a few months ago, someone on some blog (pdd maybe?) posted a link to 43things.com. i signed myself all up, made a big list out, and forgot about it until a certain badass extraordinaire reminded me about it a few days ago.

revisiting it was a surprise. i added about nineteen things to my list, added a bunch of places i'd like to visit, and subsequently got hooked on its sister site, allconsuming.net.

i spent awhile looking at the home page, browsing through some of the popular things that people want to accomplish. everyone wants to lose weight. everyone wants to clean their houses and improve their writing and go on road trips and read harry potter. a lot of people are concerned with money.

one of the things i was surprised by was the amount of people who want to read more. i thought about the last book i read (outside of required reading), and it was one i'd already read seventy times. and the one before that i'd read multiple times. and the one before that. and i realized over the last four years, i'd read the same three books -- and that's all.

i read on the road every july. it's become a yearly tradition since i was eighteen years old and wanted to embody all things kerouac. i've decided to continue this tradition is because a) i'm a walking cliche, b) i need a yearly reminder of the sheer excitement of life, and c) i learn from dean moriarty every time. i feel a strong love/hate relationship with dean, most likely because i see a lot of myself in him. i feel that it's important for me to read this book regularly to keep myself in check, as stupid as that sounds.

similarly, i've read east of eden by john steinbeck once every 18 months or so, mainly because i really really like the book.

my post-new year's resolution is to read more. (and to learn how to talk to boys without verbally falling on my face.)

this was an uncut stream of consciousness, brought to you by too much caffeine and nicotine, care of working at a bar on a monday night.


oh yeah, i have a raging musical hard-on for the song "just a gigolo" by david lee roth. if anyone would like to bestow this upon me, i'll be forever grateful.


ps: fat tony, i have acquired the materials for our funfetti day. you let me know when and i'll be there.

-nailing down another job. i've got a good lead. now i just need to get the job.

-my hair growing out. i feel as if i've been dealing with FLH '06 rather well, considering i look like hell on earth. i have a personal makeup assistant to make my eyes look amazing, thus distracting from the ridiculous hair... which isn't so ridiculous in the ever-present ponytail....... except for these stupid-ass bangs. once the fuckers are long enough, i'm getting them fixed by someone who knows what they're doing. any suggestions of places to go? i've been warned away from almost every place i know of in duluth.

-my newly 21-year-old buddies coming up from the cities to visit my bar. (yeah -- my bar.) hi, guys. excited to get you drunk.

-march 12: the new season of "the sopranos" begins. it's been two years since the last new episode. two years of waiting to find out what the hell is going to happen to johnny sack and the brooklyn guys. two years of wondering if uncle junior is going to live to the end of the series, or even the season. two years of harboring grudges against my two favorite characters (silvio and christopher) for the unspeakable and horrific act they committed last season... those assholes. two years. i can't even handle it.

-spring break. although i most likely will be stuck in duluth, working my work and jobbing my jobs, it's rumored that Ghey will be here. that's always a good (and by "good" i mean "ridiculously drunk") time.

-root city band again. this time, i'll have a co-worker in tow. last time was sheer glory. i can't imagine it again.

-my birthday. duh. plans have been made. more will be revealed as time passes so you can jump in anywhere you'd like. you. yeah, you. hell, anyone. everyone.

-the radiators at pizza luce. assuming work will let me have three weekends off in a row (which i kind of doubt, but you never know... being a BD & all...), i'll be seeing the new orleans radiators with megan at the end of march. i don't really remember a lot of the last time i saw them... but i know i had a great time. (also, i'll be 21 this time around.)

-maybe hanging out with my friends sometime. i miss each and every one of you. from kristen to carissa, from buegler to chin, fat tony to renee, jason to dave... i haven't seen you theater bastards for ages... even my own fricking roommates. i promise, we'll hang out sometime in the next thirty days.


also, do i look like drew barrymore or alyson hannigan? i've been told that i look like both of these actresses while at the bar recently. (consider the source, but the drew barrymore one was sober.) i've gotten "....yeah, yeah, you do!"s and i've gotten "....what the fuck are you talking about?"s. vote now.

