Erin

Fri, 15 Oct 2004 02:26:10 GMT

I don’t understand why all the lifeguards give me dirty looks at the SAC (well besides Merry cause she’s nice)
…could it be that im a fucking amazing swimmer and their jealous?….no…..hmmm
….could it be because I look absolutely stunning in a one-piece speedo?…..no no…..
Actually I have no idea why. Im sure its just in my head. But NO ITS NOT! THERE’S DEFENITLY DIRTY LOOKS!…anyway…

Fencing was Amazing the other night. We were full on stabbing each other.
I’ve noticed that my sister has really good form and is very precise, but she lacks aggression.
Then you have me…ha…im wicked competetive and aggresssive and Im just like a crazy homeless person with a pointy stick. I just kind of charge and its beastly. But hey, at least I get the point….

I couldn’t stop giggling at fencing. I was so tired that EVERYTHING seemed funny. And I was pretending to be Zorro. And I thought it was hilarious.

And then I kept doing my CHER impression. Which actually is pretty decent and half funny if im in a good mood. “…If I could turn back time….” Ya. Okay im stoppping.

Why do I love BUTCH so much???
This is why…

CassieDawn12: um hello my boobies plus my elbows are smaller than some moobies out there
…………
CassieDawn12: alright well this half of the embryo is madd tired and is going to bed

I am NOT a girly-girl. Contraire to popular belief. I know SHOCKER! I don’t like nails and doing hair, and crap like that. And I think its wicked funny how everyone thinks that I do.
Okay. I wake up 10 minutes before the bus comes. And I wake up pretty much looking exactly the same as you see me in school. And I just grab clean cloths, and for some bizarre reason they always match. I serioulsy don’t try at all. So you can choose to believe me or not whatever

Hey, BITE ME
hehe

Sat, 09 Oct 2004 18:10:33 GMT

[Spell your first name backwards]: NIRE
[The story behind your user name]: Its me and Drea Band, PollenontheWater
[How old?]: the big ONE SIX
[Where do you live?]: Like im going to let my crazy sex stalkers know my location….

DESCRIBE YOUR:
[Wallet: Its Native American and leather
[Hairbrush]: I’ve never brushed my hair
[CD in stereo right now]: Get out and ROCK!
[Piercing]: Everywhere
[What you are wearing now]: Green Shorts that say NOTREDAMN across the ass and an Old Navy Sweatshirt, OH and my Alaskan Wilderness Sandles
[Wishing]: I had a purple unicorn named sparkles
[Talking to]: The voices in my head
[The last thing you ate?]: My dog
[Something that you are deathly afraid of?]: Midgets and those Umpo-Loompas
[Do you believe in love]: I belive in marrying for the purpose of Reproducing
[Do you believe in soul mates]: no
[Do you believe in love at first sight]: NO! Love doesn’t equal sexual Attraction DUH
[Do you believe in forgiveness]: No people should die in hell for screwing up.
[What are 3 places you wouldn't mind relocating to?]: the kitchen, the shower, the mountains
[What's something you wish you could understand better?]: Why they always leave….

In the last 24 hours, have you:
Cried: pssh crying is for pansies
Bought something: ya
Gotten sick: I never get sick, inless of course I fake it, which I always do
Sang: ya

Social Life:
Are you center of attention or the wallflower: Family Parties im THE CENTER, school stuff not really
What type automobile do you drive: M.I.N.I.V.A.N
Where is the best hangout: um…parking lots of course
Do you have a job: No comment
Do you attend church: the Anglican Church is a BIG ASS RICH CULT
Do you like being around people: I like being a loner sometimes, and I like people sometimes too

Personal:
01. Who is your role model: Jesus
02. What are some of your pet peeves: slow walkers, ppl that pay more money for something at the Salvation army, when they could have gotten it cheaper at Kohls! You stupid fockers…um Meany people. And people that make all these promises then just ditch you.
03. Have you ever liked someone you had no chance with: ya
04. Have you ever cried over the opposite sex: Bobby broke my Igana book mark in the 5th grade! And I’ve never truly healed from that. (im not even joking)
05. Do you have a "type" of person you always go after: YES
06. Have you ever lied to your best friend(s): All the time..that’s what makes a TRUE FRIEND
07. Ever wanted to get revenge on someone because they hurt you: Mr. Hutchinson???
08. Rather be dumper or dumped: DUMPER
09. Rather have a relationship or a "hookup": HOOK UP BABY
10. Want someone you don't have right now: no comment
11. Ever liked your best guy/girl friend: Ya I want to do all my girlfriends
12. Do you want to get married: Of course
13. Do you want kids: ..lots of babies…
14. Do you believe you know the person whom you will marry at this point in time: Obviously not otherwise I’d be doing him.
15. What is your favorite part of your physical appearance: I dunno I have green eyes and my favorite color is green
16. What is your favorite part of your emotional being: What? Im not sure what this means. I like how im not emotionally clingy- cause that’s wicked annnoying
17. Are you happy with you: Ya I rock
18. Are you happy with your life: DEFENITLY, maybe not my social life so much though.
19. If you could change something in your life right now, what would it be: I wish I wasn’t so anti-social
20. What are your life goals? Money,career,studmuffin= lots of babies!!!

