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6.19.2008

DEATHCAB!

So yo yo yo. Guess what I did Tuesday?

That's right - we went and saw death cab for cutie. And they rocked. Like awesomeness. I really enjoyed it, even if it meant driving 5 hours Tuesday night to get there and 5 hours back on Wednesday to get home. I'm all confused what day it is now though, since that kind of road trip is usually during the weekend. Doh. But here's the low down on our "weekend trip".

The concert - was rocking. Talk about stereotype dysfunction though. Two stories.

1. Big (BIG) dude comes and sits in front of us with his little girlfriend. I'm thinking aww poor guy got dragged to the emo kid show. (We're talking this guy was like football player meets american gladiators.) Boy was I wrong. Dude knew every word to every song. Even the really old ones that they played. Whoa crazy. Girl looked like she could care less. Ha.

2. Two guys sitting behind us. Mid-twenties. Talking about weddings like they were girls. "Dude you going to have a wedding planner? What about the day of?" Flowers this, colors that. I was dying. Seriously? Then they started talking about rings.
Guy1: "Well we have to get her something simple because she doesn't want to wear her engagement band to work".
Me thinking: "aww poor guy, why doesn't his girl want to wear her ring? That's not cool."
Guy2: "Well doesn't she work with monkeys?! I'll be they are like ohh-shiny!"

You can't make that up. Seriously, that's what was said. I'm not that good.

The show was yay! They played some old ones - We Laugh Indoors, Transatlanticism, Photo booth, the new year, movie script ending, etc. They played lots of the album and the last album, plans. Crooked teeth was awesome, into the dark, blah blah blah.

Know what I was happy about? Title and registration. That's right. erin's favorite song.

What else?

1. I got a new iphone because mine was broken. The guy was also nice enough to replace my busted up head phones. Sweet.
2. Bath and body works was having a sale. Nuff said.
3. Half price books was around the corner. I bought a BOX of books. Literally.

House of leaves for cory. (i can't spell mark danielenwski's name right sorry).
middlesex - jeffrey eugenides
kafka on the shore - murakami
seeing - jose saragamo
all families are psychotic - coupland
jpod - also coupland
speaking with the angel - hornby
being good - hornby

Ive almost got all the hornby/coupland books. Geez. There weren't any palanuik's though. DOH. Blah.

Also got another 25 gift card to amazon from using my chase card so much. Time for some Pratchett lovin'.

4. Got to eat taco cabana. :):) Too bad the tomato problem right now meant no pico de gallo. BLAH. That means my cheese quesadilla was just CHEESE and tortilla. Double doh. Oh wells.


Then today of all things, the exact dog cory wants is sitting in our yard. Talk about fate. Pictures soon. I have to bath my purple head.

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7.07.2007

A Post about being Cocky.


july 7 07
Originally uploaded by erin is a star
Because I am. I'm 24, gorgeous, intelligent, driven, about to be a doctorate, and in the best shape of my life. Really, how can you resist this?

Here's the story behind the picture: I have been running. A lot. It's how I stay in shape. I think today's 4 miles brings me up to 89. I'm trying to run 1000 in a year. Doing pretty good.

So, therefore, I ran around the neighborhood on the 4th because the rec center was closed. I was thinking - damn my ankles are hurting, but I am also running on uneven ground, grass etc. No problem.
Went to run Thursday at the rec like I do. Running on the treadmill watching some Roddick (omg I <3 men's tennis). My ankle ROLLS. Gives way at 6.0 (kinda fast running about 10 min mile) and then there's NOTHING balancing me on the treadmill anymore.

Can you see where this is going?

Slam is the sound of my knees gracing the treadmill. Slam number 2 is the sound of me flying off the back of it. I get up, start cursing and then hobble over to the first aide station, because I'm bleeding on the floor.

So, if someone was bleeding on the floor would you help them up? Apparently no. The rec was full of other people who just kept on trucking. [insert eye roll here].

How cocky am I? Band aide and went back to finish my 1.5 miles I had left. Screw you ankle.

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7.03.2007

Orange Out


Orange Out
Originally uploaded by erin is a star
seriously
i
am
badass

and i'm having a weird day.

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