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Name: Erin
Country: United States
State: Pennsylvania
Birthday: 10/1/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: Watching the Orioles get their asses kicked, playing(?) piano & guitar, surfing the "Internet", sleeping, reading, and neurosurgery (or not). I also have an affinity for listening to music, such as: Radiohead, Coldplay, Travis, R.E.M., Dave Matthews Band, Rufus Wainwright, U2, Flaming Lips, Counting Crows, David Gray, Modest Mouse, Echo & the Bunnymen, Gary Jules, Air, Ed Harcourt, the Decemberists, Moby, Camera Obscura, Damien Rice, Barenaked Ladies, Belle & Sebastian, Badly Drawn Boy, Elliott Smith, Bjork, Beck, Susan Tedeschi, the Beatles, Les Sampou, Blur, Wilco, Starsailor, Jeff Buckley, The Verve, Death Cab for Cutie, the Postal Service, Shearwater, Rogue Wave and so on and so on and so on...
Expertise: Nothing.
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
AIM:  ErinOriole
Member Since:
5/31/2003
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| Well, kiddies, if you had not noticed, it has been approximately a quarter century since I last typed anything in here. And in all honesty, I probably will not do so again. CJ has converted me to Live Journal. If you'd like to check it out, you certainly may. In any case, adios, kiddies. Drive safely.  | | |
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Hi kiddies!
Wow, long time no type, eh? Forgive me, I have just been extremely busy (lazy) and all that. I actually forgot I even had this Xanga thing for a while. So, um, yeah. Now the question is where to begin. Given that the last time I posted was exactly two months ago, there hasn't really been that much of interest going on in ErinVille (that's my name, in case you forgot. It would be sort of stupid if that was actually the name of the town I lived in. No offense if anyone in the world actually lives in an ErinVille somewhere. I'm sure it's really spiffy.). Wow, I got incredibly off-topic. Oh well, so it goes.
Right now there is an ad (because I'm too cheap to pay for Premium) on the top of my Xanga page with a stupid football wide receiver running about wildly telling me that if I complete a pass to him, I will get a coveted $50 gift card. Oh joy. Anyway, that ad is really pissing me off. I just think the Xanga denizens should know this. That ad is really fucking annoying.
In dental news, I got all four of my precious wisdom teeth ripped savagely from their sockets last week. It was both really cool and really crappy. I shall elaborate.
To get my divinely impacted third molars out, the dentist put me to sleep, which was fun. I'd never been put to sleep before, but it is really quite simple. All they did was bring in my Calculus teacher from last year and have her start explaining piecewise functions and I was out like a light.
Okay, that wasn't what happened, but that would have been interesting.
First, I was given some laughing gas, which was neat. I didn't laugh or anything, but as the nurses kept talking to me, I would just tune them out completely. I heard myself breathing really loudly through the little nose cup thingie and I heard the beeping of a few scattered monitors far in the distance. I remember thinking that the beeping sound was absolutely the coolest thing I had ever heard in my whole life (besides OK Computer, of course) and I was completely enraptured by it. I began to feel really numb, which was pretty trippy too. Then the Dentist Maestro dude came in and started talking to me. He sounded like he was a good mile and a half away, but he was right next to me. He asked me all these questions about my weekend and stuff, but I wasn't even really listening. I was still enchanted by my breathing and the beeping. Still, I somehow answered his questions (I don't even know what I said) and we then moved on to the not-so-fun bit of the exercise.
"Erin," said my dentist. "Now we are going to make you listen to Britney Spears records for six consecutive hours."
I then punched him in the face and left the room.
Or not. Rewinding a little bit, we reached the not-so-fun part of getting one's wisdom teeth out: the whole "pulling teeth out of my skull" part. My formerly friendly dentist seized my right arm in his hand and shot the nurses a look. Thanks to several Lifetime movies I watched in Health class and one scene in Kill Bill, I knew what was coming and I clamped my eyes shut.
"Erin," said my dentist, "this is just going to feel like a little bug bite in your arm, okay?"
I should pause here to explain that my definition of "little" and my dentist's definition of "little" are clearly two very different things.