Wed, 06 Oct 2004 01:25:52 GMT

Woohhooo. I've been slacking on the entries. But i like to keep things chipper and somewhat entertaining. And to be honest the bit of weeks hasnt been its usually CHIPPER-ness. I've actually written a bunch of stuff but ended up deleting it- cause lets face it, who wants to read me complain, and most of it was like F- this, ass that, fuck the world type of stuff. Plus nothing really exciting has happened.
BUT! the tides are changing my dear friend. Something good is coming, i can feel it.

Im making friends in my classes now, but its bad for me grades, im too busy socialzing to have time to do work.

Anyway i cant really think of anything to say. But at least im letting you know that im alive and well. And im VERY VERY HAPPY!!!!!

Oh and P.S. Your ass looks really Hott in those jeans, and i want to have your baby...just thought i'd let you know

Mon, 27 Sep 2004 02:16:03 GMT

I like Spreading my plague.

..Coughing on people's necks, licking doornobs, ect.,

I Also enjoy my sexy, raspy voice. I sound like an Old Lady named Marge, who's a waitress at a diner and is a chain smoker. It makes me happy. maybe tomarrow i'll wear my diner shirt that says marcie on it.
I just want to go up to randomn people and Hisss, "Hey baby cakes, want a piece of Marge's pie??" while simultaneously grabbing their ass. Maybe i'll do that in my Chemistry class since i hate them alll.

i got in trouble today cause i told my mom that, "She would die a painful, slow death in the enteral depths of Hell". but its not like i told her to GO to hell. I was just stating the obvious. Because she's an Evil Little Leprachuan.

Thats all for now. Goodnight my People!

Bollocks to the World

Tue, 21 Sep 2004 22:58:22 GMT

I hate regretting. When you have the window of oppurtunity, and you miss it and after you just want to cut of your leg and beat yourself with it. Where ALL I fucking had to do is say “HI”. And nope! I don’t. I wish I had balls, not literal balls, but the balls that have attitude. Of course, they don’t have balls either, because they wanted to talk to me but they didn’t. Cause were all ball-less and doomed. And I think ive said “balls” too many times today so I will stop. Oh jeez, “Bollocks to the WORLD”

I like how I think im so cool and slick when I take short cuts, but then get stuck in traffic, and it ends up taking 20 minutes longer.

I’ve lost touch with some good people, and I miss them.

But I’ve also meet some cool new people, and I like them.

And I’ve also kept some people, and that makes me happy.

And I hate when people who know me, or people I just saw LAST WEEKAND, don’t say HI to me

But I love when people I havent talked to since freshman year still say “Hi Erin” everytime they see me.
The fact alone that they remember my name makes my day.

I need a hug. Someone hug me tomarrow.

Three times is a Charm.

Im addicted to the Michael song by FF. I randomly will break out in song, “IM SO SEXY, OH SO SEXY, COME AND DANCE WITH ME MICHAEL” in public. And my sister told me to stop because I look like a creepy molester when I sing it, cause I have a dance that goes along with it and everything.

Dirty Indian Man

Mon, 20 Sep 2004 23:08:53 GMT

At the gym, Dirty Indian Man stole my machine, AGAIN. He likes to get the machine on the back row so he can watch all the teenagers’ butts. I despise dirty Indian man. One day I will kill him, and OH what a joyous day that will be.

Then while I was contemplating how I would kill Dirty Indian Man, Old man in short shorts starts stretching infront of me (how many times does this happen to me?!). Saw WAYYY too much
Wanted to stab eyes out with fork…

B
U
T

Spandex rocks my world

SWAM. I liked it. I always figure stuff out while im lapping the poolio. Im sure I drank lots of kiddie pee, but it was worth it.
My butterfly is a beast; I need to fix it.

I’ve officially bonded with my graphing calculator.
We have become ONE
We will TAKE OVER THE WORLD.
One linear equation at a time.
G.C. is frickin amazing, I wish boys were more like G.C.
Then the world would be a better place

Mr. Demers is a weenie, he’s number 2 on the hit list, right after Dirty Indian MAN

This was funny…

Me: Ah kit its raining run! (mad dashing through parking lot)

Kit: Oh relax Rain never hurt anybody (casually walking)

Me: People DIE FROM RAIN! (continues mad dashing)

Kit: NAME ONE

Me: Ummmm Have your read the BIBLE?

Kit: Good point (starts jogging)

It was funny as hell. Im sure it’s one of those, “you had to be there things”, but ya…

"...Ice Ice Baby"

Sat, 18 Sep 2004 13:13:19 GMT

Friday frickin rocked (see i told you andrea that friday would rock)

School wasnt that bad. Im getting over my, "I dont say a word for the first 3 weeks of school" thing. And now im back to my usual state of talking to complete strangers.

