the grand finale

since annie keeps leaving, to really cool places ie india and now italy, freak. we have to keep throwing her goodbye parties. i'd have to say this one was pretty high on the list. ever since our amazing show on new years, fireworks have been on the forefront of our, well, my, mind. there was no time to zoom to evanston. actually, yes there was but then i remembered my stash of fireworks that only felt like a dream since my dad has kept them locked away from me for seriously years and years in some stupid huge metal box behind work. i tricked him into telling me the code by saying that he stole mine and my friends scooters and we need them back. he puts stuff like that in there. like my mini clown bike. it makes me real mad. so anyway he told me the code, and i went out there to fiiinally make my dream come true. there was a problem. the lock was not budging. to give you a little sample of my anger management problem i grabbed some metal tool wrench thing my dad gave me to put in my car to change my tires and i started beating the hell out of it. after a while i realized it was doing no good. so i just gave up. then i returned and then it still would not work so i ate some real gross pie with my hands that some farmers gave me at the fruit growers convention like some sort of animal and called my dad. he informed me that it had in fact been moved. thanks. anyway long story short i found the freaking fireworks. with a few road blocks here and there but nothing to stop me. like we could ever send annie off with anything less than super hoodrat. because it's fun to do bad things. so we went to the lake, where it's all frozen, with our loads of fireworks. and were hoodrats. i'll put some vids up, even though they still don't quite capture the gravity of the situation. ali don't get mad with me. we were safe. the only video though, that we didn't get is one that SHOULD have been recorded, but got missed. i always have been a number one fan of firework names, i think that should be my profession, to name fireworks. so i had this little one in my hand called "utter chaos" i lit it, and then i threw it. and no one knew what it was capable of really, except i did. and it came SHOOTING back toward and through all of us creating madness and running and screaming and, well, UTTER CHAOS. that green ball of fire was on a mission. no firework has been so accurately named. annie, you be safe in this newest italian adventure of yours. you're so freakin steezy.

you're the best hoodrat i know. 4realz.

icicle

i'm pretty sure that one of the worst decisions that i have made in my life was made just moments ago. you see i was at cyd's house and then the time finally came to go home. i'm sure you're all more than aware of the bitter icy coldness that the outside world brings right about now. so i ran to my car and my heart sank to find out it was covered in frost. it actually didn't sink, it didn't really care, which is why i jumped in, started it, and began driving. i then realized that i couldn't see anything, at all. my solution was to roll the window down and drive with my head out. then i figured the faster i drove, the faster i'd get home. but really, the faster i drove the harder that frigid death stung my face off, and made it real hard for my eyes to stay open, so they closed sometimes. driving with your head out the window is hard enough. i don't live that far away, but it was far enough for my face to freeze into a pretty awful expression. let's hope it's gone by the morning.

happy birthday duncan monte

what's the difference

once upon a time my sister babysat some crazy kids for like a week. we bonded over their kittens. so i guess they thought that put them on a "we are now able to rudely awaken anna from her perfect nap" status. in my own house, in my own room, in my own bed. to add insult to injury, through the jumping and screaming it caused my blankets to stir, which revealed my sleeping partner; a stuffed otter. once the 8, or 6, or 10, what's the difference she was a tiny human who looked like she was five years old. once she caught sight of it, it put her in a rage of laughter. i demanded to know what was so funny, and she pointed at my otter. what kind of world do we even live in now? what do the tiniest of humans sleep with these days? cell phones and fergie songs? so for christmas, my mom turned one of our trees into an "animal tree" i thought it was just a joke when she told me to go get my otter for the "animal tree" but then when i finally brought it up to her, i watcher her as she tied a ribbon around its neck and set it down by a bunch of random other stuffed animals with ribbons and bows as well. i was kinda speechless when i first saw it to tell you the truth, i didn't know if i wanted to laugh at how crazy it was, or cry at how beautiful it was. then she ordered me to go get my "woof" (how she says wolf) stuffed animals as well. i wish i had a picture. anyway the point is that i have been sleeping solo since then. which isn't completely true because i got a precious baby wolf from a precious friend

here we are.

my otter was returned the other night, and they get along wonderfully. stuffedanimals=good

i survived through yet another statement day at work. for those of you who are unaware of the awfulness it contains just know that all it amounts to are bleeding fingers and losing your mind fold by fold, envelope by envelope and that one day, it will be the death of me. i was lucky enough though to have an amazing angel show up, just as i was planning all the ways i could kill myself with surrounding office supplies, bearing the best tiniest oranges nonetheless, and help me collect myself, and put a move on. funny how such a bad thing can turn into such a great thing with the right company. i'm so very thankful to have such great friends. i love you guys.

catching dreams

for the past... 4, yes 4, hours straight i have been working on one, yes singular, dream catcher. you're probably wondering why it took that long. i am too actually. i went to the craft store, well, three different craft stores, kept forgetting my objective and wandered around mindlessly singing to the chirstmas songs. 3 hours later (these are real time estimates by the way) i was back at my house with supplies and watched some doofus's video on how to do it. when i get really into something i can't settle unless it's like perfect, i ripped this one apart probably ten times and i'm still not satisfied, the only reason i stopped is cause it's like half past 3 and i just drank my nyquil. straight from the bottle. don't worry i promise i have a cold. 

