I say stuff sometimes...

For instance. I was once quoted as saying that, if it were possible, I would marry Spiderman in a heartbeat. I genuinely meant every word of that.

Also.

I once said that if I could become anyone else in the world, at any time, I would be Audrey Hepburn.

I mean, just look at her. She is legit.

Also.

I once said if I had to choose one food to eat for the rest of my life, it would be chik-fil-a chicken biscuits. Of course, its only a given that this would be accompanied by their Diet Lemonade. Duh.

My gosh. Their food. So good. And there are not NEARLY enough chik-fil-a's in Utah, so I have to get my major fix whenever I go home. Chik-fil-a biscuits are the only food I have ever craved since coming out to school.

Last but not least, If I could pick up and go anywhere in the world today, Where would I go?

Barcelona, Spain.

Yep. I think that about covers the basics.

If you happen to think of something I haven't mentioned yet, throw it at me in a comment and I'll let you know what I would do.

Hmm. Thats catchy. What Would Erin Do. WWED. We could make bracelets.

Then again, it sounds more like a wrestling group.

EH, whatever. we could still make bracelets.

In a female empowerment mood.

This woman was basically amazing.

"I am not interested in money...

I just want to be Wonderful."

-- Marilyn Monroe

HUZZAH!

The Father is perhaps coming to visit The Erin next weekend... woot woot.

I have lots of fun and exciting things planned, like... go grocery shopping. oh joy of joys.

Here's hoping his trial goes as planned and nothing prevents him from popping on over to mormontown for a lil while to jam with his favorite college-student-daughter.

YEAH.

Cool stuff. I like things.

Magpie Lovely $50 Gift Card GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!

I enter blog giveaways kind of constantly... and I have yet to win one. But I have faith. And I keep on keeping on. :D
This one's from Grasgrain Fabulous, a pretty cool sewing/crafty blog.

This one's for Magpie Lovely, a somewhat pricey, for me anyways, but pretty cool online boutique-y kind of thing. I have my eye on the recycled sweater skirt there. Want.

More results and musings of my creeper escapades

Tonight, I was on facebook (of course) creeping on people. As per usual. Whate'er.

Anyways, I was just poking around my own profile page, looking at the list of friends that I have, when I saw a new picture of a guy that I dated a while back.

I had to click, of course.

Keep in mind that being a creeper is not a new things for me, I like to creep every now and then when I get the chance. So even though we haven't dated in over a year, I like keeping tabs of sorts on people so I know whats going on with them.

This guy in particular is quite interesting. He's been through his fair share of girls and girlfriends, including yours truly, of course, along with several others that I know of personally, and probably a couple others that never made it to facebook.

I find this hilarious, to be completely honest.

I remember when we went out for the first time, and he told me that he'd recently broken up with a girl, because things weren't going anywhere and, I quote here, "I'm getting old, and I need to get married."

Yeah. Thats a great thing to tell an 18 year old girl on your first date with her. Good call, buddy.

But eh. I was young an naive (you know, because I was sooo different at 18 than I am at 19) and I didn't think anything of it.

I watched him go through a couple girls in over a year, and each time that 'relationship status' changed, I would laugh a little to myself and think, "Ohh Karma. What a helpful little nugget you are."

In short, I am no hurry to get married, and I find those who are unceasingly amusing.

But thats just me.

woke up this morning feelin like P Diddy

Well. Maybe how P Diddy feels hung over... or just when he's tired and doesn't want to wake up.

Because THATS how I felt this morning.

I like church. A lot. I think it is just grand. There was a great talk today on how we are all different, and how there is no "ideal mormon" out there. It really spoke to me, since I feel like people judge me sometimes for being different. Not to turn this into a pity party or anything. Quite the opposite. haha. I like myself the way I am. A friend of mine was over last night, and he was talking about how girls will a lot of times "fish for compliments," and how he thought that was annoying. I stuck my head into the room and was all, "I don't do that!" And he laughed and said, "Nope, you don't But that's because you have a lot of self-confidence. Which is a good thing."

