WE MISS YOU ANNA!!!!!!!

There's something about a needless trip to the city that brings out the best in all of us. Everytime we participate in something that could have easliy been accomplished in the suburbs but, instead, decide to treck downtown for it, something happens and hilarity ensues.

Last night a bunch of us headed downtown to go hear some free country concert (not my choice, believe me) and eat a picnic dinner in Millenium Park. Well, the storm clouds rolled in with a fury so instead we went to see Over The Hedge at the AMC in Streeterville. And as usual we kept a quote list... So here, for your reading pleasure, are the highlights of last night's festivities:

Emily: Hey look, it's the Rainforest Cafe!
All: VOLCANO!!!!!!!!

Emily: It smells like my dog's farts in here.
*later that night*
Emily: Did one of you have popcorn? It smells like popcorn in here.
*even later*
Emily: Now it smells like dog food!!!!

Emily: You're going to stand up and there's going to be pasta on your ass. I'm going to call you Noodle Ass for the rest of your life. Noodle Ass Kruke!

Josh: What did your mom say about the weather?
Jason J: It's going to be lighter green for a while, then darker green. Then clear, then more dark green.

Laurel: She doesn't look like a "Candy" to me.
Emily: Yeah, she looks more like an "Andy."

Jason B: I found all my nuts!

Laurel: Let's call it Steve!
Jenni: Steve scares me.
Emily: STEVE ATE VERN!!!

Emily: Curse you, Plastic Moldsmen!

Jenni: My tail tingles!!!

Jenni: You just got Verminated!

Jason B: I'm going to love you so hard it'll hurt.
Josh: It'll hurt you more than it hurts me.

Christina: (after giving directions to the movie theater) Now roll down your window and hit the button for the ticket.
Jason J: Did you really have to go there?
Christina: I felt like I needed to go there.

Jason J: You don't need legs to go bowling!

Jenni: Gimp!! Gimp!!

Should have saved the last title for this one

I think this house is cursed. Why you ask? Because it's official, my toe is broken. And it hurts like a mother. It's all purple and black and yellow and stuff, and I don't even like St. Louis. (bah dum tsh!)

Ate brunch with my family and the Roccasalvas today. Frank asked me about school at one point, and I think I went on a 20 minute spree about Minnesota's tuition laws and how they're dropping the ball. It kind of freaked him out. But it makes sense, the man hasn't had a real conversation with me since we first met... when I was 12... and still pretty apathetic about politics (though I did love Bill Clinton).

We had to put an e-collar on the cat today so he'd stop licking himself. He kept bumping into the piano. Despite the fact that it was the saddest and most pathetic thing I've ever seen, Pop and I couldn't stop laughing. And then the dog went over and stuck her head inside the cone. I couldn't contain myself. Leave it to me to laugh at a dying cat.

The good news keeps on comin'

Soooooooooo, my cat's dying. And when I say "my cat," I don't mean the family cat, I mean MY CAT. He has a mass of tumors in his stomach, and one on his thyroid, which accounts for the recent change in behavior my mom attributed to his weight loss, which was actually a product of the cancer and not her magnificent diet plan. We took him to the vet today because he licked himself so furiously he has a sore now, and the vet pretty much told us just to make him comfortable. Except that he has to wear one of those giant cone collars and be force-fed antibiotics twice a day now. I really didn't want him to go out like this. I know he's old, I got him for my 7th birthday, and I'm about to turn 21. I just wanted him to end his life with a little more dignity than a plastic blue head ornament and drug-induced lethargy are going to supply. I'm sorry Oliver.

I just appologized to my cat in a blog. I think the fact that I only got 3 hours of sleep is catching up to me.

Representin' from the C-H-I

So the great job search begins... today I went to Old Navy, Joann Fabrics, DSW, Office Depot, and Mikasa. Hopefully I'll find something soon, because I need to make A LOT of money this summer. My parents are only paying for tuition this fall, so I'm going to have to pick up the slack. Oy. The good news is, it's a great excuse to buy cute new clothes. Which, in turn, is the reason I don't have any money right now.

