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[05 Apr 2006|03:33am] |
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I'm gone. If you want an invitation to the new place, just contact me.
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[04 Apr 2006|03:48pm] |
This is tiring.
I'm going to change my name and leave town.
for real.
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[28 Mar 2006|01:51am] |
Dear God, or fate, or karma, or serendipity, or whoever decides what happens in my life:
Please show me some sort of a sign. A real sign. I don't mean like.. what I've been talking about in the past few days. Those can be interpreted as anything. You heard what I said to Greg. ANYTHING. What I want is a sign that's undeniable. Here it is (and I'm sorry for being cryptic, those of you who don't get it): If the person I'm thinking of, whose name I'll say aloud right now (to myself), comes to Quadstock on Friday, then there's a chance. And by "comes to Quadstock" I mean "shows his face in the Quad during the hours of the stock". Broad, but still good.
In other news, I think I'm going to see Regina Spektor on April 24th with Ash in Toronto! It would be a nice sort of break in exams, before WIRC transition, going home, and dedicating my life to work for the summer. A little holiday of greatness :D
Man, I've really got to get on my work. Instead, though, I'm going to go to bed. Thank you all for being so supportive this past week. I really appreciate it.
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| Ramblings |
[26 Mar 2006|01:34am] |
My eye is itchy. I hope I don't have pink eye, like Karla.
That's Regina in my userpic. I love Regina.
Why am I so dumb, and why don't I know how to say the right things.
My eye needs a cool, wet cloth to rest on it while I sleep. and that will happen RIGHT now.
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[21 Mar 2006|01:54am] |
I just..
Why can't things be easy? Why do things like breaking up with your boyfriend have to seem so easy, and even BE easy for a while, and then turn hard? I'm strong, but not that strong.
I know I'm doing what's right, but why does it have to be so painful? I refuse to go back on my choices because I know that this is what I need right now, and it's unfortunate if it's not what he wants, but I can't help it. It's become clear to me that we're looking into two very different directions for the future, and I can't have that.
I'm actually so cried out right now that my head is throbbing and I feel like falling to my doom. Instead, I'll take a tylenol, go to bed, and just hope for dreamless sleep. And pray to God to make things right.
They don't need to be easy, just right.
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| Faux St. Patrick's Day |
[17 Mar 2006|02:32am] |
Laura is on duty tomorrow night (which is really tonight) so we went out tonight, to Big Dick's. Oh man. I have never laughed harder.
We arrived with Jackie and her brother, but after a while they decided to go play pool, leaving Laura and I alone. That's when I realized that an awkward-looking man in a grey Gap hoodie was staring at me. We caught each other's eye a few times, but really, a) I'm in a relationship and b) he was awkward! Anyway, as the night wore on he kept moving closer and closer to me, which made me nervous because he seemed SO out of place and weird.. Then Laura had to pee, and she refuses to go alone, so I went with her. As usual, the ladies room was full, so she just used the stall in the mens while I stood there to make sure no men walked in on her. Who should come in while I'm standing there? Awkward grey hoodie! I started laughing SO hard, and I tried to tell Laura, but she freaked out on me because she thought I was trying to see her naked.. lol. When she came out of the stall, he came to wash his hands and said something to me, but I didn't really understand.. BECAUSE HE WAS GERMAN! Our friend Becky was there with some foreign exchange students, and he was one of their friends. Evidently his name was Stefan, but I actually couldn't stop laughing after that. An awkward German man was making eyes at me!
So many other hilarious things happened, mostly with the exchange students. Why are they so hilarious? Why did Dominic go to the Liquor Box? Who's Paulo?
We went to Pizza Pizza afterwards, like we usually do, and as we were coming out Kareem came walking down the street! He had been at Liquor Box too, and told us insanely funny stories about the people he saw there. All in all, it was an amazingly funny, great night.
ps- Bart Simpson sweater.. ROFL!
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[12 Mar 2006|11:13pm] |
My new userpic is Thora Birch as Enid from the movie Ghost World. I was sort if reminiscing and thought of that movie, and how people used to tell me that I looked a lot like Enid. This picture actually reminds me a lot of myself:
It's very this era, don't you think?:
The funny thing about my reminiscing of today is that while I'm looking back fondly, and I do sort of miss those easier days, I really don't wish to be back there. Whether it seems like it or not, I've done so much with my life since the day that picture was taken. I (mostly) like how I look now rather than then, I'm much happier with my personality, the way in which my life is heading, the people with whom I associate. I like better music now (and more music), I watch more complex and interesting films. I have a goal for the next week, month, year, and beyond. Those goals are reasonable and attainable, and I will reach them, even if I have to physically fight someone. I know some of the fight will be physical no matter what. It's funny that at this time last week I felt so lost, like I had no place in this world. Then over this weekend, especially today, I've sort of found my place. Church was so enlightening tonight that I actually went up to the priest afterwards to tell him that I thought his homily was amazing. Would that sad looking girl with the Burger King cup have ever done that? I still have that sweater, those glasses, and am wearing a similar bracelet.. but I'm so different.