PhotoClub- tons of kiddos. Me and Brennan were ditched for volleyball.

- I like public fighting with my mom in the middle of the mall. Cause she always looks like the crazy one.

BEST PART OF FRIDAY.
I got lost going to Nicoles party. I went up and down past her house for 25 minutes. And it took me a half hour to finally get there even though she's only 3.87 miles from my house according to mapquest. But i got there.
I dont think i've ever had that much fun this whole year. There was dip, and brownies, and pizza and goood people. I didnt know some of the ppl that well, but they all turned out to be awesome.
And i know that most of you havnet had the privilage to experience my unique style of dancing. Which really is a shame. But i got to bust out some moves to Vanilla Ice and MC Hammer- and Rachel and Stac are equally awesome dancers. Me and Rachel have a new move called ride the horse. It's brillant, its gonna go global. Brit did the worm and it was amazing, but my frickin camera batteries died so i couldn't get a picture.
Im gonna post some pictures on the xanga later
I just cant put into words how MUCH fun the night was.
Thanks Nicole! IT was AWESOME. damn i've used the word soo much this entry. But seriously it was..

Hott HOTT MUFFINS

Wed, 15 Sep 2004 01:44:59 GMT

My theory ---> Muffinhottness

Muffinhottness- Point in a human beings life where there hottness peaks right before plummeting into the depths of Eternal Hell

Let’s think about it, we're all around 16-17-18. From right now to say about 5 years from now, we're at our ALTIMATE hottness. Think about it. Most of us will never be this thin, or buff, or beautiful, or tanned as we are right now. It just doesn't get any better.

Once you get out of college, you gonna be starting a career and getting married. And the next thing you know your spitting out babies right and left. And shoveling Jelly Donuts into your gob in the break room of your 9 to 5 accounting job.

I Guarantee you that the next thing you know, you'll be 45 standing in front of the mirror, balding - with an ass the size of Texas, thinking, "WHY THE HELL DID I SPEND MY MUFFIN-HOTT-YOUTH on a single person!!??!!!"
(This is call Muffinhottness withdrawal- lack of acceptance that you’re dried up toast)

Why are we so focused on spending so much energy to have these "adult relationships". Cause I’m sorry, were not adults yet. That’s why it’s fun!! Are you planning on getting married? Are you desperately searching for your soul mate like a pathetic 'Sex in the City' re-run? No...so Whyyyyy??

This is your time to be FREEE. We're basically all a bunch of Hott muffins running around. Why settle with one muffin when you can have the WHOLE FRICKIN MUFFIN BASKET!!! Now I’m not encouraging everyone to be slutty and start screwing everything you can get a hold of like frickin poodles... But its time to live a little.

Stop waiting by the phone for you "boyfriend" to call you to hang out! STOP!! You’re killing me! And guys stop always checking everything with your fricken "girlfriends". Let's re-locate our balls okay? Its just as much your fault for allowing a controlling gf to well...control you

So anyway. Basically. We will only be reckless, hormonal, hott teens for a little while. So its time we stop messing around and get out and have F.U.N

HOTT MUFFINS UNITE!!

Fri, 10 Sep 2004 01:25:54 GMT

REFLECTION ON THE SUMMER:

Summer started off good.
Some highlights...

Got my palms read by a fortune teller in York, and she told me about all the cool adventures and trips, and ppl i'd meet this summer. IT was all a crock of shit, but still very fun.

Cuz's from Ireland were here. Had a blast. Nobody ever fought,i never got mad at anyone at least. It was almost freaky how much we all got along. But then again, maybe im wrong, maybe they secretly hated me and had a voo-doo doll of me in there pillow case.

Went to the Pocconnos for 2 weeks, kicking and screaming. I'll be honest. It sucked. But the the second week it got wayyyy better. Once the Cuz's came up, we fished, and jumped into the lake at night, paddle boated, and played really loud 80's music that echoed around the lake.
Buttt! good news. Im convincing my parents to let me go down this next summer with friends. So its a Wooden Cabin, in the middle of no where in the mountains. So stay my friend, or become my friend, or whatever if you want to come down with me!!! It's got 3 King sized beds and a 2 couches!!! So plenty of room!!! So tell me if your interested

Um lets see End of August Early July spent time with friends. It was nice. Got my license. ANd developed a habit of getting a Vanilla Milkshake from Micky D's every morning and then wondering around A.C. Moore stalking the depreseed artists that hung out there.

I took Tennis lesson. I became obsessed. I hit Mr. Rhodes in the...um....ness...because i have a ridicously good aim. Cause he's like, Go ahead Hit me! i dare you to! So i did. May have aimed slightly lower, than i intended....

Drove around in the convertible alot.

