Fat Cats = Cuddly Cats

Yes, I know what thoughts are running through your head upon your eyes glancing along this page and seeing words that have previously flown from my brain to my fingertips to the keyboard to the computer screen before you. Can it be? Can the infamous blogaholic [I find that word quite to my liking] possibly have returned to her normal state of being in which she so addictively rushes to the computer each day with news of her travels to report to her fellow humanoids and the occasional AI that happens to scan over this web page?

Well, I'm not entirely sure about that, but I am indeed here once again... although it has happened to have been awhile since last I wrote... to fill this page with random findings of myself. I know you missed me, so exclamations of joy and wonder are really not necessary. Having said that, they are welcomed.

You may be wondering what has lead me to this page again. What event, so significant and stirring, has lead our Blogging Queen to her Blogger Dashboard once again?

Tis simple. On this the day of June 2nd at a time nearing that of 3:30 in the PMular hours, I came to the realization that I had not much to do but wearily drift through the endless pages of the infamous internetial fiend known as Myspace. The sadness of fact came upon me as I soon acknowledged that, as I scoured the Myspace pages as I so often do with a blank expression upon my countenance, my Blogger Dashboard sat gathering metaphorical dust, banished to the section of my History reserved for pages that had not been visited in months. Realizing that I was in one of my eloquent rambling moods, I quickly typed in the site and rushed to my "Create Post" page. Returning to this familiar setting, a sensation of comfort weighed over me as I remembered all the times that this screen has served as a welcoming [also metaphorical] ear for my adventures. Upon this point in time, I humbly submit to it my apologies of its temporary abandonment and hope to make amends by not making myself a stranger for any longer.

Having said that, I shall now confess an issue that is heavily weighing down upon my mind, an issue so ridden with guilt.. it shall haunt me for most likely the next twenty minutes. Entering the living room after a brief visit to my chambers, I noticed mi madre's slightly large feline friend resting in slumber upon the couch. Having had my persona excited by this sight, having had it affect me as a major happy making machine, I edged over to the sleeping beast with my hand extended. Around this point in time, he was mildly shaken from his doze to stretch and yawn, a feat that I myself recognize to be quite enjoyable and all with the causing of happyness. In the midst of his yawn, which one could clearly tell he was enjoying, he sensed the presence of my rapidly aproaching hand and was rudely jolted from his yawn. Alas! He did not get to finish! Upon seeing his bewildered and confuzzled expression, a tsunami of pity, regret, and shame washed over me as I realized that I had clearly interrupted the yawn of such a cuddly feline friend. *covers her face in anguish and absolute disgust with herself*

Another thing I realized today is that I have a habit of responding to my DDR game...

That's probably not a very good thing. I attempted a song on Heavy mode at a time whenst my all was not put into the motions of dance! Therefore, my attempts at half-heartedly passing the Heavy song were futile. Upon my failing this song in mid dance action, the screen revealing my low grade appeared, and the mysterious voice of the DDR narrator or such drifted from my teley's speakers into my ears, tauntingly questioning, "Did you do your best?" Not fully aware of what I was doing, I shrugged my shoulders and said, "No.. not really."A few moments later, an appearance of comprehension and disbelief filled me as I knew... I had just answered my DDR game.

Today I've been left to my own devices by the parentals as together they rendezvous at a place outside of our abode. This makes me uber happy on the inside for seeing mi parentals frolic on their own without restrictions of children is very nice for them. They do much much for moi and mi hermano. Their outings are well deserved.

Today my Darling Senor Punch is currently at a movie theatre in the city of Lafayette as the cinematic loveliness entitled Pirates of the Caribbean 3: At World's End passes before his eyes. I'm quite anxious to know his opinion on this movie for I know him to be a fan of the first movie of le trilogy, but quite opposed to its first sequel. Time shall tell. Ironically enough, I just received a text from my dear friend Kayla requesting my presence at the Cinematic Arena of Columbia at a time later designated for the evening time of this day to view Pirates of le Caribbean Tres. Whether or not I shall go, again, time shall tell.

I think I might do the whole shout-out thing but I'm not entirely sure who would read theirs. I'm thinking I shall do three: Senor Punch, McSexyPants, and Bert.

Senor Punch: My Love! Hola! ^_^ I know you like whenst I post so hopefully this entry was to your liking. I missed posting so :D Anywayses, I loveth you very muchness. What here shall I put? Did I ever tell you that the mental picture and remembrance of you doing the whole "Uh. Beetle Bug" thing causes me to smiley very biglike? ^_^ Thank you for doing air guitar for moi on le webcam earlier. If I find that later I cannot get in touch with you, please know that the first thing I'll assume is that you're off with a banana. LOL

P.S. You have some lovely comments waiting for you on Myspace, as always. Sorry.

McSexyPants: Mi bestest buddy :D Our late night conversation yesterday made me uber happiness and twas all with the Eryn being tiredness and laughing at almost anything. I cannot wait until next we arrange a rendezvous. I think soon I'm going to try to get in touch with Da Bank and Wendell to arrange a spazathon. Doesn't that sound cool? Spazathon. I miss them so. I really do need to call them back.... We both know I'm not very good at that... and they don't have text or IM soo... :D I <3>

Bert: Eep! My dearest Bert, my faithful little blog reader, how I miss thee! Seeing you at the Chalmette High graduation was a very large happy making machine, and not much can top the expression of surprise that passed over your face when first you spotted me in the crowds. That picture of us shall forever grace my Myspace, considering that tis one of the only ones of us that I have. Please get online soon so we can talk! I miss you uber muchleness. I loveth thou!

