Monday, May 24, 2010

Turning 21!

I'm home with my parents for the summer again. It's nice, the food is delicious and my room is unchanged and cozy.

I started at Big Dipper (the local ice cream store) yesterday, and I'm working more this week. I'm going to have a super powerful right arm and puny left arm after 4 months of this. It was fun, I worked with three other girls and I learned how to scoop ice cream, make sundaes and milkshakes, and we sang Michael Buble.

On May 19, I turned 21. I went out at midnight on Tuesday with 2 friends that I met my first day of high school, and had 4 and a 1/2 drinks in under an hour, which wasn't the best idea. I had a shot of tequila, a dry martini, a shot of whiskey, a white russian, and lemonade with raspberry vodka. They walked me home, and I had hold of both their arms, which made me feel like I was in a drunk version of The Wizard of Oz. My face looked like this after the whiskey:

I went home, and was on skype with my best friend when I looked at him, and said "I'll be right back." I stumbled out of my room, went to the bathroom, threw up all the alcohol, and felt much better. I woke up the next day feeling fine until I realized I wanted saltines. I called my mom and said "There's no hangover food in this house." She said "well, there's stoned wheat thins." "The fake crackers with little bits in them? Nope." I went to the store and got ginger ale and saltines, as well as my birthday cake, and headed out to Missoula.
I got to Missoula, where I fell in love with this 8 week-old puppy who had flown in that day from Kansas. My friend and I named him Toto. I love King Charles Spaniels, even if they are absurdly expensive dogs- Toto was $1200.

I met up with my brother and friends, and we all went to a park to have delicious Wall-e and Eve cake. I was wearing what my friend deemed "slutty Belle" dress, heels, and a birthday tiara (as seen in the above pictures). We all ate cake, and I went to give the rest to a concert crew that was nearby. There was a super drunk girl there who asked "Why are you dressed like a princess?"
I said "'Cause it's my birthday!"
"Fuck yeah! Happy Birthday!"
"How old are you?"
"No wonder you're dressed like a princess! Happy fucking birthday!"
"Thanks! Enjoy the cake."

We all went out to dinner, and then hit the bars. We went to 7 different bars, where I had Jell-o shots, a flaming drink (one of my friends had to hold my hair back so it wouldn't catch on fire), a shot that tasted like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a local dark beer, a screwdriver, and a chai martini with a flower!

The last bar we went to was having karaoke night. I sang along, but I didn't go onstage. I met this guy, and he bought me a drink and danced with me. Sexual mishaps, anger, lies from him, and general drunken shenanigans ensued. I ended up sleeping on my brother's couch, and went home the next day, having my first drunken mistake and regret.

My 21st birthday was everything I wanted it to be and more, in a very good way.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

A Rarity

I've been working at my university's box office for the last three years as a work-study job. I sell tickets for plays and musicals, field phone calls, count money, and make reservations. It's the best job I've ever had, because my boss gives me candy, plays soundtracks for Broadway musicals and Disney movies, and can answer every question I have. He also lets me color in the Disney princess coloring book I have that a friend gave me for my 18th birthday.

Another part I love about the job is all the people that stop by. My favorite people are the boys in the Acting for Non-Major classes who are actually nice.

Last week, I was selling tickets for 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee, when this really handsome guy walks up to the window. I say hi, and get him a ticket. We keep talking, and discover that that we're both from the same town and he graduated from the same high school 2 years before me. He leaves, and I smile. I then find him on facebook, and send him a message telling him 'hey, it was really good to see you today. Thanks for being so nice, I hope you enjoy the show.'

I forget about it as I go to class, and then do homework. Later that night, I get a message back from him! We keep talking, and he eventually asks 'do you like coffee?' I reply 'yeah, I do. Do you want to drink some together sometime this weekend?' He says yes, and we work it out that he'll meet me at the theatre when I'm done working the matinee. I'm giddy.

I put on a nice skirt and shirt for the matinee, obviously for all the old people who like younger people to dress nicely, but really because I'm going on a date. So I work, and he's waiting in the theatre when I finish. We start walking, and he opens the doors for me as he asks if I want to go to the coffee shop in the University Center. I say yes, and we go there. I slip on the mud, cause it's raining and I'm stupidly wearing ballet flats, and he grabs me to keep me from falling.


He holds my hand to help me over the deeper puddles.


We get to the UC, and he pays for my drink.

How chivalrous!

We sit down, and start talking again. I discover he's graduating this year, and had classes with my brother in high school. We talk about our mutual love of video games, animals, lack of love for sports, and music. He asks me to sing for him, and I say I will later. As we finish our drinks, he asks me if I want to go for a walk. Of course I do.

