Thursday, October 30, 2008

you call it madness, i call it anything but love

This picture is gorgeous. my favourite flower is the daisy. I've never been a fan of roses. I PROMISE a longer update soon, but I'm so busy, I'm actually tired. I'm never tired for more than 3 days straight, but I am now!

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P.S. I don't want to tell you my Halloween plans. They are too depressing.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

school keyboards don't have good spacebars

This article is ridiculous.

"Only the Hufflepuffs are totally loyal to Harry, the Gryffindors are already moving on to other things, the Slytherins never really liked him anyway and the Ravenclaws are too busy writing their own fan fiction or posting spoof videos on YouTube."

I am a Hufflepuff. Or, maybe a Gryffinpuff. Or a Huffledor. This was decided a LOOOONNNGGG time ago. So why is it that the article said I take the tales at a slow, steady and systematic pace and enjoy re-reading the books over and over? I read the books really fast, still taking everything in, obviously, but SLOW, STEADY AND SYSTEMATIC PACE? Uhh, hello? It's ME. Apparently 'Gryffindor' readers are eager and energetic and will devour the latest Potter book in one sitting, but quickly move on to new things. Yeah, well that's me. I read fast, and in one sitting. There isn't really any other way, unless I'm hungry. But, moving onto new things? It's not like all I read is Harry Potter. That would be a stupid choice. There is SO much out there. But I haven't moved on. I listen to "The End of an Era" by Oliver Boyd and the Rememberalls, and it gives me goosebumps everytime. It also makes me emotional. Kind of weird, but true. All in all, this article just doesn't make sense.

So, I was talking to my mom over dinner the other day(chicken caeser salad, fries, pita) and we were discussing names. I really don't know how we got onto the topic, but I already knew a lot about it. I knew that if I was a guy, I'd probably be Evan or something of the sort. My mom then told me that she was considering:

HOW FRICKEN AWESOME IS THAT?! If I had kids, they could be called the "children of eden". I think I've gone overboard with this awesome name. But seriously, it's pretty sweeeeeeet.

my charisma is screaming
because that makes sense.

I am a pretty good kid. I don't do drugs or smoke or drink(unless you count sparkling juice?) and I don't go and have sex in dark dingy places(or bright, clean places). I'm a good kid. That's not to say that I don't yell, I don't talk bad about people sometimes, because I do. For someone to say they don't talk bad about anyone..well, I haven't met anyone like that yet. But, back to me. I'm a pretty good kid when I think about it. I usually do my homework and I get average marks(don't talk to me about math, okay?). I don't dress like a tramp(although..)and I don't take pictures of myself making out with a guy or a girl. Not that it's necessarily a bad thing to do so. I don't like to skip class. If I'm a couple minutes late, I don't sweat it. It doesn't really matter to me, as long as I don't miss a large portion of the class. I always hang around the drama room at break before my computer class. The clocks in my school have MAJOR ISSUES and none of them match. The one in my geo class is 5 minutes ahead, and the one in the drama room is a couple minutes late. I come to computer class according to the drama room clock. At that time, there are still students in the hallways getting to their classrooms, but it isn't crowded. Today, I was in the drama room and the teacher finally said that class was beginning, so I walked out of the class with P and M. We all had classes upstairs, and P didn't have to go to his because he was done all of his work already. M had to go, but he really didn't want to, and I really didn't care. I didn't WANT to come to class, but I knew I had to. I would feel bad if I missed it. I know, lame, but that's just the kind of person I am. In computer class, we are currently making flash animations. Mine is getting to be quite long, and I knew that if I missed today, I would still be ahead of everyone else. I still didn't want to skip class. I started to walk up the stairs but M stopped me and it took me a few minutes to get to class after that. It was fun though. I got to class, and my teacher said, "It's about time," but then another student walked in right behind me, and then my teacher left the class. He didn't come back for a while. He normally just leaves us to do our work. M wanted to come to my class, but he didn't because he went to get a fudgeicle or something. I haven't had a fudgeicle in a very long time. I have ice cream sandwiches at home, though.

There's someone who is really...pissing me off. Someone who is...grinding my gears! Wow, that was put nicely. I just don't understand how a person could be that way, and not acting like it, actually being like that as a person. To herself. She doesn't act any different at home, at school, out around the city, anything. I don't get it. I hope she doesn't read this blog, because it didn't capture what I want to say to her in anyway. Almost.

Today was the first day in a very long time that I didn't have to stay after school for something. It's a long weekend too. It's going to be a fun filled weekend, I just know it! I have to plan out all of my outfits! Of course, I never will and I will leave it to the last minute and just pull something on. But that's my style, yenno?

