Monday, September 29, 2008

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Monday, September 15, 2008

Get the door...

it's Domino's!

THEY HAVE DOMINO'S IN COLOMBIA!

I saw one while driving this weekend and there is one 20 blocks from my house (this is actually very close to me). And they deliver! I seriously cannot wait to eat their delicious breadsticks and have enough leftover to eat cold pizza in the morning. My mouth is seriously watering as I am typing this. And just in case Bogotá Domino's does not appreciate ranch dressing like Madison Domino's, I found a bottle at the store last week and it is already in my fridge.

This is going to be a super short post because I am just about to write in my other blog, but I knew you would all appreciate the gloriousness of finding the gem that is Domino's!

Saturday, September 13, 2008

"You can call me dirty dog"

Hi my loves,

Well I can't say I have much to update on, but I'm really excited for you Kretsch! All of your grand plans sound amazing, and I'm sure they'll work out just as you are hoping! Either way, way to work it on getting that server job at the PB place! You might have to stop stealing their sombreros though...

I have had some "informational interviews" lately. I'm hoping that all this networking works in my favor. So far, I feel like each person tells me completely different things about where I should be looking, what I'm qualified for, etc. I'm trying to keep a positive attitude.

I have heard a lot about facebook though. As in, the informational interview people have told me to go through my account and make sure that there isn't anything I wouldn't want people to see. I have a really limited profile, and only a small group of people can even see my pictures. But I decided to check it out more, and untag some of the bad ones. I had almost eight hundred pictures of me when I started. Now I think I have five hundred or so... and I definitely could tailor it down more.

It turns out that becoming friends with all of you was a) the best thing that ever happened to me and b) the worst.

I was kind of shocked at the number of pictures of me doing bottle pulls, shotgunning, beer bonging, keg standing. And of course, the pictures where it was clear I was being held up by someone. I didn't realize that I went through a small "check out my tats" phase around the beginning of junior year. There were pictures where I was kissing any of you, several of you on the cheek. Even worse, pictures where I was leaning in for the kiss but you weren't sure of my aim. Pictures with the wink and peace sign. The hardest ones to untag were actually the ones that I was looking okay, but someone else was O.C. in the background. Generally, this was Katie doing her angry face at the camera or Joel looking a little ill surounded by T. Bell.

I kept in some that were just too classic to get rid of. The one of us all rolling around on the ground at Mifflin. Me dancing with Bushwacka. Pictures of us all double fisting at Amy's in order to take advantage of half price before midnight.

Either way, it made me sad to have to get rid of some of these! I know they're still out there, but I personally think that my ability to black out twice a week and graduate in four years should be commended by future employers, not attacked. I think that's how I'll start my interviews from now on. My greatest accomplishment is.... being a regular at Amy's Cafe for two years, and still walking on my expected graduation date. What's YOURS, Mr. Human Resources?

Miss you betches.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Hell hath no fury like a woman with an unsolicited mom-cut

I haven't had anything to write on here in forever so you're about to just get a hands-on account of how vain I am. Deal, bitches.

I've been toying with the idea of chopping my hair off for at least a month now. It was getting too long and wasn't really doing much of anything. When I mentioned it to Jenna she said "NOT TOO SHORT!" Mike said the exact same thing, followed by "DEALBREAKER!" when I told him I was buzzing it like Demi in G.I. Jane. These words were echoing in my head when I first met the bitch who we can call Mindy from here on out. I told her very explicitly that I wanted it to be cleaned up, and that I wanted it at a medium length well below the chin.

"Above the shoulder, though?" Mindy asked.

"Eh, maybe so the longest layers touch the shoulder," I responded.

Mindy wordlessly led me to the sink and wordlessly washed and conditioned my head. She did not speak to me on the way back to the chair, or as she began to take out her tools. She mumbled something about damaged hair as she began hacking away at my hair. About eight snips in, I realized that this was going in a direction I was not comfortable with. My "shoulder length" cut was quick becoming a flapper bob and I wanted to take Mindy's shears and cut the bitch. When it was over, Mindy had spoken four sentences and I was holding back tears. I belong in an ad for the PTA.

