The city laid in ruins. The wreckage told a story of a war that had brought pain and sorrow and eventually death to every creature that had dwelled within the city walls. Blood pooled in the streets and was the red carpet for the army that marched through, finally leaving with joys of war in their pockets and the destruction of war in their dust. This army conquered all - even what was thought to be indestructable. This was lying in the middle of the city. Fallen amongst the rubble of a building lay a dragon, dead in its defeat - a shattered skull, tattered wings and broken scales.



Well that was my attempt at making this a creative blog a la Madi. Actually, to be honest, I was trying to make something interesting out of my title for this entry. The real reason for the title: according to my scale, I weigh 170lbs. For somebody my height, that is the maximum weight in the "healthy weight range" for a woman with a large frame. I don't think I have a large frame, but then, am I forgetting my child bearing hips? Still, I think my scale is broken.

That is all I have. This is Erin tuning out. Thank you for joining me.



(Hey. Hey Madi. Just read your comment after I posted this. You said write something. I did! Oh la la. Vhat a coincidence!)

Blogging almost seems foreign now. Apparently I updated March 26. My oh my. That was a while ago.

So where to start..?

TODAY! I went job hunting. Applied at a campground and at an engineering place. Engineering place was the most interesting.

Here goes the situation.

Erin walks into this office area. A man's head pops up over a cubicle and, seeing me, walks over.

"How can I help you?"
"I was wondering if you were hiring."

    Looks at me funny. "For what kind of position?"
   
        Shit. I don't know. I just heard from Sam who heard from her borther Brendan         who is working there that they are hiring. "Er..." Oh damn. Stumbling here. Let's         try another approach.

"I took first year engineering!"
        Ah, interest fills his eyes. Point for me. He finally looks at resume I handed him.
"Oh, you took it here. And you took Electrical engineering?"
        Haha. Worst mark. I nod.
"Can you write technical reports?"
        Pfft. I can write... reports.
"Er, yah... maybe."
"Did you take a technical writing course?"
"Oh. No. But wait! I was part of a team and I helped write a report for a competition. But I only helped. Definetely not a large part. It was for, don't know if you know, but it was for SAE."
"Oh yah, SAE. I know that."
        Two points for Erin.
"Do you know autocad?"
"No. But I learned Solidworks."   
        Pfft. Solidworks. Useless.
"Really! Because we are looking for someone to do Solidworks."   
        Solidworks! My favourite!

.... and so it went. Told him that I knew the basics and would definetely need a refreshers. Told me that was fine...

Only bad part is that I need part time. He doesn' t know if they are looking for Full time or part. Maybe I can work 2 nights a week at the Greek House.... hrm.


Yah. Fingers are crossed. He said that they would call me back. I really want that job. heh.

I will definetely need to look into getting internet at home. Without it, I am feeding my addicition to coffee. Pretty much I just hit up every coffee shoppe to get the internet. Not too bad. Just out of the way sometimes.

Yesterday. Saw Spiderman 3. Also yesterday, I contemplated suicide. During the tragic 2 1/2 hours wasted in the theater. Only consolation is that I can always look back on the very patriotic scene where Spidey is standing in front of the US flag with great admiration. *Barf a little in my mouth*

But then we went to White Spot. Much better. Got to see Kristen! Much much better.

Signed up for Script Frenzy. Everyone who reads this... sign up now. Or else you have to deal with... er... Madi.

Al and I went for a crazy hike up the hill behind my house. I was tired before we got to the gravel pit. Ridiculous. Entertaining though. Got a few scratchs from the brush, it was in the attacking mood. Found a deer carcass. Jumble of legs, ribs and head. Upon closer inspection, it still had teeth and we were admiring the jumble of bones when a large spider crawled out of the eye socket. That was for you, Curt. There was no spider.

Laurie and Heather: A long time ago you wanted to know all the important information about my friends. Well, I would tell you over the internet, but I don't think that posting full names, SIN numbers, care card numbers, adresses, and a picutre of them is good idea on the internet. Therefore, I printed their criminal records and am sending them ExpressPost to Bourke for your further inquisition.

Al, Britt, Curt, Kristen, Madi: Pray that your criminal record was wiped when you turned 18.

Anyone else reading my blog: Why are you reading this?

It's been over a month but my short term memory is shot. So this is all that is getting written for now.

Farewell for another month (maybe). Better to be safe than.. not.

E

35 percent more and I will be Captain Awesome. Pretty sure that that is a tremendous name and just for that reason I will not be knighted that name. Yoho! (Pirate translation for "Ahha!") That gives me a brilliant idea. I shall be Sir Captain Awesome. I must get into my pirate garb.

Sitting on the Bed of Bru is becoming a tradition. A vey fine one, if I may add. Sunday nights are full of fascinating funtastic times, fun, laughter and two trucks. Let me explain:

After a quick Timmy's run to wake up, we mosied on to City Park to further the awakeness. After climbing over every object in the water park, we moved on to the play ground for a fabulous game of grounders. It was brilliant. After that we moved on to the bleachers and Madi and I serenaded ourselves with our sapectactular dance moves. A little Cha Cha here, a little Cotton Eyed Joe there and we were set.

After that, we moved on to the beach, sang a Piratical Pirate song named "Professional Pirate" and then little Bru looks over and asks, "Al, are those lights beside your truck?"

Let me state, Albert is one hell of a runner.

Lucky us, just as the tow truck driver was climbing into the truck Albert yells and that saves us a great deal of money. Forty dollars later, we were set to go.

Funny how I knew that the parks closed at 11pm but forgot on the day that we needed to know that. Good thing that I am not going to become a doctor, pretty sure I would forget how to do an IV the day I really need to do one.

