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Your Birthdate: July 7 |
Born on the 7th day of month gives you a tendency to be something of a perfectionist and makes you more individualistic in many ways. Your mind is good at deep mental analysis and complicated reasoning. You are very psychic and sensitive, and you should usually follow your hunches. You may not take orders too well, so you may want to work alone or in a situation where you can be the boss. This birthday gives a tendency to be somewhat self-centered and a little stubborn. |
. . . hoshit, it kinda pisses me off how true it is. xD
Busy busy day. Next week shall be hell week again, but maybe not quite as bad, and maybe worse; I don't know. There is the AP exam to concern myself with. Last review session tomorrow at ten in the morning - blah. It is über-Asia review time. xD I need it. I am the official review scribe now - I type on Hirota-Morris' evil little laptop for her. I think I am her hero for this. It is good to be one's teacher's hero.
Mostly, then, this weekend shall be spent resting, and maybe studying. A little. :P
Just got back from Harvey, by the way. Pretty good; it definitely got better as it went on. A lot of the actors didn't seem entirely in the groove during the first scene or so. Colin rocked out really hard, as expected. Go you, Colin. So much better than the silly, *silly* lead. -.-
. . . . . entries for 28.4.05 . . . . .
Zomg, wired on Mountain Dew after AP review session. Did pretty well on multiple choice, owned revolution review - I am pumped, and have tons of homework to do and *don't care* because I won't be able to sleep for hours anyway.
(Read this as if I am speaking to you in a manic and almost-too-fast-to-be-understood tone for, indeed, I would be if you were here.)
I also just burned a CD for two purposes: first of all, listening to during AP classes after the exam. Second of all, my mother needed prisonesque tunes to listen to for work. So this is the playlist, divided at Carmina Deanana (hooha!) into AP tracks and mom's songs.
Hammer to Fall, Queen
Violence Inherent in the System, Monty Python (doubles as fodder for English class, in which we are reading Hitchhiker's Guide and watching Monty Python because we have nothing better to do. . . or, at least, because we thought we had nothing better to do until today, at which point we were enamoured with the Guide)
*hem* Anyway.
The Guillemot, Les Barker
Leningrad, Billy Joel
Henry Kissinger Song, Monty Python (slightly inappropriate. . . oh well. xD)
Goodnight Saigon, Billy Joel
Kashmir, Led Zeppelin
Three Babies, Sinéad O'Connor
Carmina Deanana, arranged by Cas and Bill 1, monologue by Howard Dean
We Didn't Go to Harvard, Cayuga's Waiters
Free Until They Cut Me Down, Iron and Wine
Stayin' Alive, Bee Gees
I Want to Break Free, Queen
I Fought the Law, The Clash
Princeton is Free, Princeton Nassoons
One Day I'll Fly Away, Nicole Kidman
Somebody to Love, Queen
Holding Out for a Hero, Jennifer Saunders (shut up, I like soundtracks. xD)
They're Coming to Take Me Away, Dr. Demento
I Will Survive, Gloria Gaynor
And now I need to stop slacking. xD Bye bye, kids.
By now, I do believe the CTKs are on their way to New York City, if not there already. Enjoy your crazy Select Chorus-related activities, darlings.
Today is shaping up to be likewise unremarkable, but very, very full of AP World. I am here (in the library) during lunch (I hate that word so much and I do not know why) for an extended period of time due to a biology drop. This'll probably be the only time all day (besides maybe study hall after gym) I will not be living and breathing AP. Review session from 7 to 9 tonight. I would not ordinarily want to go, but we're doing an actual multiple choice section from the AP exam, which I don't want to miss. And there will be pizza. Oh yes.
And from here on in, it's all about next Tuesday.
. . . . . entries for 27.4.05 . . . . .
I had an interesting day today. Not unusual as such, but interesting.
I accidentally snapped one of the bracelets I recently made for Charlie and myself during study hall. xD Thanks, Natalie, for helping me pick up the beads. Much appreciated. The bracelet is now back in perfect condition - I fixed it as soon as I came upstairs after the AP review session today.
Speaking of which: spending altogether too much time with my AP class this week. I've determined that it's pointless to study until tomorrow, since the CTKs are still around until then, at which point there shall be New York City, and much rejoicing. Yaaay.
. . . if BTK stands for Bind, Torture, Kill, what does CTK stand for?
I think it's Cuddle, Tickle, Kiss. :P
. . . . . entries for 26.4.05 . . . . .