(ps: i promise not to doctor any more pictures to make me look as godawful as i did in the "fucking bangs" post i made. good eye, Ghey.)

Illegal Smile
Sam Stone
Donald & Lydia
Sweet Revenge
Please Don't Bury Me


PS: Thursday was the one year anniversary of anniemosity.com. Bring me cake. Or just pay my heating bill.

PPS: The weather, despite the fact that it is a biatch to drive in, is quite lovely.

I don't want to grow up.

No, I really, really don't. If I could go back to being the four-year-old girl that I was, obsessed with Disney princesses and happily oblivious to the world around me, I'd do it in a heartbeat.

Sometimes, I'm very much a child. I still throw little (or gigantic) temper tantrums, I still go crying to my parents with my petty problems, and yes, I still watch my "Sleeping Beauty" DVD and want to be Princess Aurora.

Apparently growing up is something that happens when you're not paying attention to it.

I had the opportunity to make a bad choice after work tonight. No, not even bad, very bad. It was something I really wanted to do. The irresponsible child in me was screaming, "Do it! Do it!" I made the responsible choice and declined. I instantly regretted it, thinking about how "cool" I would have been if I had done it and how much fucking fun it would be.

As I drove home over the bridge and saw the lights of the city, I mentally kicked myself again. What harm would really come of it, anyway?

All of a sudden, I saw the familiar flashing lights of a cop car behind me. I immediately slowed down and turned down my loud music, pulling to the right. The cop flew by me, going after the car ahead of me. I breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought about my decision again and how good it was that I made the right decision. It hit me that one year ago, I would have made the exact opposite decision and god knows I would have enjoyed it, but at a price.

A friend of mine told me a few weeks ago that I was the most mature person that he knows. I took that as a huge compliment because if growing up is the only option I've got, I'd rather be thought of as mature than child-like.

I'm nearly 21 years old (one month and two days, if anyone is counting), and while I feel very young and foolish, I guess I'm doing something right.

(...although I still haven't worked out that one little problem by confronting the person involved. But with maturity comes wisdom, and I feel that perhaps the wisest thing to do would be to let it go. You'd understand.)

my rage has been downgraded to mere annoyance. thanks for the suggestions, and please play nice, kids.

i just wanted to say that i now have the greatest ringtone ever. i've been talking about doing this for awhile, but i finally sat down today and figured it all out.

"the final countdown."



also, i apologize for my lack of being around-ness. i've been working every night since thursday (except friday)... but i have a day off approaching, and o, what a day it shall be.

friends, bloggers, and lurkers, i am asking advice. come on out of the woodwork and put in your two cents.

what do you do when you have pent up anger? there is an issue in my life that is making me incredibly angry, and the bitterness that has been building up for months and months and months is certainly not helping. before i give myself a heart attack or an ulcer, i need to release some anger.

i used to "meditate." i would put on tchaikovsky's "sleeping beauty" suite, turn the lights off, sit on the floor, and breathe. it helped me out in the past a lot. i worked through and moved past a lot of my anger that way.

i did this for an hour and a half today. it did not help me one bit. i went to work furious.

i had a fine night at work, until one o'clock rolled around and i made the mistake of realizing that i hadn't thought about the issue for the last four hours... then i felt the familiar pricks of my fingernails digging into my palms.

i know i need to deal with this issue, but i don't know how long it's going to be before i am able to do so. i need to stop being as incredibly furious as i am before i can deal with this situation, because it would be unfair of me to explode at this particular individual (and it would only be exacerbating the situation). until that time, i have a lot of anger and a lot of bitterness bottled up that needs to come out.

