Sorry. The finger's just recovered enough for me to type without being in pain. I checked out the Zippo the other day and cleaned the dried blood off of it. Kinda yucky. STOP WITH THE DAMN HAMMERING!!! Apparently the person in the room above me has decided to take up capentry as a nighttime hobby. And by carpentry, I mean banging on my freakin' ceiling. Maybe they smoke pot. "Pot doesn't lead to other drugs; no, it leads to fuckin' carpentry"~Dennis Leary. The man is my hero. Got an A today on a paper in my Honors class, with bunches of positive comments. Ridiculously proud of myself. Finished my book ahead of schedule for comp lit, and have part of my new scene for theatre memorized, also did some extra credit for German. Those As will come to me yet. So I was thinking today about an individulized major program. . .I think it would be cool to be a gifted and talented teacher for little kids. I wonder how I could set that up. . .might email the department later tonight, just to see. Headed up to Alpha Gamma Rho (woohoo!) this weekend, for senior dance. Lots of top secret goings on, but I'll fill you in Saturday or Sunday, unless, in fact, I stay to rush the fraternity :) Then it will most definitely be on Sunday. I don't know that Boyfriend has come up with a fool-proof plan to disguise the fact that, um, I'm a girl. Could pose a problem. Oh, I have a musing for all of you, taken from a conversation with a good buddy of mine last night. Here it is:

realists know when their wings should be clipped, dreamers wait for the wings to vanish, pessimists never grow them

Is that right? I myself am a realist, I think, with aspirations of becoming a dreamer. Again, with THE F'ING HAMMERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How's a girl supposed to think? And I mean really, it's not as though it's 9:42 in the evening. RA Jon is on the look out for the offending hammerer. Perhaps it's on my floor. It is!!! The girl across the hall from me, of course. Because quiet hours didn't start. . .3 hours ago. But whatever. It's not like they listen. That's why I move to the fraternity house on the weekends. Because at least after a while those boys. . .men, I suppose, go to sleep, or at least quiet down. Not here. Yay for apartment life next year. Here's the thing, though. . .we've got, what, 4 and half-5 and a half weeks of school left, and she's found something that she needs to nail to her rented walls???? sigh. I don't fit in with other girls. . .how depressing teenager can I get! Please, someone just dye my hair black and bleach my skin. I don't mean it like that, but I don't. I fit in much better with boys, or with girls who fit in with boys. Not the girlie girls. The ones who can hang out with girls all the time. I don't relate to my sex well. Is it a competetive thing? Perhaps. Not altogether sure that I care. Haven't written poetry in a while, starting to feel my void return, the one that plagued me throughout senior year. I need, desperately, a poetry class, something to make me write all the time. I need to be spurred. Will I make it as a writer, then? I should've just taken 200 level poetry again this semester, to keep writing. I need a change of place, I can't write where I live very well. Nomadic poet. That's what I'll be. Who wants to see the world with me? I'll get my bartending license before leaving the states and wander Europe, living in youth hostels, working odd jobs. Seeing the world. I would sell my car to have the money to do this. Which I may do. Or start working, save all the money I make in a seperate account, and use it when I've graduated to tour Europe. I don't know why I'm so eager to get out of the country, of the safe little world that I live in. New things, new people, I crave them. But I've miles to go before I sleep, so off with me. G'night, all.

Sorry it's been awhile. . .shame of shames, I forgot my password! Just got back from an initiation ceremony into some honors dealy thing. . .kinda boring, but hung out with the fam for a bit, and that was cool. My typing is a little impaired today, because of an unfortunate Zippo incident last night which has left me with a huge nasty gash on my middle finger. Post will be short today because of that, and it's so freakin' nice outside that I'm gonna go sit in the sunshine before it gets cold and rainy again. More later tonight, promise!!!!!!

