Recently, I was part of the winning team at a trivia night. I'm pretty sure that I really didn't need positive reinforcement that my random knowledge is useful. Instead, I will soon be on the winner's picture on their website. And I figured out that I know absolutely nothing about hockey and the finer points of baseball.
On the other hand, I kick ass at music, arts, literature, and sometimes at geography. Woo-hoo for liberal arts degrees!! Buh. After weeks of not writing regularly (but practicing an amazingly large amount), my topics are a bit lame. So it goes.
An Erinku:
cold toes
missing blanket
brrr
cold toes
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Shameful Cheese
Right. There comes a time in every life where you take a breath and manage a minute to look around. These minutes can have long-lasting repercussions when you realize, finally, that you like shameful cheese.
This is worse than sliced American cheese. This is the pure, unwholesome enjoyment of bowling-alley-nacho cheese. It's the same magical cheese which is served with the curly fries at Hooters. Shameful cheese is wrong and is unnaturally orange, but that doesn't stop the longing; it just makes the longing more covert. Covert Shameful Cheese would be a fantastic band name.
Similar to recognizing this unholy love of fake cheese is the realization...of...well, nothing really comes to mind. Right. I unapologetically enjoy fake, plasticky cheese. The end.
Today's fortune: a junkie will practice cello on their lunch break. I am that junkie.
An Erinku:
lime
perched
on edge
happy tummy!
This is worse than sliced American cheese. This is the pure, unwholesome enjoyment of bowling-alley-nacho cheese. It's the same magical cheese which is served with the curly fries at Hooters. Shameful cheese is wrong and is unnaturally orange, but that doesn't stop the longing; it just makes the longing more covert. Covert Shameful Cheese would be a fantastic band name.
Similar to recognizing this unholy love of fake cheese is the realization...of...well, nothing really comes to mind. Right. I unapologetically enjoy fake, plasticky cheese. The end.
Today's fortune: a junkie will practice cello on their lunch break. I am that junkie.
An Erinku:
lime
perched
on edge
happy tummy!
Being a Grown-Up
This past weekend, I went to a kegger. I've not been to one in a while. The good news was that this kegger had a bunch of folks around my age, so I didn't feel like an old lady moaning about the good old days in the early naughties and late nineties. As I sipped my microbrew (speaking of the perks of grown-up keggers: good beer!!), I started thinking about all the other grown-up things I've got on my list of things to do.
This past year has been the first time I've ever lived by myself, which shocked not only me, but a large circle of people. I've always had a variety of folks living in the same space as me, and living on my own, while awkward at times, is still TOTALLY AWESOME!!
My next to-do is to get my own apartment in Denver. A year after starting school, my daily two (or more) hours on a bus commuting has gotten a bit stale. So. I'm starting to look around the big city for a place for me, my 10-year-old fish "Bubbles," my two cellos, and my piano to land. Why this is scary is that I've never ever been the person to get a place to live. I've always had housemates find a spot, and I'd join in with all my crap.
When I start to freak out, I remind myself that not only do thousands of people do this every day, but that they do it and enjoy where they land. In the meantime, I'm going through all my stuff (which isn't too much, actually, after the great clean-out in Fall 2009) and donating a few last rounds before starting my big packing adventure. It's going to be wierd to leave the Hobbit Hole as I've been in this garage for six years now. Being a grown-up is scary at times. But the beer is good and having a whole new adventure will rock.
Moral of today's story: eek, it's one in the morning on a school/work night!!
An Erinku:
four weeks
til summer break
I can do it
I can do it
This past year has been the first time I've ever lived by myself, which shocked not only me, but a large circle of people. I've always had a variety of folks living in the same space as me, and living on my own, while awkward at times, is still TOTALLY AWESOME!!
My next to-do is to get my own apartment in Denver. A year after starting school, my daily two (or more) hours on a bus commuting has gotten a bit stale. So. I'm starting to look around the big city for a place for me, my 10-year-old fish "Bubbles," my two cellos, and my piano to land. Why this is scary is that I've never ever been the person to get a place to live. I've always had housemates find a spot, and I'd join in with all my crap.
When I start to freak out, I remind myself that not only do thousands of people do this every day, but that they do it and enjoy where they land. In the meantime, I'm going through all my stuff (which isn't too much, actually, after the great clean-out in Fall 2009) and donating a few last rounds before starting my big packing adventure. It's going to be wierd to leave the Hobbit Hole as I've been in this garage for six years now. Being a grown-up is scary at times. But the beer is good and having a whole new adventure will rock.
Moral of today's story: eek, it's one in the morning on a school/work night!!
An Erinku:
four weeks
til summer break
I can do it
I can do it
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Something New
Yep. I am trying something new. I'm trying to herd all the various locations of my blog into one place...so I'm thinking it will be here. I'm a bit daft with technology, so this might take a bit of time. I'm Erin, I'm not fully caffeinated, and it seems all my friends have blogs here already.
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