You know what makes me happy?

How they know have organic pizza in the frozen pizza aisles. I mean, you'd expect such a thing at the ever-amazing Whole Foods Market, but when a Whole Foods Market is nowhere in sight and you're left to buy your food stuffs at the local Wal-Mart or Winn Dixie, seeing the lovely words "Organic" written across it. I think eating organic foods is such a comfort. I'm sure at least one of you is wondering, but...

Organic food "is produced according to certain production standards. For crops, it means they were grown without the use of conventional pesticides, artificial fertilizers, human waste, or sewage sludge, and that they were processed without ionizing radiation or food additives. For animals, it means they were reared without the routine use of antibiotics and without the use of growth hormones. In most countries, organic produce must not be genetically modified"

I... just thought you guys might like to know that.

All of my snazzy jazzy love.

Tootles.

Eryn

Mmmm Honey Graham Life *cringe*

At this current moment in time, I'm consuming some of what is called Honey Graham Life cereal; I must say that my relationship with this cereal is odd. I cringe sometimes whilst eating it, but I still love it? Oh, Eryn and her love/hate cereal relationships :D While we're on the subject of edible stuffs I'd like to bring into attention these... I really don't know what they're actually called but I seem to remember the bag saying they were Strawberry Milkshake Oreos. I have actually, in spite of my better judgment and pick-uliar tastes, have tried them; I think I have no comment. They're so good and so horrible at the same time. I don't know.

The other day I received quite the disappointment in le foodular sense. I saw that we had Lucky Charms, and, naturally, I made myself a bowl. Now, the thing Eryn loves most about Lucky Charms is the crunchy marshmallows. Even when they've been in the milk for 10 minutes, they're still supposed to be crunchy! But no. I had a defective box. As soon as the marshmallows would hit the milk, they would dissolve into this gooey mess of nastyness. Twas not a happy making machine.


I miss my blogging days but I'm not sure what precisely to write about; I suppose I just need to get back in the swing of things. Does everything have a swing? Is it all the same sort of swing? I love swings. I went to go get on the swings at the CA playground the other day... but they were tiny, and my hips are apparently not. I managed to stay on for about 4 minutes but the whole "chain-digging-into-my-side" thing wasn't very fun, so I surrendered to sitting on the grass. Who of my dear readers would like to accompany me to the playground? I assure you tis very fun-ness :)
Anyways, as I was going to say before I got off topic about swings, the only reason I've started this post is because I've gotten comments and such from Chris pleading for posts, and, upon seeing his latest blog entry, the last few words were, "Eryn, put up new posts" or something of the matter.
So voila.
Here I am.

I suppose I could tell you about yesterday, for yesterday was actually interesting.
Where should I begin?
I suppose the awakening of le Eryn would be a good spot to begin. You see, I had slept on the couch, and I had slept late, so it was past 11 and people were bothering me to get up and dressed. [I don't know why, but for some reason I find that I sleep better on the couch then I do on my bed. But, naturally, I get the most nagged at for sleeping on the couch because my grandparents are anal. Not anal, really, more like A N A L. Which is different because the latter is more bold and INYOURFACEish.] Anywho, I got up and did the showering thing and then got dressed and yada yada yada. Oh. I injured my poor index finger on my... left hand, and twas because of my accursed fake nail. [I find it so ironic that at other times I had gotten fake nails with the wish for them to stick around for long periods of time and after a week and a half they had broken off, but, now, I had gotten these fake nails for one night and one night only (Prom) and they're clinging to my nails like a desperate man hanging over a valley of piranas, rabid dogs, and sharp pointy things would cling to a rope or such. Bleh] Anyways. Moving along, I left le abode and headed out to Hattiesburg. First myself, los parentals, and mi hermano arrived at Applebee's which made me all with the happyness for Applebee's is the epitome of cool. I mean, have you seen the walls in that place? They're full of movie memorabilia and the like. Which makes Eryn want to dance. Ooh, and they have tall tables. Which no one in my little group likes to sit at [bleh bleh bleh we're Eryn's little group and we want a booth bleh bleh bleh LOL Jokingness] but oh well. Anywho. I think I had another point to make...? *ponders* Oh yes. Well, when we arrived yesterday, the booths were all full so we got a tall table :D I remember they used to have tall tables at Espresso's. Does anyone remember those? I used to always go grab them. Anywayses there was another point besides that one... oh. I was placed at a table directly across from a poster of Captain Jack Sparrow *big doofy smile*. Anyways, so I participated in the consumption of Applebee's made foods and it was all with the goodness. I had then decided that I wished to travel to Best Buy to blow some money. So upon arriving at Best Buy, I was like, 'Alright. I'm not spending more than $20." LOL Yeah, okay. Eryn in Best Buy. Less that $20. HA. When I rang up, the total was $75.91. LOL But, but, but... I think that I did alright on the matter. You see many of these movies that I purchased were ones that I had so previously had before Lady Katrina, and others were movies for which I'd wished for the longest of times. Of course by now you're dying of suspense and curiosity to find out which movies made it into my purchase, no? Well, unlike how tis that I did to Chris, I'll just tell you. I purchased The Matrix, Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure, Anchorman, Office Space, and The Princess Bride. Oh, and I also got some new [and louder! *dance*] headphones for the Lyra. Actually, the headphone shopping wasn't fun, simply for the fact that I made the mistake of telling a "sales associate" what twas that I was looking for. I got a ten minute account of his headphone history, followed up by crafty sales pitches and such. Naturally, he showed me the $99 and $40 headphones. I, however, waited till he gave up and walked off, and then I grabbed the $13 ones ^_^ I was looking at the I-Pods and MP3 players, and it dawned on me that all of the available ones at Best Buy are either all 2GB or I-Pods [which are 30 or something GB]; my Lyra is 5GB, and tis almost full. Now, I'm now in the market for something with more memory. However, I shall not....SHALL NOT...stoop to the lowest levels of I-Pod purchasing. 1. Everyone has those accursed little creatures and 2. I hate their set-up. That little wheel..... *angry face*. So anywayses I got far off topic. Where was I? Yes yes. So I *stops her narrative to sneeze twice and awaits to see many "God Bless You"s posted in comments* then travelled with le familia to drop my padre and brother off at the manly hair cutting place. No, no, I do not mean a barber. This place is called "Sports Clips" or something, and it's all decked out with...sports...stuff....I don't know. It has a really lovely massive teley in the waiting spot, but it's always on some sort of game, and the back-hair-cutting-area is set up kind of like a locker room, only cleaner, nicer, and less with the bad smellness. And all the hair cutting people are girls and they're dressed like referrees. [*irrelevant issue* My grandpaternalparental just took his dog for a walk; as usual, she comes back in the house and SMELLS. It's quite bad. Like.... eyes watering and choking kind of bad. Anyways--] So then myself and my madre went to "Dress Barn" to find the accursed white dress and--