 

here's a picture (brought back the pose) now you're probably reeeeally wondering why it took 4 hours to make. and i can't tell you because my eyelids are shutting and i'm losing control of my motor skills zzzzz. i love quil. if i have a bad dream tonight i swear i'll do something... crazy. 

shout out to ali cat, you got moves. good work today :)

IMPORTANT

i need you guys to listen to me. i need you to listen to me because i have this feeling. this bad feeling. i have this bad feeling that soooomeone, i do not know who, i haven't gotten that good with my powers quite yet. but someone is going to get in a car crash, or something. i know you feel like that's an insane thing for me to say. but i'm really not kidding. i know that i cannot ask you to just not drive. BUT. i need you guys to drive so completely safe this next little while. i'm pretty stressed out about it if you cannot tell. gavin, sometimes you drive like a maniac, you need to stop that sort of behavior for a little while. ali, you're pretty good with it, but still please be safer. i need you both in my life. as for the rest of you, watch it. the road i mean. seriously. just do it for me and what's left of my sanity. i love you. 

sincerely 

anna w.

supermarket stuff

pants are the worst. hang on. ok that's better. don't worry i'm still wearing pants. actually don't worry if i'm wearing pants or not.

when i want something pretty bad, i make my mom pretty aware of it. like a cat for example. we should have a cat counter in my house. because i know i've said it a number that even though you think your mind wouldn't be blown, it would. its not that i do it on purpose... its just that my mind becomes so obsessed with a certain idea that i have to make everyone around me aware. again, and again, aaaand again. you know what i'm talking about guys. so my latest craze... cocomotion. it's so fun to say. cocomotion. that's probably why i would tell her about it so much, just because i liked to say it. well that, and that it's an amazing contraption. one day she finally said where do we find one of these. i told her probably at the great wal mart, she hated that idea because she hates wal mart. and she told me to call kmart. i told her that kmart doesn't know anything. mindy was in the middle of us, she's not a fan of arguing, so she called kmart, asked the question, and was put on hold for too long that she finally hung up. POINT PROVEN. we compromised and tried out shopko. yeah i was pretty convinced that shopkos weren't around anymore too. lo and behold, in all their glory. i was immediately drawn to a pair of footie pajamas, for grown people, that were sooo amazing. i begged my mom, even shouted across aisles to get them in my life asap. she wouldn't. then i found a book, and i said mom! i turned the corner and she said, i found a book for you. we were holding the SAME book!! it was a cat book. i made her look at it with me. i ask her which one she thinks is the cutest, because i figure if i brought one home that looked like that, she would be more susceptible to keeping it. she doesn't like skinny barnyard lookin cats. we did the same thing with some cat posters. we walked around and i tried to get her to get me some fuzzy pillows and some sugar. wasn't having that either. we found a cocoa latte. i guess it's a classier name than a cocomotion. it'll do. i stared at all the pictures of cats on the cat food and got lost in time, but that wasn't the only thing i lost, my mother was no where in sight. i started to panic. but then i found myself in the toy section, making things dance, and bouncing balls around. i finally got reunited with my mother and she scolded me. it was the moment when i said "open sesame" to the automatic doors on our way out that i realized i had acted like such a child the whole shopko trip. i felt good. on our way home we sang to john denver, some days are diamonds, some days are stones. that day was a diamond.

knock knock

i got a visit the other day.. no it wasn't my aunt flow, she came a week or so ago and the whole world knew it (if you don't get that joke i don't know what to tell you). it was karma who paid me a visit. gavin, you pay special attention, this karma came from your way. so my dad called me out to the garage, i went out and in his hand he was holding my 2 25 cent (that's 50 cents) piece satchel i got from di. he asked me, is this your bag or one of your friends, i thought nothing of it and told him it was mine. his face immediately turned to a concerning look and said, "why were there condoms in it?" i forgot it was my father asking the question because i never really thought he'd be asking me such a question so my response was, "so i don't get pregnant why else?" i only let that one simmer for about a millisecond because his concerned look got worse and worse and i was pretty sure there would be an explosion. then i quickly explained to him that they were leftover from a practical joke, he seemed to understand so i started walking back into my house to put an end to the awkward moment. as i was walking in he said "they were the real huge ones anyway" i didn't really know what he was trying to accomplish with that comment except for making my stomach turn. why is this karma you ask? why do i have condoms in the first place i'm sure you're wondering? long story short like 2 years ago i feel like, not quite that, me and gavin were bored, went to wal mart, pretended to be in love and got condoms, put them on kates car while she still worked at sonic, hid in the bushes and watched her reaction. remember that gav? who put these balloons on my car! so that answers the second question, and as for the first. well that night i told gavin that i had left one in his car. why is that a problem? his dad was taking his car the next day. we were like 16 and 17 i feel like and so it seemed a little bit of a bigger deal then. anyway he freaked out real bad and i let him suffer through the night and the next day i told him it was a joke. i just thought he'd probably appreciate this. karma, you're a bitch. so are you aunt flow.