Okay, I lied. I can find happiness in the weirdest things. xD Thank you, Charlie.
Thanks for cheering me up (or trying, anyway), people who have taken it to mind to do so. I wish I could flip a switch to cut the pointless misery, but I don't think I can.
I feel worthless. Ugh.
Graaaah. Today is not a good day. Apparently, in order to get an H in my English class, I will have to stop caring about the class while caring deeply about the material. I think Mr. Allen has serious issues telling when kids actually give a damn about what we're doing in his classroom, since (apparently) my classmates who don't participate are worthy of H's whereas I am not.
Just a little spiteful. I think I'm going to write him a note about it. Seriously - academia is the only thing I'm really good at, and if I can't at least get that right, what's the point?
And other than that? . . . I seem quite lonely today. It's not even like today is particularly different from other days that way, but. . . eh. My grade-related depression has reminded me of how distant I seem to be growing from my friends. I do not think there is any pleasantly clean-cut group in high school for me. Most of my friends from middle school have found a place in the punk/goth/otherwise counterculture group. A few are in the intellectual counterculture group. And. . . damn, I just don't want to be associated with a "group." Groups suck. o.O
And if I'm not, I guess I'll just be a loner. What the bloody hell. -.- I don't exactly fit the stereotype for that, either. I don't have a *reason* to be alone.
So yeah. I'm playing the frustrated high school kid with normal high school problems today, and it sucks. How are you all? It's a beautiful day outside. I have to go to gym in a few minutes. Ah yes, the weight room. Now there's someplace I fit in *so little* that I totally cease to care whether or not I belong. xD One solution to the problem, I guess. I wonder if I can become any weirder, so this will apply to my entire bloody life?
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Erin Elizabeth Sherman's Aliases |
Your movie star name: Curry Julius |
Your fashion designer name is Erin Munich |
Your socialite name is Er-Bear Binghamton |
Your fly girl / guy name is E She |
Your detective name is Shark Niskayuna |
Your barfly name is Fortune Cookie Creme De Menthe |
Your soap opera name is Elizabeth Rosendale |
Your rock star name is Dark Chocolate STS |
Your star wars name is Erispa Shecha |
Your punk rock band name is The Groggy Defibrillator |
Fuck yes. xD
I love my AP World class, and I love my teacher. I got a 46% on my practice multiple choice today during the review session, and when I asked her how exactly this boded for me given the not-at-all test conditions, she said, "it's the end of the day, you're tired - you're going to do fine on the AP exam." It's like she trusts me implicitly to ace the damn thing. xD Yaaay Hirota-Morris, you make me feel better about myself.
After the review session, I headed on over to the Chinese Buffet with the lovely Susan. My mother joined us there. I ate too much, but it was tasty - although it'd be an overstatement to say I have no regrets. Eeeyuck I feel fat. xD Oh well.
I am not fat, as is evident from my curviness in the denim jumpsuit of overpowering sexy. Mrr. xD Goes especially well with strappy be-rhinestoned stilettos and bondage-y black leather jackets. People thought my shoes were weird. I'm not sure why; girls kill themselves with shoes like that on a regular basis.
And now I ought to be killing myself with AP review, so I shall act accordingly. One week left, kids.
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Gaia is being very unsexy right now, but I have heard that there are some *very* sexy donation items afoot. xD Butterfly wings, yay!
Ugh. o.O For the past few hours, my Internet has not been working. It revived. I am very glad. I am such a child of the 21st century - I don't know what I'd do without this damn machine and it's connection to the outside world.
School tomorrow. Eh. I guess it's about bloody time. I'm just worried about the science project I have to do this week. -.- Blaaaah.
. . . . . entries for 23.4.05 . . . . .
I have the weirdest playlist ever. When "Paris Makes Me Horny" comes up directly after "Flagpole Sitter," you just. . . know you have problems.
If the CTKs know what's good for them, they are having the time of their fucking lives right now. -.-
Erin ate a salad today, like zomg. O.O! And it was good. xD Damn good.
My salad, and just the chance to cool off, made me feel substantially less miserable. I hope similar things are happening on Sir Charles' end. By now he'll be arriving at his marathon rehearsal. To all of the beloved CTKs who are in Dreams of Shakespeare: break many legs, and may none of them be your own.
And make sure you are not ill two weeks from today.
