<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614931050435531609</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:01:47.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoping Words Could Move You</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614931050435531609/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-nicole.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752077566287741862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtvZf0pX6cw/SM7IWIskdiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/5zaIoet5Qow/S220/erin.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614931050435531609.post-786299585412202589</id><published>2009-01-26T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:21:08.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>homework accountability parnter needed.</title><content type='html'>Basically the only thing I'm good for right now is reading the Twilight series and being sick.&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my last semester of college, and I am lagging on homework like never before.  Honestly, I'm taking really cool classes, I don't know what my problem is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I do. I just don't like talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have endometriosis, which isn't life threatening or anything.  I just need to have a small surgery to get rid of it.  I just don't like thinking about it that much, because it does bother me,  but mostly because I dread beyond anything else, "the GIRLY PARTS doctor."  Yeah, I won't even say the word.  Anyway, because of this little disease I have, I have contracted chronic fatigue syndrome.  Meaning I don't want to get out of my bed, ever. I'm in my bed right now actually, and I'll probably be here the rest of the evening.  On top of that, I have a cold or a sinus infection or something. I'm a hot mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me at all, you know I hate being bored and not running around like a crazy person.  It kills me that I lay in bed all the time, but its just something I have to deal with for the time being.  I just really need help staying on track and not letting this get too out of hand.  I'm graduating in a few months, and I don't want to be freaking out at the end because I have a semesters worth of assignments due.  Maybe now that I have written this blog, I can keep looking at it to remind myself.  Maybe I should be doing homework instead of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;uuuuuuuuuuuuugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614931050435531609-786299585412202589?l=erin-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/786299585412202589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614931050435531609&amp;postID=786299585412202589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614931050435531609/posts/default/786299585412202589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614931050435531609/posts/default/786299585412202589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-nicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/homework-accountability-parnter-needed.html' title='homework accountability parnter needed.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752077566287741862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtvZf0pX6cw/SM7IWIskdiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/5zaIoet5Qow/S220/erin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614931050435531609.post-1197364138983117206</id><published>2008-12-24T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:52:13.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A reminder</title><content type='html'>This year I decorated the tree by myself.&lt;br /&gt;I frosted cookies by myself.&lt;br /&gt;I did alot of things...by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not writing for sympathy. I'm writing to warn you about taking what seem like simple things for granted.  When your mother asks you to stay home on a saturday night to decorate the tree, do it.  You never know if you'll be granted that luxury the following year.  Enjoy what you have while you have it, because its not going to be there forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Erin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614931050435531609-1197364138983117206?l=erin-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1197364138983117206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614931050435531609&amp;postID=1197364138983117206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614931050435531609/posts/default/1197364138983117206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614931050435531609/posts/default/1197364138983117206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/12/reminder.html' title='A reminder'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752077566287741862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtvZf0pX6cw/SM7IWIskdiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/5zaIoet5Qow/S220/erin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614931050435531609.post-7474614711036738322</id><published>2008-12-20T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T03:30:38.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am what I am and I like it.</title><content type='html'>There will never ever be a time when I apologize for the way I live my life.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;I have good morals.&lt;br /&gt;I make good decisions.&lt;br /&gt;and I genuinely care about people.&lt;br /&gt;It thats a problem for some people, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of who I am and no one can ever take that away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm done ranting.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;Erin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614931050435531609-7474614711036738322?l=erin-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7474614711036738322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614931050435531609&amp;postID=7474614711036738322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614931050435531609/posts/default/7474614711036738322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614931050435531609/posts/default/7474614711036738322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-what-i-am-and-i-like-it.html' title='I am what I am and I like it.