Dojo?!

Eryn: "What exactly is a dojo?"

Christian: " A what?"

Eryn: "A dojo."

Christian: "...I really have no idea what you're saying."

Eryn: "DOJO"

Christian: "Mojo?"
Eryn: "No! Not mojo. Dojo."

Christian: "What does it start with?"
Eryn: "D."

Christian: "Dodo?"

Eryn: "No! DOJO!"

Christian: "What? What does it start with again?"

Eryn: "A DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE."

Christian: "A B?"

Eryn: "Nooo!!!! *laughing in insane frustration* A D. D. D. D. DEEEEEEEEEEEE. DOJO!"

Christian: ".......as in....?"

Eryn: "DOG!"

Christian: "Dodo!"
Eryn: "DOJO! *at wit's end*"

Christian: "Oh. That's a martial arts training place."

Eryn: "*about to suffer from a heart attack and pass out in frustration* *finally relieved* Thank you! I've had Algebra problems simpler than having you try to figure out what I was saying!"

Christian: "You had an Algebra problem about a dojo?"
Eryn: "NO!"

Encased in the bonds of DARKNESS! UNCHAINED RANTING!

Why?!


What is the purpose...when there is BEAUTIFUL sunlight outside...of shutting the door?! Why? I mean really. I've been in a bleh mood lately; maybe it's because 1. It's always raining and 2. When it's not, and I try to open the door to let in some form of natural light, tis shut almost immediately by the grandparentals! WHY?! I swear, I'm at my wit's end. It's ridiculous. I want out, now.


AAAHAHAHHAHA!


I'm losing my sanity here; the idiosyncratic crap is getting O L D.
Why do some feel compelled to OBSESS over the LITTLEST things?! It makes life hellish for apparently no reason.
Ahh!

*not happy*


I should probably stop dwelling on that which is causing me anger and grief and move on to brighter topics but...


And it's not just the door thing...it's everything. It's not being able to do the tiniest casual things without some sort of consequence. This is not my house; this is my temporary resting place till onward I move. And, believe me, I'm ready to move onward. My immediate family and I are much too laid back to live in an environment under constant scrutiny. To have our lives intuerrupted, to have our everythings criticized, to have to deal with, not unrelenting realism, but unrelenting pessimism. I'm not the kind of person who needs a lot of pessimism in my life. I need optimistic people; I can take care of the pessimism myself when in moods like I am currently. Usually, I state that realism is my game; optimism, however, is to which I am attracted. *long intake of breath* Aarrrrghh.


I just said argh. FEAR MY PIRATE FURY! *draws sword and loads the cannons*
All ye who dare cross me shall answer to the finality of the plank!
AAAaarrrggghhhh



Bleeeehbity! Grrr!

It's times like these when I realize that I get annoyed for almost anything; I hate being like this. I despise it. It means that I take out my annoyance on anyone and everyone; it means that the people who make me the happiest have to deal with me in the unresponsive and unchangingly moody manner. It means I'm more reluctant to answer the phone and strike up a conversation. It means I'm in no way spazzy, in no way fun, in no way anything. I don't think I'm nearly as cool as I was at one point, and that's probably due to constant negative influence of the grandparents and my aggravation at my situation.



I don't know who will read this, if anyone.
But I'm in an odd mood.


I wish I weren't.



HERE ARE SOME PAST DUE SHOUT OUTS:

Chris: I realize I've been in a weird mood lately, and I'm sorry. It's not you, and it's not your ability to make me happy. It's my constant situation, and it's frustration. I don't understand how you still insist your want to talk to me because lately I don't feel at all cool or at all fun or at all spazzy snazzy jazzy. I love you, my Dear, with all the depths of my heart; never forget that. I really wish to see you this weekend. Maybe you can 100% mend my mood (oooh alliteration) in person.

Christian: Hallo my bestest buddy ^_^ I don't even know if you come here anymore, but if you do, you have a shout-out! You have absolutely no idea how bummed out I was when I found out we couldn't go see Epic Movie this weekend. It's been over a month since I've seen you, too, and we have to do something soon. I just want you to know that you're my bestest buddy and I miss ya and can't wait till we can hang out like we used to, and that I hope you recognize my adamant best friendship to you and will rely on me when you're down, <3>

Melissa: Tis my oldest and one of my dearest friends, ElissaMay ^_^ You know how sometimes I feel we're not so close anymore, but then I step back and I think about how we can be hanging out and it'll feel like not a day has passed since middle school. I think that's what true friendship probably entails. But we must schedule some time to do SOMETHING. I miss you just as I miss everyone else, and hopefully we'll be doing something soon. We gotta finish our sequel! Ah! LOL

Shannon: My dearest and one of my most faithful blog readers! Tis Shannon! ^_^ It's been an insane amount of time since last we saw each other, an insane amount of time since last we verbally spoke, and it's been an EXTREMELY insane amount of time since last we really hung out. But you're still always there, and vice versa, and for that I'm thankful. In the future, we'll hang out, spaz out, and such, and it'll be great. Till next we speak, Bert! :D









Funky Love Forever,
Eryn

More photos!

I just cannot help myself...



Me and Chris and Christian.
My two FAVORITE guys.
I love them a bunch.



Me in my dress. How do I look?



Tis how much I love Chris and top hats and monocles and the suchlike.



Burger King's awesome chicken nuggets!



:D I love Zoolander...

Photo-palooza!

Dammit...the new Blogger has it to where I cannot see pictures, only code. But I know one of the pictures is of my die (singular of dice) ring, this mysterious red dot on my hand, me and Phil proclaiming our love for Chris, me just looking annoyed, and a cute little cartoon, I believe.

Alrighty-o, a post for Chris ^_^

Considering that Chris, mi amor eterno asombroso, was the only one to comment on my previous posts, and considering that I found out a bit of time ago that I have a habit of barely making mention of him in my blogs, this post is dedicated to my Senor Punch and to my Senor Punch alone. ^_^ Who actually just got on Yahoo after I sent him a text message saying how annoying he is. :D Chris, if you're reading this, I love you very much *big innocent totally forgivable smile*


Hmmm....I just realized that I don't have much to say. Well, I mean, I do. But, I'm talking to Chris and have a slight headache. And anything I would put here would be about my day, and twould only be read by Chris, and I would rather tell him about my day through Yahoo or telephone.



They won't let me open the door
And I know not how much longer I can take this form of oppression
"Basking in the shadows of the living room as it stands, my soul curls into its deepest corners as its wants - and hopes -for the light of the sun grow, and, as a candle's cautiously flickering flame under the powerful droplets of water, they are quickly diminished."


I wore my hair differently today
And I must say that I enjoyed it
Although when I asked Zach and Jamie how it looked, they said it looked the same.
But it was considerably easier to deal with.
And I didn't feel as though I was frying it.


Right. So,
People with Myspace
You can have more than 16 pictures now
Actually, you can have as many damn photos as you want.
BUT
Please
Pleeeeeease
Don't put up like a 10 pages of pictures of just you from a zillion angles varying by like one degree
It's annoying and makes it seem like you're full of yourself.
Actually, you know what, do what you want.
I'm just ranting at the momentary annoyance.
Arggh.


I'm hungry. I want a quesadilla, dammit, but I know I won't be getting a quesadilla that that's a soul-crushing thought. *Quesadilla deprivation*
I think after this I'm going to do a photo post.


Over and out and on to the photos!


Love
Eryn