Anna Banana

you never really realize how many covers there are of that song, and how frequently they use it in film/TV until you're sitting at your laptop planning our your eurotrip. basically, a lot.

did the massive walk mart shopping day today. got many a travel size toiletry and even *gasp* two new pairs of shoes (well, sandals and clogs) and a dress! well, i didn't get the dress at wal mart, but it was on sale and is VERY practical for my trip (no sarcasm at all there, i really can wear it often!).

saw pirates 3 with the parents, i liked it SOO much more than 2, but i'm not sure if i liked it more than the first. i kept on thinking about how the SexyFilmForce needs to have a "Swashbuckling Marathon"...but I could only think of maybe 4 movies to show. i do think the marathons should be shorter, but 4 films doesn't exactly scream "marathon!" nonetheless, towards the end of the film (not to give anything away, but if you've seen it you'll get it), my ma says, "my luck, after the ten year wait, every time i'd be on my period." i was laughing way too much at this comment, but that's so my mom to think that way and say that RIGHT THEN.

after dad's $7 nap, we went to Gibby's, as per usual movie night, and what luck! it was 99cent margarita night for DE LADIESSSS (as our waitress put it). i was very excited by this, but the only way mom would drink with me is if "you made it with gin NOT tequila, and go ahead and leave out the triple sec too....just GIN." the waitress looked like she was going to vomit all over the buckeye-clad room. when we got our drinks, mine was delicious (more potent than i expected, i found out as i stood up to leave) and ma said, "not enough gin..."

ashley was working in Gibby's, again she told me about middle school crush coming back this weekend (right when i go to DU) and that he'll be here for a week or so...but i fly out in 4 days, damnit!! he's going to iraq in july, his little brother is already there...this shouldn't effect me that much, but i still want to cry when i think about it. i have no idea how ashley, holly, and soon the other holly can deal with it. i'd cry everyday.

well, that stuff aside, i'm SOO not tired but need to get up early to DEFINITELY finish packing and then leave for the kappa shindig back at the hill. i'm a little too excited to go back.

so yeah, happy birthday whore face. now, when they say "can i see your id" you don't have to run for the hills.

anyway, went out with duckie last night. we were supposed to end up watching movies at douche's, but we fell asleep visiting jenny...super cool. though i broke the fan, we ate all "the nugs," and i woke up freezing, it was a fun time.

continued to try and pack today, i'm thinking i can pull off this "pack light" concept. i'm not as scared as i used to be about the trains, and whatnot...now the flight, that's another story. nonetheless, i'm going to try to be DONE with packing tomorrow (other than a dress i might wear to the kappa thing this weekend) and shop some more with mom.

"the kappa thing" should be a good time. i'm going up friday to sleep on claire's floor, or couch, or in the shower, and then the reunion will be in the afternoon after some weeding/dusting/whatnot cleaning to make house board happy.

5 days and about 14 hours. (reminds me of counting down to italy, but BETTER!!)

"it's 'hot town,' ann...and don't make fun of my music." i realized today that mom calls me "ann" whenever i annoy her, but not in the "annabelle" way where i've done something wrong. just like, "stop being so dumb, ann."

i peaced out of the awkward scene with duckie and some other queens, last night, though they're always good for a laugh. though i was forced to escape by less than desirable means. nonetheless, i got to bed at a decent time to go grave-hopping today with the fam. this is a memorial day tradition for my auntie and the like, usually post-the circleville parade. we go around chillicothe and south of chilli-town planting marigolds and other posies in front of gravestones. it usually ends up with mom being bitter about someone dead, uncle ern and dad cracking jokes, and me too tired to be anything but complacent.

my stomach was being a huge bitch to me today. i drank club soda with lunch in hopes of burping out the evil...mom blames my nerves about flying away in a week and 15hours. i blame the white castle.

many an errand to run tomorrow with victory, pray we don't kill each other. i'm going to try and go to bed "early" so that maybe i can cross off one thing from my "to do before i leave for europe" list befor shopping and whatnot.

i just had a huge craving for whits. man, i'm gonna miss granville.

so i didn't want, i think, month 3 to go by without me updating. besides, i better get used to recalling my days again since i've promised everyone i would do so. i've got the backpack, the eurail pass, and too many guidebooks (where's mahtha's father when you need him?!). the more i see movies set in europe, or ads for "hostel II" the more terrified i become, but i won't tell ma. as i plan out where all in europe i'll be able to hit, i find that you can't really see as many cities as you want in 9 days...