I am a pretty confident person... and I like that. :D

IN OTHER NEWS:

I curled my hair today, for kicks and giggles. It took a while, but it looks sooOOOooOO gooOOd! to quote teen girl squad.

Let me spin you a tale.

Today, I went dress shopping with my friend who is getting married this summer. It was good fun, and we found a great dress for her and everything. A few hours later, when I got back to my apartment, I made myself some food stuffs, and got to sitting down munching and whatnot, when I decided I was thirsty. I took my sadly empty cup into the kitchen, and opened up the freezer to pop out some ice cubes, since I hate drinking luke-warm water.

So imagine my surprise when I looked into freezer, only to stare at an empty ice shelf, completely devoid of any and all of my ice cube trays.

I was livid.

I'm fairly certain I'm the only person in our apartment who uses the ice cube trays, like, ever.

I vented to one of my roommates about how it was stupid that someone had jacked our ice cube trays, when every single apartment here has at least two of their own. A few minutes later she returned from next door with the missing ice cube trays.

I don't understand why they stole my ice cube trays. There wasn't even any ice in them when they took them.

Basically, it was stressfulllllll.

Quotations

I was looking through my facebook lately, and I saw that I have some really quality quotes on my profile. Allow me to demonstrate:

There comes a time in every man's life when he must look the potato of injustice in the eye.
-Stanley Spadowski

Teach a child to be polite and courteous in the home, and when he grows up, he'll never be able to merge his car onto the freeway.
-Steven Wright

Don't worry about the world coming to an end today because it's already tomorrow in Australia.
-Charlie Brown

You endorsed them? They are fine checks. I support them completely.
-my father

"Who needs World Peace when we have World Like?"
-my mom

Ross: "That girl was a dude"
Becky: "Yeah, you can tell by the hands, or sometimes their feet"
Ross: "Or by the fact that she looks like a dude."

“He that but looketh on a plate of ham and eggs to lust after it hath already committed breakfast with it in his heart”
-CS lewis

"Who peed in his wheaties this morning?"
-Wendy

Mom: If they jumped off a building, would you?
Me: If it looked fun!
Adam: If they had jellybeans!

"What are you, blind? The man is terminally gorgeous!"
-Quantum Leap

Never let a problem to be solved become more important than a person to be loved.
-Thomas S. Monson

"Children in backseats cause accidents; Accidents in backseats cause children."

Its times like this that I really like sharing a bedroom.

Bless her heart. Missy just talked in her sleep again. It was awesome.

This time, she just now literally said “You’re my partner for laptop.”

I thought she’d woken up and I said, “What??”

“You’re my partner for laptop.”

“Missy, what are you talking about, dear.”

“Like, you have a laptop and I have a laptop.”

By now I’m giggling like a maniac. She sounds a little upset and goes “What?”

“Nothing, dear. Go back to sleep.”

“Grunt.”

Love her.

The last time she talked in her sleep, the following conversation ensued:

So she sort of half sat up and was mumbling something. I said, "What? What did you say missy?"

And she goes, *mumble mumble Angel*

What was that, Missy?

"Angel! Tomorrow!"

I’m cracking up now.

“What are you talking about, Missy?”

“It could happen!!”

Then she rolled over and fell asleep once more.

Yeah. I like her.

...i'm really weird.

I was looking through all the pictures on my computer, and I found this in my webcam photo folder. You guys... I'm really, really weird. Exhibit A:

Peppy...?

I've recently been playing around with the idea of becoming a flight attendant.

You may think, wha?? Why? Why would you want to have people whine at you in an enclosed environment, or mop up vomit off the floor, or serve people drinks and junk??

You forget:

I have already worked at a day care, a music store, a Subway franchise, and a veterinarian's office.

Therefore, I've had my turn at serving pissy people food and drinks, being scolded in other languages, and waaaaaaay more than my fair share of cleaning up animal/people barf.

Not to mention I recently found out I'm at nearly the ideal height for a flight attendant.