By this point, I don't even really *want* to go, but I might anyway. I don't think I would be(/will be/whatever the hell) very cheerful company. -.-
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So how are you feeling, Erin? Pretty lousy, I'm guessing.
Why yes, I am sitting in my near pitch-black room right now, listening only to him, feeling more miserable than I have in ages. I just want to see him, damn it. I would consider whining the whine of the intelligentsia, trying to make my personal burden seem so much heavier than every other borne by man or woman by way of poetry and sophistry, but. . . that would suck of me. I shall refrain, and just say: Erin is unhappy.
So. Thank you for your kind concern.
This has only served to feed my Cthulhu obsession. It's also really fucking cute.
I hath gone to Lake George, and it was ridiculous. xD Moulin Rouge-esque underwear, AP World History and biology review books, and fun socks (legwarmers!) have been acquired all. We were in the twilight zone for an hour or so. Shannon, my mother and I all went a little crazy on that trip. Good tortellini, though. Mm pine nuts. Mm pink satin with black lace. Mmmmm. >.>
Right, well. Yeah. It is so miserably overcast here it makes me want to cry. -.- I won't even be able to *see* the damn full moon. I guess it won't bother me so much anyway.
. . . . . entries for 21.4.05 . . . . .
Groucho just died a little while ago. Apparently, right before, he was chasing something in his sleep - dreaming, happier than my mother had seen him in a long time. She checked in on him ten minutes or so later and he was. . . yeah. He was between 15 and 18 years old. He had a good, long run at it.
He was a good cat. My first cat, really - all of the others that've been in this house have really *belonged* to other people. Y'know? Cho was mine. It hurt a lot to see him in such a miserable state. It's like he's only been half alive for the past. . . I don't know. . . couple of weeks.
At least he isn't in pain anymore. Rest in peace, Chocho baby. We'll miss you.
So. No Binghamton, probably. No Sir Daniel, no Lady Veronica, no Sir Charles.
It's funny, really, because less I've been feeling so renewed, restored to a me I didn't really remember before. . . like I've been living in a dark room, breathing the same air for months and I just opened the windows. (It's true. Maybe that's all it is.) And then this. I feel restless. I want to beat something up. I want to run until I collapse. I want to listen to the heavy metal opening theme from FFX until my ears bleed and I have no reason, not really. Normally I would just slump into the kind of depression that can be tugged away by curling up and moping, maybe reading. But I need to *do* something. It is eleven at night and I want to get out.
Ugh. o.O
Full moon this weekend. In case you hadn't gathered, I get in a strange humour aroundabout the times of full moons. I am, or was, supposed to be in Binghamton this weekend. Binghamton tends to be a source of good humours only. So I thought, eh, this'll be great, the two evil Erinjuices will balance one another out.
Veronica's humour is not good right now. :( Get better, love. I may swoop down to Binghamton this weekend even if I have no excuse and no Veralove. No guilt for you. None, I tell you!
A raverlady on Gaia, and pictures thereof, reminded me how long it's been since I've done any bracelet-making. So I did some last night. I did a *lot* last night. It was delightful. xD I am quite pleased with the fruits of my labor, and I think you CTKs will be, too.
On that note: Veronica, we must talk. o.o
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I am unduly fascinated with the song which presently lives in my sidebar. Yes. Yes I am.
. . . so, following that post, it only makes sense to ask: when is Naughty Catholic Schoolgirl Day this year, anyway? xD I am not a heretic; I'm just a heathen. I was going to Hell anyway.
Also: Colin cannot complain this vacation that I'm spending too much time around Charlie, seeing as I'll probably be chillin' with the former far more than the latter. Movies tomorrow. o.O No idea what I shall be made to watch, besides that it will likely involve large quantities of anime. Today we cooked, and it was delicious. Mmm. Fact: 30% of Americans would prefer a good cook over a sexual dynamo as a life partner. Just think about that. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THE OTHER 70%!? Get your priorities straight! Clearly you missed my first subpoint: curry is delicious.
Yeah, so, that's my life. Waiting patiently for a point three days in my future which shall involve cuddling. Mrr. <3
. . . . . entries for 19.4.05 . . . . .
We have a new pope, Benedict XVI. He is a Nazi. No, really, he is. -.- Can you tell I'm disappointed?