well, i won't be flying out until june 5th, so what's going on in ohio? that's right, not a whole lot. the cabaret reunion thing was fun. as people were crying about graduating high school i just wanted to yell at them, "THERE IS LIFE AFTER LOGAN ELM"...but i felt too jaded with that thought. spangler was hilarious at our table with david, douche, and new york. "what are you doing?" david asked, as spangler was circling different acts in the program. "i'm circling my bathroom breaks...dang it! your pen ran out of ink!" later at the bonfire, before we took a vote on who we would have preferred to stay longer, i was forced to say, "i'm glad this isn't awkward," as we shook hands goodbye. awkward is a comfort again, almost as much as passively making fun of people. i hate how home brings out the evil in me.

tonight i had steak y shake with steffie and the new BF. joshua is basically cool as shit, and most of all, he gets me better than i do. no third wheel here, just a good steak y shake group. we discussed "settling" as seems to be the theme, and i tried to push judgment to the side. "it's not being hypocritical," i thought, "it's hindsight." there's a thin line there when looking at the choices of a maturing blonde, and i hate to bring the word "maturity" into my analysis.

that's about all i got. gotta be a tenor in the morning.

8-hours editing the post-sync project
7-times i've tried to do reading
6-episodes of fresh prince i watch each night
5-REASOOOOONS TOOOOOO STOP DRIIIIIINKIIIING!!!
4-movies i've really wanted to see
3-trips to college campuses
2-new facebook friends
and another lazy, unproductive vacation in c-ville!

of course i didn't do all the school work i needed to do. i haven't written a single page of either one of my research papers, but i actually have a topic for the 2nd one now. out of this break i've only gained a new way of "evaluating" people and situations (sounds better than "judging," non?). oh, and that whole plane ticket to europe as well as a few other abroad things are done. some of my favorite quotes of the break:

5) guy at bar: "i hate that girl right there..."
me: "her? well, i went to high school with her."
guy: "well, i still hate her..."
me: "i made fun of her in high school...made her cry...is that any consolation?"
guy: "i love you."
me: "you can propose to me in the morning."
4) "don't trust places with their lights on, they're probably closed...but this is A-MUR-ICA!! somewhere must be open 24hrs!!"
3) "then, when i woke up the next morning, i realized i was sober. i was really upset..."
2) [direct towards me] "erin!! i love you!! seriously, you're my new best friend!!"
1) "i wouldn't consider that a drug, it's a cat tranquilizer."

back to packin' it up for the hill. i think my parents purposely take a long-ass time to get shit done before i go back.

i think that i'm either getting a cold or i have allergies?
i dunno, it's supposed to be 70 tomorrow, so i'm gonna wash monty.
watched a boring netflix today, and thought too much.
i'm trying not to fight with mom and dad, but they seem to be bugging me more.
blame it on the cold.

this whole updating thing, it's hard to keep up with. pretty sure i avoided that whole month of february alright. it still ended up being shitty for some of my friends more so than for me, so i'm not complaining too much.

so now i'm stuck at home for another spring break. i'm pretty sure that i'm gonna avoid that TOTALLY next year. i keep thinking about how easy i'm gonna be on myself next year, and that makes this horrible semester not suck as much. anyway, spring break...had an odd night with douche, kasey, dillie, and duckie. basically it was jackass, halo, life-size halo, and then what not to wear. a rollar coaster night with nerdy masculine boredom, masculine excitement, then feminine chilling.

yesterday i didn't go to a party-slash-another HS reunion event to celebrate an LE grad not killing himself in iraq. i've been avoiding social situations like that more often, but this time i had a parent date night instead. we ate at cheesecake fact., and it was quite the event. we ate at the bar, i had beer with dad and mom had just enough wine to get giggley. some man in a HUGE fur coat with beanie-type hate and bling on the right hand made BFF with my dad (sitting to the right of him on my right). after i think he had his third double shot of hennessy, gave my dad a fist pound with his bling hand about three times, he yells, "yo bartender! get mel man another beer here, put it on me!!" dad told him about how mom was in the navy to which he got another fist pound...the rest was kinda awkward:
fur coat: "so you just here with your old lady or what?"
mel man: "well that's my daughter sitting between us..."
fur coat: "she's real pretty, what's her name?"
mel man: [turning to me] "anna, this nice man bought me a beer..."
fur coat: "hello..." [he puts his hand on his chest onto of the fur]
me: "hi. nice to meet you person who bought my dad a beer..."
*awkward starring...fur coat doesn't say anything"
me: "so...i'm sorry...what's your name...?"
fur coat: "brian" [his voice is somewhere between leon phelps-the ladies man, and dick in a box guys]
i act like mom says something so that i have to turn around and talk to her. dad says that "brian" could hear me because as i notice later he had iPod earbuds in for some reason. after "brian" says "i love ya, mel man" dad says, "i think he's had more than just a couple of drinks." "well, you got a free beer out of it," i replied.