When I felt that IV stabbing into my arm, it was as though a massive 85-pound, ill-tempered leech leapt onto my arm and proceeded to attack my defenseless vein.
"Little bug bite," my ass. I think my dentist missed my vein at first or something because he really had to jab that little piece of crap in there.  *shudders* I still have a bruise from it. I've taken to calling it my battle scar.
So anyway, the mosquito IV firmly embedded in my flesh, my dentist tells me, "You won't fall asleep right away, but you will be really, really happy to be here." Then I passed out at once. Shows how much he knows. 
When I awoke, I was in another room (and Jude Law was sadly absent) with a bit of a headache and a mouthful of gauze. There was another nurse lady there, and I made the somewhat disturbing observation that she had two pairs of eyes and two pairs of eyebrows. I decided not to make an issue out of it (I didn't want to be rude, you see) and I just kind of chilled out and went home.
 At home, I ate lots of pudding, Jell-o, soup, and scrambled eggs. I also had the pleasure of having a huge ice pack strapped to my head. At one point, my mom had to refreeze the ice pack and she decided to substitute it with a box of frozen corn for one side of my jaw and a box of frozen spinach for the other. My hair was tousled, I had a white bandage pressing two boxes of frozen vegetables to my face, my cheeks were swelling up, and I was zoning out on codeine. Thus, I had the ultra-hip "deranged mental patient" look down cowpat. Fun stuff.
So yeah, after a week, I have a bruise on my right arm, stitches lingering in the back of my mouth, and a new appreciation of the wonders of painkillers.
And that's my update for now. Cheers kiddies! Until next time, drive safely -- or perhaps not at all. | | |
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Elliott Smith's new CD FINALLY comes out today! Be a good little capitalist and buy it. Or you can listen to it here. It's brilliant stuff. R.I.P. Elliott | | |
| Ahhh! This song is giving me such a headache. See, I am learning to play it on guitar, and the only bit that is throwing me off is this one chord in the chorus. According to some guitar tab websites, it is a D/F#, but according to others, it is a G/F#. And the Travis website is zero help; it doesn't even list either of those. Ahh! Damn song! It would be such a simple song if not for that one discrepancy. So I'm listening to "Side" for the 100th time, trying to discern which one it is--if it is indeed either one.
Anyway, I have been incredibly neglectful towards my Xanga site. I am just now getting around to posting about school because I have been so busy with, um, school. Let me just say it here, now: being a senior sucks ... a lot.
There. I feel better, a little bit at least. Anyway, the rundown is as follows:
First Period: Gym/Study Hall/Graduation Project
Depending on the day of the week, first period is either really cool or really crappy. Study hall is really good because my Favorite Teacher of All Time, Mrs. Banks, is there. Gym, however, sucks as usual. Given that I have absolutely no athletic talent to speak of, I loathe any sort of gym class with a passion. Thankfully, it is only two days a week. Graduation project is still a mystery to me, since I haven't had it yet. I'm sure it will suck though.
Ruling:
Study hall: Good
Gym: Bad
"Graduation Project": To be determined
Second Period: AP Government
Clearly, I was smoking some sort of illegal substance when I decided that I was capable of handling an Advanced Placement Government class, because I certainly am not. I will either drop the class or die of a heart attack sometime during the year. I've not yet decided which one it will be.
Ruling:
AP Government: Inconceivably Difficult
Third Period: Spanish Five
So far I have done absolutely no work in this class because my teacher has been absent since the second day of school. At this point in the year, the class is super-easy, but we shall see what happens when my teacher returns on Monday. *dramatic music* Solomente recuerdo un poco español y el año pasado, tuve una maestra muy mal. Estoy muy nerviosa sobre este clase....
Ruling:
Spanish Five: Tolerable
Fourth Period: Writer's Workshop
I haven't been graded on any work I've done in this class yet, but so far, it seems easy. Mi amiga Cara is in this class with me, which makes it all the more enjoyable. All I do is write random, unfunny things about random, unfunny topics. At least I have good teacher though.