Once again, he opens all the doors for me as we start walking all over campus. We veer off campus eventually, and there's this older woman walking 2 West Highland Terriers. I love dogs, and I ask her if I can say hi. She says yes, and I start petting one. The boy, amazingly, pets the other and asks the woman all the right questions. I'm so impressed. We say goodbye, and keep walking. We get to an enormous puddle, we stare at it. He says "I'd offer to put my coat down, but that probably wouldn't do any good....Here." He splashes through the puddle, and offers his hand to me to leap over it. I take it gladly, and I do.

Eventually, we make it back to campus, and he tells me "I've never been in the journalism building before." I offer to give him a tour, and he says he'd love one. I give him a tour, and then ask him what the computer science department looks like. He takes me there. It's on the top floor of the social sciences building, but there aren't any windows. I ask him if that's preparing the majors for a lifetime of working in basements. He laughs and says yes. He shows me the printer room...that only has one printer. I feel lucky about my major and my awesome building.

We leave, and start walking again. It's raining still, but with a really cold wind. I start shivering a little, and he notices. He asks if I want to go somewhere inside. I ask if he wants to go to my room. He accepts, and once we're inside, he starts looking at all my photos on the wall to see who he knows. He asks some specific questions about some of the photos, and sits on my bed with me. He then notices the two signs I have on my window:

He reads both of them, and asks "Since you live on the second floor, have you ever had anyone shout anything back at you?"

"Well, not that I've heard."

"You are really beautiful."


I bush and say thank you, and then say "You're really handsome."

He thanks me, and we keep talking and we compare hand sizes which leads to holding hands, when he says "Didn't you say you had to work at 6:30?"
"Yeah, what time is it? 4?"
"....Oh wow. I should probably get going."
"I'll walk you there."
"You don't have to."
"I know, but I want to."


We start walking to the theatre, and we're holding hands when he says "Anna, you know that I like you, right?"
"Yeah, I do. I like you as well."
"Well, I'm graduating in two weeks, and you're going to work at Disney World."
"That's true."
"I don't know if I could do that long distance."
"Understandable. Do you just want to have some fun for the next two weeks? Just...hang out and not worry about stuff?"
"Yeah, that sounds good."
He opens the door, walks me all the way to the box office, and hugs me goodbye.

We talk later that night on facebook, and he tells me that he had a lot of fun and it didn't seem like 4 hours. We agree that we'll hang out again soon.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

"Animals are my friends... and I don't eat my friends." George Bernard Shaw

I hate barbecues.

There is one happening outside my window right now. My room is hot, so my window is open. The wind is blowing in cold air that smells like smoky meat. I dislike this. I am a vegetarian. That is why I don't like the smell of meat. I'm not used to it, I didn't grow up with bacon for breakfast and steak for dinner. My parents decided to raise my brother and I as vegetarians, cause, well, they're hippies.

I went through a crazy PETA phase when I was about 13, and watched a lot of disturbing videos involving animal cruelty that I can't exactly un-watch.

I have eaten meat exactly once in my almost 21 years. It was when I was in France for a family reunion. I was 12, and my grandmother insisted that I eat some lamb for dinner. I ate it, and threw up.

Anyway, barbecues. I don't like them. I hate standing in line for a handful of potato chips, hopefully some pasta salad without meat, a cookie, and some soda. Yes, there are veggie burgers. I don't really like the way they taste. Tofu dogs are also gross. The conversation I seem to have every 5 minutes "Oh, I don't eat meat. No, I've never had a hamburger....I've never eaten meat, why would I start today? These potato chips sure are delicious."

I have no problem if other people eat meat, I encourage it. Being vegetarian is definitely not for everyone. But please, don't shove meat in my face and try to get me to open my mouth. What are you, 6? I respect your choices, please respect mine.

I should probably close my window on that meaty smell.

"All normal people love meat. If I went to a barbecue and there was no meat, I would say, "Yo Goober! Where's the meat?" I'm trying to impress people here, Lisa. You don't win friends with salad." Homer Simpson

"Why does Sea World have a seafood restaurant? I'm halfway through my fish burger and I realize, Oh my God. I could be eating a slow learner." Lynda Montgomery

Monday, May 3, 2010

100 Days!

100 Days until Disney World! Happy May! Thanks, Julie Andrews

Saturday, May 1, 2010

You're Beautiful

Holding hands and walking in the rain is so much fun. It would've been more fun if I had been wearing rain boots, but I appreciated him helping me over deep puddles even more. Opening doors for me and telling me I'm beautiful? Coffee and walking all over town. A four hour date? One of the best ever.