What do you do when you suddenly look like you might drive a Subaru hatchback with two kids in back? You go shopping. I headed to the mall and decided in advance that I deserved whatever I wanted today. You know that saying, "don't go grocery shopping on an empty stomach?" Its cousin, I discovered today, is "Don't go shopping when you are internally weeeping over a shitty haircut." Not as catchy, I know.

Every time a curious salesperson asked me if I was looking for anything particular, I wanted to scream Something slutty! Where are your assless chaps located? Doesn't anyone wear bustiers anymore? I want everyone so focused on my tats that they wouldn't notice if I was rocking a Jeri curl mullet. After heading to the fitting rooms with a sweet oversized cardigan, I decided that the Gap wasn't my best option for this project. I headed to Arden B, home of the classy hooker look I was going for.

While trying on a ridiculously summery halter top that was about three times my price range, the snooty saleswoman handed me a bunch of tops over the fitting room door. Same old story, I think you should try these on. I look at them and realize that the chica brought me all extra smalls. Normally I wouldn't fall for the But you're so skinny! ploy by overzealous anorexics working on commission, but I ate it up today.

I left the mall already knowing that I would have to return all the stuff that woman forced on me, but still relatively pleased with myself. Katie Holmes has a rockin bod and even she hasn't found a way to distract everyone from the recycled Travolta hair piece she's been sporting as of late.

My world came to a startling halt when I walked in the door from my crisis shopping. Both my little brothers, who have absolutely no observational skills, said "Woah! Haircut!" when I walked in. I told them I didn't want to talk about it when Taylor, the sixteen year old said, "I really like it actually." Connor agreed and then my dad walked down and said the same thing. They swore up and down that my mom hadn't told them to be nice to me (which has been known to happen in the past). So there you go. I still think I look like a cross between Ramona Quimby and Amelia Earhart, but the only three people to witness it so far are thinking I look "good", "better", and "sassy", respectfully. I wish I respected any of their opinions more.

At this point, I think the leather bustier is just a plus.

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Holy Joufits

There is a good chance that Bogotá may beat Las Vegas in the joufit game. It may be hard to believe, but the crazy weather here seems to bring out the joufits in people.

I don't even know what to say about Colombia so far, except that I am pretty sure I am experiencing major culture shock. This city is so different from Madison or Milwaukee. There are approximately 8 million people here which makes everything uber-crowded. I am squished while on the bus, traffic is insane (pretty sure traffic laws don't exist), you have to weave through people in every store that you go into... it's nuts.

And I'm totally freaking out about my job. I have to be a REAL teacher... something I am pretty sure I am very unqualified for at the moment and classes start on Wednesday. And it's a strict private school, also something that I am very unfamiliar with. I hope I don't screw this up too much.

I'm probably sounding a lot like Debbie Downer right now, but I am slowly adjusting. Tomorrow I will be meeting more AIESECers which I am really looking forward to. Sadly my birthday falls on a Tuesday and school starts at 7:45, but hopefully next weekend I will get to learn how Colombians party.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Madison Blackouts in San Diego