*gasp*
My readers have not yet been informed as to the hideous requirement that is the white dress.
Apparently, at the hellish association entitled Columbia Academy, a senior is required to participate in the ceremony known as "Vespers." Apparently, all this is made up of is the seniors passing candles to the juniors. Ooh. Quite fascinating and definitely such a crucial part of my high school development; I feel so very inclined to willingly and happily participate in such an event. *sarcasm* Either the best or the worst part of such a ceremony [depending on whether or not sarcasm is present in the declaration of the time] is the fact that all the girls must wear white dresses. W H IT E D R E S S E S. I mean, this is Eryn here. Come on, can you really see it? It's horrible. Even worse is the fact that they expect us to wear these aforementioned white dresses at Graduation. Now, Eryn had previously planned to wear her skulls and roses Hot Topic dress to graduation but noooo. They won't be having that. The only time I had ever maybe thought I might wear a white dress was perhaps my wedding. But nooo. So anyways...

[Re-enter narrative at this point] At "Dress Barn", I found three all-white dresses. The first one I tried on was liked by mi maternal parental whilst I found it "okay." The second was more slighly hippie-ish looking and liked very very much so by myself. Upon its tryingonness, I declated it to be "The One". By "The One", I do not mean the love of my life and soulmate, for that would be odd, but simply that twas to be the dress I was wearing to Vespers. For no reason, apparently, I tried on the third dress, which isn't really important because twas [because and twas rhyme] hideous. So, anywho, shockingly enough, I found my dress in less than 20 minutes of actual shopping. Tis pretty cool though; my Graduation/Vespers dress was the second one I tried on, my CA Prom dress was found by accident in August, and my EHS prom dress was the fourth dress I tried on. Perhaps I'm finally getting better at realizing what will look decent on me. Anyways, I next travelled to the mall where my father and brother had to find what they are to wear to my graduation; much to my happyness, I discovered my good amigo Zach to be hanging out with his people in the mall arcade so I quickly took my leave from le family to hang with them. There, I was introduced to Zach and Dustin's girlfriends and also to many other random people along the way. There was talking and watching of the DDR playing and chasing Eryn with saliva covered fingers and such. Eryn then travelled to Hot Topic where she..


I feel I have to make a point here.
Does anyone besides me find it so very sad that society feels it necessary to put places for debit/credit cards on coke machines? I find it so very sadness.
Anyway.

At Hot Topic...

Okay for some reason I've just lost the will to finish recounting my day. It's boring.

Anywho.

What should I put here?
I'm trying to think of things to ramble about?
I think I'm going to write someone a letter on all post-its soon. I'll probably just scramble them up and put them in there and wish the person the best of luck in figuring out the letter. Muy funness, no? :)

10 days left of school! ^_^ *dance* I just don't know what I'm going to do with myself afterwards. Hopefully there will be much friend seeing in my future.
Yes yes.


Alrighty, I'm going to stick some song lyrics here and then finish this thing up.

"Beautiful Girls" by Van Halen.

This is a fun song :)

She was seaside sittin, just a smokin and a drinkin on ringside,

On top of the world, oh, yeah.

She had her drink in her hand; she had her toes in the sand and whoa,

What a beautiful girl, ah, yeah.