Sorry that I haven't made a post in a few days. Truthfully, I haven't even been on the computer much, if you know me personally, you know that this is a big surprise. I've just had so much to do that I haven't gotten around to going online.

Flamenco, lambada, but hip-hop is harder
We moonwalk the foxtrot, then polka the salsa
This song made my day today. It took me back.

Have a fabulous weekend, y'all,
From your BFF:

Saturday, October 18, 2008

give us money, we are pretty

You make me happy. H-A-P-P-Y.

It's hard to believe that school has been going on for more than a month. I've been so caught up in everything that has been going on. Carima Burana is INSANE. It's funny that some people thought we actually had to memorize all of the words for the performance. I missed the first rehersal because of a holiday, so when I got to rehersal on Thursday, I had to sight read most of the music. After the rehersal was over, Haley, Bev and I had a jam sesh. It was pretty much AWESOME. There was even beatboxing at the exact same moment as Blake did it in that one video on youtube that I've seen a lot. Wow. I am seriously a huge Spring Awakening junkie.

Yesterday was my baba's birthday. She would have be 88 years old. When I was little, I would sleep over at her house every friday night. We would play school a lot(where I of course was the teacher, because I was the one with more knowledge) and eat pizza buns. Pizza buns=Great Joy. We would also play war a lot(the card game) and I was the master. I still don't know how to play poker. Lessons, anyone? I always drew pictures and hung them on her walls. They weren't taken down. To this day, I still can't draw.

I want to go to a tea party.
I'm listening to that video. Again. And I can't stop.
Goodbye, y'all.

P.S. Justin-Your list is wrong.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

rawr means i love you in dinosaur

How much do I want these hug your sorrow plush tears from fredflare?!

That's all.

every flower stares and watches

When I was in grade 3, there was a boy in my class. He was immature, like all of us. He took it to another level, naturally. I don't know if he was actually intrigued with what he was doing, or if he was trying to show off, or if he was taken over by spirits, but it was SOMETHING. He was sitting at his desk, like the rest of us, working on whatever we were working on. He takes out some glue, and begins to glue a PENCIL SHARPENER TO HIS FACE. Who in the world would ever think of doing that? GENIOUS I TELL YOU! ABSOLUTELY GENIOUS! The glue dries and he attempts to stick more things on his face. We are all wondering what the hell he is doing, when the teacher FINALLY notices, and drags him out of the room by the pencil sharpener. It was a fun day.

I have this one friend. He's a pretty special guy. Every day I see him, he just lights up the room(okay, maybe not, but that would be pretty cool. It's like he's a superhero or a sort of god with powers to rule light) and that is a great talent to have. He's silly, because you can be silly at any age, just in different ways. I'm a young fool, but he is not. Okay, maybe sometimes. But everyone is sometimes. He can do great things, and he obviously will go on to do things for the greater good(like dumbledore and an UNMENTIONABLE OTHER). Yay for you!

I went out for dinner on Saturday. Being the cool person I am, I tried something new and exotic: CAESER SALAD, FRIES AND CHICKEN FINGERS(not from the kids menu, shut up)!!! At almost every restaurant I go to, I want caeser salad. Or fries. Or pizza. Or penne. Wow, I'm talking about food again. I just can't stop, can I?
It's autumn. I really think that you should jump into a pile of leaves(if they've fallen yet). Even just lie down outside(by yourself or with someone else) on the grass and look up at that glorious sky and think. It is so refreshing to just be outside and to breathe in the orange air. It's starting to smell like Halloween. Which reminds me, I should get a costume. I really want to be Lavender Brown, but I don't have any Hogwarts robes. Canada doesn't have a lot of HP merchandise that I want/need.

Handsome smiles wearing handsome shoes,
Too young to say, though I swear he knew,
And i hear him singing while he sits there in his chair,
While these autumn leaves float around everywhere.

Paolo Nutini-Autumn

compliments now mean nothing

I need to rant. Badly, actually. But I don't want to subject y'all to it. Although, I guess this IS my blog, so I can do whatever I want. But I'm not that mean. This is just all so stupid. I want to really just not talk to you for a while. It's for the best. Of course, that won't happen. Sorry ahead of time, friend(???).

To lighten up the mood, if possible..

