There'll be a Carolina Victory

It is BASKETBALL SEASON again!

I promise I won't bore you with a long post recounting tonight's game, but I will say that I am SO EXCITED about this season and our freshman boys who are so cute. :D I am riding on a high which hopefully will extend through tomorrow night and my terrifying paper presentation (in front of the good-looking Rhodes Scholar in my class). Wish me luck!

Also, I am giving up (*sob*) march-on to meet you at the hotel. Quel horreur! I hope we have some fun Saturday night (and I hope you have fun at the Damnwells! Some sort of fab memorabilia would make a great Xmas gift, hint hint!).

xxxAnnie

Before I go to the Hott Dentist

First, can you please help a sista out and tell me which companies, other than IBM, WPP, IMG, ING, and MTV have 3-letter names/logos? This is what my career has come to at this point... searching 3-letter logos.

Next, I will explain myself (sort of- I am a complex creature)... as you may already know, my new dentist is quite attractive. This is not why I am going back two days in a row to have a filling, but it makes the distasteful experience a little more pleasurable looking up at Dentist McDreamy instead of old Dentist Degal, who is a slightly overweight version of, (crap who knows, he's not very memorable) with two kids and a second home in Aruba (Arriba! luckiness! I am in the wrong profession!)

I can't believe I have to have another filling. My gums bled so much during the cleaning yesterday that I have finally been convinced to take up flossing (if only to save myself the trouble of trying to wash all the gum-blood down the tiny sink before anyone sees it and thinks less of me) and I suppose now I'll have to carry tiny boxes of floss around in my purse like you do. Luckily, I have many saved up from years of gum-neglect and I'm sure they will now be happier little boxes of floss since they will be used for something other than fixing the toilets at 3506 29th Street, apartment 2. I think taking care of my teeth in a responsible manner also, in a very tiny little subconsciously significant way, makes me feel like I am doing something beneficial for my future, unlike my other activities, which, other than being a good little gym-goer, make me question my very existence and OH MY GOD WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE.

There. All I know now is that I will be a crazy homeless bag-lady with beautiful teeth, and god willing I have enough cash in my future starving-artist lifestyle to keep my Y membership, a healthy heart as well. To ensure that I live a long, fruitful, shiny-toothed crazy homeless bag-lady life.

Or, maybe Dentist McDreamy will fall in love at first filling and we will live happily ever after, in a shiny-toothed, floss-filled world.

xoxoxooBon

Rockin Out

I just wanted to let you know that your mix CD rocks, and even Lee, in a moment of clarity, admitted that your picks are pretty great and not too emo/girly.

Word.

xoxoxoBon

Intoxication and entertainment

Boy, do I have a drunk story to tell you.




Seriously, this one is about the best I've had in almost a year...





xxxAnnie

I Will Now Start Posting My Dumbest Emails for the Public

For your Thursday afternoon entertainment, from he who shall remain anonymous (cause I'm just polite like that):

lame sure, but true. I keep getting hundred dollar parking tickets when i move my car and i can't afford that. I'm either leaving my car in the poconos and dropping my insurance or getting a parking spot for it and that is going to happen soon. So i'm sorry, but your roomates do know me as the guy that called you by the wrong name. I've overcome a lot with girls and their friends and as forgiving as you seem to be i would think you and i should hang out a few times before i attempt winning over your roomates just yet. I see it as having some back-up in the form of you before i go to fight that battle. So think i'm lame if you like but you were willing to give me a shot and my hangups that night as they may have been lame were valid. So i say pick up your phone next time i call and lets get some drinks.

Bonnie Skiver wrote:
look, to be quite honest, I was going to give it a go- but when I invited
you over, you declined, not because you were busy or anything but because
you didn't want to repark your car and you were worried about what my
roommates thought of you? seriously- no hard feelings, but that was lame.


date 21/26 wrote:
So you don't wan to bother with calling me back..... ever?

ps- these are the best roommates I've ever had! since when do they qualify as a battle?
pss- we live in New York City. it's called public transportation.
psss- I haven't picked up my phone in 3 weeks. get it?

*if you are interested, I will continue to post old emails from former wannabe lovers... they're my best material!

It Gets Earlier Every Year

In one week it will be Thanksgiving, and Santa will be following the rockettes, marching bands from Illinois, and various cheesy pop acts down Broadway. When they strung the Christmas lights over the avenues a couple weeks ago, I figured we had at least a month before they would be lit. I was wrong, and despite the unusually balmy weather this week, the wreaths and sleighbells and holly are giving off a cheerful glow as I walk home without a jacket. For some reason, this doesn't feel right.

Maybe it really is the unusually balmy weather. Or the fact that the Bryant Park market & skating rink is opening tomorrow, and it doesn't seem like a year has passed since I was going in circles (both literally and figuratively) with "the boat-guy" and wishing I didn't like someone who wore that much khaki. Or maybe it's that I still haven't come across someone to join me in my winter hibernation on the couch, and I have therefore failed in that particular resolution. Or maybe it just feels that every time I say "it gets earlier every year" makes me feel that much older (I'm not old). Anyways. I'm feeling a little out of sorts, which is not unusual, seeing as how I have not been able to shake the "what do I want to do with my life" gig and just get on with it.

In one week it will be Thanksgiving, and I will be waking up in my very own home full of my very large family and I know at least this will feel right. Something about knowing your family will always be around, even if the lights come on earlier and you haven't got a skating partner this year, something about this will always feel right.

This one is the best!

IE in Chapel Hill!