What a sweet talkin honey with a little bit of money can

Turn your head around.

Creatures from the sea with the look to me like shed like to fool around.

What a snappy little mammy gonna keep her pappy happy

And accompany me to the ends of the earth, ah, yeah.

Here I am, aint no man of the world, no.

All I need is a beautiful girl.

Ah, yeah! beautiful girls.

Well, Im a bum in the sun and Im having fun.

And I know you know I got no special plans.

All the bills are paid. I got it made in the shade,

And all I nee, nee, need is the woman. [Understand?]

What a sweet talkin honey with a little bit of money can

Turn your head around.

Creatures from the sea with the looks to me like shed like to fool around.

Here I am, aint no man of the world, no

All I need is a beautiful girl.

Ah, yeah! beautiful girls.

Now, Im a seaside sittin, just a smokin and a drinkin;

Im ringside, on top of the world.

I got a drink in my hand; I got my toes in the sand.

All I need is a beautiful girl

.Here I am, aint no man of the world, no.

All I need is a beautiful girl.

Ah, yeah! beautiful girls.

Ah, yeah! beautiful girls


"Yamada. It's like Ramada...with a Y." [Mm hmm. That was the last thing I said.]

Alrighties then, my dearest faithful blog readers.

Tootles and much funky love.

Remaing your ever-snazzy jazzy narrator,

Eryn

All I've got is a photograph.....but it's not enough x_x

My Prom

This only took about 10 tries.

Mm.

Smoochums.

Friends are there to pick you up when you're just standing around.

Chris, if you're reading this, I love you with all of my heart.

Gotta photograph, picture of.. PASSION KILLER [you're too much]

Chris' Prom :D

We clean up nice.

L<3VE

Muah.

Thank you.

Bennigans.

Photograph [I don't want your....] Photograph.

Well, frankly, my Dear, I don't give a damn if you want my photograph or not because either way I'm posting them here :D

Lovely.

Oh. O_o

So color differential.

Hehehe.

^_^

Pimper duckie!

My little happy spaz group.

It's like grass seed on steroids!

Christian: Christian wants to add Hillary Clinton on myspace

Christian: LOL

Christian: xD

Christian: they have something that says

Eryn: are u serious lol

Christian: "I'm not only voting for Hillary, SHE'S MY FRIEND!"

Eryn: LOL

Eryn: thats HILLARYous AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHHH

Eryn: lol

Eryn: get it?

Christian: LOLOLOL

Christian: :D

Christian: That's awesome!!!!!!

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

Don't Treat Me Bad!

I never thought you'd hurt me
I guess you live and learn
That when you're playin' with fire you're bound to get burned
I've been mistreated, I've been used before
I get kicked in the face still I come back for more

But I won't cry no more 'cause the tears are all in vain
We can pick up the pieces and start it all again
Let's just get back to the way it was before
Oh, I can't take anymore


Baby, don't treat me bad
Well, this could be the best thing that you'll ever have
Baby, don't treat me bad
(Well) you can do anything, but baby, don't treat me bad
Oh, don't treat me bad

I gave it everything, but you threw it all away
I can't take anymore of these games that you play
I've been through heartache and I've been through pain
And it's hard to believe you still treat me this way


But I won't cry no more 'cause the tears are all in vain
We can pick up the pieces and start it all again
Let's just get back to the way it was before
Oh, I can't take anymore



^_^ It's stuck in my head and I needed to share! Eep! ^_^

Twas the last song I heard before leaving my Uncle's house.


HeheheI believe I'm mildy out of it; kinda have that feeling where it's like you're walking in a dream, you know?

Might as well face it...

...I'm addicted to S{L}o{O}A{V}P{E}S. LOL Well, not entirely but my mother has them on and seeing as how I know the characters and the story line I'm getting all into it. (Eryn keeps saying loudly, "Jonathan and Tammy are getting it on in the barn!" At one point as soon as I said this my younger brother sat down and said, "Hmm...maybe I should leave." and got up and left.) Actually, about 5 seconds ago Eryn actually got out of her chair, jumped up and down, threw her hands in the air, and shouted, "YES!" because....well, I'm sure that unless you're a Guiding Light fan you won't care about the turn of events taking place within the plotline. *giggle*




I'm in quite a good mood today and I haven't the foggiest clue as to why. Well, let me rephrase that. I know why, I'm just surprised it didn't kick in as strongly yesterday. I started my day off by taking a shower in which I sang and in my opinion I think that's bound to elevate your mood or at least signal that your mood has already been elevated. I was thinking about whether or not I has "woken up on the right side of the bed" but then I realized that my bed is way too tiny to even have a side so I ruled that out.



What should I write about? Hmm... I want Chinese food. I haven't had Chinese food in quite awhile....at least since Homecoming weekend. [Good times, good times *smiles* *conjuring memories*] However my mom is not quite willing to bring me to the place to receive edible food stuffs from the place of Chinese food.


My grandparents have taken their leave for the day, and the amount which this pleases me is so insane-o funky that tis off the charts! However, I do believe that they took with them their phone of the cellular type; oh well, they're gone. Eryn considers herself a pretty laid back person who typically tends to go with the flow but when people take each thing and turn it into a battle over nothing, it tends to provoke the pushing of her buttons and such.