Saturday, October 11, 2008

all i think about is how

It feels like it's Monday. It's Friday though. This week has been full of a bunch of things. Many things have gone on. A lot of my friends have been feeling stressed out lately, and all of their stress is getting to me. I'm doing all of my work. I'm not skipping class. I'm trying to understand everything we learn in classes. So why am I feeling so stressed out? It's just that everyone around me is dealing with a bunch of things right now, and they have so much to do and everything is cramped into their days, and then there's me, who has time to blog almost every night, go on facebook, read a book, watch television, ect. I know that I'm a good student. I am not the best at math, and I'm currently passing, and for PreCal last year, one girl got a 60 for her final mark, and that was the highest mark of the class. It's pretty insane, because it's October already, and now is where we dive into the work. September was more of a back to school type of thing, where we went over things we learnt last year, and then applied it to new concepts, and it all fit in nicely. In math, we are just finishing up doing that, and then we will be moving on to other things. In computers, we are making a flash animation, and frankly, I'm "struggling". The reason for those quotations? I'm not really trying. It makes enough sense to me that I can do it, but I just don't see the point of sitting in class working on a flash animation that is going to turn out bad anyways. I wish I had English this semester. That way everything would be balanced out. I just get so much joy sitting down and editing a story. I don't know why I have such feelings about it, but it just makes me feel good to edit. I haven't written a good story in FOREVER. Forever=a few months.

Love is in the air. Unfortunately, the air is cold outside, and in our school the air is infected(most likely). We just all need something new to talk about. How about this DOUGHNUT THAT I AM CRAVING SO MUCH? Yeah, I really want a doughnut. The title of my blog should be ERIN LOVES FOOD, because I'm always craving or talking about food some way or another.
Some things are a bigger deal to someone as they are to another. So seriously, if you don't think something is a big deal to you, don't go making comments or asking questions, especially after you know that it is a big deal to the other person.

I wonder what my favourite pokemon is. I really like charmander. WOOT, CHARIZARD! Jigglypuff is always awesome. Squirtle is a cutie. I don't like bulbasaur much, but I should give him some credit for being cool. One of my favourite characters on the show was Meowth. I don't really know why, because he wasn't on the good side, but he always slipped up and made mistakes and whatnot. Pikachu of course. Hmm. I have a shirt with Mewtwo on it. What's your favourite Pokemon?

I have sparkles in my hair. I am SO tired, I just want to sleep. Except I have geo and then improv after school. And then maybe I can buy a doughnut(again, mentioning food). It feels like I don't know much that goes on in a few of my really close friends' lives. I haven't seen a couple of them for long periods of time for a long time, and if I have, there isn't any time to talk.

I am at my friend I's house, and she is painting her nails. I wish I was more skilled at the art of painting es nails. Thanksgiving is soon. I really hate stuffing. It's gross. My close family friend W bought me a doughnut. I was mad at Tim Hortons for not having Boston Cream or Chocolate Dip. How can you not have chocolate dip?

Thursday, October 9, 2008

today is the day.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for calling you names and making fun of you constantly. But all siblings do that. I think I just need to try to make myself not look at you and see every flaw.
I'm sorry for not worrying enough on new years eve when I found out some sad news.
I'm sorry for not saying I Love You to everyone I love on Valentine's day last year.
I'm sorry for not making an effort to see you as much as I should.
I'm sorry for eating all of those cookies and then lying and saying that I didn't eat them.
I'm sorry for not being open enough about myself at the beginning of grade 9.
I'm sorry for losing your book.
I'm sorry for getting so mad at you because I know you have a lot on your mind which is why you act out on your stress sometimes.
I'm sorry for not hugging you when I should have.
I'm sorry for not giving you money when I had some.
I'm sorry for littering. It makes me feel bad when I do that.
I'm sorry for not calling you back.
I'm sorry for not studying enough for my exams.
I'm sorry for not wearing my elastics for my braces enough.
I'm sorry for .. well,
I'm sorry for a lot.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

L is for the way you look at me

you need to realize that your 'friends' don't really like you.
you have to find a new pose for your pictures.
you should be a bit nicer to people. maybe they wouldn't be rude to you back.
you are so inspiring to my friends.
you are gorgeous.
you should stop being cool with kids younger than you, and try to achieve something useful.
you type in the most annoying way possible.
you need to turn around your life, before you are permanently stuck.
you need to stop drinking!
you really should stop staring.
you shouldn't be obsessed THAT much with a fictional character.
you are allowed to rant, but don't go bashing your friends.
you should stop being so mean to him.
you should try to stop smoking.
you make me extremely happy.
you have a great life going on right now.
you need to do something to change this whole thing up, because it's kind of ridiculous now.
you are a very sweet person.
you are connected to me.
you and i are both alike in so many ways.
you need to get your act together, man.
you are very unique and special, and don't let anyone make you think differently.
you don't need to change.
you should be mentioned again.
you don't talk to me anymore.
you have your chin up, and i'm jealous.
you have gone through a lot, and you are a strong person.
you are silly.
you are very rude, so show off the inside i know you have!

i didn't want to make the text the same colour as the background.

a bunch of people have done things similar to this, but props to emma anyways.

aero bars are awesome.

