snowsnowsnow

It snowwwwwwwwwed!
I fucking love the snow. I love living in a state that shuts down when it snows. I love going out in mismatched clothes because I don't actually have any appropriate snow clothes.
The university is opening back up tomorrow at 10am, but that is a total joke because there's no way 6 inches of snow is going to be off the roads by then.

This was when I thought I wanted to build a business professional snowman. I like this picture simply because my butt looks great here.

My cute neighbor was walking his dog and he came by and talked to me while I was building a snow man. That was cool. I've known him since we were little kids, but I almost never see him except in passing so I haven't done anything but wave to him in years. It was nice to catch up. Well he caught up with me and I very rudely forgot to ask him questions about his life. He's one of those charming southern gentlemen that asks about everybody in your family individually and how they're doing. Now that I think about it, I actually made a blog post the last time I talked to him and I think I said almost the exact thing then too. I'll have to search for it so I can see how long ago it's been. He asked if Smells was married or dating anybody and in my head I was like 'ugh why do you have to like her more than me' so nothing's changed really.

Before I came to bed, I checked on Vincent van Snow and he had completely fallen over. My grandmother joked that it made sense because Vincent was unbalanced anyway. #Toosoon.
Tomorrow if I fix him, I'm going to give him arms because I totally forgot to before.

Today was also a day jam packed full of social media interactions with my handsome coworker. He liked this picture and I just keep thinking, "Oh god why did he like this picture my chunk is showing." My grandmother has made me very self conscious about that strip of bare skin that sometimes (always) peeks out above my pants because she always feels the need to pull my shirt down for me, like I don't know it's happening. OF COURSE I KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING AND I CAN'T STOP IT IT'S BASICALLY A LOST CAUSE. So anyway, I can't figure out why he liked this picture, except to be polite.

Oxfords not brogues

Making friends is hard. I keep trying to talk to one of the girls that I'm going to work with more after we move to the other office. She seems pretty friendly. And I'm like, "hey how's it going," and then I don't have any follow up questions. Also, for some reason I keep saying "that's awesome" way too often.

You know what's a shitty feeling? When you send a friend request to someone and they don't just immediately add you. This girl from class took like, a lot of days to respond to a facebook friend request. Another shitty feeling is sending an adorable Shakespeare Valentine facebook message to a boy and then they don't respond at all.

Excellent feeling: Sending that adorable Shakespeare Valentine to best friends and them responding with smiles and appreciation. <3

Kingsman was the greatest movie. Accents, over the top violence, and funny as hell. Perfection. Also, the main actor guy that plays Eggsy is hella handsome. I'm hopefully going to see it again soon. I've only got $35 budgeted for entertainment this month and I have plans that I have to spend it on so I dunno about that yet.

Did you see that I casually mentioned budget? I have made a budget. And I'm choosing to stick to it. I so desperately want to be financially secure.  I signed up for these 'You Need A Budget.' emails and they totally have enough humor in them to make me want to listen. And then I saw this blog mention that the YNAB program(normally $60) is free for college students and I googled it and found out that it was true. So that's nice.

IT IS FREEZING TODAY. I am not usually chilled this much because of my natural layer of insulation, but I am freezing and I'm wearing a huge sweater. Why are you doing this to me, weather?

How to deal with a hopeless crush

I am particularly prone to crushes. I always have been. I often wonder if others are affected by these ghastly things too and they are just way better at hiding it than me. Maybe I'm way better at hiding it than I think I am. One of my favorite blogger troupes is when an absurd question is asked and a person attempts to solve the problem. I have compiled a list of how I deal with a crush.  This list could make the crush you have worse, better or even disappear. Don't know which. What, you expected me to have all the answers?

• Debate all of the reasons they are so wrong for you.
• Imagine a bizarro world where you get to watch netflix marathons and make out with that person whenever.
• Think about that person doing regularly scheduled activities like clipping their fingernails or pooping.
• Listen to Paramore's crushcrushcrush on repeat, and at a high decibel.
• When you're in a conversation with this person, instead of listening to what they have to say, think about how pizza faced you look because 4 pimples sprouted up this morning out of nowhere, so when they stop talking there's an enormous silence because you definitely were not paying attention.
• Also, another way to not listen when they're talking is by just looking at their lovely face and thinking about how symmetrical/asymmetrical it is.
• Make a pro/con list about the things they've favorited on twitter.
• Remember that there was a time that you didn't even care about this person and they will eventually be replaced by a new crush.
• Since valentine's day is coming up, look at all the snarky bob's burgers valentine's that you could give to your crush if you were actually a couple.
• Try to remember not to do that thing where you're mean to them for no reason.
• When talking to the person, try to not say "so" before every adjective because you sound like an idiot.
• Smile when your friends tell you about the interactions they have with your crush because they know how much you want to know all the details.
• Drink strawberry crush because it is tastier than orange crush.
• Look up crush memes and laugh/cry to yourself.
• Don't play candy crush because that game got lame.
• When you're in the same room with that person, alternate between hanging on their every word and ignoring them.