Ruling:
Writer's Workshop: Good
Fifth Period: Psychology
This is my favorite class this year for a variety of reasons (only some of which I will disclose here).  First off, Psychology itself is a fascinating subject. I've been meaning to take it every year, and I'm glad that I finally got around to it. I can't wait until we learn about serial killers and stuff. Not that I'm into serial killers or anything. It's just interesting. Really. Plus, my teacher is cool. Although I cannot decide if he scares the crap out of me or he is really funny. Whatever. It is one of those; that's all I know.
Ruling:
Psychology: Good
Sixth Period: Physics
All I have done in this class thus far is review stuff that I learned in Algebra I in 7th grade. Sure, it seems easy now, but that is only because it is a physics-free physics class so far. Oh well. I'm sure I'll be bitching about it plenty as the year goes on. It is the closest thing I have to a math class this year, which is definitely a plus.
Ruling:
Physics: Tolerable
Seventh Period: Who the hell knows?
Currently I have study hall seventh period because the incompetent fools at my school office did not bother to give me a lunch period. I filled out some lovely paperwork to get it changed to a lunch, but my efforts so far have been fruitless. Plus, I have Physics lab once a week at this time, which sucks major ass. Whatever. This class serves mostly as a nice forty-minute Panic Session before I go fail English (see below).
Ruling:
Assorted Seventh Period Slop: Good
Physics Lab: Bad
Eighth Period: AP English Pit of Despair
This class makes me so miserable; I can't take it. I am definitely not intellectually deep enough to thrive in this class. It is so hard!! In my AP class last year, it was sort of hard, but not like this. This takes the word "difficult" to a whole new level.
My English Teacher: Erin, using the princples of critiquing modern art, evaluate this poem.
Me: I like pine cones. They are cool.
My English Teacher: Shut up, you foolish swine!!
Blah! Not good. If AP Government doesn't put me in cardiac arrest, AP English certainly will.
Ruling:
AP English: Bad
So, yeah, that's my senior year... or at least the first semester of it. Three good, the rest not so good. I thought senior year was supposed to be easy! I thought it was supposed to be fun! It is none of those things. Freshmen, sophomores, and juniors of the world, take note. It is all a lie!! Senior year sucks. I hate being disillusioned. Poo. | | |
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Well, I officially survived the Mighty Screeching Brendan's first birthday party.
You: Was it terrible?
Why, yes. It was pretty bad.
As predicted, the Mighty Screeching Brendan was presented with numerous birthday gifts (which he screeched at and drooled on at once), and his parents were showered with compliments.
*sigh*
The typical toddler birthday party.
Except for one thing.
I assumed, quite wrongly, that there would be only one baby present at the birthday party. One baby I can handle. One baby can be easily monitored and gotten rid of if the situation requires it. However, there was not one baby... there were three babies and four small children. That, kiddies, is way more than I bargained for.
And the children and babies were everywhere. Running about, jumping on things, making noise. It was not good.
And get this. Everyone staying in the house was a Republican ... except for me.
I should have seen this coming, since my entire family is comprised of Republicans, but for some reason I foolishly overlooked this detail. Literally everyone there was a right-winger. I swear, I even caught the babies demonstrating the benefits of "trickle-down" economics while playing with their blocks.
After all the darling small children were in bed, the evening was spent talking politics, which translates to "Bashing Every Imaginable Aspect of John Kerry." Because nothing initiates family bonding like beating the proverbial snot out of an evil Democrat. "Those flaming liberal tree-hugging hippies will be the end of us all!" as the Dictatorship proclaimed over the dinner table.
I thought I gnawed off part of my tongue from biting it so damn hard. Fucking conservatives. But I was very good; I said not a word the entire time. Hooray for me.
Anyway, I made it through the party and political banter, so that's a plus. I shall run a second gauntlet tomorrow, with the start of school.
*dramatic music*
Wow, I really don't want to go. That's all I'll say about it for now. I'm sure more supplementary, semi-humorous details will be available tomorrow.
Until then, drive safely kiddies. And watch Keane on David Letterman tonight. | | |
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