My mom just put on "Hollaback Girl" which makes me insanely happy! Typically not our type of music but for some reason this song makes us insane-o funkily happy. It's not just gonna have been like that cuz I ain't no hollaback girl! Wooooot

Anywayses I suppose I'll be ending this meanlingly blog post now. ^_^

Peace, Love, and Funky Baby Dancing Penguins,
Eryn

Merry [e a r l y] Christmas!

Feliz Navidad!

Eryn's got funky skills :D

Does this work?

Well I previewed it and apparently it does work...

Like my picture? I do.

I wanna hypnotize you, Baby, on the telephone...

Ah it's a random Eryn post!

I should say random Eryn things!

Kinky!

Penguin!

Love!

Penguin love?! Love of the penguins! Tis like March of the Penguins...with loooove!

Can you feel the love tonight?! The...PENGUIN...love?!

Coughity cough cough

Germ fest! Coughing is a germ fest! Not GERM-X, mind you. GERM FEST! Tis the arch-enemy of Germ-X

Penguin tribe of penguin love!

Big tap dancing pimps!

Big tap dancing MIME pimps!

ERYN, MIME PIMP!

Always keeping the pimp hand strong!

Woot woot woot

What kind of a rollercoaster is a love rollercoaster? I hope it's not like the old Megazeph at the former Six Flags New Orleans. Because that's like a love rollercoaster of CRAP.

Crap, I say!

I have a joke for you guys!


You ready for this...?

You know you're all like, "Ahh I do believe that the eternal death of my soul shall swiftly be upon me if Eryn is not to speak of this joke in a time that is soon!"
Actually more like, "So..yeah...what's the joke?"

(Whenst I'm typing fast, I almost screw up 'eternal' and 'internal'. That's very much so not the same things. Not at all. Because if someone's in the hospital and they ask the doctor what's wrong with them and the doctor says "Eternal bleeding" that's WAY different. Or if you're saying you love someone and you're like, "I love you internally." LOL For some reason that makes me laugh. *Note to Chris* I love you internally. Hehehehe :D )

Hmmmm....maybe I shouldn't tell you! I'll let the anticipation build up until you're freaking out and then have like a joke ambush! Crouching tiger, hidden joke!

Ok ok, I'd never do that to you guys (*raises eyebrow* Those who know be better know that I definitely would but anywayses that's not the point *raises OTHER eyebrow* Or is it...?)

What language does a billboard speak?

....You ready for this...?

This is a very random post but anywho.

Candace got AIM!

Aaand...is not on...

Beep

Beep Beep

Beep Beep Beep

Beep Beep

Beep

(If you turn your head sideways, tis a pyramid of Beep!)



SIGN LANGUAGE!

AHHHHH! Get it?! Sign language...because...it's.....a sign....!
That took so long to get out the punch line that you probably forgot the joke.

Tootles

KatiekatiekatiekatieOH*MY*GOODNESS*katiekatiekatiekatie

Kay so Katie's over

*hallelujah chorus*

And she's all, "Blah blah blah you didn't say anything about me in your blog blah blah blah" (Even though I've got like a bajillion pictures of her, right?)

SO this post is all about Katie and I think this is a bad idea because when my brother found out he's like "I want a post about me!" and whilst he asked I was choking with the coughingness so it was like...

"I want a post about me!"
"*cough cough cough cough* *pops up lung* *cough cough cough cough* *stops for a split second* *cough* no"

Anyways


K A T I E!

Katie's my spaztastic 14 year old cousin who is just as weird as me but in a different way so when you put us together it's like a mesh of two types of weird. Blah blah blah Katie Katie Katie blah blah blah. Katie loves emos. (Eryn says this aloud to see the reaction and hears "I do not! Well...yes I do.") Eryn doesn't like emos. But that's okay. This weekend, Katie gave Eryn an army jacket, and for this, Eryn loves Katie very much. Then Eryn went and said mean things to Katie and Katie threatened to take back the jacket. And Eryn was all with the Katie love. Yay Katie Love! Today, Katie and Eryn were sitting there in the same car text messaging each other. Katie and Eryn decided that they were losers. Yay losers!

(*At this moment in time, Eryn stops and turns to Katie and asks, "Is this enough?"
To which Katie replies, "I guess.")

End Katie Post.

Penguin Love? *ponders* Penguin Love!

Last night I went to see Happy Feet, and you wouldn't believe the amount of times where it looked like they were about to break out into penguin love :D But yes yes

Tis one of those moments where I'm tired for no reason and bored for the apparent ones. No one's on AIM, Yahoo won't even load and if it did, twould be to no purpose, and Dr. Phil's on... and the sad thing is that I actually do have the option of changing it, but there's nothing else on. Well, Seinfeld is on but for some reason its quite static-ish and such. Anyways...

