I'm pretty sure I'm genuinely happy here because I have these days which should be bad days, yet I am happy anyway. Like today. Today, even when I was sad, I was happy ( Read more... )

Louise told me to tell a story. So here you go, a story (or, at least a rhyming poem ( Read more... )

I've been spending this holiday season getting really clean. I mean, I've scrubbed my feet and everything. It's all because I've never been schooled in the ways of capturing a boy's heart, so I'm substituting sweet-smelling perfume and good conversation and flirting with cleanliness. My thinking goes along the lines of "if cleanliness is next to ( Read more... )

So this is finals' week. Or finals' week eve, at least. I really don't like finals' week, and I can't believe I have three of them per year ( Read more... )

I'm really bored, so I've decided to update ( Read more... )

I think the Sox are about to win, but I'm afraid to watch. And I'm completely beyond the idea of doing homework at this point. I'm only staying up because there will be brownies in the lounge at 11, and it's not as though my entire diet today hasn't been solely chocolate ( Read more... )

Natasha built me a fort. It's a beautiful thing ( Read more... )

I learned last night that I'm not a party person ( Read more... )

I sent my father an e-mail, and he didn't bother to reply.

Then I sent Josh an e-mail:
"Thanks.

Love, Erin

PS Thank you very much for the fan"

And he sent me this in return:
"Glad to do it. I am always your fan."

I wish I could send you a picture of my jammed/bruised finger because it's pretty awesome, but the bruises don't show up properly. I played football yesterday and apparently I'm good at catching. I never knew that catching was difficult. Anyway, I'm thinking about playing IM football ( Read more... )