WEnt to car shows with my dad an dhis beetle. Won first everytime. Cuase we rock. WEll actually may dad's car is the one that rocks. But i just like thinking i had something to do with it.

Defenitly had the most fun hanging out with Brennan this summer cause he's a cool kid. I liked ghost hunting. And had crap loads of fun with GS! Especially spying on Naked ppl doing it in Cul-De-Sacs and bowling of course.
Wish i'd hung out with Butch more :(, but the few times were awesome, cuz butch is awesome. Amazing time at the Josh Groban concert with Kaylen and Laura! Took GOlfing lessons with Drea! What the hell Drea we need to golf some more before it snows
Anyway Went to the Lost RIver with Alex, very very cooool place. Went to York with the "Irish mafia". I think some of this stuff was slightly before summer...but anyway. I having a mental blank of what else i did...

I frolicked a lot, oh went to Portsmouth, love that frickin town. They have an All Organic Fast food restraunt. And an awesome comic store, along with pubs! Love pubs! And the Stockpot is amazing

But basically it was worth it, and i accomplished almost everything i entended on doing. I had a fun time with people. And i have no regrets
A
N
D

i cant wait till next summer!

On Guard!

Thu, 09 Sep 2004 02:03:39 GMT

Got lost in Manchester for an hour looking for the fencing place.

My mom had to go to the bathroom so we went at a grocery store. THey sent us into the Employees only area. And we had to walk through packaging and down the steps to the basement. I was scared. It was scary. I was afraid i'd get raped by a delievery man named, Joiah. MOments like these makes me wish i carried around some Pepperspray, but i did have Binaca, and that could do some serious damage, or at least give him really FRESH breath. All was good we made it up alive

The Fencing place was in a shitty run down bulding. But inside wasnt that bad. Now im not being mean, Im just stating it like it is. ...

Fencing is filled with.. weird, awkward, chess playing, nerds killed in dodgeball, last picked in gym, pokemon loving boys. 75% of them were wearing Robin Hood Hats, and squealing.

The teacher kept emphasizing how you dont have to be athletic to fence. And you dont have to be super competitive. Everyone there is there for good fun and enjoyment. Okayyyyy

So yes, I have issues. Im a little too competitive. I have a habit of making people cry. I play to win. Your going to give me a pointy stick and expect me to just fling it around for good fun?

HA HA no no, Im afraid This fencing school isn't ready for me.

Thu, 02 Sep 2004 00:09:09 GMT

I got awesome teachers and all the classes that i wanted.

And i also got me self no friends

This has never happened to me before, not even one!, it shall me interesting.

My classes are filled with alll those kids you hated from Woodbury.

And i HATED woodbury.

Coool

Who wants to shoot me?

Bring on Semester 2

Doing it against the car baby

Tue, 31 Aug 2004 02:33:31 GMT

So i went to visit the awesome Laura at work then headed downtown to go bowling with some coool kids. I got an 84! wohoo. Then we went back to Pams house. So when Brit went to turn around her car in the cul-de-sac she came down and told us that she saw ppl doing the dirty deed on a blanket in the cul-de-sac. So of course we head up to investigate with a flashlight. By this time they were doing it against the car. So then we head down and got the HOTT minivan.

So then I drive the crew up the street, blasting "Tequila" with the windows down. And we had those snapper things that we were gonna throw at them. So as im approaching the Cul-De-Sac, they take off down the street in the car- butt naked. And it was one of the funniest things i've ever witnessed. We were all laughing like crazy idiots- cause it was hilarious. So we tried to follow them, but we lost em. I just love people who do Inapropriate PDA in wooded areas, it just makes life worth living.

The Perfect Score

Mon, 30 Aug 2004 01:50:13 GMT

I just wanted a cheap laugh movie so i rented the Perfect Score. ANd it turned out to be one of the best movies i've seen in a long time. I'll admit, im a sucker for a good moral. Not the kind taht make you want to gag, but legit morals. And this movie had one, and it seemed right, and believeable and i didn't gag.

And when i watch movies, instead of looking at the main character talking i watch the ppl in the back round. And this chinese guy would make the funniest faces and i just thought he was hilarious. And on the "behind the scenes" stuff he started talking, and holy crap he's English and i think gay. Or maybe just English....That's a fine line. And i just loved the frickin movie.

Today i was sitting next to my sister in the car, waiting for my parents to come back from wherever. And we started fighting about how she didnt bother to try out for the golf team..blah, blah blah. So finally i started calling her a lazy ass and all this stuff. ANd she REACHES out and grabs my neck and begins to choke me. Legit Choking. So of course we have the same arms lenght so i reach out and grab her neck and start choking here. So were both gagging and choking, and this lady and her son walks by and looks at us horrified. So niether one of us is backing up or loosening our grip, so i claw at her face and she chokes me more. Then finally i pinch her really really hard and she lets go....And that's it. It was done, my parents came back to the car and we went and rented a video. We didnt end the fight, or stay mad, or apologize..Nothing. And i realize that sometimes you just really need to reach out and choke each other. In a sick and twisted way it just shows how good our friendship is. And i wish i had more friends like Kit who i could reach out and choke and after have everything be OKAY.