So I mean, Why not?

Anyways, I've been practicing being "flight attendant peppy" while at work this week, and I think its going fairly well. It makes the time go by faster, and it makes it easier to put up with things I'm frustrated with.

I've also been painting my nails out of the ordinary, super bright colors.

Today was yellow, if you wanted to know.

And let me be the first to tell you; if you surround yourself with really happy, peppy colors, it is just THAT much easier to be happy and peppy. No joke.

So basically, everytime I felt an insult, or anger or frustration coming on, I literaly just looked at my hands and admired my fingernails, and I honestly couldn't help but smile. Not to mention I got several compliments on my 'happy nails' and 'bold choice.'

I like being considered 'Bold.' :)

Pretty much, my day started fabulously and kept going that way. I got everything I needed to done. I even went running tonight outside for the first time in a while. I had tons of energy all day long.

Then again, that whole energy thing may have had a little something to do with the fruit roll-up I ate with breakfast.

Whate'er.

ummmm the BACHELOR???

So kids. who watched the Bachelor last night??

Rozlyn = maaaaaajorrrr DOUCHECAKE.

skank was having an affair with one of the staffers of the Bachelor.

SkizzANK!!!

What a hoe.

Not even a joke.

Makin Changes... and junnnkk

I had to drop my tap class. There were conflicts... yeah.

Anyways, I was really upset yesterday morning before I dropped it, because I felt like I was quitting. Now to be completely honest, it isn't about quitting. I would love to be in the class. The thing is, I don't want to have to take a class that is supposed to be for fun, and be graded on it. I think I should be allowed to do my best, and leave it be, without consequences that, frankly, affect my GPA.

Therefore, I dropped the class.

I was super pissed at myself, etc etc.

Bizarrely enough, the rest of the day went kind of awesome.

I don't know how to explain how I started the day so awfully, and continued it so fabulously; I guess it might have had something to do with the idea that I must have made the right decision to drop the class. Everything just worked out so well for the rest of the day.

So... yep. You never know when a bad day will turn into a great one. :)

Nail Polish Eats My Face.

I feel like this picture describes my mood as of late pretty on the dot.

Meaning I have noooo motivation to do... um, anything, especially be at school.

Also that my face is being consumed by my own hand.

On the bright side, and I do mean bright, my nail polish is looking pretty dang fabulous today.

Lock and Load.

Oh my awesome.

I recently stumbled upon this link to the website titled

The Oatmeal.

((^^This is a link. Click on it.^^))

All you have to do is go and read "5 reasons pigs are more awesome than you."

Guaranteed kicks and giggles, or your money back.

If you didn't know... i'm rad.

I have become officially obsessed with Hyperbole and a Half.

Allie is one of the most HIlarious people i know of.

Thank you, world, for including Allie to make me laugh every now and then.

Srsly. Check her out. You are guaranteed to laugh.

Ratios.

So I had my first day of classes yesterday. Not bad, generally.

Except for one thing.

Ratios.

The ratios of guys to girls in most of my classes is pretty unfavorable for the female set.

For example.

In my second class of Monday, I have intermediate tap dance... with all girls; maybe twenty, 15 total or so. Now, this is only to be expected. I mean, it is tap dance after all.

My third class, Basics of Clothing Construction, is also generally figured to be a girly class. I think there is a single guy in that class, God bless him and his courage.

My last class on Mondays is Spanish 206. You would think that this class would be a bit different from the others here, but there are only two guys in this class as well.

Now I've had every class but one, ASL 101, which is coming up this afternoon. I'm holding out hope that there will be a more even distribution of guy to girl, if simply for the sake of diversity.

We'll see about that.

On the plus side, The Bachelor came on last night!



Let there be much rejoicing.

It was fabulous. I already have favorites and people I hate.
Not to mention, that boy is fiiiiiiiiiiine.
Brittani and I kind of fell in love with him last season during the Bachelorette, so needless to say, we are all kinds of excited.
Let the guilty TV pleasure begin.

It will be a good season. Huzzah.