Follow this list and something will happen. Or nothing.

Happy Birthday

My grandmother, Uncle Bryan, cousin Luke and I had waffles and bacon and sausage in Papaw's honor. There was also pineapple cobbler, which he would have loved.

material girl

I purchased these a few minutes ago! I am very excite. They were supposedly the last pair in stock on amazon and I had an amazon gift card that was burning a hole in my pocket so now I am going to own these spectacular shoes.

Then I decided to type in "skull vans" into the google just to see if I had made a terrible rash decision and there were other better options.  I found these cool ones, but I'm happy with my purchase.

I want to note that the bottom right shoes are not vans, but they were in the search and also they are hella cool. None of these others are on amazon because I think they are all old styles that have come and gone, but they are all some that I would totally purchase in a split second decision just like the ones I actually bought.


Very materialistic, yes. I feel extremely fortunate to have extra money to be able to purchase a spare pair of shoes in a style that I have a choice over. It's almost absurd that I'm able to post on this blog and talk about these new shoes or really anything that I feel like sharing. Everything is strange and I like it.

Sidekick

Today, while I was at Walgreen's I received two hair compliments. I've been feeling pretty toadfaced lately so it's nice to know that at least my hair looks okay to some people.

A classmate told me today that it was like I perpetually had a black light shining on my face because of how vibrant my purple streak is.

Guess what my new love is. I'll just tell you. Anagrams. <3

I always forget that listening to music makes me feel better. I was just feeling so shitty and low self-esteemy. I started up my favorite playlist and immediately I feel better. Like, of course I want to be your sidekick.

Dr. J hates our GD His class so much that he's cancelling a full week of class. Okay only part of that sentence is true. Probably. I think he said he has a conference to go to. I will get to leave Jville at 4:30 on monday and tuesday next week yayyyyy. I think that also means I won't have class on friday. Unless he is going to hurry back to Jville for a friday class. Doubtful. We're supposed to use our time off to study, but I might instead use that time to re-watch MMFD. I could multitask.

The few episodes I've actually been able to watch, I have fully enjoyed this season of Parks & Rec, The Mindy Project, Agent Carter & Man Seeking Woman. In the William Henry Harrison episode of Parks and Rec, Ron Swanson said my name at least 2 times! They spelled Annabelle weird, but it's pronounced the same so it's okay. My name is still uncommon enough that it doesn't get said in pop culture that often. It's neat when I hear it. Even though the name Annabelle is almost never associated with a funny, sexy, awesome person. It's a cow, or a demonic doll, or a evil, hateful person. So if I were a blaming person, I'd have to blame my mom for naming me Annabelle and therefore turning me into a troll.

I'm just generally in a terrible mood. I want everybody to go away, but I also want a hug.

personality

I saw this and I had to go take a jung/myers-briggs test (http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp) because I couldn't remember my letters. The fact that I had never seen this before and INFP is best suited for jobs like "Animator, Psychologist, Librarian, Author" is hilarious to me. I mean, I guess it's good that my personality aligns with what I think I like and am sort of good at. Recently, I've been thinking some about introversion/extroversion. I have always seen myself as an introvert, even though I know it's totally silly to define a person like that. No one is exactly one thing all of the time. A while back, I was talking to Rosh about how I think I'm becoming more extroverted. But I don't know. I enjoy spending bou cous of time with my friends and I usually will pick a night out with friends over sitting at home. I am also loud and boisterous and enjoy talking about myself. All the type indicator tests I've ever taken seem to think I'm leaning toward introverted though. Which makes me wonder, are two intoverts compatible? Or, to have a long-lasting relationship, should you match with someone more opposite than you are? I wish there were definite answers, but I know better. Just something I think about all too often.

Them good girls straight masterpieces

I woke up from a nap about 2 hours ago. (Current time: 1:30am) I meant to only sleep for an hour and I slept for 6 hours instead. I guess I shouldn't call that a nap when I just slept. I had planned to work on some sketches for GD3 on saturday. Didn't do that. I'm going to try and stay up the rest of the day so maybe I won't waste my sunday. After I'm done with this I'll try to do something homework related.
So on Friday, Rosh had a future doctor talent show thing that she was involved in. I drove down and met up with everybody at the auditorium. I parked in the parking deck next to the place and when I got to the lady that was taking money, I misread the sign out front and asked, "Is it 3 or 5?" and she was like "Uh... it's 8" in the same way that Sadie would have said that statement.
The show was really well put together. The MC's were lame, but all MC's are usually lame so that's not their fault.

Lovely people dancing their lovely hearts out

Their dance moves were impeccable. I wasn't surprised by any means, but I was so impressed that they memorized a whole dance routine in the midst of their ultra busy lives. 

My phone died about 3/4 of the way through the show so I got zero pictures the rest of the night. And the night just got crazier from there.