Group hug

Sun, 29 Aug 2004 02:12:48 GMT

I wish my friends could be friends with each other. That way you can all get together and i can hang out with allll of you at the same time. Cause really i would love to spend individual time with everyone, but i just dont have the Damn energy or the time to do that. Then you guys get all pissy with me cause im busy all the time. And im always like, "Ya we should hang out next week" ANd i swear i really really want to, but it rarely happens. SO then it comes off like im full of shit. But im not! I love ppl! And when i say, "lets hang out" i really want to. So ya please dont be mad at me. You really need to call me up and demand me to hang out with you and dont take no for an answer. Cause if other ppl makes plans i'll usually follow along. I just hate making plans cause people always foget and crap like that. So everyone be friends! hang out in groups! please!

i hate the mall. And all the little 12 yearolds yuppies holding hands cause they're in "relationships". I just want to walk over and slap them, "Your frickin 12- Go play kickball! You have your whole frickin adult life to date and waste your time adn money on useless relationships!!!" Being a teen is about eating ice cream and talking back to your parents and sleeping around-haha no but really. Lighten up. I guess i just dont see everyone's rush

Group hug

Sun, 29 Aug 2004 02:12:36 GMT

I wish my friends could be friends with each other. That way you can all get together and i can hang out with allll of you at the same time. Cause really i would love to spend individual time with everyone, but i just dont have the Damn energy or the time to do that. Then you guys get all pissy with me cause im busy all the time. And im always like, "Ya we should hang out next week" ANd i swear i really really want to, but it rarely happens. SO then it comes off like im full of shit. But im not! I love ppl! And when i say, "lets hang out" i really want to. So ya please dont be mad at me. You really need to call me up and demand me to hang out with you and dont take no for an answer. Cause if other ppl makes plans i'll usually follow along. I just hate making plans cause people always foget and crap like that. So everyone be friends! hang out in groups! please!

i hate the mall. And all the little 12 yearolds holding hands cause they're in "relationships". I just want to walk over and slap them, "Your frickin 12- Go play kickball! You have your whole frickin adult life to date and waste your time adn money on useless relationships!!!" Being a teen is about eating ice cream and talking back to your parents and sleeping around-haha no but really. Lighten up. I guess i just dont see everyone's rush

Attack of the Sliding Doors

Tue, 24 Aug 2004 02:20:43 GMT

My sister was going to buy me a bumper sticker that says....

"If the vans a rockin, dont come a knockin".

But me mum wont let me put it on the Minivan.

Im disappointed

Today i was at A.C. Moore at the crack of dawn cause i had nothing better to do. I noticed the sliding door said, Danger: Stand away from the door. It got me thinking. Its a sliding door, it wont open if your 6 feet back. It only opens when your about to press your face against the glass. So why does it say Danger: Stand back? Is it gonna all of sudden gonna bite me. Then i was standing under the floresent lights looking at Stamps, thinking....What happens if the sliding door goes crazy? I can see it now...

YOUNG GIRL DIES IN FREAK SLIDING DOOR ATTACK:

After much investigation of the remains, Authorities have identified the victim from her dental records as being Erin Patricia Waters. At the time of 8:59, the young Salem high student was entering A.C.moore, when a malfunction of sliding glass doors abruptly ended her life. The "doors" apparently went out of control and crushed the body to unrecognizeability (okay is that a word or did i just make that up? I think I made it up...)

Automatic door specialists are still trying to determine where things went wrong. But some believe it was a demonic attack of some sorts having to do with the Large portal to Hell located underneath the seemly pleasant craft store. Authorities will neither agree nor deny the allegations. What is known is that this is not the first of these kinds of attacks. Just last May there was a report of MarySue Judd, who was crushed at a local Wal-Mart in Rootstock, Tennessee. The case was marked Classified by the FBI and ADI (automatic Door investigation) as of 2004. But one local (Billy-John Daniels) claims, "Them doors shut hur up real good, snap that body in half like sum toothpick, No big surprise to me though, Walmarts' the devil, i reckon she had it coming venturing into a place like that".

The ADI will be making a much-anticipated statement this Friday. Until then, that is all the information available. Condolences to the Waters family.

BLAH MOVIES

Sat, 21 Aug 2004 18:59:16 GMT

I hate long chapters; nobody likes to end in the middle of a chapter. So why do books insist on having 50 pages to a chapter? No matter how interesting it is, you just want to get to the damn chapter end, even if you are planning on reading for another hour.

There.. did you just see that simple space between this and the top sentence. It makes it more digestible, and more pleasing to read. You don’t feel like there’s one continuos run on sentence- even if it clearly is.