to get to the point, kids, i want you to tell me how you deal with your anger issues. punching bags? screaming into a pillow? throwing dishes around? drinking your brains out? running laps around your house until you collapse? whether it's cliché or completely bizarre, i want ideas. i'm willing to try anything (short of acupuncture, tattoos, piercings, and heroin -- i don't do needles). leave 'em anonymously if you're too embarrassed, but i'm all out of ideas.

until then...




ps: "CHINESE DEMOCRACY" - for serious, axl? (they have mp3s, guys.) even if you're skeptical, jaded, or pumped (and i haven't yet decided exactly where i stand), you're curious. fulfill your curiosity.

kids, there's nothing but truth between us, right? nothing in here is an exaggeration... everything is straight-up truth.

i was wasted tonight. i'm not lying. wasted. in public. four grain belts and a gin and tonic. in two hours. on an empty stomach. i was absolutely skunked.

here's why.

if you get a chance to see these guys, please do. damn, they used "elevators" by outkast tonight. i could have died. kudos, gentlemen. i needed tonight hardcore (pardon the pun).

oh, ps, heatbox, you are super hot.

fucking bangs.

for those of you who are losing sleep over this truly tragic occurrence (being fucking lame haircut '06 or FLH '06, as it will be referred to in the future), perhaps you will sleep better knowing that i am working on a style that makes me look a little less like hell.

i have a few things to talk about in the future. here's a teaser: jobs, cars, cold, family, duluth, music, sickness, boys. or.... pretty much all i ever talk about... but there have been one or more updates in all of these categories. stay tuned.

happy valentine's day, from one of the very few single girls in duluth.

being single on valentine's day is okay with me. as long as we have solid romance like britney and k-fed to model our humdrum lives after, it'll be okay, because we know that there's real, true love in the world.

please take a moment and check out these "star wars" themed valentines and these "law & order: svu" themed valentines. maybe send me one.

i only have three things for you today; the following are a few geeky announcements... and some music. (semicolon dedicated to marisa ferche.)

1) miss anniemosity, the photoshop queen, is exasperated. i've been trying to create a new banner thing based on a photo for the last few days, and i have either hit a gigantic creative brick wall or have just gotten ridiculously unmotivated/lazy. however, it's gotten to the point that i hate looking at my own website - these fucking google-like snowflakes just have to go. if anyone out there is a) fluent in photoshop and b) looking for a nice little geeky project, we should first consider marriage, and then i'll give you the job of fixing me up this banner. i cannot promise you money, but i can promise you one or more of the following: a (few) free drink(s) at my place of employment... the best mix cd you've ever gotten... my undying gratitude and love. express interest, and the job is basically yours. (plus, underneath the horrific haircut, i'm totally cute. you should do it for the cute girl factor alone. or the pity. maybe the pity.)

2) this new gmail chat thing has piqued my interest. so if you are able to do so, feel free to chat with me on it. my "gmail chatting cherry" is still intact, and i'm slightly upset about that.

3) red hot chili peppers' double disc "stadium arcadium" drops may 9th, and that countdown is just about as important as the "anniemosity will be wasted in public (legally)" countdown (one month and twelve days, if you're counting). in celebration of my realization of this, this week's weekly 5 (that i have been neglecting lately) is....
anniemosity's favorite rhcp songs

-falling into grace (one hot minute)
i always forget that dave navarro isn't just a pretty boy who parties like a rock star. too bad he didn't get along with the boyz, because this album is my favorite. maybe it's a good thing though... jane's addiction wouldn't have gotten back together, and john frusciate probably would have died.

-pretty little ditty (mother's milk)
this is one of the coolest jams ever. too bad crazytown stole that riff and popularized it, those fucks.

-don't forget me (by the way)
there's something about anthony's bizarre metaphors in this song that i really like. and everyone knows how much i love the drama within the music.