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752077566287741862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtvZf0pX6cw/SM7IWIskdiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/5zaIoet5Qow/S220/erin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614931050435531609.post-2988666226170614591</id><published>2008-12-04T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:20:09.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Blog/Final Semester on CBU Publications ::tear::</title><content type='html'>The last four years on CBU publications has been quite the learning process.  It encouraged m e to change my career direction a million times, which I am grateful for, because I know exactly what I want to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out doing all sports articles, and I quickly discovered that it wasn't the place for me.  I enjoy writing sports articles, but not all of the time.  I'm glad I was allowed to broaden my horizons this semester and write profile stories.  It is more challenging to conjure up a story  instead of being handed a topic.  I really had to rack my brain this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I know I still need work on is my shyness.  I've grown leaps and bounds since my first semester on yearbook, its hard to interview strangers.  I'm not a big fan of awkward situations.  However, the more I do interviews and network with people, the more confident I get.  Now, atleast I know what I'm doing.  I like to tell myself "you're a professional" over and over in my mind before I do an interview or something uncomfortable.  That seems to help me overcome my fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have no idea what path I would be on if it wasn't for being a part of CBU publications.  I've been given so many amazing opportunities through the journalism program.  I'm proud of the major I chose, and I'm glad I didn't give in to my parents and just become a teacher.(maybe in the future)  I can't believe my time here at CBU is almost over, but it will never be forgotten!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614931050435531609-2988666226170614591?l=erin-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2988666226170614591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614931050435531609&amp;postID=2988666226170614591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614931050435531609/posts/default/2988666226170614591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614931050435531609/posts/default/2988666226170614591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/12/final-blogfinal-semester-on-cbu.html' title='Final Blog/Final Semester on CBU Publications ::tear::'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752077566287741862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtvZf0pX6cw/SM7IWIskdiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/5zaIoet5Qow/S220/erin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614931050435531609.post-1942229597215781198</id><published>2008-11-22T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:18:10.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me give you a visual</title><content type='html'>of my saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink leopard thermal pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;pink fuzzy slippers.&lt;br /&gt;a giant butterfly bandage over my eye wound.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Beauty Shop &lt;/em&gt;playing on my tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I look pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614931050435531609-1942229597215781198?l=erin-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1942229597215781198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614931050435531609&amp;postID=1942229597215781198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614931050435531609/posts/default/1942229597215781198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614931050435531609/posts/default/1942229597215781198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-me-give-you-visual.html' title='Let me give you a visual'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752077566287741862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtvZf0pX6cw/SM7IWIskdiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/5zaIoet5Qow/S220/erin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614931050435531609.post-5641037776738131625</id><published>2008-11-19T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:42:16.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie Brown is my Soulmate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtvZf0pX6cw/SSTcPG91meI/AAAAAAAAAAs/r1Zfa0OrAiw/s1600-h/goodgrief.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270579616056449506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtvZf0pX6cw/SSTcPG91meI/AAAAAAAAAAs/r1Zfa0OrAiw/s320/goodgrief.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day when I'm a  professional, and I have a desk, this coffee cup will sit on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the little things in life, like this cup, that make me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614931050435531609-5641037776738131625?l=erin-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/5641037776738131625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614931050435531609&amp;postID=5641037776738131625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614931050435531609/posts/default/5641037776738131625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614931050435531609/posts/default/5641037776738131625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/11/charlie-brown-is-my-soulmate.html' title='Charlie Brown is my Soulmate.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752077566287741862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtvZf0pX6cw/SM7IWIskdiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/5zaIoet5Qow/S220/erin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtvZf0pX6cw/SSTcPG91meI/AAAAAAAAAAs/r1Zfa0OrAiw/s72-c/goodgrief.