So far good responses to the new hair. The first thing out of everyone's mouth is "it's so short!!!" And then after a little bit they tell me they like it, or that it works for me. Oh well. I like it, that's all that matters. And I took a 15 minute shower yesterday. 15 minutes, and I shaved my legs. And blowdrying only took 10 minutes, straightening 20. Overall, I have shaved 50 minutes off of my getting ready time. That's almost an hour for me to be doing something else. Amazing.

Blah blah blah, with all of this application crap, I'm starting to think about all of the plans I had for this summer. Road trips, going back to visit Winona people, concerts, the family reunion, a trip back to Kentucky... I'm having to cut all of this out now because I really need to work. I'm already taking off next weekend for Carla, Tim and Eva's visit, then I'm taking off again June 25 and 26 to go back to Winona to get my computer. aiuabiubawiubavuipbwouibawf. I thought leaving Winona would end the stress for a while. At least Grandma has a new battery and starts when I want her to. Which is good because I don't have Katie and Jared here to help me jump her if she goes dead again. Man, that sounds odd if you don't know that Grandma is my car.

I really don't have much to talk about. Tom got a new job, so he's out of the inner city and in the suburbs teaching now. Matt graduates in a month, and he's going to prom. Dad just got a new job (and a pay raise...) so things are going to ease a little bit in that department. Grandma N is starting to feel better, which really takes a load off my mind. Mom and Dad are going down to Nashville next weekend to see Uncle Bobby and Aunt Rosie, so it's just going to be Matt and me here for a couple days. Mom's really worried we're going to throw a huge party. But I've seen Don't Tell Mom The Babysitter's Dead, I know what happens when you throw a party while your parents are out of town.

I'm rambling. Poop.

NEW HAIR!!!!

Literally HANDFULLS of you have asked what my new hair looks like, so here you go. Ignore the face I'm making, it's my "how do I maneuver this so my arm doesn't show up but I still look totally emo" face.

Just a quick update

Well, I got home safe Friday, thanks to Katie, Jared, and that nice little old man named Steve with the big truck in Janesville. It's odd to be back here. My bed is uncomfortable, my family sucks, none of my friends are home from school yet (and won't be for another week), I have no money, I can't get the front seat of my car back to where I like it for some reason, the food tastes different, there's no water pressure in my car, and all of my hair is soon to be gone. I'll post pictures, but my software isn't up yet. It'll get there, don't worry. I'm all for big changes, but this is too much too suddenly. It makes me want to completely go all out and change EVERYTHING instead of just a few big changes. So when Carla gets here in two weeks, she might be in for a surprise. Everyone told me not to cut my hair, but I'm going ahead and doing it anyway. I'm getting headaches and going through way too much shampoo and conditioner. And all of my hair ties are breaking and it's taking me too long in the shower. So we'll see how people feel once they catch a glimpse.

We got the facts, and we can write good...

So this is my 100th post, and I'm going to take this opportunity to point out the fact that I'm a huge bitch, and people should ignore my last post. The first paragraph means nothing. People make me mad and I snap. It's like the burn book in Mean Girls. Only I don't accuse my teachers of selling drugs, I accuse them of having big wangs. Oh my.

Two finals down, four to go. I should be studying right now, but Katie and I are having a fun time being counter-productive and devious...
Jared put us on notice...


So we put Jared on notice...



Yeah, we're pretty much the coolest people ever. Except that we both hate our noses. And then I taped my nose up and scared the crap out of Katie when she came back into the room. But I've been scaring people a lot lately. I scared people at Mugby last night, and then I scared people in the senate office today, and yesterday Carla "scared" Rick in the Union. I rock. And so does Carla. And so does Katie because she saw a picture of a spider on my computer today. And screamed really loud. And Tasha rocks too because she likes gross fingers that are falling apart. And Betsy and Nick rock because we are smart asses and never have to see Ristow again.

The End.