Love love love! the warm weather. Why, you ask? Erin, is it the flowers, or the birds, or the sunshine??? Well, while those things are nice, they are not the major reason for this song of praise to the 70 degree weather. You see, I love male legs. Think that they are beautiful, absolutely gorgeous. And today while wandering campus I took the opportunity to survey the boys in their cargo shorts, mesh shorts, hawaiian print shorts with flip flops, house shoes, tennis shoes with goofy white socks. They are all lovely to me. But enough of that. I'm not strange, I promise. Today was a "got things done" day for me, and I can sort of glide through the rest of the week. Two more major blips on the screen this week, and then it's weekend time, and a promise of Mattstock, or at least fraternity boy induced fun. Miss my boys, wish they'd move to IU and keep me company. But I will see them in a week and a half, so my soul is a peace. A calling from creativitiy, I must answer her. Til later.

Taking a break from paper writing, thought I'd stop in and say hey...so hey. Been working on other things all day, instead of the papers for grades. Creativity just calls sometimes. Who am I, a mere mortal, to argue with this tempermental muse that circles me, waits until I'm busy, and then demands I work for her? I adore her, so I do as she wishes. Stories have been flowing easily today, and I think she is rewarding me by making my mundane paper topic as clear as she wishes it to be. Thank you, my Muse. Pay homage to your own muses today. Don't neglect them, or they may never come back to you, fickle faerie-gods that they are. I believe in magic and in magick. Do you?

Though Spring Break is barely over, plans for next year's are in the making. Let me know if you want a piece of. . .Greg and Erin 2005! Yes, tee shirts will be available. We're going someplace where we can sit on the beach and drink neon colored drinks and cheap beer with umbrellas. That's right. GPA goal this semester: 3.5. Tired of this B stuff. Time to kick it in to high gear. Paper writing begins in earnest. More later.

*Yawn* It's been a long week in the world of Erin, but real quick, before I head off to sleep, I'll share some of the things I learned on Spring Break:
Pikes are cool, but nowhere near as cool as AGRs
Sheetz=The shit!
Lacrosse is cool, even when it's cold
Bill Kennedy rocks out (can you say 11 Irish car bombs?)
I like bunk beds
There's something great about sleeping with a good friend
I have quickly deemed something bad that I find lots of fun
I could be a basketball hermit
I'm super glad that I'm NOT a sorority girl
I like being smart (sounds a lil bit vain, but it makes sense)
I really really love my man. . .I guess I didn't realize how much until he was gone totally for the whole week
I can be romantic if I try, darn it!
Despite what everyone in factory card outlet may think, I am NOT a crack addict
My crazy boyfriend can't talk to the drive-thru box under pressure
I want to go to Ireland even worse then before. . .I will go this summer

That's all for now. Sleepy time.

YEEHAW! Sorry it's been quite a while, several days, in fact, but I went home this weekend, and I was out all night last night. . .well, not quite all night. Went shopping on Kirkwood (woohoo!) for about an hour yesterday, bought this stellar vintage dress that I have nowhere to wear. It was only four dollars, so I'll wear it around the dorm room, if I'm so inclined. Then, headed out to good ol' Brown county for some fun fun fun at Mike's Dance Barn (um, yeah, it's a line-dancing place). It's mostly old people up in that place, right, now throw 9 crazy college kids in, over half of whom are as coordinated as rocking chairs (i still love ya, mike!) and it's beyond a blast. Can't believe how much I missed my girlies, it was soooooo good to have them up here. So pumped for Spring Break (the countdown says: 87 and a half hours til go time) cuz Kristen Marie has bunches planned for us to do and IT'S FREAKIN' ST. PADDY'S NEXT WEEK!!!! Irish at heart doesn't even begin to describe me. Irish at soul, maybe. Anyhow. . .I'm wearing green all week next week, and if I run out of green clothes, I'm just gonna run around naked and paint my skin green. That's right, you heard it here first. If someone has to come bail me out of jail next week for indecent exposure, well, I'm sure it was worth it. Everyone go, um, buy or download legally, some Irish music to get you in the mood. Love the stuff, can't get enough of it. But. . .I have an interview in some hours, so I'm gonna take a shower and do all that fun stuff, just wanted to drop by. See ya later!

