With a belly full of sushi and Tempranillo, I should be in bed, especially because I have to be back at work at 10am tomorrow morning, bright and chipper to pull a double shift serving specialty martinis to those morning-time drunks before the matinee. What am I doing instead of resting up? Doing a survey and listening to Fall Out Boy. Oh yeah, I totally outed myself. Judge me all you want, motherfuckers. I refuse to be ashamed of it any longer.

1. When was the last time you threw up?
January 1st. I basically just threw up alcohol and jell-o. Lots of remorse that day.

2. Name 3 people who made you smile today?
Alex, Kimber, Danny.

3. What were you doing 30 minutes ago?
Talking to my bff.

4. What is your favorite holiday?
National Anniemosity Day -- March 25.

5. Have you ever been to a strip club?
Have I ever!

6. What is the last thing you said aloud?
"I love you Sam!"

7. What is the best ice cream flavor?
Ohhhh I just had this awesome chocolate banana chip from Sebastian Joe's.

8. What was the last thing you had to drink?
A really amazing Tempranillo at Wasabi.

9. What was the last thing you ate?
I pigged out on sushi tonight. I had California rolls (awesome), the American Dream rolls (pretty much the best thing I've ever eaten), and Alaskan rolls (not so great).

10. Have you bought any new clothing items this week?
I bought new work shoes that are really cute.

11. Who is the last person you sent a comment/message online?
Um... I got comments from Jen and from Brandon on myspace and one from Ghey on facebook. I'm so internet-popular.

12. Do you have a tan?
Milky white, baby.

13. What is your guilty pleasure?
I just publicly outed it. Also, reality tv involving washed-up celebrities.

14. What did your last text message say?
"hows the sushi, punk? lol" from Danny. EDIT: I just wanted to point out that a text message that I received after answering this question had the word "purposfley" in it. My friends are awesome at spelling.

15. Are you someone's best friend?
I am.

16. What are you doing tomorrow?
Working a double and maybe seeing reggae at the Blue Nile with some co-workers.

17. Where is your mom right now?
Wisconsin.

18. Look to your left, what do you see?
My external hard drive and deodorant.

19. What is your birthstone?
Aquamarine.

20. Do you have any friends on myspace that you actually hate?
Is it sad that I actually went to my myspace to check? I actually am friends with THREE people I don't like! Wow, am I superficial or what?

21. Last person you talked to on the phone?
My bff.

22. Have you met anyone famous?
I embarrassed the crap out of myself in front of Edie Falco. The other night I met this dude who used to be on Murphy Brown in the parking ramp at work. I don't remember his name.

23. Ever go to college?
Sometimes.

24. Last song listened to?
Right now I am listening to "The Take Over, The Break's Over" by Fall Out Boy. Fuck, it feels good to have that out in the open.

25. Last movie you saw?
"Michael Clayton" in the theaters, "Transformers" on DVD.

26. Favorite pair of shoes you wear all the time?
I was really addicted to my wedge boots all winter, but I bought these cute flats for work at Heartbreaker's and I'm wearing the crap out of them.

27. What time is it?
Wow, I started this a long time ago. It's 1:08.

28. What do you usually do during the day?
Sit on the bus. Sit in class. Nap. Work. Rock and roll.

29. Do you hate anyone right now?
I was about to say that I don't really hate anyone, but I actually do. I hate Frank and I always will. I'm not even kidding. I spit when I say his name, that fuck. Oh god I'm all riled up.

30. What are you going to do now?
Pass out and prepare for this gross day ahead of me.



I do want to apologize to all the people I've promised to call and haven't followed through, including the Jackal and Pelowski. I'm really dropping the ball on communication in these last few weeks because school and L5 have been kicking my ass and working me to the em-effing bone. No lies.

That's kind of a downer way to end this EPIC POST. Did you know Fall Out Boy covered "Beat It" by Michael Jackson and it actually kind of rocks? Is this going to turn into one of those things that now that my FOB love is in the open that I won't shut up about it? Perhaps. I'll try to shield you guys, but I promise nothing.

Anniemosity out.

1. (informal) The atomic bomb; the capability to launch a nuclear attack. Often capitalized.
            -Pakistan and India both have the Bomb now.
2. (slang) A success; something excellent.
            -Their new record is the bomb.
            -That party was the bomb!


Unbeknownst to me, this saying has worked its way back into my vocabulary. I caught myself saying it every now and again but it wasn't really anything that I thought too much about.

A few days ago, I said it at work and one of my co-workers interrupted the conversation to alert me to the fact that 1996 had called and wanted its slang back.

I was slightly taken aback. I guess I was under the impression that "the bomb" was one of those slang words that transcends time, like "cool." "Cool" has been around for decades and everyone still uses it.* "The bomb" effectively expresses the desired sentiment and adds a touch of hip-ness, like when people say "I dig it" (which I'm still okay with).

However, "the bomb" is one of those things that you probably shouldn't say over the age of, say, thirty-five. Maybe that's too young, but if you wake up and you're forty-two years old and you're still calling things "the bomb," you should stop immediately. You are in danger of becoming one of those people, and you know the ones I mean.