-walkabout (one hot minute)
not only is this song rhcp funk at its best, but it also features one of my favorite guitar solos ever. damn, it's navarro again. (you're still my favorite, frusciante. no hard feelings?)

-easily (californication)
if you know me, you know that i can't put into words how much i fucking love this song. it's in my top five favorite songs of all time (which have changed, but not much -- #4 is a different u2 tune). i just... i just love it, okay? i just love it. too much.

-out in l.a. (red hot chili peppers)
this is a bonus. it kicks my ass every time i listen to it. this is my "get up & go" song. fuck yeah.


that's all i have.

join us monday (2/13) for karaoke kamikaze.

you know what can really wreck a lot of things? a bad haircut.

i hadn't had a haircut since november, and my hair was ridiculous. i had decided that thursday was the day to finally get rid of my split ends and basically just clean up my hair.

i should have known that things wouldn't go so well when i got downtown. i was ten minutes early, specifically to find parking. after circling the block nine or ten times, i finally found a spot three blocks away. i ran to the salon because i was late... and because this crazy guy who was yelling things at me was walking right behind me.

i sit down in the chair and explain exactly what i want to the hairdresser (who looked a lot like anna from "the o.c." except at the age of forty). "i like the length, so take it up about an inch to clean up the ends. i'd like layers, but long layers, please. and just trim up the bangs. i don't want them too short." (that is word-for-word what i said.)

she washes my hair and proceeds to cut it. unfortunately, she has my head pointing down or my back to the mirror for the majority of the time, so i couldn't see what she was doing.

when she finally turns me back around, i was uneasy. too short, i thought, but decided to wait and see how it looked styled, which i'd already scheduled into my hair appointment (for an extra $7).

"do you want it curled or straightened?" she asked. i told her that i didn't care... i just had to see the result. i was becoming more worried with every passing second and had a distinct feeling that this wouldn't end well.

she spent five minutes arguing with me about whether or not she should curl it or straighten it. i didn't give a fuck, i just needed to see my fucking hair. she finally heaved a big sigh and grabbed the curling iron. once the first curl was in, i knew it was a huge mistake. ringlets? do i look like an eight year old girl tap dancing on the good ship lollipop? fuck. i felt the anger rush color to my cheeks. thank god she turned me around again.

when i finally faced the mirror again, i wanted to vomit at my reflection. what the fuck had she done? and what the fuck were these bangs? and what the FUCK was with these shirley fucking temple curls? whatever. i paid and left a skimpy tip.

i stormed down the street and got in the car, absolutely furious. "i paid an extra seven dollars for her to make me look like heidi?" i growled. i desperately fumbled around for a cigarette. i was so angry that i started to cry. i cried all the way down superior street. i fucking cried about my hair.

i tried to fix the bad style when i got home, and it was better, but not by much. she fucked me up. she fucked me up.

so i'm going to start taking folic acid like it's candy and hoping my hair grows back right quick. until then, please don't point and stare. i know i look ridiculous.

this man rules all.
all.

i forgot one thing that made my weekend. you know the bouncer at pizza luce? the bald one with the "rivers cuomo" glasses? the one who threw me out? well, he came into work saturday night. and he sang "do you really want to hurt me?" by the culture club. sir, that single moment, the one where i realized it was you up there, made my entire weekend. the next time you question my age at the doors, i'm going to ask if you really want to hurt me. actually that'll probably make you want to hurt me more. maybe i'll drop it altogether.

on to other things. i've been "tagged" by mr. barrett chase to do this survey. technically it was sent to me through email, but why not post a survey on the ol' blog? it's about time you kids got to know me anyway.

