A reminder

This year I decorated the tree by myself.
I frosted cookies by myself.
I did alot of things...by myself.

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.

Merry Christmas
Erin

I am what I am and I like it.

There will never ever be a time when I apologize for the way I live my life.
I believe in Jesus Christ.
I have good morals.
I make good decisions.
and I genuinely care about people.
It thats a problem for some people, oh well.
I'm proud of who I am and no one can ever take that away from me.


Ok I'm done ranting.
Goodnight.
Erin

Final Blog/Final Semester on CBU Publications ::tear::

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.

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.

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.

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!

Let me give you a visual

of my saturday night.

pink leopard thermal pajamas.
pink fuzzy slippers.
a giant butterfly bandage over my eye wound.
and Beauty Shop playing on my tv.


I'm sure I look pathetic.
Oh well.


Erin.

Charlie Brown is my Soulmate.

One day when I'm a professional, and I have a desk, this coffee cup will sit on it.

Its the little things in life, like this cup, that make me smile.

Erin

Music and Lyrics

http://www.altpress.com/specials/blog/mike/
http://www.altpress.com/specials/blog/scott/
http://www.altpress.com/specials/blog/jennifer/


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.

I'd fit in perfectly...

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.

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.

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:

"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

That's what I'm talking about.

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.

Needless to say...
I love music, and I can't wait to have a career writing about it.
Six months to go...
See you at the finish line.

Erin.

Run in with a Re-Re.

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.

NEWS FLASH!
it doesn't work that way fella's.

Example A:

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.

Great.

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.

"I told her I just wanted to be friends, she's crazy." he said.
My response was something like, "Well, do you makeout with her?"
"Yeah, just last night actually." he replied.
"Well, thats your problem." I infromed him.

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.

My friend laughed. She'd just been flirting with her guy the entire time I wanted to run away from "Steve from Baylor."

Why do guys think this behavior is okay?
Why do I attract them?
Will I ever meet a genuine person?

We will see.
Until then I'll just keep writing about these unfortunate run in's for your entertainment.
I hope "Steve from Baylor" is reading this and gets a clue.

Erin.