Whoop.. another break there. The same thing is true for movies. Long drag-on-scenes cause the audience to become fidgety. Even if it’s this dramatic, heart wrenching, tear jerkin, war/dying scene. No matter how long you want to see Johnny Depps face fill the screen, or how dramatic their acting is. You get fidgety.

That was "Kill Bills” problem. I liked the movie, its quirky humor and obscene violence, but you felt uneasy. The fight scenes dragged on, no matter how technical the fight scenes are, you just get sick of watching one arm chopped off after another. It looses its appeal. You start yawning and looking at the guy infront of you that has an absurdly large head. The dialog was too heavy, too Dawson Creekish.

The camera shots were…. Blah. Blah is the best word I can think off. Too much cross cutting, that isn’t completely cleared up in the end. Making you feel like things didn’t quite fit, like that feeling when you left the garage door up, and it just keeps nagging at the back of your head, never surfacing clearly like, “Oh by the way, there’s a strange guy in your house taking your TV”.

Now I’m not saying that movies should make you feel like a plane plunging to its death into the pacific. But you’ve gotta keep things going. Change the scenery. When I see some movies, I feel like they’re crappy…..Scrap-booking. Ever see someone’s “Disney world!!! Scrapbook” and it looks like a drag queen stepped infront of an oncoming 18-wheeler? You’re just sitting looking at it, coughing as puffs of glitter burn out your eyes.

When watching a movie, you shouldn’t realize your watching a movie. It shouldn’t feel like your trying to pay attention. This isn’t school. You didn’t pay a ridiculous amount of money to sit in a freezing theatre, sitting uncomfortably close to some very shady characters to “pay attention”.

I had previously decided that I was going into brand management. But after the 10th continuously bad movie I’ve wasted my time (and money) on, I've decided that I’m going to make movies. And maybe ill write books with short chapters too.

"Why can't Midlife Men get any Respect"- Joe Kita

Sat, 21 Aug 2004 01:42:06 GMT

I read an article in More magazine called, “Why can’t Midlife Men get any Respect” by Joe Kita and it bothered me so much I am gonna talk about it.
Why am i reading an over 4o's women magazine? Well your guess is as good as mine. I just find this stuff lying around the house, and this article really REALLY pissed me off....

First here is a quote that starts off the article “A whole industry is urging midlife women to experience reinvention renewal and midlife healing. So how come all we get is Viagra”- Joe Kita

He says that if a woman decides in her 40’s that she wants to go back to school or dye her hair blue, society doesn’t have a problem with it, and actually encourages it. She has supportive friends whom she can confine in and Oprah to watch. Now, I have never personally experienced a midlife crisis, but I can assure that’s not what it’s about.
Let me quote him here on how he feels during a midlife crisis, “ I want to quit my job and become a fishing guide in Key West. I want to sleep with woman half my age…” – Joe Kita. There is a big difference between dying your hair blue, and wanting to sleep with 16-year-old girls.
I dunno Joe, how about you suck it up? That has nothing to do with a midlife crisis. Midlife crisis is about Men all of sudden panicking and wanting to go back to their 17 year-old-youth. The days when they were desirable, had a waist, and had hair.
Old Men looking at younger women isnt a side affect of a midlife crisis, nor is a midlife crisis an excuse for that kind of behavior.
Of course a 45 year old man hitting on an 18 year-old waitress, isn’t excepted. Everyone looks at him like a dirty old man. BECAUSE HE IS. It’s gross. Please take it from me, 92 % of the men that have hit on me in my lifetime have been over the age of 30. You don’t see 45 year-old women hitting on the 15 year-old boys bagging their groceries, do you?
Then Joe Kita goes on to say that men can’t communicate between themselves about how they feel, because “men don’t talk about that kind of stuff”. Okay so whose fault is that? How is that our fault? Men always assume that woman get into little groups to talk about there “feelings”. HA no we don’t! News flash! We do have hobbies and interests that extend beyond why we cried this morning and how we cant simply loose those last 7 pounds. I know that men have standards that they go by like, ‘Men don’t talk about their feelings’; ‘men don’t wear pink’,--yakety yak. But that’s not women’s fault. Those are standards for men BY men. So I guess Joe should stop yammering in an ‘over forties woman magazine’ and start talking to his football buddies.
Basically the whole point of my tirade is Joe Kita should be tarred and feathered.

oy

Fri, 20 Aug 2004 01:13:45 GMT

Last night i dreamt that i killed a guy with a pitch fork. Like i stabbed him to death and ripped out his intestins through HIS BACK!!! AHHHHHH what is wrong with me??? AHHH im not a man hater i swear! I have been known to be a people hater, but i love men. mmmmm men mmmmm...., why am i killing them?!?!!?!

Any thoughts as to what this means? Kiwi? Please oh wise one... help me....
have i just gone off the deep end?

On a more lighter side, I drove at night to get ice cream. I love driving!!!! Mmmmm i love hot fudge too.....