Every morning when I wake up, I have a new song to sing!

The fact of the matter is, that is true. I constantly woke up last night, and I don't know why. So this morning when I woke up, I was too tired to sing. But I did anyways..if humming counts. My family was sleeping, I'm not THAT annoying that I would wake them up. I started to hum 'Positive' from Legally Blonde the Musical. I started getting ready for the day(I had about 20 minutes until I had to go) and I pulled on my 'Thespians Do It On Stage' sweatshirt. I love it. I haven't worn it since camp, which I miss terribly. But the school year has been pretty good so far, so camp can wait a bit. I still have Jazz Festival and the musical production and other things to look forward to.

I hate when people use the wrong there/their/they're. And your/you're. Also, I strongly dislike when people are writing speech and it looks like this:

"This blog rocks." Erin said.

THAT ISN'T HOW YOU DO IT! Correct way:

"This blog rocks," Erin said.

If you want to make it really cool:

"This blog rocks," Erin stated matter-of-factly as she reached into her metallic purse and pulled out her cell phone to check if she had any missed calls.

Description rules.

According to my yearbook, I rock, I am unstoppable, improv-tastic, travel-sized, the coolest person in the world, awesome, funny, smart, stupid, prettiest, unique, crazy, loud, creative, caring, weird, cool, talented, inspirational, L's daughter, ect. My friends make me happy.


Tuesday, October 7, 2008

best believe the roof off

Today is Tuesday, and I am not going to be at home until about 9:20. I have school until 3:30, and then I have rehersal until 6. Gee, I love rehersals. Yesterday Bev bought some cake for a bunch of us to share! It was actually a pretty good cake. I like to eat, if you haven't gotten used to me mentioning food every blog post. Food and Drinks are not allowed in the computer lab. Anyways, back to my day. After rehersal I have Honour Roll(how did I get on there???) and then I'm going straight from there to my hip hop dance class. Where are you going to eat dinner, you may ask? Well, at school. Before and after rehersal, I shall be snacking on all of my food. I brought a lot. I have a salmon wrap, a chicken burger, grapes(purple AND green), cucumbers, pudding(chocolate), applesauce, trail mix, and water! All that food makes for a fun-filled day! My first class was math. I'm not doing the best on the quizzes and tests, but I'm getting full marks on all of my work. The times that we get the quizzes are always right after we learn what to do(in a lot of people's cases) and I'm never very good at it. Of course, after we finish the quiz, a day or two later, I'm a master skilled divette at the topic we are doing. Why?!

Choir is sounding pretty good. I really want to hear what our songs sound like with the tenors and basses. We are singing His Love Never Fails, Shenandoah, Lacrymosa, and Kom!. We are also working on sight-reading skills. Of course, I sit behind the pole so it blocks my view of the overhead. In Kom! we are supposed to be very happy looking(tehe) and it's fun. I was smiling so much, I just got so giddy that I had to practically choke out my words. Being happy is cool.

You make me feel like a natural woman!

R sang that to me today and it has been stuck in my head ever since. Although, the other song that is stuck in my head isn't much better. You know, Watch How I Do This by KevBlaze. The song is featured in Fred's youtube videos. The lyrics are..different.

I am currently working on an animation where two guys are standing beside a pot of gold(with a rainbow behind them) and then one guy checks his watch and they both talk and blink. It is VERY complex. The guy in the grey says "You stole my girlfriend!" and the other guy checks his watch and says "Well, it's about time..". I'm brilliant beyond brilliant.


Thursday, October 2, 2008

you rock, don't ever change

but i'm happy for you. you're doing the things that you love. and that's all that matters, as long as your living life to it's fullest, and doing something you love.

thanks kristen. you are a dear.

little fights.
little fights started from a simple sentance.
a simple almost 'meaningless' sentance to one person.
it builds.
it builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds.
starting from practically nothing.
it's pretty stupid if you ask me.

If someone makes a small comment, it usually is something that could be taken two ways. For example, somebody saying enough makeup? in a comment on a photograph. It most likely was typed in a joking type of way, but when it is read, it seems like it was just a rude comment. I'm sure that if they heard the person say something out loud that it wouldn't be an issue at all, which is why this is all so ridiculous.

