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Hey, I need to find a new job... any ideas?

Hi, I'm Erin,

and I can't stop spending money.
Here are some things I have bought recently, including both necessary expenses and otherwise.
- 9 cds and 1 dvd in less than a month
- coffee, coffee, smoothie, coffee, repeat
- burgers and fries for 6 hippies in ashland.
- $250 total to order my headlight and get it replaced
- $100 of $322 total of my "Carless Driving" ticket
- car insurance
- new sweater and shoes (sale rack - no guilt here)
- $50 on benefit face scrub and moisturizer. $50!

God help me if I ever get a credit card, and start spending money I don't have.

By request...

At the request of Dustin, I am posting 2 original works of poetry from my recently released collection. Heh heh heh.
The first is an ode poem, in which we were required to choose something we admire, and sing its praises.
The second is a sonnet. All about meter and verse, rythm and rhyme scheme. My rough draft was really cheesy and lame, so I scrapped it and started over. Don't worry, I'm not really angsty or anything... I just read a lot of Sylvia Plath.

Ode to My Clever Mind

It’s not easy being this awesome.
and I say this without putting on any airs,
but the raw, inarguable truth of it
is that I am the coolest person I know.

Now, I don’t want to sound conceited,
but if you knew me as well is I do,
you’d probable be aware of my eminence,
because frankly,
it shows.

I’ve never bothered to investigate,
but I’m sure several of my peers
harbor secret aspirations to be

Quick witted
and brilliant
and clever like me.

To be smart
and artistic
and big-hearted like me.

To be charming
and flash disarming
smiles like me.

And I realize that few
would be humble enough to admit
that they worship the ground that I walk on,
but to disregard my extraordinary nature on the whole
seems a little unnecessary,
doesn’t it?

It’s almost like they can’t see how amazing I am.
And I am…

…Aren’t I?



Sonnet I

She held a broken mirror in her fist,
Her knuckles turning white, her tight’ning grip
Drained feeling from her fingers, hand, and wrist.
Another goddamn masochistic trip.
Her body was her canvas. She was art.
Her pale skin beckoned her, come heal your pain.
Unleash the red life flowing to your heart.
She pressed the shard of glass against her vein.
Weeks later she awoke in some strange bed
With white-gloved strangers standing by her side.
So this is what it feels like to be dead –
Like watching life go by from the outside.
With that she prayed the Lord her soul to keep,
Returning to her black and dreamless sleep.

Yep. That's my poetry at its finest. I guess.

Success!

Yes, my friends, 297 points out of 300 on my poetry project. That's what we call "totally bad ass."

Happy Valentine's Day...

Here I sit in the wee hours of the morning, February 14th, Valentine's Day. This is the 3rd year running that I have no Valentine's Day plans save going to work, and it just gets more depressing.
When we were little, we all made construction paper mail boxes, and delivered Power Ranger and Barbie cards with candy to everybody in class. Even the future bland chicks, sluts, and that Quicksilver kid (who was in your 4th grade class too, right Preston?).
Last year, around this time, I was polishing up a couple mixes to aid me through the lonely times, aptly titled "Another Lonely Day (I & II)."
This year, I am posting on my blog for the second time within an hour. Lame?
It's all good though.
Chocolate tastes better when you're wallowing in self pity.

Update:
Thanks to Donnie, Adam, and some other friends along the way, it wasn't so bad after all.

I really can't grasp why people sue Apple over scratched iPods. Perhaps they should consider diamond-plated nano-screen covers? They would not only be invincible, but totally bling-bling.

Red eye

Last night, I went to Shari's at around 11:30 with a couple of my friends. Scott Jeter was there, but that's beside the point.
The 6 of were brought to our table by a waiter named Keith.
As Keith was taking our orders, I noticed his bright red bloodshot eyes.
"Keith," I said. "...Are you stoned?
Blushing, Keith looked away and said, "Me? ...Noo..."
"Look at me, Keith," I said.
And he looked at the floor and shook his head.
Needless to say, our whole table was laughing hysterically.
Keith then sat down, asked us what we wanted to eat, and pointed out that he was "so hungry right now."

I bet he was.

I'm Back

Ah yes, you got your hopes up. You thought I might be done, but nay. I am here still.
I was lacking in internet for over a week. It was rough.

Here's some highlights (and, uh, "weird"lights) of recent days:

I went on the most awkward date ever, which I was asked on via text message, and I was too much of a pansy to decline. We saw "Tristan & Isolde." I was going to pay for my own ticket, so it would be a little less date-y, but I was late, and he already had the tickets when I got there. He's a funny guy, so the movie wasn't totally tense, but i don't think he picked up on the fact that I was leaning way away from him the entire time...
Afterwards, we walked out to the parking lot (I parked my car right near the front, so he wouldn't offer to walk me to my car), had a short, awkward conversation, which I abruptly ended with, "Well, see you tomorrow." And walked away.
While I was on the way home he called to see if I wanted to grab some dinner at Tasty Thai. I said I was just gonna go home... soo.... yeah.
Then later I recieved a text message that said "Sorry I didn't kiss you goodnight, Ma'am." You have to understand that coming from him, this was totally weird. So, I pulled a 7th grade move and told him via text message that I had a good time and everything, but I didn't want to date him, cause it would just be awkward.
So that was that.

Also, I purchased 3 cds (that's where you pay money for music... crazy...).
Sigur Ros - Ágætis Byrjun
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club - Howl
Armor for Sleep - What to Do When You Are Dead
and I received for free (I have hookups at Musichead)
Incubus - Make Yourself
(which I have never legitimately owned.

In other news, I decided to go on a diet. I followed through for like 24 hours. I am doomed.

Nice to see you all again. Wait... what?