I wasn't aware that this was an issue, but I'm going to continue saying "the bomb" until I find something that is better fitting (or until I'm forty-two). It's actually come to the point now that a friend of mine will stop a conversation if he says it and will point to me. "Oh man, guys, I had this salad that was -- " -->points to Anniemosity<-- " -- the bomb. The bombest."**



*According to Wikipedia, "cool" has been around since the times of Aristotle. Aristotle is also the bomb.

**I will NEVER say that something is "the bombest."

Another awesome youtube find: Juno performed in five minutes by sock puppets.



These guys did all of the five movies nominated for Best Picture at the Academy Awards. Go watch them, but only if you've seen them. (The "There Will Be Blood" one is HILARIOUS but it basically ruins the movie for you if you haven't seen it.)

Last week nearly killed me. It was midterms week, and while I wasn't too worried about any of them, it took some work and energy. I took some headshots and did a photoshoot, had The Jackal visit up from La Crosse, was reunited with my bff, had Valentines Day-apalooza, saw the most fucking ridiculously lame show ever, and had Au Revoir Amy '08 (aka Everyone From Work Drinks a Lot of Whiskey and Sings Karaoke, which was unexpected and surprisingly not horrible). Did I mention that I worked Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and a double on Sunday? I was running on about four hours of sleep a night, and, as the majority of you are aware, Anniemosity does not function well when sleep deprived. God, I'm exhausted just thinking about it all.

Sunday night (after ARA '08) DebonEric picked my tired ass up and we went to HQ, our sacred retreat used solely when necessary. I ate some pizza, plugged in my phone and threw it in a drawer, and I slept. Oh boy, did I sleep. Thank you, George Washington. After movie marathons and greasy ass food, DebonEric and I were discussed the logistics of class, work, etc., and decided that we might stay in HQ a little longer. Poor kid has been run ragged the last few weeks and while my job is much lower impact, I, too, feel as though I've been plugged into an electrical outlet and zapped of all my energy.

I've completely ignored every phone call I've gotten (save Pelowski) and the majority of the texts because I am so blissfully happy ignoring the world right now. My brain still feels like a green slushy but I'm slowly coming around.

I'm coming back to reality soon. There Will Be Blog.


(Also because I'm being asked a lot, I just want to mention that I really really really really like my job and I'm working with the coolest people on the planet. Better than Skanky Job A, Hippie Job B, and possibly even Moose-y Job C.)

Go see "There Will Be Blood."

I feel like I can talk for hours about how the music affected me and the amazing cinematography and how holy fucking crap amazing Daniel Day-Lewis is but simultaneously feel like I can't.

Dana Danger wrote a wonderful review of it if you're interested in reading someone's thoughts about it. She writes about it much better than I could, and I agree with every word.



Go see "There Will Be Blood."

Today in class we had a critique on a piece that we've been working on for about a week. In the style of a fairy tale, we were to take two images and make them into one.

I used these three pictures:






and I made this:


Voila: Anniemosity's "Snow White." (Click on the photo to see it bigger.) What I'd done was a little on the advanced side for the assignment, and, not to brag or anything, I finished it in two hours (excluding shooting time), while the rest of the class took just about a week (and 30% weren't even ready today). I rock at Photoshop. It's true.

So when I entered the computer lab today, my head was held high. I was confident that I rocked the shit out of this assignment, especially when I sat down and the project on the screen next to mine... well, it wasn't great. It was a haphazardly thrown together depiction of Little Red Riding Hood. She presented hers first, and the appropriate feedback was given. Feather your selections. Work with the perspective. Make the lighting more uniform. Work it out.

The girl who presented next had also done Little Red Riding Hood, and it was, in a word, awesome. Really avant-garde, purposefully and effectively overexposed, real sweet stuff. Fuck, I thought. If I would have put more thought into this assignment, rather than spent my time dicking around in Minneapolis being cool and whatnot, I could have come up with something really fucking cool, like Red here. Damn it. I visually scoured the photo for some flaw. Aha! -- she forgot to shadow that shit so there was no depth to the image. I felt better, because I'm a jealous and competitive bitch.

I decided to go next. The reaction was slow, but it turned out that everyone thought that I had done the project wrong by doing no Photoshopping at all. They thought that I tromped Alex out into the snow and taken her picture sleeping on a bench in a clearing. Fuck yeah, bitches, I fooled the shit out of them.

The feedback was ridiculously positive, boosting my ego through the roof, right back to where it was. The thing that stuck out the most, however, was the critique from the only male in my class: "The person in your photo is in the center. That's not supposed to work. Somehow you made it work."

The professor nodded in agreement. "Nine times out of ten, the subject will not work when it's in the center, and yeah, you made it work. Nice job."

Boo-yah! Believe it or not, I've gotten almost this exact critique not once, not twice, but thrice before. I'm starting a visual revolution, bitches. Maybe it will become my stylistic trademark. My subjects deserve to be centered, and goddamn it, I'm going to make that shit work.


Oh yeah, for you non-facebookers, I chopped off all my hair.


Homegirl is a ham. I look awesome.

I'm so sorry, Tony. I ran across this awesome video and I had to slight you once more in order to share it. I hate Sarah Silverman, but I love Matt Damon, and hate + love = meh. This video is way more than "meh" however. I've watched it four times. Sorry again, Tony. Don't think that I love you less than I love Matt Damon.



Oh, and...



That one never ceases to crack my shit up. Oh god. Oh man. Oh god. Oh man.