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614931050435531609.post-8145176527804297155</id><published>2008-10-26T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:55:48.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.altpress.com/specials/blog/mike/"&gt;http://www.altpress.com/specials/blog/mike/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.altpress.com/specials/blog/scott/"&gt;http://www.altpress.com/specials/blog/scott/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.altpress.com/specials/blog/jennifer/"&gt;http://www.altpress.com/specials/blog/jennifer/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know, my dream job would be to write for Alternative Press Magazine. It features my favorite thing to read and write about. Music. I respect the magazine and its writers. Many of the staff write blogs, even the intern. Of course, I read them all. Sometimes they write about bands and shows and upcoming releases, and sometimes they just ramble about their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd fit in perfectly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I can't live without my day planner, but thursday was different. One of my favorite bands was playing in LA, and for the last month I had been making up reasons why I couldn't afford to go. My friends, credit cards are a beatiful thing. I bought tickets for my best friend and I, she ditched class, and we hit the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los Angeles. The Wiltern. Chiodos. I really couldn't ask for a more lovely evening. There's just something about the atmosphere and the vibe of a good show that I absolutely love. I think I'm more embarrased to scream to a song in my car and take a chance of someone seeing me through my tinted windows, than I am screaming at the top of my lungs at a concert. Nobody cares, everyone is there for the same reason, and everyone is singing along with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig Owen's voice in completely captivating. His voice can go from one extreme to the next without missing a beat. The lyrics scream the words you've always wished you could say, but never had the guts to. I love the honestly of this band. A third of the way through the very last song, they stopped playing and this was said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have a favor to ask you. So right now, I want you to think about every time you've ever been with your best friend in a car singing along to music like a complete idiot. I want you to think about every time you ever been screwed over by anybody in your entire life. And our favor from you, is that we want you to sing along to this next part not because you're at the bands show and you happen to know the words, we want you to sing along, to this next part, because you mean it." Craig Owens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of label reps out that night. I can just tell who they are, especially because they stand in the roped off portion of the venue. I constantly felt myself looking back at them to check out their reactions on the bands performance. I was intrigued be the whole thing. That or I'm just really envious of their careers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say...&lt;br /&gt;I love music, and I can't wait to have a career writing about it.&lt;br /&gt;Six months to go...&lt;br /&gt;See you at the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614931050435531609-8145176527804297155?l=erin-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8145176527804297155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614931050435531609&amp;postID=8145176527804297155' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614931050435531609/posts/default/8145176527804297155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614931050435531609/posts/default/8145176527804297155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/10/music-and-lyrics.html' title='Music and Lyrics'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752077566287741862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtvZf0pX6cw/SM7IWIskdiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/5zaIoet5Qow/S220/erin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614931050435531609.post-1609793142158917008</id><published>2008-10-22T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T09:36:39.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run in with a Re-Re.</title><content type='html'>I'm truly amazed by the ways guys think its okay to hit on a girl. I'm pretty sure they follow the "anything goes" rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWS FLASH!&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't work that way fella's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example A:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was out and about, before my friend and I left we stopped to say goodbye to the guy she's dating at his work. She was approached by an "okay" looking dude on her way to see him. (I think most girls would have found him really attractive, but I'm not one to date the abercrombie models of this world, more edge please.) So after he spits game at her for a good five to ten minutes, he finally realizes that this guy behind the counter is her man, and feels like an idiot. So what does this disapointed young man do? He turns around and hits on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst pick up line I've ever heard, "I would give you my number but I already gave it to your friend." Wow. He continued to ask me about my life. Turns out he went to Baylor. Still not impressed. He was explaining how he hated Christian schools and how he felt bad for me. I was clear when I said that I enjoyed my school. Then he went on and on about how he's "kind of a Christian, but not really all about it." At this point I knew I had a real loser on my hands, actually I knew this when he started blowing cigarette smoke in my face. He continued to insult me as I talked about my career plans. "Marketing doesn't really take book smarts or anything." I really wanted to punch him in the face. He asked me where I bought by shirt, and that he liked how the top of it was see through. "No, its not. Its lace." I said bluntly. He assumed I was a nordies/abercrombie girl and I was thoroughly offended. "You have better luck catching me at hot topic," I snapped back. After that he looked at my funny. Hopefully he would leave soon. Oh no. Not until he showed me text messages from this poor girl who had some sort of thing for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told her I just wanted to be friends, she's crazy." he said.