After the show, we all went to an after party. There was about a million people there and all of them were drinking. The whole night I kept thinking, these people are going to be doctors. Which really made me think about the high standards that we hold doctors to. They're just like regular people, except better. Looking back, it was really nice to be around all of those drunk people and not have to worry about some dude drunkly hassling you. Which is what happened when we went to this bar after the after party. My friends and I had danced for what seemed like forever so one friend decided she was tired of dancing and wanted to go sit and chill. Me being me, I was also ready to sit so I went with her. We were able to sit for maybe 10 minutes without somebody coming up to us. This dude came up to  my friend and wanted her to dance with him and she explained that she was tired from standing all day and needed a little break. The he started asking me to dance and maybe I misunderstood him, but I'm pretty sure he said 'come dance' like 100 times. I think because I'm always smiling, he thought I was just kidding. He wasn't too forward and gross, but it was weird. He gave up after a time and said, "Well, I tried" and then he kissed us both on the forehead. Such a drunk person thing to do. He walked away and his friend came to apologize for him, but that was just a ploy for him to ask us to dance. Then we got him to go away and my friend noticed this group of guys that looked like they were going to come up to us so we decided to just go back over to the dance floor where our other friends were. My friend was telling me that she probably gone to dance, but her feet actually did hurt. I was more on the side of, dancing with a random stranger seemed uncomfortable and I didn't want to be in that situation. I was just so happy that the first guy didn't get rude when we turned him down. So everything was fine. I had 3 rum and cokes over the course of the night and they were tasty. We started drinking at the doctor after party and I had no idea what to get. It was a situation where you needed to know what you wanted when you got up to the bar because there were about 4 rows of people surrounding and trying to get to the bar. I asked the two friends that I was with what they were having and I just picked the one I thought I'd like better. And I only bought 2 of the 3 that I drank because one of Rosh's friends is very generous and bought drinks for everyone. Which was hella nice. Like the nicest. It was a good time. 

We came home at 4 something and slept until 11:30ish. Then I drove Rosh to get her car so she could go to a friend's birthday brunch. The rest of us went to panera and it was so delicious. Then we went back to the apartment to lounge and talk about whatever came to mind. 

I had a grand old time and I don't even regret doing nothing of substance on Saturday.

colloquially

This semester, my professors and classmates have connected everywhere on the internet. I wonder if I should remove my blog link from my pinterest and other places where I have it displayed. I am concerned that it will be looked at by my professors or a classmate or more importantly, somebody I have a crush on. Okay there's a slim chance that anyone will click on the link, but there's not zero chance. I don't know. On the one hand, I am embarrassed. On the other, I am totally unconcerned.

Remember when I talked about how Dr. J finds our GD history class boring. Well it's even worse than that. The next day when I was in class, Dr. J got brought up in conversation and I asked my friend who has his class for independent study if he had mentioned how much he hated my class. And he def had talked about it. She said he was appalled(my word, not hers) that we didn't know what parchment, papyrus, or vellum was. And I must defend myself here and say that I do know what it is, but he had asked in class what it was made from. I had no idea that parchment and vellum was made from animal skins! She was telling me that I should speak up if I knew any correct answers because he thinks we're all idiots. And the sad thing is, I'm one of the 3-4 people that speaks and one of the 2 that speaks regularly. I talk all the fucking time. When I don't say anything is when I'm trying to let somebody else take the reins, or if I am totally clueless and don't feel like making an ass out of myself. Most of the time, though, I don't even really care about that and I'll still talk, even if I'm wrong. I was telling P and M about how miserable that class is now and P was like, who cares if anybody speaks; he's getting paid to lecture. M told me I should ask my classmates why they aren't saying anything and try to convince them to help me out. Uh god I just remembered I have 1000 pages to read for that class before monday. Shit.

On Friday, P and I visited our new office, the building where the cutest person ever also works. I am always so delighted when we go over there and he comes to hang out with us while we're talking about what decorations we still need in the new office. And so far every time I've been over there, he has sought us out. Which I am sure has nothing to do with me in particular, but wouldn't that be sweet if it did. We were joking about what we should put on the bookshelves and the guy who works in the office next to us pulled out this book that someone he knew had written. The fact that it was published is bonkers. I mean, I know I mess up grammar and use slang most of the time on this blog, but I am doing that to make myself laugh and also because I like the way it looks. I was told this dude was being serious though. He comma spliced hardcore. Handsome coworker volunteered to read us a passage and before this point, I thought, how could he possibly get any cuter, and then he did.
Sometime in when all of us were standing around talking, Handsome coworker looks at me and says, "I like your shirt." At least, I think that's what he said. I said thank you, which felt like a lame response and I wish I had said, 'I like your face' instead. At the time, I remembered that M had given me advice in a situation like this, but I could not remember what the advice was. By the time I remembered, too much time had elapsed. Plus I chickened out because there were two other people standing between us and they would be witness to what would probably be a hugely embarrassing situation thanks to me.

Okay. Until next time.