1. What time did you get up this morning? 10ish.
2. Diamonds or Pearls? diamonds.
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? "chronicles of narnia."
4. What is your favorite TV show? i have a few. "arrested development," "the sopranos," "seinfeld," "spin city" (only with michael j. fox), "married... with children," "the drew carey show," and "the office" (the bbc version).
5. What did you have for breakfast? scrambled eggs.
6. What is your middle name? well, it's not louise. (seriously, it's not. kristen is convinced it is.)
7. What is your favorite cuisine? home-made macaroni and cheese. or mexican food.
8. What foods do you dislike? green olives. oatmeal.
9. Your favorite Potato chip? sun chips.
10. What is your favorite CD at the moment? i go in phases, but lately i've been all about "one hot minute" by the red hot chili peppers.
11. What kind of car do you drive? whatever kind of car carissa is being kind enough to lend me for awhile. it's silver/gray. she's a beeeyooot.
12. Favorite sandwich? amazing grace's veggie sandwich.
13. What characteristics do you despise? immaturity.
14. What are your favorite clothes? i'm a big fan of my black gaucho pants.
15. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where WOULDN'T you go? detroit.
16. Favorite brand of clothing? i'm not really a brand gal. whatever's cheap.
17. Where would you want to retire to? vermont.
18. Favorite time of day? 3ish.
19. Where were you born? st. paul.
20. What is your favorite sport to watch? football. or boxing.
21. Pepsi or Coke? coke.
22. Beavers or Ducks? ducks.
23. Are you a morning person or night owl? haha are you kidding? me, a morning person? ahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
24. Pedicure or Manicure? pedicure. i like my feet taken care of.
25. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with everyone? i'm head waitress at work. i have access to a car for awhile. i'm seeing root city band next weekend (assuming they let me off work).
26. What did you want to be when you were little? an actress.
27. What is your best childhood memory? visiting my grandparents and playing kickball with the neighborhood kids.
28. Piercings? just ears. i wanted to pierce my eyebrow and/or nose last year, but i chickened out. several times.
29. Ever been to Africa? nope.
30. Ever been toilet papering? twice. it was kind of lame, actually.
31. Been in a car accident? no.
32. Favorite day of the week? saturday.
33. Favorite restaurant? perkins.
34. Favorite flower? lilac. i'm so fucking girly sometimes.
35. Favorite ice cream? rocky road.
36. Favorite fast food restaurant? subway.
37. How many times did you fail your drivers test? zero... although i passed by one point. man, i do not know how to parallel park.
38. From whom did you get your last e-mail? myspace just let me know that someone has posted a comment about me. (i don't get a lot of personal emails. you should fix that.)
39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? target. i always find shit i need there.
40. Bedtime? 4am or so... depending on whether or not i work.
41. Last person you went to dinner with? just had dinner with pirate renee and kristen.
42. What are you listening to right now? i'm watching "ghostbusters" and listening to "inside of love" by nada surf. actually i'm not watching "ghostbusters" and i'm not listening to "inside of love" by nada surf. this kind of multitasking gets nothing done.
43. What is your favorite color? blue
44. How many tattoos do you have? none. i don't deal with needles well.
45. Favorite magazine? time. it's a little bit of everything.
46. What time did you finish this? 12:11am.

-saturday megan and i went to target. the brake fluid was running really low, so we pulled into a parking space and popped the hood. she examined all the weird shit in there while i searched the backseat for the brake fluid. all of a sudden, i hear a truck stop near us and someone yell, "hey, do you girls need some help?" i thanked him and said no. he waved and drove off. who does this anymore? nobody. i know i've driven past at least six cars in the last two months that obviously needed some sort of roadside assistance with nothing more than a "that sucks." it was cool to see a different reaction, especially to something more miniscule. it also reminded me that i'm a gigantic bitch.

-i discovered three sweet songs. oddly enough, they are all questions.
1) does he love you? by rilo kiley
2) does everyone stare? by the police
3) do you remember the first time? by pulp.

-work. i like my job a lot. it was nice to see some of you this weekend. (also, if you're reading this, kyle bosley, i hope you recovered from friday night okay.) dave and ryan played "karaoke kamikaze" last night, and it was most excellent... especially dave's rendition of the classic hit "short dick man."