I wish I were in Ireland. Boyfriend will be there in under two weeks, I've got another year and a half to wait. How fair is this? I'm going to get a passport before school's out, so I feel the urge to go in the summer, just randomly, I'll have the ability. If I get my OL position (interview on Tuesday, cross those fingers) it's a definite occurance. I'll have all plus money and zero expenses...I would not think twice about spending $1000 dollars to live in Ireland for a couple weeks. My obsession. Sigh. Jealousy overwhelms me. I need to write a paper. Everyone should go see The Lion King, the stage version. Ridiculously amazing.

It's a big W for the Basketball Hoosiers tonight!!!!! Though the guys sitting around me nearly ruined the game for me. I hate negative "fans". *expletive expletive expletive* But whatever. Good karma, bad karma. I support the team. I thought I had something more to say, but apparently not. Hmm. . .I'm gonna watch cartoons and do some homework.

Been a right awful day today, for no reason other then I had to get up. I feel sick and achy today. Thoughts on the English language: ravish and ravage, as verbs, essentially mean the same thing, to take and destroy, be it person or place, which is the difference. However, if you tell someone they look ravishing or ravaging...well, we've got a big difference. Personally, I would rather be ravaging. But that's all. Hoosiers, one of the best movies in the world is on, and I need a shower. So I've got to be off. More after the game tonight, depending on my mood.

Obsessive poster. I had lots of fun in the Bud Bowl last night, you should all check it out. . .single ladies, I've got a man for you (told you I'd look, Greg!). And I don't think I could love Hilary Duff more if I tried. That's all.

Ahh. . .the wonderment that is Beer. That's our topic for the moment, ladies and gents, and I've an equation for you. 0 food for 2 days+3 pints of beer is about an hour (give me a break, Hans, I was like, 10 minutes behind. . .and I beat Michael, so that counts)+4 hours of sleep+2 hours in a car= does anyone know the answer? It is, strangely enough, a concept that I will call "The Delayed Hangover". Not until after theatre rehearsal did I start to get the typical hangover symptoms, and now they are in full-bloom, a good, what, 5 or 6 hours after I woke up. Someone who drinks lots explain it to me. So this morning in the car on the way home, I thought about transferring to Purdue. Honestly gave it a serious thought. I'd still be in the Big 10, which is important to me :) and I'd be around people that are, well, easy to be around. You boys at AGR really know how to run the place! I never feel out of place around you guys, never shy or awkward or like I'm not pretty enough, because you don't care. At least, not in me, you don't. It's interesting to observe the frat boy in the daytime, or on a non-party evening. Quite different and altogether lovable. But then when I pulled into B-town, I realized that I could never leave here. This place is my home, man, and it's gonna be home for a while, I think. Even if I prefer the people at Purdue, I could never leave the trees, the sky, the open spaces of Bloomie. (quick disclaimer: this is not to say I don't LOVE with all my heart my friends here at IU, it's just I get along better with strangers at Purdue) Bloomington is the ideal college town, even an ideal Indiana small town, once you look past the University. Not quite God's country, but pretty damn close. It doesn't feel like a city. West Lafayette sort of seeps into your skin, makes you sticky and full. Bloomie does the opposite, at least for me. Bad things don't happen in Bloomington, unless, of course, lately, you head on over to Memorial Stadium or Assembly Hall. But even that can disappear once you step outside. All that grey-black negativity is absorbed by the sky, leaving you light. Home. This is the real reason that I interviewed to be an Orientation Leader. I love my school, and I love this town, (I love this bar! Damn song. Greg, I blame you because I know it) and I want to share that enthusiasm with everyone who comes here. I WANT TO BRING BACK THE WORDS TO THE FIGHT SONG, DAMMIT! Not just the "Go IU, fight, fight, fight!" part, but all of it. I want people to know the words. School pride fills me, to the point of exploding, and I know I will be a Hoosier forever, even if I do go to Ireland for a year, which I hope to do. Sigh. I hope to find a home there too, like I have found here. I think I'm gonna get a different skin for the blog. The stars are kinda freakin me out a lil bit. Too much motion. In the ocean. Whatever. Starting to enter the head spinning stage, must take a nap. I'll tell you about my plan to rush a fraternity later. Kisses!