finished up saturday night with Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang and a 23-run. it was delicious and cheap, and the fast food from Rt. 23 wasn't bad either *drum kick*. today at church was almost as awkward as when i told the white castle girl, "you too, umm...i mean, night." it's kinda bugging me that our sermons have turned into multi-media presentations. "when it comes down to it, life is just a dash between two dates." i don't get 20% out of church that i used to. basically, i go so that i have an excuse to get pretty and hear compliments from old people, and apparently married men, which make me believe i'm actually attractive. dana was telling john to not mess with the bongos where an alter should be, and how she did this was by saying, "no, no. those aren't yours." what better reason do you have to mess with shit than that?!

today was very eventful and i didn't write a screenplay in my head...too much.
sang in the choir. it was quite fun being a tenor, again, since they only have 3 (counting myself). it was communion sunday, and even though i avoided mr. married, i saw jarrel for the first time in a while. at least, i'm pretty sure that's his name. as pastor dennis was breaking bread, i thought, "i wonder want kind of plastic bag the body of the Lord came in?" before we drank the blood of Christ, i had an urge to shot "SHOT!!!" then everyone tilted their heads back at the same time.

saw kasey (or is it kaycee?) for the first time in about two years...and i think the same could be said for tommy and ester. i like how i relate to the pre-teens with disney, and the other cousins with dog stories.

oh, then, duckie and i went to easton. it was one of the best times EVER. we got AWESOME ice cream, even though "the hot fudge isn't hot." and we saw "Dreamgirls." i can't say enough about this film. the music=goes without saying. eyemake=I WANT THAT!!! disco scene=a fun night at Axis. jennifer hudson=i loved you since AI and still remember yelling at the TV on that enfamous "bottom three" night. basically, watching that film, i know what i want to do with my life. does that make me a good or aweful cinema major?

at this point, i don't care. it's one of those nights when everything makes sense. i want to wake up "early tomorrow." duckie's gonna cut my hair and mom's, and i'm pretty stoked.

the trips to the library seem to be getting shorter. not very many houses seem to have their lights up still. we took all our decorations today. it was sad on many levels for me. i noticed today that ma and i are getting into the final week stretch of fighting...
anyway, one house had their lights still up, including a red and white football player. one house had "go bucs" in red rope on their roof. sometimes i hate living in ohio. for some reasons, one house had about 12 cars outside of it. i wondered why.

i keep on evaluating this break. sure i've almost read and seen everything i wanted to, but i didn't get to hang with k-dawg enough. i'm still very much confused about the denison situations. "i've never kissed a girl i respected as much as you, and that's not a compliment." i wish that people, in some ways, didn't respect me as much. i guess because it carries responsibility. "oye! responsibility!!...he brings out the jew in me!!" i've always wanted to be jewish. i'm starting to confuse myself more, "grey's my favorite color. black and white have never been my thing."

all of that aside, the end of the evening was quite humorous:
drunk dial: *hick-uping*
me: "well, i hope you kick those hick-ups soon..."
drunk dial: "me too...i've been...*hick-up*...trying..."
me: "want me to say something to try and scare it out of you?"
drunk dial: " *hick-up*...sure"
me: "I'M PREGNANT!!!!"
my ma: [through my bathroom door] "ANNA?!?!?!?!?!"

i miss denison that much more. off to finish "white" and dye my hair more red.

almost forgot about my dentist appointment today. "nancy" wasn't the "nancy" i thought i was going to get. i didn't recognize any of the people that took sharp, pointy things to my teeth and gums. the receptionists all recognized me and told me how good i looked, how good dad looked, happy with the work i've done.

i visited for about 5hours with the cousins. i really enjoy talking with audrey, and i think she really enjoys talking with me. i admire her life so much, and wish i could be happy with something like that, too. apparently steffie would be happy with it. anyway, ha-non and maddy cakes seem to really like me, and i must admit it's really comforting to have two kids fighting over who's gonna sit on your lap...
"you're nails feel nice...they're really pretty, i like them."
"anna, do you wish you were home forever? i do."
"i like you and aunt bicki a lot."

then, i visited steffie for about an hour. i got upset with myself when i realized that i don't really look people in the eye as much as i used to. for some reason i really wanted to cry again. she gave me some opportunities to possibly let it out, but i didn't want to give that away. we talked about people, about our bitter view of life thus far, and about cosmotology. i kinda really want the four of us to have dinner. "i'll make dessert." i guess i want it to be us four because that was comforting. "yes, i'll buy those shoes." i really can't imagine marrying anyone right now, ever. here's to crossing one thing off a list tomorrow and getting a simple pleasure from it.