I love the difference that 5 years can make. Wow. How was I so young then?
5 is a good number right now. My hair is probably five inches longer than in that picture, I'm five years older and wiser, I'm five hours from where I was raised and I feel probably five times more free. My area code begins with five, the beginning of my number is 253, and my extension has two fives in the middle. In five years, I plan to have my life in order, having finished my five years of schooling before becoming a teacher. If not, I'll take five more years. How am I so relaxed right now?
I hope this week is better than the last, and that the greatness I feel right now carries on past tomorrow.
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| Fathers = the best |
[06 Mar 2006|04:50pm] |
My father, Mark, is an excessively smart man.
Have you ever had extremely dry skin that you can't get rid of? Like, eczema-type bad? Have you ever had that dry skin migrate from your hands, where it currently resides, to your head, giving you a seriously sad case of dandruff? I was a sad, sad girl. Sure, I had Head & Shoulders, but y'know what? That shit does NOTHING. I feel really gross talking about dandruff, but whatever. What I'm trying to say is that it's gone! My dad gave me some secret special shampoo, and now I'm fixed. This, along with the real intelligence he has, is why my father is such a smart man.
Why is there such a stigma against dandruff? It's only dry skin, people. And a head is not like hands, where you can just slather on some lotion when you feel dryness coming on. What can you do when your head feels dry, hmm? Aside from using the sassy shampoo, nothing (that I know of).Why is it seen as so dirty and gross? I'm taking a stand against that stigma. My name is Erin, and I'm here to say that I occasionally (but not right at this moment) have DANDRUFF!
What do you think about that, bitches?
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| An "It's officially reading week!" Survey thing |
[23 Feb 2006|03:53pm] |
| Guilt | What is yours? | Explain yourself | | Culinary: | hershey's kisses |
they're like my comfort food. I love to unwrap them, bite off the tip and let the chocolate melt in my mouth. |
| Literary: | Maxim | not quite literary, not quite for women. I love it.. Truth be told, I'm actually surrounded by at least 2 Maxim posters right now: Brittany Murphy and Carmen Electra. | | Audiovisual: | Family Channel movies | I just can't NOT love them. They're so hopeful, and make me genuinely happy. |
| Musical: | Anything from the 90s | If you come into my office hour, there is a theme every day. Each theme is based on a 90s band. For instance, Wednesday was Spice Girls Day Pt 1., and Monday was Moffatts Day Pt. 2. |
| Celebrity: | Ashlee Simpson | Fuck you all, I love her. |
Now I tag:-
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) musikitty ragingrosebuds angelaf78 artsy_freak and bri_star
to complete this same Quiz, Its HERE.
Oh, it feels so good to be finished with all of my projects and presentations and stuff. I have a midterm on March 8th, but other than that I have NO WORK FOR READING WEEK! I'm just going home to chillax with my family and stuff. Actually, my immediate family won't be there for the first half. I'm staying with my aunt from tomorrow until Wednesday, and then Wednesday until Sunday will be with mi madre y padre. I just can't wait to be relaxing in a comforting environment. That's what I need right now. Some people are going away (Florida! Cuba!), but what I need is some good family lovin'.
ps- my best friend got the RA position she wanted for next year, in the building she wanted! I'm so proud of her, and of everyone else who applied, whether they got it or not. Good work, team!
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| oh, the humour |
[13 Feb 2006|01:23am] |
|  | Dear Cupid,
This year, I've had my ups and downs in the love department.
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I learned that moderntease is damn kinky. I mean... KINKY. K-I-N-K-Y. Like you wouldn’t believe..
Crackie14 and I had a threesome with Ladypingping.
Diosa-en-disfra heard that My-expectations had dumped me and sent me an inflatable Xnotxyourstar. |
So as you can see it's been a hectic year. Can you please make Chickenbou hook up with me this Valentine's day?
Sincerely,
rries |
| | Take this Quiz at QuizUniverse.com | | ( or, take the 'clean' version at QuizGalaxy.com ) | |
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[09 Feb 2006|11:04am] |
Do you ever wake up and just feel AMAZING, like it's going to be a great day? Last night/this morning I had some great dreams, and I think they're why I feel so great right now.