This election reminds me of one we saw a few years back. I'm sure it does the same for some of you. You know what that ambiguously colored smoke would look like in the American political arena? It would look like a 49%/51% split with the Republican, the neo-con George W. Bush coming out on top. I've heard people discussing how strange it is to elect so conservative of a pope. Well, fuck, it's pretty strange to elect so conservative of a president, isn't it? But there is the divine will; and those behind the decision believed, in America and in Vatican City, that they were serving God.
I guess none of us thought we'd get another John Paul II. That'd be impossible, so I'll stop complaining. Let's see how the new arm of our Lord does. If he performs anything like his shadow-self across the Atlantic, I think we are all bound to be quite. . . underwhelmed.
Whoo, Meet the Fockers is an amazing movie. xD I have a romantic comedy addiction, I think. It's. . . bad. Oh well.
In other news, there is no other news. Oh yeah - I'm going to Binghamton on Saturday. Yay! And my sister rocks out, a lot. I hope the renaissance fair thing works out, 'cause I have not been to one in years. Eeee good things are happening.
Now if only my cat would get better. *That* would make life perfect.
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Sometimes I find one of those websites which makes me think, "oh, so there *are* other people who see how [insert adjective here] this is!" Now on my sidebar is one of those websites. I don't think any "Wiccans" read my blog, but if they do. . . heh. Check that out.
Wow. The Seton Men's Chorus rocks out way too friggin' much. o.o I love you guys - can't wait to see you this Saturday.
In totally unrelated news, Groucho is dehydrated. He shall be going to the vet's once a day all week to be re-hydrated. Hopefully this shall help him bounce back. I love my Chocho.
Groucho kitty: prettier than me.
[There was once an image from indietits.com (not what it sounds like!) here. It was stretching the page, so I killed it. I have no regrets.]
Good little Erinblogreaders will know where this is from, and realize that they should go read *all* of them. xD I just like this one 'cause it involves Cthulhu. Sigh. I am such a silly little nerdgirl.
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Natalie Burke made my night a little bit better.
Groucho is dying.
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I have been reminded this evening of how fun it is to be totally pissed off at a video game. xD Screaming at the television is entertaining. So is Triple Triad, and playing the CC group, and getting one's ass royally kicked by the joker because you did not espy a Plus move. -.- Woo.
Hey, kids. I am so, so glad it's vacation. Finally. o.o
That being said, debate states are still going on. I am not there because I did not break into double-octos and I was going insane. Instead, I am here. Various bits of me are achy, including my brain, so I shall rest.
Happily, Neal *did* break into double-octos. I expect a full report from him later tonight. :P
My state championship experience was less than cheery. I was very, very tired. If you feel as if you need details, you may a) call my parents and get them to explain (ahem Cas) or b) ask me over AIM. I don't really want to recount it on ze blog right now. o.O I want to get myself out of that evil, prisonlike Shen complex entirely - I feel like a bit of me has been left there.
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Oh my, Susan has a pretty picture of me.
And now for essay hell. Ugh, I say. Ugh.
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Fwoosh. Went to a debate practice today, and once again didn't get many negative comments on my case. -.- I wish something was seriously wrong with my debate tactic. At least I'd know what to change.
Right, so now I have work. Work work work. And *tons* of work tomorrow, that I should start tonight, so I can get sleep before States on Friday. Blaaaah.
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It would be pretty cool to have a normal, healthy sleep schedule.
I wish my body had the capacity to heat itself evenly. I have been weirdly out of whack that way for the past couple of days, toasty in the face and chilly in the extremeties. -.- Could be worse, I suppose. At least I can use my ice-cold hands to chill out my feverish neck if need be. Drinking water should help this, says the biology faerie in my ear.
This week is busy busy busy. Tomorrow, debate meeting at seven, and a youth court meeting on Thursday, and States on Friday and Saturday. By the end of the day on Saturday, I am going to be clinically insane. (Well, not really, but I daresay I'll make a passing likeness, what with the bloodshot eyes and pale skin and messy hair which will, doubtless, be pulled into an untidy thing at the base of my skull.)
Incidentally, tomorrow is the Day of Silence. (If you don't know about it, look it up or ask me, 'cause. . . you should know. You ass.) I really can't go to Breaking the Silence, sadly - wish I could. I'm going to have to talk at the debate meeting, too. Debate is quite, er, talking-based. Y'know. The name of the club *is* Speech and Debate (or Forensics, if you're a snobby SOB). Last year I wasn't even officially participating in the Day of Silence, so this year I'll be *somewhat* less lame. Maybe by senior year I'll actually be in Visibility, according to my curve of gay rights activism.