Oh dear me

Thu, 19 Aug 2004 02:32:48 GMT

What point do you just give up? Bow out gracefully. Accept faith and the circumstances. Accept the situation for what it is. Accept the fact that you tried, but failed, and inevitably its time to move on… Or …have you failed? Are you merely coping out? You know in your heart what is right, and what should be, so now what? Sometimes people need to be convinced before they truly believe. When do you stop putting other people’s feelings before yours? If you know its right, then you should make it right… right? Im walking a fine line between Determined and Stubborn ASS. But where that lines end, I have no idea. You can’t help who you like, and you cant help whom you don’t like. You can pretend with yourself, and lie to yourself by whatever means, so you can get a good nights sleep. But when you wake up, what, or who will be the first thing to pop into your mind? Was it the same person you last saw before you fell asleep? Is it wrong to have cheese and crackers, just to tie you over until dinner? Does that make you a bad person? Or just a survivor?

You run your finger down the checklist, with every check you catch your breath. Yes, check, yes, CHECK, yes Check. Until you come to the final one. You can’t bring yourself to read it, even though you know deep inside what it says already. Your mind races, no one has ever completed all the checks. You thought it was impossible. Yet you read it, and with a combination of fear and excitement..CHECK. And it’s done. The innocence is lost. The scores have been calculated. And you have accomplished, or actually they have accomplished, what you never thought could be accomplished. And your afraid of what will come next, but fear that nothing comes next. The fear of loosing this perfect score is overwhelming. Paralyzing, hearth thumping, mind rushing FEAR. And it happens. And the only thing you have to fear is fear itself. And you consumed, and devoured, and spit back out. Gasping for air, weak, fragile but stronger. And this my friends is called life.

You don’t stop loving someone just because they’re gone. Love never fades the heart, only the mind- and it only takes one look to recapture the memory.

There im done, little drama-ish for me, but i guess we all have our EMO moments

Frolicking- Arial Style

Wed, 18 Aug 2004 20:44:20 GMT

Yesterday night i drove myself to the SAC. And this was the first time i drove completely by myself. So cause it was a fairly happening place that evening, i had to park in the "shady lot". So i quickly grabbed my crap and nearly ran down the street to the gym. So i get in, and i realize in the locker room that i forgot my frickin cell phone. So i go to use the public phone- oh no- what its not working? So im there a total of 20 minutes before i bolt out again, cause i didnt want to drive home at night with no cellular device at hand. So as im racing up to the "shady lot" there's guys in a "Shady Moving truck" and overall things are shady. And of course the security guard is sitting on a picnic table doing a word puzzle, the guy is oh, let's say...150 years old, and weighs about 20 pounds, maybe 25 if you include his Depends Diaper...
So i dont think he could save me if he tried, if he even HEARS me in distress. So being the lozer that moi is, i open the trunk of the minivan (to make sure that nobody's hiding in the trunk- ya i know i've just watched one too many lifetime movies). ANd high tail it outta there. And thankfully i arrived home safe in one piece.

Today i met some wicked hott girls for lunch. And let me tell you that was a fun time. And its so funny how we've got 3 cars and were following each other to get to the mall. And me and laura made an awesome lane change near Shaws. And i made it all the way to the mall before i lost the others in the parking lot- haha ya. But we met up, and Kaylen discovered she locked her keys in her car, so i waited with her till her mom came and everything was okay. And we went back to her house, and i got some lessons in country music!

Tomarrow i think im going up to Hampton with ppl to visit the T... but im not too sure. Hopefully we do cause i really wanna chase seagulls and pretend im a mermaid in the ocean. I havent been to the beach yet. Im over do for some Frolicking- Arial style.....

Power of the Minivan

Tue, 17 Aug 2004 17:23:25 GMT

Today...dun dun dun!! My mom let me drive by myself for the first time. Yes, i was supposed to have had my license 4 months ago! but that matters no more, because i have it, im insured, and im crusin. So Me and my sidekick Kit set off into the rising sun to get ourselves some quality food at Micky D's. In the beginning i had some minor panic attacks, but within 10 minutes i was pro. Lane changing, lunging at pedestrians, and making killer right turns at high speeds. HaHa just kidding--i didnt do any lane changes.....

So then we went to the craftstore, partyrama, and other various exciting place that cool kids with a license and a minivan go. It was nice not to have my nagging mother pointing out every obvious thing like, "You cant make left turns on red arrows" (thanks mom). And also me and my sister got to listen to our angry teen music that is just pure screaming- no lyrics- at an unhealthy volume.
Im sure it was a sight, two short little girls pull up next to you in a seafoam minivan, blasting, "I push my fingers into my eyes......SHUT UP - JUST SHUT UP". Mmmhmm.
But apparently my minivan "has the soul a sports car" and can hit a 120 mph without breaking a sweat. cool, im gonna have to test that out one of these days.

