we were the one thing in the galaxy god didn't have his eyes on.
dear diary,
life is good. i'm not wearing any underwear. and that's all i have to say about that.
saint patrick's day was nice. (relaxed and featuring 100% less alcohol than previous years, but very nice.) here is my depiction of what i did:
ok, i didn't really do that. but that would have been fun.
in reality, i had school and then josh cooked us a really nice dinner. but i can always dream.
the next day was my birthday. (yay for me!) josh and i drove up to la, and i took him to experience the wonder that is tommy's. it was awesome. then we just hung out with my family. normally, my birthdays are terrible and depressing. this birthday was different. it was very, very, very touching. i was with some of the people i care about more than anything in the world, and they all just let me know exactly how much they care about me. my dad even wrote me a letter that made me tear up. he's not normally very demonstrative. i know he loves us, but he never tells us or shows us. but this letter was just open and heartfelt, and i couldn't thank him enough for it. we went to dinner in china town at this restaurant my parents used to take me to when i was a little girl. the meal was wonderful (but for the first time in my life, i got a fortune cookie that didn't have a fortune in it! i must say i was a bit weirded out by that, superstitious beastie that i am, but josh told me i could have his fortune instead. haha... man. i don't know if that's cute or disgusting. i've promised myself i'm not going to talk much about how i feel about him because every time i do, things get taken away from me. so for now, i'm just enjoying myself and not thinking too much about where it's going, for better or worse.), and then we had pastries from a chinese bakery for dessert. tom, audrey, josh, and i had beer (well, i had wine) and watched ren and stimpy as well. the next day, josh and i took chewy for a nice walk in the rain around (the prettier parts of) my old neighborhood. then we had lunch with brett. it was really good to see him again, and i think everybody had a good time in spite of the restaurant being crappy. i know i did. when i got back to san diego, i was greeted by lots of messages on the board. that was nice too cause apparently miss me when i'm gone! i even got a message from a really old friend who i haven't heard from in a while, and that's always really nice. ok, enough play by play. as much as i'd like to flatter myself, i know my life's not that exciting to you all. :) here are pictures instead of words to liven up the dead:
the fam:
i look exactly like my dad, i think. but people always tell me i look like my mom too. weird. maybe they're related. and while i am clearly cleaner than my brother, he got all the good looks.
the extended fam (including my brother's girlfriend, audrey):
looking at this picture, i notice that my brother, audrey, and my mom are all tattooed and dyed and rad. i totally feel like a square hanging out with them now. haha... i thought it was the older siblings who were supposed to get to be the cool ones!
the 'rents and the bf:
i hate this picture of me because i'm making an awful chin monster face, but i decided to post it anyway. i don't take many good pictures, so if i don't post the bad ones, i won't have any to post. my parents appear to like josh, though i haven't talked to them about it. my dad hugged him, and he never hugs anyone. well, hardly ever. i mean, there are even times when he and i are saying goodbye and there's this awkward moment where we're not sure if we're going to hug or not. but when we were all saying goodbye, he shook josh's hand and then pulled him in for a hug too. it was weird, but i guess that's better than him chasing josh out with a shotgun, right? right.
by the way, i'm not sure if i mentioned this to you, but these pictures were taken with the camera i bought myself for christmas. i haven't had one in forever, so you'll probably have to put up with lots of nonsensical picture posts like this one:
fear the giant diet pepsi bunny monster. FEAR HIM!
ok, more nonsense, only tangentially birthday related:
i joke about feeling old, but right now, i don't really feel that way. i have so much ahead of me to look forward to. i feel like i'm just getting started!
it's really rad to have things to look forward to. i've always had things to look forward to, but in the past, i haven't spent much time facing in that direction. i'm usually looking back. but people can change, and i think i am in the process of doing so myself.
blah, blah, blah. i could go on forever. but i feel like i might nauseate you all with my newfound positive thinking. it's like i've become some sort of inspirational speaker or something. i've found that i'm much happier being happy. who'da thunk it? certainly not me.
