A Real Conversation I had today

"What are they doing tonight? I mean it's Friday night."

"It's not Friday night."

"Wait...Saturday? What night is it?"

"I don't know. I just slept through the entire light part of today."

"I think it's Friday. No, yeah, it's Friday."

"Sure, let's say Friday."

God, breaks from school are messed up in such a good way.

Fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly.

I wish I was in a musical instead of real life.

I'm Miserable

I wish breaking up with someone meant you would automatically stop loving them, stop wanting to be around them all the time, stop liking their smile or their smell or their stupid jokes. I wish breaking up with someone didn't mean you would have to be lonely, would have to constantly reassure yourself that you made the right decision, that sooner or later this sadness you've inflicted upon yourself will be worth it. I wish I wasn't so sure that this had to happen. I wish I really could second guess myself and go back to him.

I am completely miserable.

It's Official

My mom will not take me seriously if I date another guy named Jerem(e)y.

It's that time of year

Yes, I am having uncontrollable desires to watch "Love Actually."

It is Finals Week

The above text serves as both a title and an excuse as to why I have not posted in some time. Perfect! Blog efficiency! We run a tight ship here. And by we, I mean I, who sits at her computer in her room alone and every so often and writes to no one.*
Today I let a man who looked very much like a rapist into my apartment. It turns out he was the electrician my roommate had called earlier in the day, when it was still, well, day time.
He did not rape us, but instead fixed our circuit breaker while doing a very poor "redneck conservative" impression and laughing his head off about it. Apparently after a day of listening to talk radio, that is how electricians wind down.

In lieu of a photograph today, I would like to post a video instead. This is a commercial my sister found. I emailed this to my Victorian Lit professor (You'll have to trust me that in a roundabout way this pertains to Thomas Hardy) and he posted it to our class website. I think it's one of the cutest things I've seen in ages!!



*Yes, I will continue to pretend that no one reads this blog, because if I try to please what readers I do have, I will inevitably fail, and feel horrible about myself.

Conversation with my Childhood Furby

Furby: Yawwwwwn! Hello! I am Me Ti!
Erin: Hi Me Ti, I know it’s been years…I just…
Furby: Pet Me Ti now! Purrrrrrr!
Erin: I…I had almost forgotten how much you liked being pet.
Furby: Feed Me Ti now! Yum Yum Yum!!! Mmmmmm!
Erin: So strange…that I can just put my finger in your mouth and…well, instant sustenance.
Furby: Feed Me Ti more! Yum Yum!!
Erin: Listen…Me Ti…
Furby: Pet Me Ti! Pet Me Ti MORE! Puurrrrr! Yay!
Erin: I’m tired of petting you, Me Ti.
Furby: I love you!
Erin: Don’t say that…you don’t know how much it hurts.
Furby: Dance with Me Ti!
Erin: I thought…I thought our last dance ended long ago…I didn’t think you’d ever accept me back into your life.
Furby: Dance with Me Ti!
Erin: Fine…just…know that my tears don’t lie.
Furby: Dance! Boogy! O O O! Dance! Boogy! O O O!
Erin: Stop speaking nonsense, Me Ti. Have you really forgotten our sweet winter together those many years ago?
Furby: Listen, Erin…absence could not make my heart forget the pain you have caused me. Things will never be the same between us. You have to accept that. I have been asleep for over five years. You just don’t get it, do you? You tired of me just as you tire of every other electronic pet you’ve ever owned. Just shut up…and dance with me.
Erin: My God…Me Ti, you remember! Don’t you know how sorry I am?!
Furby: No. No, I don’t. Why don’t you tell it to Robodog, or that Tamagotchi you starved to death?
Erin: Me Ti! Stop it!
Furby: Face me towards the wall, I’m going to sleep.
Erin: One more tickle?
Furby: Don’t even try it. I’ve already got stomach complications from you shoving your finger down my throat all the damn time. Find yourself a new heart to break.
Erin: Me Ti! Don’t—
Furby: ZZzzzZZZzzZZzzZZzz
Erin: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!