Anyway. Water. Erin needs the water.
. . . . . entries for 11.4.05 . . . . .
In reference to my exercise habits and depressing lack of time: "But that doesn't mean you can't get off your elegantly shaped ass and do something about it!" The individual who addressed the above quote to me shall remain nameless, for their own protection. Said individual has made my day. You have no idea. xD I laughed so much.
In other news, my German dialogues are going smashingly. They are beautiful, I tell you. FUCKING BEAUTIFUL.
As a postscript: Any potential stalkerboys at RPI should be aware that I am equipped with the cell phone number of a grad student and bodyguard by the name of. . . er. . . quick, Erin, think of a witty codename!
Well, screw that. Let's call him Mr. Transverse.
Mr. Transverse goes to gym on off days for classes and also takes martial arts classes four nights a week, and HE WILL CUT YOU. He will cut you SO FAST. . . *hem* Right. No stalking Erin, for she is underage, taken, and watched over by her protective sister's musclebound friend.
So, I'm sure all of you are dying to know what I'll be up to this summer. (Yeah, that's bullshit. I'm flattering myself. Too bad, it's my blog and I shall be as egocentric as I want within its digitally archived pages.) Well, I'll tell you! As you may have heard, I am taking computer science at RPI - from July 5 (two days before my sixteenth birthday, hoohah) to August 10. The course runs approximately from 10:30 to 11:50 in the morning, or something like that.
So before class starts, I shall be volunteering at Samaritan Hospital, which is conveniently located a stone's throw from the campus. If I have my way, I shall volunteer in the cancer ward. At least I'm somewhat familiar with it.
Then class. My mother works a few blocks downhill from RPI, so, once I have gotten my daily fill of compsci-learnin', I shall stroll on down to meet her for lunch - or, as the case may be, jog like a little maniac for half an hour or so, *then* stroll on down (gasping for breath) and meet her for lunch. Wheezing. Yesss.
I am surprisingly happy with this sort of summer. If I am feeling particularly ambitious, maybe I'll get a job, too. Go me. xD
Part of me kindasorta regrets the fact that I won't be going back to CTY, but really, once you've gone one year and all at once landed a) the best instructor you have ever had, b) the most interesting, intellectual coursework you could ever hope for, c) the most weird-ass roomie known to midget-populated Argentina, and d) the love of your life. . . what's the point in going back? Every year is a disappointment, at some level.
A bigger part of me kindasorta regrets that I won't be going to some other crazy-ass college for the summer. Like Chicago U. What the fuck, man, did you have to take so long sending out your information? -.- I hadn't gotten anything from the place prior to today. Oh well. I have a scholarship from my local sweetheart who is called RPI, Chicago. Y'snooze, y'lose. :P
. . . but a really big part of me wonders if I can cram one of those crazy-ass youth leadership conferences into my schedule. >.> I've gotten stuff for at least three of them. I want to go to Washington. Damn it all!
Anyway. Done with my long-winded summerish post now. I guess I'd better focus on the here and now, which happens to be the beginning of a brand new marking period which could conceivably kill my GPA if I slack too much. And I want to slack so badly. You have no idea. xD
I mind the ache in my muscles (or repulsive lack thereof) less now that I know exactly what is causing it, and that it means I am theoretically getting stronger.
I have a lot of work to do. Again. Gripe, gripe, gripe, goes the Erin. Oh well. I shall call this week hell week, because it is the week before vacation, and the week before vacation is hell.
This website is pretty damn amazing. xD
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Enough of this almost-intelligent content. Ug.
Nggghhaahhh!
Grrr arrr Rum and Monkey.
New lyrics. To the side are the words to a long-time favorite song of mine.
Colin rocks, by the way. He just brought me vegetarian curry for no reason. This merits many hugs. ::makes note to give Colin hugs, if he be in need or otherwise::
I am such a copycat. :P
~Layer 01: This is me, scared yet?~
Height: 5'4", or something. o.O
Muscles?: Those are things that happen to other people.
Age: 15, 16 in July.
Any scars?: Kinda. A bruise that won't go away, and a really weird. . . thing. >.>
Piercing?: None. Not even ears.
Tattoos?: No. :P
Have you ever scared someone?: Yeah, not intentionally.
Something random about you: I flip-flop constantly between self-love and self-hate.
Have you ever taken any kind of drugs (including steroids?): No.
Do you drink or smoke?: On special occasions, and no.
