it's getting difficult to keep up with this daily twenty-plus minutes of anniemosity, and i don't even have a job yet.

tuesday and wednesday i talked about music. yesterday i talked about tv. i'm not going to lie, i'm spent. i have no idea what to blog about today. one would think that as an unusually bright and cultured college student that i would have more to talk about than popular culture, but it isn't so. i could talk about me. let's talk about me.

moving into this house has been an interesting process. i should probably rephrase that -- moving out of my apartment, spending three weeks at home, and then moving into this house has been an interesting process. the moving out process was a ridiculous ordeal, which ended up with me throwing all of my stuff into random boxes, trash bags, green suitcases, and gigantic tupperware tubs. these boxes, bags, cases, and tubs ended up in three different places -- the pulchritude palace in duluth, my room at home in woodbury, and my garage at home in shoreview. said boxes etc. have come to duluth in shifts, and as i'm unpacking, i'm finding things in the weirdest places. for example, the plate to my microwave was wrapped up in my bedding. the paper towel holder was in with my electronics. my half-crocheted scarf was sitting in the college democrats collection bucket, nestled carefully in a box between my computer paper and some shoes. it's random as hell.

however, in all the hubub of moving out-moving in, i have lost some things that are near and dear to my heart. for example, my copy of "anchorman" is missing. every single person that reads this blog (that i'm aware of) knows how much i need that movie. everyone knows that movie is a staple of my weekends (not to mention my vocabulary). plus, it was a gift. i fucking want it back.

i'm also missing my beautiful orange heiruspecs poster, with felix looking foxy on it. you guys remember it, right? the one that was hanging above the phone in the old apartment... next to the "bad motherpucker" poster.... by the polyphonic spree poster... by the cork board.... okay, well if you don't know what i'm talking about by now, you must not have paid any attention to where you were. the point is that my poster is missing and now i have bare wall space in my room. i hate bare wall space.

i'm also running across a lot of my old roommates' things. i have about six of pelowski's letters from her grandparents, her spongebob squarepants poster, her vanessa williams drawing, and a lot of her cooking supplies. i have some of kristen's movies, including "dad, the angel, and me," starring the honorable judge reinhold. i have koegel's dvd remote and george forman cookbook.

life is random.

well seeing as i have five minutes left, i have some exciting news.
next sunday, pelowski and i will be seeing the one, the only martin sexton somewhere in wisconsin, for a mere $22. god that's going to be amazing. (it's also fathers' day, apparently.. i hope that doesn't wreck our plans at all... i'm a selfish bitch.)

and speaking of pelowski, she says that i'm letting people push anniemosity.com around, especially in the pictures section... specifically if there are doubles of certain people or things. i'll fix this just to appease her, that slithering hussy. however, the doubles of dave wearing a college democrats shirt will NOT be fixed -- that's staying exactly the way it is. if i had ten pictures of him wearing that shirt, they'd all be up. if pelowski doesn't like that... she can just turn the wrong way onto north 35 on the on-ramp by canal park! oh wait.. i think she already did that once.

i realize what a gigantic waste of time this post was if you've never been to my old apartment or if your name isn't pelowski. i apologize.

maybe this daily blogging thing isn't such a good idea.