&lt;br /&gt;My response was something like, "Well, do you makeout with her?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, just last night actually." he replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, thats your problem." I infromed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brushed elbows and I got the heeby jeebies and scooted over. He was very put off by that, and got up and walked away, saying "later" as he flicked his cigarette into the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend laughed. She'd just been flirting with her guy the entire time I wanted to run away from "Steve from Baylor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do guys think this behavior is okay?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I attract them?&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever meet a genuine person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see.&lt;br /&gt;Until then I'll just keep writing about these unfortunate run in's for your entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;I hope "Steve from Baylor" is reading this and gets a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614931050435531609-1609793142158917008?l=erin-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1609793142158917008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614931050435531609&amp;postID=1609793142158917008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614931050435531609/posts/default/1609793142158917008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614931050435531609/posts/default/1609793142158917008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/10/run-in-with-re-re.html' title='Run in with a Re-Re.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752077566287741862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtvZf0pX6cw/SM7IWIskdiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/5zaIoet5Qow/S220/erin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614931050435531609.post-5065831042438149979</id><published>2008-10-06T23:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:26:56.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the angels lost, I Know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obviously Angel fans know that their team lost in playoffs tonight.  Otherwise they aren't fans.  Its really unneccesary to post a myspace bulletin about it or update your facebook status. If however, you feel the absolute need to do so, do us all a favor and atleast spell ANGELS correctly. They aren't the ANGLES and their mascot is not a shape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Band wagon Boston fans spouting off got old a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;Manny and the Dodgers can go..fly a kite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think Tampa Bay has got something special going on.  Luck to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To the Angels and their fans, it just wasn't our year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;See you next season =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614931050435531609-5065831042438149979?l=erin-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/5065831042438149979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614931050435531609&amp;postID=5065831042438149979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614931050435531609/posts/default/5065831042438149979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614931050435531609/posts/default/5065831042438149979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/10/angels-lost-i-know.html' title='the angels lost, I Know...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752077566287741862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtvZf0pX6cw/SM7IWIskdiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/5zaIoet5Qow/S220/erin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614931050435531609.post-126744331492989903</id><published>2008-09-30T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:32:37.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 38</title><content type='html'>A psalm of David. A petition. &lt;br /&gt;1 O LORD, do not rebuke me in your anger or discipline me in your wrath.&lt;br /&gt; 2 For your arrows have pierced me, and your hand has come down upon me.&lt;br /&gt; 3 Because of your wrath there is no health in my body; my bones have no soundness because of my sin.&lt;br /&gt; 4 My guilt has overwhelmed me like a burden too heavy to bear.&lt;br /&gt; 5 My wounds fester and are loathsome because of my sinful folly.&lt;br /&gt; 6 I am bowed down and brought very low; all day long I go about mourning.&lt;br /&gt; 7 My back is filled with searing pain; there is no health in my body.&lt;br /&gt; 8 I am feeble and utterly crushed; I groan in anguish of heart.&lt;br /&gt; 9 All my longings lie open before you, O Lord; my sighing is not hidden from you.&lt;br /&gt; 10 My heart pounds, my strength fails me; even the light has gone from my eyes.&lt;br /&gt; 11 My friends and companions avoid me because of my wounds; my neighbors stay far away.&lt;br /&gt; 12 Those who seek my life set their traps, those who would harm me talk of my ruin;        all day long they plot deception.&lt;br /&gt; 13 I am like a deaf man, who cannot hear, like a mute, who cannot open his mouth;&lt;br /&gt; 14 I have become like a man who does not hear, whose mouth can offer no reply.&lt;br /&gt; 15 I wait for you, O LORD; you will answer, O Lord my God.&lt;br /&gt; 16 For I said, "Do not let them gloat or exalt themselves over me when my foot slips."&lt;br /&gt; 17 For I am about to fall, and my pain is ever with me.