Math Break

Math is basically the bane of my existence.
It's wretched.

But wearing these slippers so that my freezing toes don't fall off from all the blood rushing to my brain trying to figure out the math problems helps.




And so does my She and Him station on Pandora.
:)


How is YOUR night going?

Once upon a time...

... I was the worstestest sister ever.

Whaa?

It's true.

Kelene texted me yesterday asking if I wanted to go to baptisms with her this morning at 8am.
Pshhhh heck yes!
BUT then I went on that date and I didn't get back to my car at Monte Cristo's until 1:30 in the AM.
and then I was a doofus and cuddled with him instead of going home right away.
Oh, I kill myself sometimes.

So I get home reallly late and then I can't sleep after that.
DUMBFACE SLEEP FAIRY WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME??
SO I texted Kelene at about 5am telling her to call me when she woke up(so I could ask her if we could do baptisms LATERRR)

So she did. And we moved baptisms to 10am.
Perfect. I'll wake up at 9:30, throw on a dress and get outta here!
She calls me right after 9:30 telling me she FORGOT her recommend. She was super upset and I felt so bad.
Then she told me she'd been there just walking around for AN HOUR AND A HALF because her friends had all been busy that morning.

Holy Hannah.
I felt awful.
She was just trying to have a good morning with her big sister and I was being SELFISH SALLY.

So to make it up to her I was gonna take her to Sweet Cakes for a little brunch!

..but it was closed.

So we walked up and down Downtown Mesa looking in shops and funsies.
I love me some Kelene!


She's so dang cute. :)



Kelene picked these out for me. How do you feel about it?



Don't you sort of hate it when your little sister gets HOTTER than you??



It was grand. Then we met Mom and Grandma at Sweet Cakes and chatted and overall had a marvelous time.

The end.

Chocolaty Goodness =

Jarrett.
Yup. I just went there.
FIRST NAME BASIS for all ya'll.
You know why??
He keeps trying to be my best friend.
Like, hardcore.
We're not QUITE there yet.. but you know. Maybe soon.
Anyway, Chocolaty Goodness will now be known as Jarrett. Because that's his name.
Mostly because I'm kind of tired of typing Chocolaty Goodness ALL THE WAY OUT EVERY TIME.
Sorry, dudes.

Anywaysss.

Thursday nights can be fun.

I have some friends in a band and they were playing right on Mill Ave last night.
And they rocked it, let's be honest. :)

Last night was the first time I'd ever seen them perform for realsies so I decided it would be festive to dress up all dapper like.

So naturally I made Monte Cristo and Jarrett dress up with me!

Jarrett loves dressing up anyway. He's almost always dapper all by himself.


Oh hai there! I like when he drives my car. Is that weird?


We're basically the most awkward (but attractive) 3 amigos everrr.


How PRESH are we?


Oh, hello there, dear.


Do you see the dashing manliness I am privy to ALL THE TIME?


If you look closely you can see the actual band. Don't judge. I suck at picture taking and we were kinda far away.


After the band we went to Five Guys to eat some mucho delish food.

They serve free peanuts.
And Monte Cristo loves him some free peanuts!


And Jarrett couldn't stop messaging this girl named Monique. You think she's black, don't you. NOPE. She's white. I love when white people have black people names. So does Jarrett apparently.


This food is seriously so yummy in my tummy. I was happy. :)


I sort of adore this picture.


GET IN MAH BELLAY!
Five Guys has super duper yummy Cajun Fries.


{Super unflattering summary of our awesomeness}


The end.
I love being dapper.
If you have the means, I highly recommend it.

Sometimes my brain...

... likes to try and tell my body that it should do stuff it really doesn't WANT to do. It's stuff it really SHOULD do... it just doesn't want to.

Like squats.

Once about every 2 weeks or so I look at myself in the mirror and I say, "Annie, your legs are fatty. Do squats!!" And then I do them! ... and then I'm sore. Whaaa? Me no likey. So I don't do them ever again. Until my legs look fatty to me again. HA!

So two days ago was one of those 'fatty legs' days. So I did squats... lots of them. hahaha and then yesterday I was SORE!

Which I am okay with. Sometimes it feels good to be sore. Because you know what you have to do to be sore?

SOMETHING!

I know. I know. I'm awesome.

So I was minding my own business when I got a text from Chocolaty Goodness. "We might need you to play tonight. We are short girls."

Hi. I'm Annie. I am not sporty. As in I can't remember the last time I swung a baseball bat. As in my last memory of softball was 13 yr old me SUCKING at young women's softball. likeWOAH.

But Chocolaty Goodness's chocolaty goodness was calling to me. They needed me! Sure it was in a sporty way... but they needed me to save them!
*also Monte Cristo is on this team and this was the perfect opportunity to not wow him with my amazing skills*

So I decided to play.

Batting cages.
I hit the majority of the balls, whaaa??
I'm awesome.
But my arms hurt already?
Whaaa?
eFFFF.

Softball game.
I hit the ball BOTH times I batted... but then struck out because I'm so FREAKING slow, whaa??
I'm awesome.
I stopped the ball TWICE as short stop, the first time I almost face planted and the second time I stopped it with my chest, whaa??
I'm awesome.
We lost our game by like 19 points, whaaa????
WE ARE AWESOME!

