Always Anna

I’m home sick from work, watching Golden Girls. This show is one of the best of all time, and has some of the best lines ever. From the episode on right now:

Blanche: “There must be homosexuals who date women!”
Sophia: “Yeah, they’re called lesbians!”

When watching an episode of What Not to Wear on TLC makes me cry, I have to make fun of MYSELF for crying too easily.

While the BF stayed at home on the couch, baking his body with a 104 degree temperature, I went out Friday and Saturday nights to celebrate the hilarious Kate’s birthday.  As we roamed the Boston Bar scene, two separate comments almost made me die laughing:

Friday Night

Random guy asks my friend, “So, is that guy your boyfriend?” (While pointing to a male friend of ours.)

My friend replies, “No, he just likes to sleep with me.”

Saturday Night

As Journey’s Don’t Stop Believin’ comes through the speakers, the majority of the dance floor starts rocking out and singing along (including me, obviously).  A tall, handsome, black man says to his friend, “Man, white people really love this sh*t.”

In case you’re wondering, Stoli Raz and Soda shooting out your nose isn’t as painful as Dr. Pepper.

You all know how much I used to love Britney Spears.  And with all the craziness that’s been going on in her life, I’ve had a few people ask me what I thought.  Well, as it happens, I completely and totally agree with everything that Dooce said yesterday.

I’ve never been depressed or addicted to anything.  I’ve certainly never been a mother, or so famous that photos of me running to the store in pajamas and no make-up makes the front page of some magazine.  So I can’t fully understand what Britney is going through.  But when somebody is so clearly troubled, I would just hope that they get the help they need.

Might I suggest Drew Barrymore’s shrink?  Whoever worked with Drew when she was younger and going through all of that sh*t clearly did a wonderful job of helping her figure out how to cope with her emotions and grow into a happy, bright, confident woman.

And that’s all I have to say about that.

I haven’t watched a single episode of the OC this season, but I’m still so sad about it being over.

Ali Loves Curtis says everything I’m thinking, but so much more coherently than I could.

Goodbye OC.  I’ll miss you, Summer & Seth.  And I can’t wait to rent this last season on DVD.

Every year before the Academy Awards, I go on a mission to see as many of the nominated movies as possible – this way, when I watch the show, I can scream at the TV when I think they pick the wrong movie/actor/director. It makes the watching experience much more entertaining.

This year, I have gotten off to a late start, so have had to limit the films I see to those that have been nominated in the “big six” categories: Best Supporting Actor & Actress, Best Actor & Actress, Best Director, and Best Picture. Unfortunately, I only have 7 days until the awards… and still have 11 films to see.

This might get tricky. So, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to the closest theater. I have to see at least 2 movies today to get on track.

Sorry for my long absence, party people. I’ve been super busy since my nose-bleed post. Super busy with the new love of my life…

Since entering my life on Saturday afternoon, Guitar Hero has been taking up all my free time. I’ve played after a night out drinking, after work, in between meals. I’ve practiced songs, played in career mode to open up new songs, and rocked out in the living room with the BF. I am obsessed.

It’s kind of strange, because I’m not really a big fan of video games in general. I just can’t get into them – they hurt my head and my eyes and I get bored. Well, except for Tetris, obviously. But anyways, for some reason, though, Guitar Hero enthralls me. Something about holding a plastic guitar, choosing a rock-star chick character and frantically scanning the music conveyor belt is just so… addictive.

So, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to play with my new love again. Don’t wait up.

After work yesterday, I went out to get a few beers with some coworkers. We sat around, ate nachos and soft pretzels, and I drank two giant mugs of beer before heading back to Harvard Square to meet up with the BF and six other friends. I had two more bottles of beer, and realized that a familiar pressure was rising up in my chest.

As I’ve mentioned before, I don’t really know how to burp. My body for some reason just doesn’t naturally do it. It’s not a lot of fun, especially when I have a few beers in me… I’m sure you’re all familiar with the carbonation pressure that beer causes. Anywho, it’s because of this that I’ve largely switched from beer to liquor – club soda and flavored vodka is WAY easier to get down.

So… when I felt the pressure in my stomach/chest last night, I figured I’d switch to my vodka soda drink. I had one (pretty strong) drink, and immediately realized that it was not the best idea I’d ever had. I felt a little bit queasy and off-center.

Time to go home.

So, I ditched everyone and walked home. 10 minutes later I was throwing my jacket and purse on the floor as I flew to the bathroom. Not fun. Liquid vomit. Etc., etc., etc…. and, mid throwing up, my nose started bleeding.

I was horrified. My nose never bleeds. EVER. But apparently the dry conditions in my office and apartment (thanks to the heat) were more than my tender tissue could take. I freaked out. I had no Kleenex, and toilet paper wasn’t doing anything but creating a mess.

It was then that I remembered a great scene in “She’s the Man”* where Viola (in disguise as her brother Sebastian) tries to cover up the presence of tampons in her bag by claiming they’re great for bloody noses and shoving one up her nose to demonstrate. It made sense to me… so I grabbed a Tampax, dumped the cardboard, and gently put the remaining cotton in my nostril.

It was totally ridiculous looking, and made it very difficult to drink water, eat my beloved Triscuits, and even breath in without getting a string in my mouth… but it worked!

And here I am. A girl that can’t handle 4 beers and puts Tampax in her nose.

I am so freakin’ cool.

* Yes, I saw this movie. And I liked it. Amanda Bynes was hilarious, and Channing Tatum was fine.

When it’s this cold out, I am SO grateful for the fact that heat is included in my rent.

I know it’s not great for the environment since it uses a lot of energy, but I LOVE cranking my heat up to 70 when I get home.  (Don’t worry, I turn it down when the apartment is empty!)

As a pretty normal girl, I’m constantly on the lookout for new purses. On the subway, at work, in line at the ATM… I’m always checking out other girls’ bags, in the hopes of seeing something that I have to have. But lately, I’ve been seeing the same bag over and over and over…

These foldable Longchamp nylon bags are everywhere. What’s the deal? I mean, I get that they’re practical, and the fact that they come in tons of colors is cool. But… I mean… c’mon. They’re over $100 for NYLON.

I am almost always okay with spending a couple hundred on a good leather bag. And even though I can’t imagine personally spending more than $250, I totally understand when other people drop more cash on a cool purse. But when a bag is made of nylon or canvas and costs more than $50, what are you really saying with your purse? That you have good taste, or that you’re a sucker?