inconvenient?

very much so.

my computer is broken.
i'm pretty sure its legit done for this time.

hasn't turned on in three days.
time to find a replacement. awesome.

nostalgia.

they say home is where the heart is.
I think I left my heart at the WHS auditorium.



I'm always overwhelmed with how much I miss that particular stage.
mostly though, it's the view from center stage. McKay auditorium can never compare.

tonight I enjoyed what will probably be my last opportunity for the next three years to see a show back at the ol' alma mater.

Thoroughly Modern Millie.
Phenomenal.
the performance blew me away. I was not expecting that.

you killed it kids, and you made me proud.
thank you.

desert island.

well, Matty Patty texted me today and said "read my blog and call me after you've made one"
made a what?
......

a "desert island cd" that is under 80 minutes.
what does that even mean?

songs I can't live without?
songs that would take me out of a bad mood from being on a deserted island?
songs I would want to share with the natives if I found them?


I highly doubt it's the third one, but I'm just sayin...

so I went with songs that fall under categories one and two.



You Be The Anchor- Mayday Parade
Glitter In The Air- Pink
Details In The Fabric- Jason Mraz
YES- LMFAO
Beauty In The Breakdown- The Scene Aesthetic
Let Go- Dave Lichens
The Way We Talk- The Maine
Boston- Augustana
Electric Feel- MGMT
Don't Stop Believin'- Journey
Grace Kelly-Mika
Brat Pack- The Rocket Summer
Painting Flowers- All Time Low
Banana Pancakes- Jack Johnson
She's So Lovely- Scouting For Girls
Hey Jude- The Beatles
Walcott- Vampire Weekend
Viva La Vida- Coldplay
Let it Be- The Beatles (I would use the Across The Universe version though)
Wannabe- Spice Girls
Where I've Been- Hairspray The Musical

"excuse me??"

late and delightful night with Case face, Tompkins, and Mitcharoo.
movies, b-dubs, 7-11, movie at Tompkin's house, Mitcharoo took me home.
oh wait, detour.

impromptu decision to continue the current and very strange conversation taking place in the car, proceed to drive ALL OVER Suckminster.

pull in drive-way, say goodnight, walk in back door, lights are on, newspaper on the counter.
the clock reads 5:34am.
Papa Bear is getting ready for work.

walk up the stairs, almost make it to the bedroom and hear:
"erin? when did you get in last night?"

"umm................................................right about now......"

"excuse me??"


explanation that Mitcharoo had just dropped me off after a long, necessary, "personal", serious talk. track of time was non-existent of course.

I love Mitcharoo. Mostly, I love that the parentals love Mitcharoo so much.

all opposition to plans or ideas ceases at the simple mention that Mitch will be there.
it's like magic :]

FANTASTIC.

I. Love. Her.

end of story.

is it weird that sometimes I genuinely want to be like that?
GloZell, not Kesha-hot-mess-nasty.

"chlorophyll? more like borophyll!"

[Billy Madison]
I need a job or something.
On Sunday, I cleaned the kitchen for kicks. Just because.
Here's a formula for being an epic failure at having a productive first week back home:


Mama Dean is in recovery and can't be left alone [Papa Bear is at work all day]
+
Having a television in your place of residence
+
98% percent of friends are not back in Suckminster or are in still in school
+
Internet access and websites like Stumbleupon.com
+
No money


also, I basically have no obligations at all aside from making sure Mama Dean is doin alright.
So I have nothing that actually needs to be accomplished. The thought of that would be marvelous except I no longer live across the street from the beach.
bored. bored. bored. bored. bored. bored. bored. bored.


Dear friends away at college,
Stop caring about school and come back to hangout with me.
Thanks :]

different.

"They" say you can't ever really come home. I kind of like that idea.
Since leaving home, every time I have come back it's been a very different experience.


Christmas had mostly heartache and sadness.
Summer had betrayal and loneliness but once I found a new niche had adventures and bliss.
Christmas [the second] had contentment and comfort.
Summer [the second] ... I guess I'll just have to wait and see.


Every single time I come home it's foreign and new but I'm slowly learning that I don't want to come back to my past. It's nice to visit the location, but I will no longer be holding on to the memories, the mentality, or the mediocrity of what this place used to hold.


I'm itching for the new.
I want it in hoards.
Time to find out what the next three months will bring.