Cutest thing ever: Tot + New Team Member

Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuude, I miss you like whoa already. I want to discuss my France plans with you. The whole Strasbourg thing is not shaping up as it ought -- the bloody frogs want me to jump through all kinds of hoops on a pogo stick blindfolded to even get them to consider letting me into their country to study. Sheesh. This is all on top of the trouble I have to go to for UNC to think of allowing it on their end -- which could very easily be denied, thus preventing me from studying abroad at all. And the various deadlines (the final of which is but a mere month and a half from now) are looming.

And I have to think of more immediate things too, like renewing my passport for Germany and registering for classes which are currently closed and sprucing up my resume so I can apply for internships. And testing my beauty products, which is probably the only fun part of all of this.

Blah. If I weren't on break and able to sleep in every day, I'd be going nutso. As it is, I'm only slightly crazy right now. I blame the overpowering essences which continue to battle each other every morning in the haze around the bathroom (it's Ralph versus Stella versus whatever crap Lee wears). They're getting to my brain, making me wacky like Weird Al interviewing K-Fed.

xxxAnnie

Silently Screaming

You know that Munch painting, The Scream? I just did that in my head right now.

welcome, Monday morning.

xoxoxoBon
(more later)

Just call me the beauty queen

So about a month ago, I was doing my thing that I do in the mornings, drinking coffee and checking my email and reading the News and Observer online. I checked out the front page, any sports news there may have been about my Tar Heels and then, obviously, the lifestyles section. They were running the Beauty Panel -- five people who test out various beauty/skin products and then report their findings for the benefit of the greater Triangle area.

At the bottom, there was a note which announced that Samantha, the beauty and fashion maven, was looking for new members for next year's panel. On the spur of the moment, I rattled off a quick email about my nasty combination skin and how I have no actual career path and spend all my time listening to music.

A few days ago, I got an email back.

I wanted to let you know you are one of our finalists for the Beauty Panel. Congrats! We had more than150 responses. We liked who you were, what you had to say and that you like beauty products.

It went on to detail my duties: writing a mini-bio for publication, getting my picture taken at the paper, and testing out fab new products every 5-6 weeks. Was I up for it?

OH HELL YES!

So I am the newest member of the News and Observer Beauty Panel. You shall be hearing from me for the next year as I detail the intricacies of oil-free moisturizers, quick-drying nail polishes and stinky, sticky lip balms galore. And I get to keep everything I test! Woo hoo!

So I'm sure right about now you are thinking, "...Susannah? Really?" Yes, really. I did do it on a whim and I didn't expect to hear anything back (and wasn't going to be disappointed if I hadn't) but since I did, well, now I have motivation to do my makeup every day instead of looking like a schlub. And now I can let Lisa convince me to buy her expensive powder foundation. And maybe I can even floss (cause toofs is gotta be purdy too!).

Corngranulate me! If I come across anything truly fab, I will let you know fo' sho.

But for the meantime, back to studying it is...

xxxAnnie

On Wanting to be Zooey

I just had a thought:
Did you see that silly chick-flick with SJP & (hott) Matthew McConaughey (if that is how you spell his name...)? Failure to Launch? I have no idea what made me think of it, except that Carrie & I were talking about it the other day and the only thing I had to say about it was that I adored Zooey Deschanel's character. and, well, Zooey Deschanel. she's mad cool dude.

anyways. my thought is, most girls would come out of that movie going "awww" and wishing they were SJP (I mean, who doesn't sort of wish they were SJP, even a tiny little bit?) however, I desperately wanted to be Zooey Deschanel for 3 reasons:
1) as mentioned before, she is mad cool. great hair, an interesting voice, unconventional good looks, and she got to be in Elf. duh.
2) she is irritated most of the movie, and she gets to shoot things in the end.
3) she sleeps with the (secretly cute) geek.

I could even give up MM for the nerdy guy, as he is sweet, silly, and ego-less. I mean hell, they get to yell at each other, shoot guns, and then run around naked! this is what I've been searching for my whole life!

apparently, I'm going about this all the wrong way. how to change my tactics? can this be done online? "eccentric and quirky Zooey Deschanel-like brunette seeks unrelenting computer geek willing to shoot things (not people), drink wine, and run around the house in bedsheets with. must love chinese takeout."

I know this is a lot to ask, God, but if there are, in fact, any guys out there who would rather have a Zooey than a Sarah Jessica, please send them my way. I promise to try not to be so feisty.

xoxoxoBon

To the people having a party on the balcony outside my window at 2 fucking a.m.:

You, my friends, are losers. If Carmichael is the only place you have to party, you need to make some friends off the hall. Here's a good way to do so: offer them the copious amounts of alcohol which you surely have at your disposal (if last night's antics are any indication) and then hope they get too drunk to notice how lame you are.

If, for some pitiful reason, you are forced to use the sketchiest moldy dorm north of Craige as your Animal House, at least do the rest of us the courtesy of not subjecting us to it. Having to listen to your shrill giggles and drunken shrieks is not my favorite way of waking up, particularly not when I have gone to bed two hours before and have to wake up five and a half hours hence. Perhaps you are so intelligent that finals don't scare you, but the rest of us actually need to study -- and to sleep beforehand -- so we don't fail out of school and have to rely on Mommy and Daddy's money for the next five years.

In short, shut the fuck up. Why are you getting drunk on a Monday night, on the balcony of Carmichael dorm, when it is 26 degrees outside? Who ever told you that was cool? For all our sakes, please go back to your D&D and your poorly-subtitled anime, and leave the rest of us in peace.

No love,
the girl in 529

I don't love technology...at all

Do you know anything about device drivers and why they might hate me for life? Because my laptop likes to arbitrarily give me messages about them these days, and then shut itself down for no apparent reason. Most likely, it's just for spite. Le sigh. Like I really need to worry about an effed up computer in conjunction with finals.

Speaking of, two of my four finals are take-home. How fantastic is that? Even though it means I have to be sooper-dooper extra-fab in doing them, at least I don't have to study. As an e-337-ist would say, w00t.

(Don't hate me for my dorkiness, please.)

Hope your party this weekend is marvy. Actually, I know it will be. I'm hoping the fruitman makes an appearance, but not the amnesiac. Wish I could be there. :( Take pictures!

xxxAnnie

I Do Not Feel Pretty Today

I am incredibly hungover. I am so hungover, in fact, that I did not even pay enough attention to the obligatory morning look in the mirror before I left the apartment to realize that one of my pants legs is shorter than the other. OMG I AM AT WORK AND THEY ARE DIFFERENT LENGTHS how am I so retarded?

It was risky even putting these pants on in the first place. For starters, they were an impulse purchase at Pretty Girl (yes I am, thank you!) on 14th Street, because they are black and were $7.99. Also, they are certainly not professional, but that doesn't change the fact that they are the most comfortable yoga pants I've ever laid on my body. I have been contemplating trying to get back into yoga, and before I went out drinking, I thought today would be the day. Also, I figured if casual Friday means most of the company wears jeans, I might as well wear something more casual than jeans, as I wear jeans everyday anyways and wearing them on Fridays would not really be dressing down for me. However, you'd think that I would have noticed the leg length problem one of the other 6 times I've worn these pants before. Noo, no, here I am, wanting to puke my guts out at the mere thought of the word puke, and I'm in the office bathroom noticing my pants look like they were hemmed by a blind man.

and that is all. I hope you are having fun in Dad's car, listening to anti-Christmas music and/or Frank's Place.

xoxoxoBon