Someone then goes on to bash the person who made that comment, and then it just goes on and on. I personally think that it is dumb to go from a simple comment like the one above, to writing paragraphs about how people are fat and whatnot. I mean, where in the world does that come from? These are actual comments, just altered a bit so that identities aren't spread everywhere.

kay wow. is this all you have to do in life. is sit and comment fucking paragraphs of shit on someones picture. like do you seriously have so few friends and no fucking life that thats all you do in your spare time. like fuck amy go to the gym if you're always this free. like do us all a favor and take the advice!!!. because...we all know you need it. :)

WTF ? are you trying to make me look bad . cause .. i know i didnt start the whole paragraph shit . jess did . like .. yennoh you should shut the fuck up because i dont even talk to you . and me doing something is none of your business . like .. fucking learn how to drop something . and i'll take your fucking advice when you learn how to not be bitch in life . like seriously . learn how to change .

ahahah. amy when will you learn. one, not bitching in life is advice that you should take. and two, you dont need me to make you look bad, you do that all on your own. and quite personally im quite fine with myself without changing, but you on the other hand, well thats a different story.

when are YOU gonna learn ? i left everything and admitted already that what i said in MAY , was rude . and i left everything with your cousin because i dont even know her . and you .. i dont even talk to you and you dont know anything about me anymore . and i dont fucking bitch at people . i know thats your job already . so you should take the advice your trying to give me . okaayy , i know im making myself look bad .. but so are you saying all these other stuff back . well .. if your quite fine with yourself like that .. well than thats good .. i dont care . but if its fine with you being like that .. its fine with me being the way i am . so dont tell me to go to the gym . im perfectly fine of the way i am . so dont tell me to do something .. and i wont tell you to .

seriously caitlyn, thats fucking rude to call someone fat, its not even your business . and seriously , if you don't want people to be commenting bad shit on your pictures, why even bother putting them up? and what do you do ? put on slutty make up and be a whore and start taking pictures of yourself? & yoo, you cant tell someone to do something they don't want to do, amy's perfectly fine the way she is . she's really nice you know , you don't know her that well because right now your being a bitch ass snob . amy's a person who tells things to people straight up, she's honest and you just have to live with it .

good. thats the way i like it. having to hear as little from you as possible!! so good riddance. im glad i had the chance to set you straight.

what the fuck . seriously, tell me HOW you had the chance to set me straight .

i dont see whats slutty about wearing make up or taking pictures of yourself personally and i dont think you do either because you do it to. so dont just randomly try and get into whats going on and then be a fucking hypocrate. like are you guys that fucking dense? and you say its none of my business but where the fuck did you come from. its not really your business either is it? so just stay out of what never involved you.

that goes on for pages.
I barely even know these people, but I'm older than them, and I don't even swear that much. Swearing that much just makes your comments look stupid. I'm not saying anyone is right in this whole shebang, but really. This is just terrible, and stupid. I don't want to talk about it anymore, but I felt like I really needed to put this out and get it out of my system. It is just so bad that people can be so rude over such little things and blow it totally out of proportion.

I am still sick. It's kind of sad. But the good news is, I FINALLY HAD PENNE! You all know that I've been craving it for such a long time, and I finally had it yesterday! They even put in some diced tomatoes. Oh, it was a dream for me. Except that it was real. I have a new mousepad. The old one was so cracked, it's weird to use this new one because it's so slippery compared to what I'm used to.

Oh, and apparently I was the most talked about person after school yesterday. Why am I so popular? Just kidding, because erm..I'm not. I know this one girl who thinks I'm pretty much the best damn thing that she's ever seen, and I'm sorry to say this/break it to her(if she reads this, iunno) or what ever would sound good in this sentance, but I'm not that cool. I mean, I am full of awesome, there's no doubt about that. NERDFIGHTERS FTW! But really, I'm not that awesome compared to all of my friends. They are the awesome ones.

My school got our yearbooks this week. My grade 8 yearbook looks pretty funny compared to this one. I'm not talking about the coverpage or the pages, I'm talking about the comments. In grade 8, I had really short, non-personal comments. All of them were just repeats of the last. This year, I have sincere and funny messages, and they are going to be good for when I look back on my year, because grade 9 was a good year for me. This year is going to be pretty fabulous.

A loved one.

P.S. The title is from Lizzie McGuire(best show ever) and Stephanie wrote that in my yearbook! How cool is she?