Mon, 16 Aug 2004 22:07:58 GMT

Its amazing how one little piece of chocolate causes me to talk to complete strangers. What is it about this strange Coco/butter mix that makes me so damn social. Today when i went to my piano lesson i sit down and started to this randomn kid, who i later found out lives down the street. And then the Guitar Teacher informs me that's he's a serial killer. ANd i was just yapping away like a lunitic. And i spent the first 20 minutes of my lesson talking about NYC with Rosanne. I just find it entertaining. And now im on a chocolate hunt, cause my mother stashed it somewhere and refuses to tell me cause she claims, "You bloody eat everything thing in the house". pssshhh not true.....okay its very true. And then my sister has a stash too. And i cant find any chocolate or anything remotely sugary, and my sugar hyper ness is running low. I need SUGAR!!!

Sun, 15 Aug 2004 02:58:20 GMT

My friend sent this to me and it had bizare questions so here you go....

Name: Erin
Nickname: Erina, or Rin Rin

If you could pick any name for yourself what would it be: I like Erin, or Erina

Favorite feature about yourself? I guess my eyes cause my favorite color is GREEN

Least Favorite feature about yourself? Oy. The braces

When your upset where do you go? The Shower

Favoirte room in the house: THE KITCHEN

Where do you go to think? The shower

What did you dream about last night? I was on a plane, and I was vacuming it.. Then I was working in a magazine place, and writing an article for the magazine and doing an advertising piece? It was bizzaro.

Nicest thing someone has ever said to you: “You’re an odd little girl, but its refreshing”

If you could have any pet in the world, what would it be? A unicorn named Sparkles!

What kind of guys/girls do you like: I like scruffy men. Guys that drive jeeps and wear the same pair of dirty jeans everyday

Most embarrasing moment this year: Ya, its gonna have to be when Jeff and Evan made signs that said, Erin loves Kyle Forever and tried to tape them to my back. And when they wrote “love letters” to Kyle from Erin and dropped them on the floor in Algebra class and threatened to read them to Kyle at lunch.

Moment when you were the absolute happiest you’ve ever been: Lying on a stone wall, watching the sun set over the Grand Canyon- never have ever felt anything like that

Moment you thought that you were going to die: Plane ride to Ireland

The stupidest thing you’ve ever done: oh man so many…Probaly eating stuff and doing stuff that ppl have dared me to do. Like Drinking Tobasco sauce, stuff like that

The smartest thing you’ve ever done: Getting rid of people who were bad influences on me before they turned me to the dark side…

Make up the perfect boyfriend/girlfriend:. Someone who I could completely be myself with. He’d have to be funny and sarcastic, but also be able to be serious when needed. Someone who can talk about politics and philosophy- but someone who is also dumb and silly and will watch marshmellows expand in the microwave with me and have stupid contests like, who can drink the most Tobasco sauce.

Perfect Husband/wife: Above features plus he has to have some Native American in him- i need some more indian genes to even out all the damn irish-ness for my kiddies. Oh and he'd have to have a good job and want to kids, and blah blah ect.

If a doctor told you that you were gonna die in 6 months what would you do: I would first go to everyone that I’ve loved or ever loved and tell them how much I love them. Spend a day eating only dessert. Swim in the ocean. THEN I would drive a pink Cadalliac off the Grand Canyon wearing a Wedding Dress and Stripper -glitter cause im going out with a BANG, and if you think im gonna lie on a hospital bed waiting to peacefully die, you’ve got another thing coming.

Whats the sexiest food: Hot FUdge

What’s the least sexiest food:… cabbage just isnt that sexy

Favorite saying: Bollocks to the World

Tell me something about you: Im a tinker

Word of advice: Don’t eat yellow snow

I love Butch

Sun, 15 Aug 2004 01:46:10 GMT

Last night hung out with Butch and Drea. We saw Princess Diary deux. Butch kept making dirty comments through out the entire movie, so i couldnt stop laughing, and then Drea kept saying, "Whaaa, what's so funny?". In the movie they said pussy cat, and Butch started laughing hysterically, and then the guy behind us was laughing at us cause he knew what we were laughing at. And overall the 3 of us were the most immature out of the entire theatre of little kids.

Then we went to the Metheun Burger King. And we wore the Burger King Crowns and tried to make up our own language, cause everyone was speaking Spanish and we felt left out. But it just ended up looking like we were making fun of the Spanish People. Which isnt a good idea. So We were gonna get shot, so we then went cruisin like loozers.

Umm we ended up driving around the Walmart Parking lot looking sketchy

When Drea was in the Bank Machine we drove off, and i thought it was hilarious. Then we got ice cream and were being loud and ppl were giving us dirty looks. Oh well

And my parents didn't bother to tell me when to come home, which was odd, adn they never called to see where i was, and i just came home when i felt like it, adn they were all asleep (and usually my mom waits up pacing the house wondering where i am) It was kind of creepy.

But it was an awesome night, and Butch's driving is awesome! HAHA