Haha. It was hilar.
And Buffalo Wild Wings is awesomespice.
And Chocolaty Goodness has this hot sauce that makes 21 year old men cry and look all sickie pukie. Don't try it.
And Monte Cristo basically killed himself sliding into third like a pro. And by killed himself I mean he baby sprained his ankle and ripped open his knee and got a huge raspberry on his BUTTOCK.
Don't worry I rubbed and cleaned and hydrogen peroxided and kissed it alllll better. :) (except the buttock, don't worry Mom.)


And it sorta feels like I got trampled by a Tyrannosaurus Rex today. No big deal.

My my my

Don't get me wrong. I LOVE Arizona. Dearly. Oh so dearly.

BUT.

Wouldn't you just LOVE to walk outside to THIS in the fall?



...I would.

I really don't wanna do homework...

So I'll blog instead! Woohooo!

Halloween. Was. Awesome.

I woke up. And went to church. And it was awesome. Duh.
Then I came home and had hamburgers that Mike made. They were awesome. Duh.
And Chocolaty Goodness and Monte Cristo came over. And we got all dressed up and scared the living daylights out of people in the haunted house. and it was AWESOME. Duh.

:)

Oh, you want pictures?

Okay.
































Hello, we rock. Thanks, Mike for letting us SCARE!

The end. :)

This is not a feel-good post.

...it's not a feel-bad, -sad, or -mad post either though. It's just me.

This is Me. Duh that's the name of my blog.

And I started this blog for me. Not for any of you. Don't worry, I love all my readers dearly and I bless you for taking the time to read my nonsensical ramblings about my rather ordinary life. But. Sometimes a girl has got to write. And since I am so vain, I like people to read my writings. I could just write this elsewhere, but lets be honest, I'll post it. And I'll be excited to hear what people think about it.

And I honestly don't know where exactly this post is going to go.. but I'm excited to see. I don't just write to write very often anymore and I miss the crap out of it.

SO now that you see how ridiculous this post is gonna be, you can opt out reading now. Or keep going.. and stop later when you're tired of it. Or go all the way to the end. It's late and I don't even know if I want to go all the way to the end. HA! Oh my life.

Okay.
Here we go.


I remember when I was little and I trusted everyone. It was easy. No one can let you down when you're little because you don't know that you should expect things of people.

And then all of a sudden one day you do expect things. You want more than a PB&J and a glass of apple juice. You want more than 10 more minutes on the playground. You want more than your crush to just like you back.

Why? Why is that suddenly not enough to be happy? Stupid brain development. Geez.
Why does your best friend change from the person who shares toys with you to the person you can talk to about anything? And not just boy stuff, but that your parents are fighting AGAIN or she really really misses her mom in Washington and it's hard growing up with only a dad. When does that happen?

And why is your automatic defense system when your best friend changes and ditches you to start building up a wall of mistrust?

And why doesn't that mistrust just stop with future best friendships? It continues into the potential boyfriends and husbands and just general acquaintances too.

And then you realize it.. so you get over it! ..or you think you do. Or maybe you did!

BUT then a guy comes along that you adore. And he adores you too! Fantastic!

Until you realize he doesn't adore you. He just wanted to because you were conveniently there and you adored him first. It's lovely to be adored, isn't it?

You can't be smart about it, though, can you? You can't have ACTUALLY learned your lesson from times past because that would be progressive. You have to try and be BEST FRIENDS FOREVER with this same guy that sort of broke your heart a little. Because you tried to trust again. Because guys can be douche bags.

BUT then that guy has to adore you again at least once after you've finally gotten over that ache. The ache disappeared completely, it actually just feels really happy now. That is until he adored you again. Then everything went back just the way it was! How can you trust any boys when they're all so dang FICKLE??

How can you trust anyone when they surely will change their mind and decide you're not worthy after all? Or your not "right" or good or whatever there is enough. After all, that's how it's always been. Obviously or you wouldn't be alone. Right?

Or is that just me?

I may have just been talking about myself this whole time, let's be honest.

Okay I was just talking about myself. For heavens sake.

So here I am.

Confused. Battered. Upside down(which is not how it's supposed to feel ever).

What do I do now?

...

.....

Whaa?

Who's THAT guy?

Enter Monte Cristo.

Holy Hannah. I've never met a man of this variety before.
I just like to look at him.
But then he's TOO attractive. There's no way he ACTUALLY likes me. He just got done with this super dumbface girl. He'll rebound and then whatev. Get over it, move on. Duh. That always happens.

Wait. What? He still likes me? There has to be a catch.
There's not.
No, there HAS to be.
No really.
No really YOU! There has to be. There really does. We can't JUST like each other for reals. Either I have to freak out or you have to change your mind. That's all there is to it!
No really.
Seriously?
Seriously.
Wait, SERIOUSLY??
Yeah, seriously. Just like that.
We can just like each other? Just genuinely like being with each other? We don't have to have drama? NONE? We can just talk about everything and be ridiculously attracted to each other and love every second just because?
Yup!
Oh wow this is nice. I like it. :)
Oh hey me too. :)
Fabulous.
Yes.
Mmm.
My thoughts exactly.
:)
...
:)
Mmm.
:)

Basically that's how it went.

Except it's still scary as ALL HELL to really let yourself just like someone. To really like someone. Not just casually like. But really.
You know.

So I started out all upside down and crazy when I met Monte Cristo. And things are still a little weird sometimes. and when I say things.. I mean I AM WEIRD SOMETIMES. I'm more a little crooked, sideways now. Better than all the way upside down with the blood rushing in my head and such, right?

Right.
Hey thanks, Monte Cristo.

And you want to know a secret?

I've never felt so *SAFE* before.
And I sort of love it.