Do you know what I realized yesterday? I'm afraid of those killer whale/orca things. Did anyone reading this ever see the movie Free Willy? There's this part in that movie where they're trying to get the whale out of the tank thingie and the water level is all with the droppingness and they've got to get this net thing around the whale, and, for some reason, ever since the days of my early childhood, it has really freaked me out. So yesterday I'm watching Happy Feet and they have this part with two killer whale/orca things and halfway through the scene, I realize that I'm cringing and sinking lower and lower into my seat. So then I was like "Hmmm...yeah....killer whales scare me..." and I'm sitting there mumbling "....I don't like whales.....and....yeah, I..... really don't like whales". Then that got me started thinking on this whole thing like "Save the whales....would I really WANT to save the whales? I want to save most the animals but whales....really?" and then I realized that whales are living things too and I'm rather sure that I would want to save them.... maybe not me PERSONALLY. I'll help FUND to save the whales. Or...something. But then again, snakes are living things too but I'd take a hatchet to a snake. Wait...no I wouldn't because that would mean that I'm in the immediate vicinity of the snake and I wouldn't like that and were I in the immediate vicinity of a snake with a hatchet I'd probably be so freaked out that my aim would be horrible and I'd lose a foot or something and the snake would be like "Ha! You cut off your foot!" and I'd be like "Ah! I cut off my foot! Help!" Aaaand....I'm rambling....

So anyways

Yeah... I don't know what I'm saying anymore. We were in Hot Topic today and I swear we heard someone shout out "Eryn!" and we looked around but didn't find anyone and yeah ok so there's definitely more than one Eryn in the world but still... x_x Twas annoying.

I'm going to do the thing where I put the song lyrics...

Woot woot woot

There's so many things I like about you,
I just don't know where to begin.
Ah..okay, well...
I like the way you look at me with those beautiful eyes...
I like the way you act all surprised...
I like the way you sing along...
I like the way you ALWAYS get it wrong..
I like the way you clap your hands...
I like the way you LOVE to dance...
I like the way you put your hands up in the air...
I like the way you shake your hair...
I like the way you like to touch...
I like the way you stare so much...
But most of all...
Yeah...
Most of all...
I like the way you move

Bang! Bang! A knock on the door
Another big bang and you're down on the floor
Oh no, what do we do?
Don't look now but I lost my shoe

Mommy's alright,
Daddy's alright,
They just seem a little weird...
SURRENDER, SURRENDER,
But don't give yourself away...

Black night, black night,
I dont need black night,
I cant see dark night.
Maybe Ill find on the way down the line
That Im free, free to be me.
Black night is a long way from home

Baby, don't treat me bad,
This could be the best thing that you ever had..

She said, "Don't gimme no lines,
And keep your hands to yourself!"

Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlight people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night

Running over the same old ground.
What have we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

If start me up
Give it all you got
You got to never, never, never stop
Never, never
Slide it up

Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the right,
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.

Shout, shout, let it all out (let it all out)
These are the things I can do without
Come on, I'm talking to you, come on
And when you've taken down your guard
If I could change your mind, I'd really love to break your heart
I'd really love to break your heart

The king called up his jet fighters
He said you better earn your pay
Drop your bombs between the minarets
Down the casbah way

So no one told you like was gonna be this way?

I spent a lifetime waiting...
Always hesitating...
Until you.






That's all for now
Stay funky


{Eryn}

Spazapalooza

Here's some pics from this weekend of me and my spaztastic cousin, Katie




I love my stockings



On the moldy swing



On Uncle Randy's four wheeler



Again on the four wheeler



Oooh look at Eryn, being cliche



This is just one of those "Awww" pictures



Again with the aww-ness



Hardcore gangsta



"Don't look at the light!"
"I can't help it....it's so beautiful..."

YOU ONLY GET WHAT YOU GIVE!

I really like the song. It's different and I LOVE IT!

"You Get What You Give Lyrics"
by The New Radicals

Wake up kids
We've got the dreamers disease
Age 14 we got you down on your knees
So polite, you're busy still saying please
Fri - enemies, who when you're down ain't your friend
Every night we smash their Mercedes - Benz
First we run and then we laugh till we cry
But when the night is falling
And you cannot find the light
If you feel your dream is dying
Hold tight
You've got the music in you
Don't let go
You've got the music in you
One dance left
This world is gonna pull through
Don't give up
You've got a reason to live
Can't forget you only get what you give
Four a. m. we ran a miracle mile
Were flat broke but hey we do it in style
The bad rich
God's flying in for your trial

This whole damn world can fall apart
You'll be ok follow your heart
You're in harms way
I'm right behind
Now say youre mine

Fly high
What's real can't die
You only get what you give
Just dont be afraid to leave
Health insurance rip off lying FDA big bankers buying
Fake computer crashes dining
Cloning while they're multiplying
Fashion mag shoots
With the aid of 8 dust brothers Beck, Hanson
Courtney Love and Marilyn Manson
You're all fakes
Run to your mansions
Come around
We'll kick your ass in!
Don't let go
One dance left

{unsaid lyrics from liner}
Championed by a soulless media misleading
People unaware they're bleeding
No one with a brain is believing
It's so sad you lost the meaning
Never knew it anyway
Human natures so predictable
I'm a fool to do your dirty work whoa, whoa

What can I say?

I have acquired internet again! Tis very much happy making machine-ness and it is not AOL slowness anymore which is why I'm thinking posts shall occur more and more frequently and... yeah...