i miss kyle (it always hurts losing someone you care about), but i understand that he needs to do what he needs to do. i hope he finds what he's looking for and that it makes him happier than he has been. best of luck to him. i bring this up because i talked to him today probably for the last time. it's made me a bit nostalgic. i hope that's understandable.
i talked to kelly today too. i think we're going to see the decemberists on friday, even though i have to work at seven the next morning. that's how dedicated i am to the rock. i'm also going to see the castanets with josh on thursday at motherfucking scolari's. i don't know whose idea it was for them to play there, but whatever. i'll go. cullen's new band is also playing (for the first time, i think), so it will be cool to see them.
and now i don't feel like i have much more to say. i could go on, but, as i'm sure you've noticed, none of this has been terribly productive, so it's probably best to save it for another day. i'm off to do laundry, play with a puppy, eat some leftover pizza, and then, if i'm lucky, get used as a pillow. y'alls are just jealous.
love and other perishables,
erin
daily reading of the lyrical gospel: you roared into the driveway of our southwestern ranch style house on a new motorcycle, all yellow and black, fresh out of the showroom. our house faced west, so the big orange sun positioned at your back lit up your magnificent silhouette. how much better, how much better could my life get? nine hundred cubic centimeters of raw whining power, no outstanding warrants for my arrest. whoa, the pirate's life for me. i hopped on the back of the bike, wrapped my arms around you. i sank my face into your hair, and then i inhaled as deeply as i possibly could. you were sweet and delicious as the warm desert air, and you pointed your headlamp toward the horizon. we were the one thing in the galaxy god didn't have his eyes on. nine hundred cc's of raw whining power, no outstanding warrants for my arrest. goddamn, the pirate's life for me. (the mountain goats- jenny)
the light hit the rings glimmering on his fingers. the light came down, and his hands hit the keys. it utterly wasted me in sweden. the horns punched the air. the aftermath fell around everywhere. i saw the spotlight land on his rings, and i'd had just about enough losing things in sweden in nineteen sixty-two, quite some distance from you. (the mountain goats- duke ellington)
life is good. i'm not wearing any underwear. and that's all i have to say about that.
saint patrick's day was nice. (relaxed and featuring 100% less alcohol than previous years, but very nice.) here is my depiction of what i did:
ok, i didn't really do that. but that would have been fun.
in reality, i had school and then josh cooked us a really nice dinner. but i can always dream.
the next day was my birthday. (yay for me!) josh and i drove up to la, and i took him to experience the wonder that is tommy's. it was awesome. then we just hung out with my family. normally, my birthdays are terrible and depressing. this birthday was different. it was very, very, very touching. i was with some of the people i care about more than anything in the world, and they all just let me know exactly how much they care about me. my dad even wrote me a letter that made me tear up. he's not normally very demonstrative. i know he loves us, but he never tells us or shows us. but this letter was just open and heartfelt, and i couldn't thank him enough for it. we went to dinner in china town at this restaurant my parents used to take me to when i was a little girl. the meal was wonderful (but for the first time in my life, i got a fortune cookie that didn't have a fortune in it! i must say i was a bit weirded out by that, superstitious beastie that i am, but josh told me i could have his fortune instead. haha... man. i don't know if that's cute or disgusting. i've promised myself i'm not going to talk much about how i feel about him because every time i do, things get taken away from me. so for now, i'm just enjoying myself and not thinking too much about where it's going, for better or worse.), and then we had pastries from a chinese bakery for dessert. tom, audrey, josh, and i had beer (well, i had wine) and watched ren and stimpy as well. the next day, josh and i took chewy for a nice walk in the rain around (the prettier parts of) my old neighborhood. then we had lunch with brett. it was really good to see him again, and i think everybody had a good time in spite of the restaurant being crappy. i know i did. when i got back to san diego, i was greeted by lots of messages on the board. that was nice too cause apparently miss me when i'm gone! i even got a message from a really old friend who i haven't heard from in a while, and that's always really nice. ok, enough play by play. as much as i'd like to flatter myself, i know my life's not that exciting to you all. :) here are pictures instead of words to liven up the dead:
the fam:
i look exactly like my dad, i think. but people always tell me i look like my mom too. weird. maybe they're related. and while i am clearly cleaner than my brother, he got all the good looks.
