to do list

and:

90210
party of 5
weeds
american office
pineapple express