Let's see... I've been sick all week. On the day which was called Saturday of last week I awoke to find myself in a state of misery which consisted of coughing and a throat that is sore. I tried to ignore these things for the sake of a rendezvous with my bestest buddy Christian on the following day of Sun; however, this turned out to be one of those rare times where ignoring whatever sickness I had was not a good idea. Being the genius I am, I bundled up in some outfit, my Pink Floyd beanie, my trench coat, and my combat boots (*happiness*) and headed out to face the day at such establishments as Wal-Mart and *cringes at the thought of having acually stepped foot in the place* Piggly Wiggly. Inbetweenst these two visits I rode in the truck with my grandparentals (avid smokers). Of course, as would be expected, cigarette smoke agitated my coughing, but were the firey smoking death sticks extinguished for the sake of my health and the consideration of others? Of course not. Anyways, at Wal Mart I was able to print out my pictures from my birthday and my birthday outing at the mall with Chris, Melissa, and Wendell (which I loved and had much much fun at :D ) Anywayses, you know how it's frequently said (probably somewhere else in this blog) that when you look like crap you're going to run into people you know? Yeah...that's way true; Saturday, whilst my ensemble was of utmost top quality in regards to my own sense of fashion as well as warmth, my face was that of blatant annoyance (with my ailments as well as the remainder of the population not affected with it) and for probably the only time in my life I looked slightly intimidating (because that's the effect trench coats and combat boot things have upon the remainder of a person's appearance). Anywayses, case in point, I ran into people from my science class and they were like, "Hi." *run away*. :D (Note the smiley face? I put that after I mentioned how the people ran away. You'd think that wouldn't be...) But yes yes so I went home and blah blah blah FELL ASLEEP (Okay, there's a reason that's caps locked in the way as if it is way important is because Eryn NEVER falls asleep during the day. NEVER. Even when I was but a small child, my mother had to take hours out of her busy schedule to make me go to sleep. Now it's an ability I just flat-out lack. I mean seriously. Like, I even know why. For some really weird reason, I'm afraid that if I take a nap or something, I'm going to miss some big momentous event or something.) Anyways so yeah. That was day numero uno of my sickness.

The following days of sickness were of the same patterns altogether. Waking up, taking of numerous medications (two antibiotics, Dayquil in the AM, Nyquil in the PM, four different types of cough medicine--not at the same time--, and Tylenol on occasion), and watching so many movies it hurts. Let's see, there was Lord of the Rings, The Wedding Singer, Beetlejuice, As Good as It Gets, Spaceballs, Revenge of the Sith, Empire Strikes Back, Return of the Jedi, Sleepy Hollow, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Big Fish, John Tucker Must Die, and so many episodes of Friends that I should know the dialogue. Oh! I had a fever! You might be thinking to yourself, "Really? No duh, you were sick." But I almost NEVER have a fever. It's like the falling asleep in the middle of the day thing; except this one I have even less control over. But yeah so I had the whole fever thing varying between 99-102. It was odd. But yeah. So there was that....and I had to cancel my meeting-up-with-Christianness, which made me very sad but I wasn't sad for too long because I was too sick at the time to think of anything other than wonder if my lungs were still in my chest-al region and by the time I got better again to think about it I learned that I'd be able to see Christian tomorrow (for he is coming to Hattiesburg! And I must say that I am very much so looking forward to seeing my bestest buddy for I haven't seen him since like the season of the summer). Anyways so yeah. Chris and Christian were the only people outside of my family to really check up on me to make sure I was still alive and I very much so appreciated that. Everyone else who knew of my illness either totally ignored me till I got better or just totally forgot except for my beloved and my bestest buddy. I love you guys! (A bunch but in different ways naturally. ^_^) So yes, other than accepting the occassional call from Christian and the post-schoolularly and nightly calls from Chris, I was cast aside from the rest of the planet. So that was my week.

Also along with the whole sickness thing was my not wanting to eat. It got to the point where my grandmaternalparental and my maternal parental were very much angry with me and about to force feed me. Bad news: it can't be good when you're sick and don't wanna eat. Good news: I lost six pounds! (On the new winter fad, the flu diet??? Hmmm... the sad thing is I can see people raising their eyebrows in consideration. Not the people who come here, of course.... Alright that was stupid for if they didn't come here how would they know about the new winter fad, the flu diet? Hmm....TELEPATHIC NEWSLETTER! Isn't that an awesome concept? That's totally besides the point...)

I just downloaded 6 new songs and it only took me like....5 minutes! You know how long that would have taken me on AOL! Like.....5 days! Well not really but oh well you don't know that. Or you wouldn't if I hadn't said that. ... Crap. :D So yeah I've got "Rock the Casbah" by The Clash from the commercial where they're all, "What are they saying? Stop the catbox?" LOL Aaaand I've got "Superstition" by Stevie Wonder (because I'm so cool I listen to Stevie Wonder). Then I have.... "Video Killed The Radio Star" by The Presidents of the United States aaaaaaaand.... I have "I Believe in the Thing Called Love" by The Darkness because Chris hath mentioned it to me way more than once....ummm "Stalker" by Goldfinger (this goes back to a couple of weekends again whenst I had the rendezvous with Chris, Melissa, and Wendell. We were in Hot Topic, and Chris was indeed stalking me. I'd walk to one end of the room and he would shortly follow. [Not that I didn't like it.] Anywho, I turned around numerous times and would be like, "Stalker! You're stalking me!" So, not five minutes after I said that, I'm standing there and Chris is standing conveniently on the other side of a rack of wristbands, and we both stop talking in time to hear the words "I wanna marry my stalker" sung over the speakers in the Hot Topic. In shock and amazement we both turned to each other in a sort of "Did you just hear what I heard" way, and after leaving the Hot Topic, I jotted down some of the lyrics on my phone with high hopes of being able to download them at a later time, an endeavor which I have just completed.), and lastly a song called "Right Here" by Staind, I believe. This has no story except I was somewhere and I heard this song and I loved it. Which is so weird because Eryn isn't typically one for new songs.

