cookies...

so i made three trays of cookies...
i feel so accomplished...
but i dont eat them...
so i think i'll drop them off at albies...
for the poor,
starving,
courtesy clerks
and checkers
that dont care too much about their waistlines...
im fine with my current weight...
i just dont eat sweets...
often...
okay, so i ate two of them...
but i wont eat anymore...
i promise...
therefore,
these cookies need to leave my house...
pronto...

"i felt like there was something missing in my day to day life..."

Good morning to my delightful readers!! (or should i say "reader")
It is 9:30 am and I am making my way towards getting ready for work...
I know, right?
So I discovered that when I say, "hey, my parents are out of town this weekend," I am bombarded with fellas that wanna make out...
I even got petitioned to "spoon."
shudder...
what does that even mean?
what does any of this mean?
So, my plan this evening after I get off work
(relatively early, I might add),
I'm going to come home,
lock the door,
clean the house,
bake some cookies,
listen to some music on my daddy's stereo,
and work some more on my memoir...
maybe even get some reading done...
that is if I don't get petitioned for "rum and sex"
total insider joke, man...
because there really is only one individual that I would agree to "spooning"
even though that word creeps me out...
but interesting tid bit is that the dude isn't really into me...
why is it that I can have guys hammering down my door for a piece of erin but the only one I want isn't interested?
it's a rather strange conundrum.
oh well...
time to get this "nice ass" to work...
spooning...
eeww...

swan dive!!

hello there...
I'm good how're you?
ummm...
okay...
yeah...
here I am again writing another random blog about random randomness...
yeah, I'm cool...
it is 10:52 am and my brother is still sleeping...
what a bum...
then again, most people don't wake up as early as I do.
but of course, he was the one who stayed up till past three am playing maple story or "gaia" or whatever...
I'm not a "gamer" so don't ask me...
anywho...
I have the weekend off!!
yus!!
I guess I need to find something to amuse myself
besides homework, of course...
cool kids don't need to do homework...
it's really not that bad though because all I have to do is just read like the first hundred pages of Kite Runner before tuesday.
I kind of dig my random capitalization...
it's neato...
don't judge...
I know you're judging...
you are, don't lie...
okay, anywho...
it's kind of funny because today is like 20 degrees cooler than it has been.
I was totally planning on wearing a new lil sun dress I just bought from Urban, but because it's chilly out, I'll either not wear it...
or sport some leggings with it...
I'm gonna try the leggings thing and see if I can rock it...
if not...
jeans again...
yeah, I'm a jeans girl...
I don't like to wear shorts because my legs are sooooo white...
why couldn't I get some of the Indian (as in Native American) genes?
I got stuck with all the Swedish and German-ness...
my sister was the lucky one...
jerk...
just kidding...
gosh, this is really random today...
I mean, even the title of this blog is random...
"Swan Dive!!"
it's kinda sorta a reference to the Old Spice man...
he's pretty amazing...
I'm a fan on FaceBook...
I'm so proud...
anyways...
I find it funny that I don't really write in paragraph form.
In my Creative Non (NON!!) Fiction writing class, we had to do this crazy freewriting exercise that entailed that your pen would not leave the page.
It was pretty righteous...
If you didn't know what to write, you would just write, "I don't know what to write."
simple as that...
My pen just flowed all over the page and it was choppy
and RAW...
i loved it!!
the prof had people read theirs and these people actually had paragraphs and stuff.
how?
I dunno, maybe I'm just the weird one that doesn't write normally...
I write as if i am speaking...
It's so Post Modern of me...
loves it...
I just love the RAWness of typing as if speaking...
it's as if I am sitting having coffee with someone and just spilling out my thoughts.
there are breaks and sometimes I forget what I'm talking about and I have to start over...
that is how we talk...
who talks in paragraph form?
to me, that is non fiction.
non fiction should be raw and choppy and real...
but what is real?
who knows what real is...
when people talk, they don't always tell the truth...
most of the time, they are lying through their teeth...
their teeth...
if people were completely honest, the world would be real...
what do we get out of lying?
feelings are spared...
but if no one cared about feelings, that wouldn't matter.
I guess I just prefer honesty...
if I do something that "upsets" you, tell me...
tell me!!
if I have a booger in my nose, tell me!
I always tell people...
even customers...
I reach for a paper towel and hand it to them...
here you go, sir/madam...
you have a booger...
maybe honesty is my problem...
if someone is being stupid, I treat them like they're being stupid...
bad erin...
if you can't figure out the self checkout, I will treat you like you're an idiot...
while still smiling...
I have a stress ball that I use when I'm on self checkout...
and I've come to find out that some people just can't be helped...
if you're an idiot, fix it yourself...
I can't help you...
I've told you how to imput your Albertson's card 10 times...
if you still can't figure it out...
I will go over and ring up your order for you...
still smiling...
or even better, if you can't figure out the damn machine...
DON'T USE IT...
I mean, how hard is that to figure out?
it would be soooo much easier if you would go visit the "nice" people over that the regular checkstands...
and faster...
and do not remove your items from the bagging area and then ask me why the machine is yelling at you to put the item back...
and don't push "skip bagging" if you are going to put it in the bag...
tell me that doesn't make sense...
come on...
but, I guess it doesn't make sense because
EVERY SINGLE PERSON DOES IT!!
or even better, let's get rid of the self check out all together!!
wouldn't that be spiffy?
then I wouldn't need to rant about it in my blog...
just saying...
I mean, what's the deal with magnets...
how do they work?
okay well,
my coffee pot is calling my name...
later dudes...

starting fresh

I created a new blog!!
woooo...
yeah, I know, everyone has a blog these days.
who cares?
well, I guess you could say that I desperately need an outlet right now.
this blog has no theme.
sorry...
i might post a poem or seven...
cause that's what I do...
but,
sadly,
the time has come for me to stop "blogging" for the moment and get to work.
joy...
hopefully, the boss-man won't make us wear those hideous chef hats again today...
yeah...
don't ask...