Done something wrong in the eyes of society?: . . . dunno, probably.
~Layer 02: Fear my mad skills!~
Can you write poetry?: Badly, yes.
How about music?: Again, badly, yes. xD
Plays?: Haven't tried.
Stories?: Yeah, sorta.
Can you play a musical instrument?: Used to. I still *can,* just not very well.
Have you ever used it as a weapon?: Of course!
Are you an artist?: Yes.
Are you good with cars or engineering?: Not really.
Linguist?: Better than a lot of people in my classes. o.O
Martial arts?: Nooo.
Manipulating people?: If I do it, the person being manipulated is well aware, and it's mostly for laughs.
Electronics/hacking: I'm learning this summer. xD
Carpentry: Wow, I suck at that. xD
Stalking: . . . no. Of course not.
Understanding people: Kind of. Not really.
~Layer 3: My powers revealed~
Do you use your skills for good or evil?: Good, or so I tell myself.
Do people fear or bow to you?: I think people laugh at me. xD As they should.
Poser?: o.O What the hell would I be posing as?
Ying or Yang?: No idea. Maybe a healthy mixture.
If you could have any three superpowers, what would they be?: Teleportation, super-sharp vision, perfect photographic memory.
Is there a limit on strength?: Yes.
Who do you fight to protect?: Everyone - and it doesn't hurt if I know you, of course.
~Layer 4: In Wishes and Weaknesses~
Do you have a weakness?: Why yes.
If so, what kind of weakness (food, hobby, people)?: Lack of willpower - and, of course, Charlie Hyland. :P
If you could have any skill, what skill would you desire?: Dunno, really. Maybe the ability to draw people. . .
If you could do anything without consequence, what would you do?: Blow off life altogether. Who needs ambition, anyway? -.-
Something you have to do everyday or you'll die?: Breathe.
Are you obsessed with anything?: . . . no. Of course not. -.-
Anything you go berserk over?: Moi? Never. . . >.>
Do you have a temper?: Not at all.
Weak at heart?: Quite.
Hey, Erin kind of exercised today. Weird. Now she has to write an essay on Nietzsche and Dickens (two thoroughly delightful people), among other schoolwork. I admire people who are simultaneously academically brilliant and physically fit *so damn much.* -.-
. . . . . entries for 9.4.05 . . . . .
It has no purpose, besides that it grants bragging rights to the owner. And you can use it to hurt people. That, I suppose, is the real reason anyone would want it. And everyone does.
Everyone is after it. Or, anyway, almost everyone.
If someone else has it, you circle around them like vultures, waiting for the perfect moment; then you pounce hungrily upon them, claw at their gripping fingers. It belongs to you. You need it.
Occasionally there are alliances, feelings of oneness, of connection. They motion for it, and you give it up. A little while later, they'll use it against you. You almost expected it anyway.
It's up for grabs, a power vacuum; naturally, there's a race to fill it. The weak and the pacifistic are left behind wondering why, and they write monologues like this one, wondering at the nature of power and pool parties.
Mitchell's party be tonight, and the Burkes shan't be there. o.O It's gonna be weird. Oh well. Hopefully things will not be too dead. Max and Matt will be there, so I can only assume that there will be mass pool-tacklings and, given the company, a certain amount of Erin-ignoring afoot. Maybe I'll swim laps.
In other news: Erin has new shoes and a dress for overly toasty days. Go me.
. . . . . entries for 8.4.05 . . . . .
I lost a post. o.o Oh well. It didn't actually have much, y'know, stuff in it. Just fluff. Basically: Erin is tired, Erin is very glad it's Friday, and so on. As if you couldn't figure that on your own. o.O
. . . . . entries for 7.4.05 . . . . .
Fwaaaanewlyrics. Sleep be damned; I need to talk to my boy.
Ninja sidebar mod. I am just infatuated enough with myself to do it.
I think this shall be the last picture. It is very fucked up, and is from Blast from the Past. It is fucked up because my camera was fucked up. Go figure. xD Anyway, Susan and Natalie are hot. Enough said.
There shall be more from Susan sooner or later - she has some fun shots on her camera.
Susan is so fzcking skinny. o.o Ah man.
I am very much enamoured with the Erin and Natalie in this picture, but there are much better shots of Susan.
Aaand back to Sadies. I was pretty, or so I was told. I don't think I looked particularly good, just very. . . lacking in shoulder-coverage. xD
And now for something completely different: Blast from the Past.