In the first dream I was probably 15 years old and I lived in a cute little house with my mom (single parent) and my newly adopted sister. She was roughly5 or 6 years old. Our mom was going out on a date (which was a big deal) so we were going to stay home and watch movies. Instead, we decided to explore! Unfortunately, as we were exploring our mother's room she suddenly came home. We thought we were going to be in trouble, but she didn't care. She was just coming home to change clothes, as she and her date were going hardcore hiking. When she left, my adopted sister and I watched Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix... the FIFTH movie! It was insane. lol.
In my second dream I was like 26 years old. I went to some beach with a friend of mine because she heard that some movie stars were going to be filming there. When we got there, I freaked out and started screaming because I saw Paul Walker (why? lol). Well, my screaming caused filming to halt! I'm such a distraction. Anyway, they told me I had to leave, but I was on this big platform thing and couldn't figure out how to get off. Then a cute guy came over with some jetski thing and told me that I should borrow it, as it would make my escape easier. I said I already had one, but he insisted that I use his. Once we were both over on the other side, we got to talking and laughing. It was really nice. Fast forward an unknown amount of time and we're living together in a house with some of his friends. His name is Lenny, which is short for something Indian that I just can't seem to remember right now. It sounded cool when his friend said it in my dream, tho. We were VERY "married couple", but I don't think we were married. I remember sorting through our bills and him going to work and stuff. There was also a funny incident with the other girl who lived in the house and her mistaking a pair of balled up gloves for a furry animal. As the dream ended, I was trying to convince Lenny not to go out. I think I was wearing a bathrobe or something, and then I got into bed and was JUST about to take it off when my dream ended. Left me feeling great!
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| Ugh: A Saga |
[29 Jan 2006|01:39pm] |
Imagine you had some gorgeous hot pink L.L. Bean rain boots. Imagine that you had them sent to your parents house, because that was easier, and when you got home, there they were in all of their glory! Then, imagine you're a terrible packer (like me) and couldn't fit them in, so your loving mother promised she'd send them along in a package as soon as she got the chance. Now imagine that she sent it, it went through the mail, made it to your location and then NEVER MADE IT TO YOU.
I'm clearly unimpressed. My mom sent my boots Xpresspost on like.. January 18th, and the package tracker online says that it was delivered here on January 20th. I don't know if you've seen the date lately, but it's February 1st. I don't have my boots. What the hell? Can I hold the university responsible for this? They're clearly the ones who lost my package, as Canada Post has it registered as delivered. I've seen the delivery certificate myself, for heaven's sake. All I want are my damn wellies! Is that so much to ask for? I even just went on the L.L. Bean website to look, and they can't even replace my actual boots because they no longer have them in my size. Also, I'm frustrated because I've already called a woman here to ask how I can go about finding it, and she asked me to give her all of this information. I called her on Monday afternoon to give her the info, and I've heard nothing back since. Not even a "sorry, I still can't find it even with all of that information". I just called her back (I figured 1:30 would be a time to be in the office), no answer. I left a message asking her to call me and give me an update on the status. In total, I've now left three messages about this same package, and am no better off than I was before. My mom is upset because she sent it SO long ago and I still don't have it. When it rains, my feet get really damn wet. By the time I get the boots, rainy reason will be OVER, seeing as Windsor seems to be ahead of the rest of the world in weather. I haven't seen snow here in AGES. le sigh.
It's just really aggravating, y'know? It's one thing if the package is lost (or damaged. ugh.) in the mail system, but to have it delivered and THEN go missing is an entirely different endeavor.
I'll stop ranting now. Any tips?
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[15 Jan 2006|10:57pm] |
I'm having one of those days where I see the faults in everything, and everyone. especially my own life.
why aren't I where I want to be? fuck you.
and fuck you for the things you say. i'll never be lonely.
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[28 Dec 2005|10:13pm] |
i like to steal from my best friend
( year-end quiz )
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| Merry fucking Christmas |
[24 Dec 2005|09:08pm] |
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Oh Lord... It's 9:00pm on Christmas Eve and my entire family (minus my brother and I) is completely hammered. My mom and dad started drinking at like... 4:30 in the afternoon. My brother (thank God) decided to be the DD. We're at my aunt's house now, where everyone else (which includes my 2 aunts, 1 uncle, three cousins) is sauced. It's brutal. You should hear the insane jokes flying. My aunt has this life sized Santa thing that sings and dances, and my uncle (her brother) was like "does it come with condoms?" and all this. SO FUNNY. I can't even capture the ridiculousness of it all. Oh man. Happy Festivus to us all!