O man guys, you missed out on some good times here in San Diego. My body is trying to recover from what I did to it the past 2 days and let me tell you it is not happy with me at all. Lets see I don't really knew where to start, but I will try. The guys got here on Tuesday morning and we woke up and spent the whole day at the beach. It was very strange cause we were extremely active; we played catch with the football and softball, boogey boarded, splashed around in the waves, and all that jazz. The entire right side of my body is in extreme pain from using muscles that NEVER get used because of my laziness. But after doing that we came back to my place and tried to grill out on my deck. However, we were too stupid to figure out how to get the grill to work so we resorted to just eating chips adn dip and drinking tons of Keystone light (classy I know) as we smoked teh hookah on the deck. It was pretty amazing, but looking back on it I think I could have done with a few less Keystone Lights cause I definitely had many drinks to come afterwards. We then hopped in a cab and went down to Pacific Beach, which I like to describe as Madison with a beach. It has a street that is just like state st and has TONS of restaurants and bars on it and it is all people our age who are all completely wasted. We started out at this place called Fred's because it was Taco Tuesday and they have super good deals. But we got there at like 9 and it was crazy busy already so we pushed our way to the bar to drink while we waited for a table. Just while we were waiting for a table I think we each had 3 massive margaritas and I huge beer. Then we finally got a table and got tacos, which I hardly even remember eating but I remember thinking they were amazing. I'm not sure what else happened at fred's, but being the drunken clepto that I am I shoved a huge margarita glass and sombrero in my purse, and put another sombrero on my head and just walked out. We then made out way down the street to go to another bar called Moondoggies. However, at this point I had figured out that as of central time it was my birthday, so being teh smart person I am I told the bouncer that it was my birthday in central time and acted like an idiot with a sombrero on my head. He then pulled me aside and made me take a finger test to see if I was too drunk. What the hell??? Of course I am too drunk, its my birthday!! I thought I had the finger test down but I definitely did not and the boys had to come back out of the bar and go because I was denied haha. So, then being the beligerant drunk that I am I think I yelled at some people and stormed off to another bar where I drank some more beers and came up with a plan to go back and get into Moondoggies. Then I took off the sombrero, put on my sweater, and practiced the finger test and got back in line and this time a got in...woohoo!! go me!! However, once we got in and sat at a table I realized that Mike was in his normal falling asleep mode and Josh was not looking so good either. So after finally getting into the bar we left and called it a night.

So then the next day was pretty similar to the first. The guys made me wake up way too early to my liking so that we could be active again and go to the beach. I felt like shit, but i found that a good cure for a hangover is going in the ocean. It sounds really weird but I felt like crap until I went in the water and played around and then felt much better. But after we all spent all day in the sun and got pretty burnt we went downtown to this sweet place called Basic for dinner. We ate really yummy pizza and drank lots of beer and my brother and Jane came too and so did 2 of my brothers friends, Andrew and Rue. It was really fun and I love my brothers friends, esp. Andrew cause they always buy tons of drinks and shots for me! Which unfortunately I tell them everytime that I HATE tequila but thats all they buy for me so I end up really wasted and wanting to die the next day. So, after taking some tequila shots and having beers at Basic we went to a tequila bar where Andrew adn Rue said they would get me good tequila and I would learn to like it.....DIDNT HAPPEN. They bought me expensive tequila and i think it tasted exactly the same, terrible!!! But the place was crazy, I had no idea there was that much tequila out there. They didnt even have jose cuervo on it cause it was too cheap, I think the cheapest tequila they had was 1800. But needless to say the night got really fuzzy after this. I know we went to another bar after and I remember Andrew buying me soco lime shots and vodka tonics and buying all of the guys jameson on the rocks haha. But this is when the full blackout came into effect. I remember NOTHING after this. I dont know if we stayed there or went somewhere else and apparently Andrew drove us all back to my place, but I seriously do not know what happened. The guys said something about how they were talking to some girls, but I dont remember it so I guess people will have to talk to them to figure out what happened. But from what Ive heard I think I improved from my last bday....I made it out past 11pm, didnt fall headfirst down my stairs before going to the bar (and yes I was wearing the same shoes last night), and ddint leave out the emergency exit of the bar to go get pizza by myself.

I think that was a kinda long explanation and Im sure there are some really good drunken stories, but unfortunately I was blacked out both nights so I dont remember them. If any of you talk to any of the guys and hear any good stories you should let me know haha. But thanks for all the bday wishes and I wish all of u were here to party with us! miss u all

Confusion.

Thats my middle name guys. Annie Confusion Richards. First off there is Ryan. Joel came with me to Ryan's birthday where Ryan said four words to me. Then last night he's annoying about me not going out hard enough on my birthday... I HAVE TO WORK! Then today he offers to pick me up for soccer, which is very out of his way. He always wants to hang out, but when we do... he is unfriendly. My solution. F it. I'm over Ryan. Again.

I am also confused in these areas of my life:
1. housing... where? when to move out? who will I live with?
2. job... What the heck am i doing?
3. Boys... my sister is now setting me up with a comedian
4. City... miss you guys, want to move to all of your locations

Hehe! Life really isn't that bad at all. I'm just feeling pathetic! Keep the updates coming especially Kretsch- we need the bday low down becaues mine was very tame but I was getting drunk texts from the boys at like 5pm.