&lt;br /&gt; 18 I confess my iniquity; I am troubled by my sin.&lt;br /&gt; 19 Many are those who are my vigorous enemies; those who hate me without reason are numerous.&lt;br /&gt; 20 Those who repay my good with evil  slander me when I pursue what is good.&lt;br /&gt; 21 O LORD, do not forsake me; be not far from me, O my God.&lt;br /&gt; 22 Come quickly to help me, O Lord my Savior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614931050435531609-126744331492989903?l=erin-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/126744331492989903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614931050435531609&amp;postID=126744331492989903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614931050435531609/posts/default/126744331492989903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614931050435531609/posts/default/126744331492989903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/09/psalm-38.html' title='Psalm 38'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752077566287741862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtvZf0pX6cw/SM7IWIskdiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/5zaIoet5Qow/S220/erin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614931050435531609.post-2437700079761806941</id><published>2008-09-28T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:48:57.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Nuts.</title><content type='html'>I was pleased to find a plethera of nuts at WinCo last night. &lt;br /&gt;So I get my little plastic baggy, and just start filling it was all sorts of nuts that I like to put in my oatmeal.  Everyone in the nut isle was looking at me weird. I walked back over to my mom and showed her my goody bag of nuts, she frowned.  Apparently you cannot fill a bag with assorted nuts, like you can in the candy isle.  Each kind of nut has to be in its own bag, because they're all different prices.  I now know why everyone was staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614931050435531609-2437700079761806941?l=erin-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2437700079761806941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614931050435531609&amp;postID=2437700079761806941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614931050435531609/posts/default/2437700079761806941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614931050435531609/posts/default/2437700079761806941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-nuts.html' title='Oh Nuts.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752077566287741862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtvZf0pX6cw/SM7IWIskdiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/5zaIoet5Qow/S220/erin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614931050435531609.post-4704264846842857580</id><published>2008-09-24T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T12:20:25.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling, its what I do best.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Has anyone ever seen that old guy on the corner of Arlington and Anna wearing genie pants and shaking a tambourine? I've seen him every day the last three days. What is he doing out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone knows, please fill me in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fear strep throat awaits me.  I feel awful. I think I hate being sick the most when its hot outside. Its such an awkward feeling to be sneezing and coughing in 100 degree weather.  Alka selzer plus is not doing its job very well.  I would go to the doctor, but I really don't want to pay the $10 co-pay. Yes, I'm that broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never had a tv in my room until now. On top of that I have TiVO aaaaaaaaaand movies on demand.  That sounds like a recipe for procrastination to me.  The fact that I can watch The Hills, Gossip Girl, and Dancing with the Stars in one sitting blows my mind.  By the way, that Cloris Beechman is a hoot.  I hope I'm that cool when I'm an old woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty sure my head weighs 80 pounds right now, so I'm going to place it carefully on my pillows now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614931050435531609-4704264846842857580?l=erin-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4704264846842857580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614931050435531609&amp;postID=4704264846842857580' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614931050435531609/posts/default/4704264846842857580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614931050435531609/posts/default/4704264846842857580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/09/rambling-its-what-i-do-best.html' title='Rambling, its what I do best.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752077566287741862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtvZf0pX6cw/SM7IWIskdiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/5zaIoet5Qow/S220/erin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614931050435531609.post-7114168994241930277</id><published>2008-09-15T13:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:44:52.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Promise</title><content type='html'>I'm a good blogger...&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't thought of what I want to say yet.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614931050435531609-7114168994241930277?l=erin-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7114168994241930277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614931050435531609&amp;postID=7114168994241930277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614931050435531609/posts/default/7114168994241930277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614931050435531609/posts/default/7114168994241930277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-promise.html' title='I Promise'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752077566287741862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtvZf0pX6cw/SM7IWIskdiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/5zaIoet5Qow/S220/erin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