Why oh why did this happen without me?


xxxAnnie

OMG! Crunch time

The reason I have not updated and probably will not update regularly in the next few weeks is one familiar to both you and me and anyone else who has ever procrastinated. I have an enormous research paper due the week after Thanksgiving, and I have only just begun to research it in the hopes of getting a draft written this weekend.

"What's the problem?" you ask. "Aren't you good at working under pressure, knocking things out and generally succeeding where others fail?"

You are too kind.

Of course this situation would be tough at any time: giving oneself a deadline a week away for a paper of significant length (10-15 pages) is asking a lot. It is only asking more that my topic, dutifully suggested by the professor, has absolutely zero books actually written about it. All of my research must be peripheral, combing stacks of dusty tomes little actual relevance to my topic and NO actual relevance to real life.

Sigh. It's going to be a long, long weekend.

xxxAnnie

Your Sadly Busy Sister

regrets that she has neglected our dear blog for so long. its just that, you know, things get CRAZY! sometimes. and sometimes they aren't so crazy, and she's just tired and lazy.

regardless, I'm trying to dredge up something worthy of writing about... let's see...

ooo I know!
1) the Ryan Montbleau show last night was marvelous, even if he was one of 3 openers for some weird band and he only played for like 40 mins :( But, I think he was def. worth the $14 cover and multiple $3 PBRs. loverly.
2) Lupe is pregnant! a much nicer sight than Christine Spice-Girl Wannabe (how appropriate, they have a song called that don't they!). anyways, I am glad for her (Lupe) and hope she is happy even though she won't get to see me for many months when she goes on maternity leave.
3) Next time you come up, we are so going to one of my new favorite places, which is a little nameless (to me anyways) Cuban sandwich shop on the Lower East Side, which was first discovered by us on an extremely hot and sweaty summer night after we drank way too much beer trying to cool off... I rediscovered said shop on Tuesday when I went to a very random old apartment building to screen print things in their studio space. Pork sandwiches (the best bread, awesome NY pickles too) for $3.00. Can't even try to get better in the city!

I can't wait to see you, yayayayayay!
xoxoxoBon

Halloween, pregnancy and painkillers

I know this is a long time coming...

So. Halloween. Pictures are forthcoming; I just haven't gotten into the office to upload them off of the camera. Anyways, of course Amanda, Shana and I went as Daphne, Velma and Shaggy, respectively. Freddy was at a frat party (up to some sort of homosexual activity, no doubt), and we set off in search of Scooby Doo, box o' Scooby Snax in hand. Shana looked the best -- undoubtedly Velma. People did pick up on who we were right away though; that was awesome. No having to explain the costume.

We went to Franklin St. for the obligatory ogle at Adam and Eve, the Lego man and assorted pirates, devils and ghouls, both slutty and virtuous. Of course, Franklin St. is most fun when one is drunk, so we went to the sketchiest apartment complex and the most fun party. I knew about half of its attendees, which was fantastic since I was counting on knowing only one. We got wildly merry and went back to Franklin St. to meet up with drunk and sober friends, and eventually stumble home. I didn't feel too terribly nasty the next day, so I consider it all in all a success.

Then I got the shock of my life at church. Let me run down the following:

- perpetually scantily (and tackily) clad
- holier-than-thou biatch with no reason to be
- met dude(s) online
- dropped out of Lutheran college
- got preg
- got married
- moved in with parents (jobless hubby in tow)
- about to drop

To whom does all apply?

Christine Sands.


You heard it here first (even Mom didn't know, although apparently it was no news to Jen -- who told me-- , Elaine and Alana).


And of course I got all cut up today. Ouchies. Although it's no melanoma, I know you can relate to my pain. At least I got me some Darvoset. I can't move for another hour, bathe for another 42 or lift anything heavy till I get my sutures out (18 days, ewww). It kind of sucks, but it's also better than being at school (Dad's yelling at Army and all).


That's my update, straight and simple. I'm too doped up to think of anything clever.

xxxAnnie

Tuscan Whole Milk, one gallon, 128 fl. oz., does a body good!

Tuscan whole milk, one gallon, 128 fl. oz.
by none other than Amazon.com
the best milk you ever tasted.

(hint: read the reviews. milk reviews. seriously. the milk story at the end is my favorite)

xoxoxoBon

ps- oh my goodness it's GEORGE W. BUSH!

Questioning

Some days I want to know answers to things that obviously have no answers, things like "what am I doing here" and "how did I end up here" and also lesser things, like how can bands named "Cattle Decapitation plus Goatwhore" and "Planes Mistaken for Stars" be on the same page together? And why would anyone want to put all the time and effort into being a band and trying to get a gig (let alone in New York City) but name their band after a disgusting act performed on livestock? On the other hand, I have no idea who these "Planes Mistaken for Stars" people are, but the name is beautiful.

Completely unrelated, I so want a pumpkin milkshake or pumpkin-flavored something right now. I guess I'll have to stick with my pumpkin scented leave-in conditioner. Also, why must I work (doing, basically, nothing here today) while The Decemberists are playing a free (short) show in Soho right now? And The Shins @ 4:00. Being an adult with a real job is SO unfair.

xoxoxoBon

The bag

Sorry if the images are not the best...I'm doing this right as I run off to work. It looks wrinkly because it's been in my drawer for awhile...But it is really cute, n'est-ce pas?

xxxAnnie

On Being an Entrepreneur: Part One

what did I write on the bag I made you that you get compliments on? I'm working on the B.Sharpe launch (!!!!!!!!!!) and am starting to screenprint next week... trying to get all my ideas in line right now.

xoxoxoxoBon