touche, rents

today during accountability with tyler hood and mary blonshine, we were reading over our notes from our accountability meetings in high school. on february 8, 2009 apparently i talked about how that week i had attempted to drive to school with ice on my windshield, which blocked my vision. i, of course, got caught. i attempted to drive past my dad, who was on his way back from his daily five mile walk, but was flagged down. he made me sit on the side of the road for about ten minutes until my window defrosted. and that was the extent of my memory.

except today i was reminded that my punishment went further. i should have known. apparently, i had to write a fictional four page paper to be turned into my dad about how my reckless driving resulted in a car accident in which a small child was killed and my sister was sent into icu. this is a brilliant punishment for the following reasons:
             1. i love to write. i get so enveloped in the world of the narrator that their pain and experiences become my pain and experiences. so of course i was going to write the story as though i was experiencing the turmoil of the reckless driver. touche.
             2. my sister is my best friend in the world. making me kill her off would be a bit excessive, so my dad did the next best thing -- made me put her in icu.
            3. it was second semester senior year... the last thing i wanted to do was write a paper.

so i begged caitlin to send me a copy of the paper today. which she did. which is hilarious. of course i wrote it as the most melodramatic thing in the history of the world, knowing that that way my dad would think i had learned my lesson. and of course in my own sort of spite, i changed all the names because i didn't want to relate to the injured parties. it would be too painful. i chose names that were so obscure that i had never even heard of people with those names. of course, since coming to college i have met people with the exact same names. the joke's on me. the joke is always on me.

1k lyfe

last saturday, i ran a 1k. no, i didn't forget the zero. it was a one k. and it was great.

                                              the annae. motto: we are anna. we wear orange.

just the sorority! rave-ing it up! 

ps: note the cooler. it is carly's and it has an ipod hook-up. you best believe we jammed the entire 1k.

don't hayyyte

fact: that is a baby phat shirt. and these are my best friends.