On that note, I must bring up the subject of new songs. I don't think I dislike new songs out of choice, I think it's just more out of ignorance as to good new music. I need recommendations. And I don't mean like, "Oh yeah I heard this song that's really good. It's called blah blah blah"-recommendations. I mean I need someone to be like, "Alrighty Eryn, download this, this, and this. They're good songs. See if you like them." Because I'd really like to branch out some. I already know numerous 80s rock songs, numerous country (thank you, parents), I have a love of swing, and whatever else strikes my fancy. I like musicals. I don't really know if that fits here but I do. Like Chicago. Ah, I know all the songs from that movie by heart (yay, the patheticness of owning the soundtrack of a musical). I know some people who are like that with Phantom of the Opera but I could never see someone like me being like with Phantom of the Opera. I am in no way, shape, or form downing le Phantom of the Opera (I'm not sure how I feel about that movie, I swear) but it is, afterall, OPERA. Eryn can barely sing anything---normal songs!---let along those freakishly high-pitched soprano Phantom of the Opera songs. Although, I must say that the whole "Past the point of no return" song from that movie was stuck in my head for quite awhile and I did rather enjoy it. Again, not saying that I didn't enjoy the rest of the songs; I just don't know whether or not I did.

Anyways, what should I talk about? I'm going to talk about cake. I just consumed a very small quantity of cake. Tis my father's day of birth today, and my mother's day of birth tomorrow. Naturally, there was a cake. I don't like regular cake. I like two types of cake: German Chocolate and Rum. :D German Chocolate probably sounds familiar to all, but Rum cake!!! Ah! Tis wonderful! :D Anyways, my grandpa got uber mad at me because I refused to eat a piece of my parents' cake; it was all white cake with lots of frosting with those little frosting-roses on it and strawberry filling. Ew.

Did I relate to you guys the problems I had in setting up this internet? Yeah, that's right. I did it. It was horrible. Not because I screwed up, oh no. Because the instructions leave out an important "If" mentioning. Like "Blah blah blah if the oh-so important ethernet port isn't enabled then you are so not going to get that thing working blah blah blah". Look, I had EVERYTHING hooked up right. The instruction thing's like, "If all the lights are glowing solidly, it's hooked up right and click next." So you know all the lights are lit up solidly and I click next and it's like, "Sorry the modem is not connected." So I'm like, "Screw you! The lights say differently!" But apparently the lights don't mean crap because it doesn't mean the ethernet port is enabled. *Glares at modem* So yeah my grandpa called the Bellsouth people and did much much of his characteristic yelling at them; in return for yelling at a woman of some nationality which has a distinct accent and saying "Give me someone who speaks ENGLISH!", he got to sit on hold for like 20 minutes. I found that hilarious because their hold music is like free-form jazz. I laughed insanely because I was on the other phone waiting for someone to get on the phone and tell me how to fix the damn modem and some guy gets on and tells my grandpa "Don't worry, Sir, we're going to get you someone who speaks clear English. Just a moment please." Well, you know how they have those automated voices that come on and tell you to press some buttons or something? Well right after the guy says this an automated voice comes on....in Spanish. LOL I laughed and laughed at the irony; in a few minutes the English version came on but still. It was funny. Anywho, finally this guy gets on the phone with me and tells me how to fix it. After I realized it was working, I wanted to go through the phone and kiss this guy, I swear. He had a funny accent and it was so great because he was telling me to type in things and he'd be like, "Ok, I...as in India.......P....as in Peter........C.......as in cat..........O........as in Oscar............N........as in Naaaaaaaaaancy..........F.......as in Frank.............I............as in India again.........and G.......as in goat." And no the Nancy thing isn't just an exaggeration; he really did drag it out. LOL But yeah so I got it fixed and was happy.

This post is considerably longer than I planned and I'm happy about that immensely. Perhaps I've rediscovered my flare for my blog? Alrighty well I'll gonna end this about now. Perhaps a song?



Veeeeeeery superstitious ;)

"Superstition" by Stevie Wonder

Very superstitious, writings on the wall,
Very superstitious, ladders bout to fall,
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin glass
Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past.

When you believe in things that you dont understand,
Then you suffer,
Superstition aint the way

Very superstitious, wash your face and hands,
Rid me of the problem, do all that you can,
Keep me in a daydream, keep me goin strong,
You dont wanna save me, sad is my song.

When you believe in things that you dont understand,
Then you suffer,
Superstition aint the way, yeh, yeh.

Very superstitious, nothin more to say,
Very superstitious, the devils on his way,
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin glass,
Seven years of bad luck, good things in your past

When you believe in things that you dont understand,
Then you suffer,
Superstition aint the way, no, no, no