Why yes, I was a pimp. Thank you for noticing.
And another! Erin is so loved. (This was before Charlie got in on the action - remember, guys? xD Ah, good times.)
I got my pictures from Sadies and Blast from the Past developed today. Because I have no concept of building up to a grand finale, I give to you now: the best picture ever.
(This picture makes me giggle. A lot.)
And that is all I have to say.
. . . . . entries for 6.4.05 . . . . .
In other news: I wrote a poem today, which I think is exciting even if you don't. I have not written anything for a while. -.- It's not particularly good, but it did get onto paper a recent frustration of mine. It is fairly well summed up by this quote, from the most esteemed tome of knowledge known as the Cynic's Dictionary:
Books: "Things printed by people who don't understand them, sold by people who don't understand them, read and reviewed by people who don't understand them, and even written by people who don't understand them." ~G.C. Lichtenberg
If I like you, maybe I'll show it to you. :P
The jeans be snipped. It's a rather bittersweet moment. On the one hand, I now have some dead sexy cutoff shorts (and let's face it, my jeans had seen better days), but on the other. . . they were good jeans, and they served me well. I am pondering the doing of something silly with the chopped-off denim, like making sleeves. xD A pseudopunky girl like myself can never have too many pairs of random-ass arm socks.
Colin Wheeler, I think, is not a bad kid at all. Polish, I say. Polish works quite nicely.
Other than that: beautiful day, silly outfit to school, a picture of said silly outfit on Susan's camera. I am going to cut off my ridiculously baggy/long/overall gigantic jeans today, because they will make dead sexy shorts. You know it. If given the opportunity, I will try my damnedest to drop off my camera today at my friendly neighborhood megamall.
I also really ought to take a walk. A bloody long walk. -.- I feel very out of shape these days - completely justified, in case there was any doubt - due to various people talking about their spring sports. God *damn* it, I am forever vexed by my lack of muscle mass. Neh.
. . . . . entries for 5.4.05 . . . . .
It is totally ridiculous that I am sitting inside on a beautiful day like this. Totally ridiculous. -.- Tomorrow, I remind myself, will be even more amazing. If only I had a convenient individual to make sure I would not get kidnapped on a stroll down the bikepath - an individual of the initials CKH, even. (So, so lonely lately, and I am not sure why.)
Wow, I am so totally not taking compsci this summer. -.- So totally not doing it.
Sooo I had a fainting spell this morning. Why the *fuck* am I in school right now?
. . . . . entries for 4.4.05 . . . . .
My blog has been impressively clogged with nonsense - amusing nonsense, but nonsense all the less - lately. This is because I am too bloody out of it to put together coherent, thoughtful, or even nonsensical entries. I blame Daylight Savings Time. So tired. -.- It doesn't help that I'm unusually in need of cuddles which I *cannot get.* Grr.
I'm a generally unfuckwitted, liberal, not-too-generous, not-too-selfish, pathetically simple-minded, dribbling child!
See how compatible you are with me!
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Mmyeah, go me.
Which Extremity of the World Are You?
From the towering colossi at Rum and Monkey.
In contrast to my sister, who is the deep sea. xD Yaaay. I am so cynically witty that it BURNS YOU.
. . . . . entries for 3.4.05 . . . . .
Seeing as I probably shan't be able to do both simultaneously, I think I may reform Christianity instead of taking over the world. Not to mislead you, of course, because I shall attempt to do both; it's just that reforming Christianity is pretty important too, and if I'm doing that, chances are I won't be able to take over the world by any (currently legal) means, seeing as this country is full of WASP-y folk who are unlikely to vote for a radical gnosticist.
Hmm.
Dan, you still owe me a favor.
Which Evil Criminal are You?
A Rum and Monkey crime.
"Henry Kissinger, how I'm missing ya,
You're the doctor of my dreams!
With your crinkly hair and your glassy stare
And your Machiavellian schemes!
I know they say that you are very vain,
And short, and fat, and pushy,
But at least you're not insane!
Henry Kissinger, how I'm missing you,
And wishing you were here!
Henry Kissinger, how I'm missing ya,
You're so chubby and so neat!
With your funny clothes and your squishy nose,
You're like a German parakeet!
Alright, so people say that you don't care. . .
But you've got nicer legs than Hitler and bigger tits than Cher!
Henry Kissinger, how I'm missing you,
And wishing you were here!"
No.
Are You Damned?
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Noooo!