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| The end of exams is nigh |
[15 Dec 2005|02:49pm] |
Eek. My Canadian Literature (aka Clit) exam is in exactly 40 minutes. Am I ready for it? I don't know. I've studied. I tried to study hard, but I dunno... my brain just wouldn't let me do a lot. I've read through all of my notes roughly 5 or 6 times, worked out in my mind who I would write about if such and such a topic were to end up on the exam, and I wrote a bunch of study notes. Is that enough, though? I did extremely well on the midterm, like A+ well. I don't feel like I can keep that up, but who knows? In my dreams, maybe.
Here's my plan: Get in there, look over the exam, jot some notes, make some choices, then start writing, and leave when I finish. None of this second guessing bullshit. I've got 3 hours to write 5 short answers and 2 short essays. For the midterm we had an hour and a half to write one long essay, 5 definitions, 3 short answers and two long poetry analyses. I think maybe I've got the time.
It's snowy like whoa out there, so my plan is to leave at 3 (in 5 mins.. ahh!) to get there at roughly 3:15. The exam is at 3:30. I don't usually like being early for exams at all, but I don't want to have something weird happen on my way there (it's snowy!) and then be late. I canNOT be late for an exam. Le sigh. Wish me luck!
ps- I got my Christmas present from Rich yesterday. Booyah to all of you, because it's a gold ring with a black sapphire stone. I win.. Also, I'm very loved :)
I've got to go pack up my exam stuff (water, pens, white out, student card) and then leave. Next time you hear from me, I'll be finished with Semester 1, 3rs year university!
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[11 Dec 2005|01:46am] |
I'm an Ashley copier, so here are cartoon erin and rich:
 
I look a little funny, because I had to deal with what they gave me. I'm amazed, however, by how perfectly I captured rich, right down to the ugly t-shirt. I'm a cartoon people making genius!
Ugh, I can't wait for this week to be over. I'm not really stressed, I'm just tired of all of this work. Fuck off to anyone who says that drama students don't do work. If anything, I probably work more than you do, because I have millions of assignments to hand in AS WELL AS performance exams (like this fucked up monologue I have) and a real written exam in Canadian Lit. And I have to do it all while I'm PMS-y. Good luck to me (and everyone around me.. lol)
Going Home countdown: 5 days
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[07 Dec 2005|09:46pm] |
Take the first sentence, or first few sentences from each month's first real post (not a meme), and that's your 2005 year in review.
( What are you doing new years? )
It's been an interesting year, I can tell ya that!
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| I fucking hope it isn't a premonition... |
[07 Dec 2005|03:03am] |
So, at 2:52 (ish) I decide I'm going to get ready for bed, after finishing a hell of a lot of work. I'm listening to mp3s on my Winamp on shuffle, because I like to be surprised. I get to the end of 'Gravity' by Gorillaz and decide to press pause, so I can pick up tomorrow where I left off today. Just as I'm pressing pause, I see that the next song is 'Baby Sister' by Damien Rice. I pause. I turn off my monitor, like I do every night, then turn off my printer*, then turn off the light. Then I went out into the other area of my apartment, brushed my teeth, organized some stuff, left, went to the bathroom and came back. As I'm unlocking my door and opening it, I can hear a sound, kind of like music. I'm thinking "what the hell is this?" as I walk into my apartment when I realize it's my mp3s. I walk into the office, and it's 'Time is Running Out' by Jem and the Holograms.. so all I hear from the dark office where the monitor is turned off is "time is running out, time is running o-out" again and again. Creepy? I think so. I turned the monitor back on (obviously-- I'm typing, aren't I?) and saw that Winamp was, indeed, playing. I skipped back a few songs and found Baby Sister, which means the mp3s must have been quietly playing while I organized stuff and brushed my teeth, which is weird. I just hope the computer isn't posessed. That was so weird.
* Just as I went to type that, I looked over and the printer was still on. What the hell is up here?!
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[03 Dec 2005|11:03pm] |
Rich got out of the hospital this morning. He's still kinda sick, but getting better. This means I get to go to his house tomorrow for his family's "christmas" dinner. Christmas is in quotations because, obviously, it isn't Christmas. They just want to have a dinner for me (and his grandma) before I go home for the holidays. And it feels so much like Christmas, as I look out the window for the first time since about 8:00pm and see that the world is covered in a blanket of light snow. Who cares that I don't have boots here? The snow is beautiful, and that's all that matters right now.
*stolen from ocha_shinai*
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