the extended fam (including my brother's girlfriend, audrey):
looking at this picture, i notice that my brother, audrey, and my mom are all tattooed and dyed and rad. i totally feel like a square hanging out with them now. haha... i thought it was the older siblings who were supposed to get to be the cool ones!
the 'rents and the bf:
i hate this picture of me because i'm making an awful chin monster face, but i decided to post it anyway. i don't take many good pictures, so if i don't post the bad ones, i won't have any to post. my parents appear to like josh, though i haven't talked to them about it. my dad hugged him, and he never hugs anyone. well, hardly ever. i mean, there are even times when he and i are saying goodbye and there's this awkward moment where we're not sure if we're going to hug or not. but when we were all saying goodbye, he shook josh's hand and then pulled him in for a hug too. it was weird, but i guess that's better than him chasing josh out with a shotgun, right? right.
by the way, i'm not sure if i mentioned this to you, but these pictures were taken with the camera i bought myself for christmas. i haven't had one in forever, so you'll probably have to put up with lots of nonsensical picture posts like this one:
fear the giant diet pepsi bunny monster. FEAR HIM!
ok, more nonsense, only tangentially birthday related:
i joke about feeling old, but right now, i don't really feel that way. i have so much ahead of me to look forward to. i feel like i'm just getting started!
it's really rad to have things to look forward to. i've always had things to look forward to, but in the past, i haven't spent much time facing in that direction. i'm usually looking back. but people can change, and i think i am in the process of doing so myself.
blah, blah, blah. i could go on forever. but i feel like i might nauseate you all with my newfound positive thinking. it's like i've become some sort of inspirational speaker or something. i've found that i'm much happier being happy. who'da thunk it? certainly not me.
i miss kyle (it always hurts losing someone you care about), but i understand that he needs to do what he needs to do. i hope he finds what he's looking for and that it makes him happier than he has been. best of luck to him. i bring this up because i talked to him today probably for the last time. it's made me a bit nostalgic. i hope that's understandable.
i talked to kelly today too. i think we're going to see the decemberists on friday, even though i have to work at seven the next morning. that's how dedicated i am to the rock. i'm also going to see the castanets with josh on thursday at motherfucking scolari's. i don't know whose idea it was for them to play there, but whatever. i'll go. cullen's new band is also playing (for the first time, i think), so it will be cool to see them.
and now i don't feel like i have much more to say. i could go on, but, as i'm sure you've noticed, none of this has been terribly productive, so it's probably best to save it for another day. i'm off to do laundry, play with a puppy, eat some leftover pizza, and then, if i'm lucky, get used as a pillow. y'alls are just jealous.
love and other perishables,
erin
daily reading of the lyrical gospel: you roared into the driveway of our southwestern ranch style house on a new motorcycle, all yellow and black, fresh out of the showroom. our house faced west, so the big orange sun positioned at your back lit up your magnificent silhouette. how much better, how much better could my life get? nine hundred cubic centimeters of raw whining power, no outstanding warrants for my arrest. whoa, the pirate's life for me. i hopped on the back of the bike, wrapped my arms around you. i sank my face into your hair, and then i inhaled as deeply as i possibly could. you were sweet and delicious as the warm desert air, and you pointed your headlamp toward the horizon. we were the one thing in the galaxy god didn't have his eyes on. nine hundred cc's of raw whining power, no outstanding warrants for my arrest. goddamn, the pirate's life for me. (the mountain goats- jenny)
the light hit the rings glimmering on his fingers. the light came down, and his hands hit the keys. it utterly wasted me in sweden. the horns punched the air. the aftermath fell around everywhere. i saw the spotlight land on his rings, and i'd had just about enough losing things in sweden in nineteen sixty-two, quite some distance from you. (the mountain goats- duke ellington)