This website has the best quizzes ever. I'll only post my favorite results, so as not to clog my blog too terribly. xD
Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.
I fear this.
What kind of pirate am I? You decide!
You can also view a breakdown of results or put one of these on your own page!
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I am now the proud owner of a copy of America the Book. If I ran for President, say, thirty years down the road. . . would you vote for me?
. . . . . entries for 2.4.05 . . . . .
Blast from the Past was fun. There will be pictures soon - maybe as soon as next weekend. Maybe sooner, if friends are crazy and get pictures developed quickly.
After reading Charlie's blog, writing about some school dance at which there was an inordinately large amount of same-gender couples seems incredibly shallow and inappropriate. I also really can't put it much better than Charlie did, except for, well. . . you don't need to be Catholic to respect the late John Paul II. See my rather lengthy rant on the subject further down the page.
Gah. . . what a depressing thought to attempt to sleep to.
Back from the Niskayuna tournament, which was a most excellent thing indeed. It seemed so short compared to the away tournaments. xD Yaaay. I also won third place in JV, which makes me happy (even though I think I ought to have won the round I apparently lost to the girl who took first, but yeah, grumble grumble, I have a trophy, woo).
Blast from the Past starts in two and a half hours. xD Wheeheehee! Chill time commence.
The boy is back in town. Woo. I want to hear all about your first time in Europe, you! Go! Blog it now!
. . . . . entries for 1.4.05 . . . . .
Everyone is having a weekend except me right now. It is really, really sickening. -.- I am waking up at six tomorrow to tweak my cases and write a kritik. I am probably going to go to bed soon, so I have some snowball's chance in the toasty place (mm, toasty) of getting enough sleep. Right. Sure.
Pope John Paul II is dying.
Not that I'm very Catholic or anything, but . . . wow. The survivor, the man who has been sitting in that seat of power for my entire life, is dying. It's not like he's just some pope or other, either. He is, from what I can see, one of the most amazing people who have ever lived. In spite of everything, even Erin the barely-Christian (let alone Catholic) is praying for him.
This whole affair with the Pope's passing has left me wondering a couple of things. First of all, who is going to fill this man's shoes? They are mighty amazing shoes, I must say. When I told my mother that I had my doubts about quite so amazing a pope cropping up again, she told me they were considering cardinals in Africa and South America, who are fighting terrorist groups like John Paul II fought Communism, and I thought, THAT is amazing. I only hope the cardinals do, in fact, choose one of these men instead of someone less. . . qualified? Breathtakingly moral? Papal?
The second thing has to do with Sir Charles, who is both Catholic and in Italy - or leaving, or back here, I'm not sure which at this point. It would not surprise me if his family stayed in Italy for a couple of days longer because of all of this. I don't remember the exact figure, but several thousand people are standing outside the Pope's window on a late-night (or very early morning) vigil right now. I wonder if he's one of them. I wonder how he feels about this.
So look, guys. I don't care if you're Catholic or Lutheran or friggin' Pagan, say a prayer for the Pope. He's not just the Pope, after all. He is an incredible man who has done incredible things on this Earth. I would not mind at all if he sprang back from this, somehow. I would not mind if he turned out to be mysteriously immortal. I just refuse to believe there is another like him alive. I refuse to believe we will ever see the likes of him again.
. . . but then, after all he's done, he certainly deserves a rest.
Just sat down - finally - from getting home. It is 5:30ish. I stayed after school to build the drama set. We didn't actually do much building this time around, it was mostly organizing. I did a lot of picking up of nails, because the drama kids just sort of. . . forget these things. xD Many drama kids have holes in their feet.
I haven't eaten anything to speak of today. I am a very hungry, tired, exasperated sort of Erin. o.O Aaand I have a debate tomorrow, and a dance tomorrow night. The dance will rock out, if only I am not exhausted for its duration. I'm hoping. o.o
And that's what I'm afreud of.
It's April Fools Day. I *hate* April Fools Day. o.O I am just incapable of taking a joke. It's rather sad.
What else. . . oh yeah. The Onion Personals (omfg, what an amazing place to meet someone) are being bitchy, or, as Cassie said, the link below just expired. Damn it. xD The point was, Bill 2 is magnificent. He enjoys spending time with Cassie and, for preference, playing Spyro while doing so. Oh my frickin' god, I love this boy. o.o
come home?
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she looks like the real thing
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THIS IS AMERICA
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wait a minute
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