-and then today. today, i know, is not part of the weekend, but damn, children, i made the best purchase of my entire life today. it was $3 at the goodwill.



yes, kids, it's the jones' soda holiday pack 2005, featuring the fine flavors of brussels sprouts with prosciutto, cranberry sauce, turkey & gravy, wild herb stuffing, and pumpkin pie. and i'm pumped. when i decide to crack open those for a makeshift liquid thanksgiving dinner, there will be vlogging. the question on everyone's minds is "how does it really taste?" there will be multiple taste-testers, all captured on video. this will probably happen sometime in the next week, so keep a sharp eye out and an ear to the ground so as not to miss it.

i was a big fan of girl groups when i was growing up.

i'm not talking about the spice girls (......i'll talk about them another time). i'm talking about three groups in particular that i've become re-acquainted with.

salt-n-pepa.



i swear that i was the only third grader who knew every word to "shoop." every word. of course, i had no idea what it meant; once i proved my rap skillz to my mother, i was promptly forbidden to have anything to do with them. naturally, being the "smokin hot [...] badass extraordinaire" (thanks sam!) that i am, i listened to them locked away in my room, discovering the joys of "whatta man" and "none of your business." i loved them so much.

then, as i entered the fifth grade, i discovered the newest girl sensation.

tlc.



i loved them instantly. another three-piece girl group who played with melodies and branched out into ballads, but they still kept everything laced with hip-hop. 1994's crazysexycool was one of the first albums i bought all by myself. with tlc, i learned about the group (as opposed to the way i treated salt-n-pepa: nearly faceless musicians who were here solely to entertain me). left eye was my favorite, so when she died a few years ago, part of my childhood died along with her. that stung something fierce.

my love for this new girl group prompted me to dig out my tape of salt-n-pepa that i had taped off the radio. "whatta man" stopped me in my tracks. not only did it kick ass, but i recognized the singers as a group that was becoming really popular... one that my fixation would rest upon as a result.

en vogue.



god they were cool. i can honestly say that i was the biggest en vogue fan in my middle school, if not my entire city. they kicked my ass with their powerful voices and their soulful harmonies.... and then they ripped it up with "free your mind." ohhhhhhh god i loved them. it's too bad they changed members more than lindsay lohan changes her hair color (..i'm reaching there, i know..), because their original four-person lineup was amazing.

so here, dear readers and devoted followers, are two of my favorite tracks from each group. enjoy them as much as i have... IF YOU CAN!

salt-n-pepa - none of your business
salt-n-pepa - shoop

tlc - ain't 2 proud 2 beg
tlc - no scrubs (rap version)

en vogue - free your mind
en vogue - giving him something he can feel

i could talk about the state of the union address or the government backing the spy program. i could make puns about "boehner" (say it out loud... do it!) replacing tom delay. i could blog about the upcoming superbowl, groundhog day*, the impending romantic holiday, oscar nominations, or even how my ipod battery is dying more rapidly than.... something dying fast.

i could talk about any of these things, but there is something much more important. it's weighing heavily on my soul, and i must talk it out. it's therapy.

my favorite hollywood couple is splitting. i am shocked -- shocked! -- and .... depressed .... and hurt .... and shocked!



LOOK HOW GORGEOUS THEY ARE! LOOK AT THEM!

"irreconcilable differences," my ass. more like... fighting over who has the best hair! come on, heather -- you know you'll never find anyone better than richie for you. he's the nice guy rocker to perfectly compliment that hardcore bitch in you.

and richie, come on. you have heather fricken locklear, a.k.a. the hottest woman in hollywood. whatever conditioner issues the two of you are obviously having, you can work through them, because you're married to heather fricken locklear.

come on, guys. if you need to talk, you can always talk to me. i'll put you two back together and soothe the worried minds of the world.


*damn that groundhog. i'm so ready for spring.