Bru is reading out loud. Madi is preening. And I am typing away.. but guess what! I am set to go to become a pirate! That means that I am out of here.

Yoho me hearties.
Sir Captain Awesome

Liars are people who say that they will update and they don't. *cough cough* *points finger*

Two fortnights later and I update my blog.

And now thinking back.. I cannot remember what all has happened. It has all gone and blurred itself together into a whirlwind of memories. It is funny how that happens. I know that many times during this past month I have thought "Man, that is going in my blog." However, I believe that those memories are gone right now, mixed up with the rest of the memories that will one day remerge and make me chuckle once again.

Beginning of Februrary...

... Engineering Week? Really... that was a month ago? The Pack of us did what I would like to call, kickstarted the pranking of engineers at Univeristy of Briitish Columbia Okanagan. Just think, in many years when we are old and decrepit and we have our great grandkids on our knees, we can weave the tales of the times in the good' ol days when the pranking by engineers in kelowna was started by us. And then the great grandkids will not believe us so we will tell them to not doubt us and that we also walked 8 miles to school everyday, uphill both ways.

Middle of February...

Reading Week! Yah, so I got to go home. See the family. It was a good time. Finally had a girls night with.. the girls. So, maybe after 3 years, the night finally happened. At least it wasn't 13 years.

Kate and I attempted the Great Jello Operation. It was a disaster in the making. However, it was enjoyable all the same. The best part though, is that the man in charge of the church maintenance was completely cool about it and just said that he’d call the carpet cleaners to come. Score! That saves Kate and I from killing our knees and backs attempting to wash out 23 litres of Lime Jello. I think that we should of left it all, not even attempted to wipe it up, because then after it gelatinized we could have used it to run and slide on. Two, maybe even three, (no, it can’t be that long!) weeks later, we still haven’t cleaned the mess. Whoops.

Now the font has changed because I copied and pasted the last paragraph. Look at me being all lazy.


End of February...

Mid terms!!! Wicked yes! (and the font has changed again.)

Here is the run down of the tests:
    Tuesday: Lab midterm: So I at least knew what I was doing.
    Wednesday: Fundamentals: Shoot me. Actually please don't. I don't think that I would appreciate that. Plus, that exam gave me way o many happy moments. I really don't know why but I walked out of that horrid exam much happier that I was going in. Maybe when the shit hits the fans it turns into whipping cream... haha. Really bad analogy.

*ahem* Moving on....
    Wednesday continued: Calculus: "Please God... Please! Please let me pass." I am pretty sure I did, but what is a little prayer added on top for backup.
    Friday: Matter and Energy: I actually studied this time. It is a shame that we didn't study the right material.

Weekend. Seven hours studying at my house turned into seven examples and hours of no work. Next day = a few more questions. Tomorrow = day of cramming. Reminds me of grade 12.

Today....

FINALLY GOT TO RUN THROUGH THE FIELD. I have alwasy wanted to. That lovely lucious green field, calling at me whenever I drove past. A huge field with nothing to do in it except run. And run I did. Today! Except it wasn't green. And definelty not lucious. It was muddy. And snowy. And wonderful.

Oh, to end on a sappy note.

The time of 2h19 in the morning is a sure sign that I will be tired in the morning.

E

Oh right... I also started writing my book. Finally... muhahaha. So what if it has taken me a few years to figure out the plot..... it has now started.

Hmm… blogging does not seem to be my forte.

 So thinking back… almost two weeks ago, my phone rang while walking through the parking lot. It was Kristen, and she was astonished that I could just walk by a bus and not wave at her. Needless to say, I whipped around, walked to her bus and we had a lovely conversation on the phone while standing two feet apart and separated by glass bus doors.

 Then, Laurie had to leave. For 10 months. Seems like a long time, while at the same time, 10 months is kind of short. Apparently she called home yesterday from India, talked to my parents and then the connection broke. Ah well… at least she is alive and still kicking.

 This was followed by birthdays. First Laurie’s and then Madi’s. Madi, who is super not stealthy, was whole heartedly surprised when she walked into Montana’s. Plus she was super delighted to wear a darling moose hat for part of the dinner. The night was just topped off with a large plate of fajitas, pronounced fa-jite-ahs. Delightful little buggers, they are.

 I dunno… skip a few days and then I decided to tackle our home computer. I got fed up with it and downloaded Ad-Aware and Spybot. 745 bad products blocked later, I hope the she is up and running. Apparently, it just crashed on Jen. Geez… stupid thing just wants to fight, doesn’t it?

 Do you notice, that when somebody does something really stupid, sometimes you just want to hurt them. Hit them silly and hope that something gets jarred in their head that will make them not so … slow. Has this ever happened to you?

So, I met this girl named Elly. I have heard about her from a friend (this same friend being the one who introduced us). Elly is from Fort St. John. I knew that already about her (as I said, I knew about her already). After, say three hours, I need to ask her a question.

            “Elly,” she looks at me. “Why don’t you have an accent?”

Blank look.

            “I mean, like doesn’t everyone from the East coast—”

It is at this moment that Jen hisses in my ear, “That’s St. John! Fort St. John is in BC!”

 

Ah ha.

Silly me.

Stupid silly, little me.

“Shit.”

 

Honestly though, St. John’s is the capital of Newfoundland. I have only known that for what? 10 years. (I am thinking back to grade 3, where we learned that fantastic song “The Provinces of Canada are Fun to Remember.”)

 I love being smrt.

 I also love wanting to hurt myself.

 I also Coheed and Cambria. Wow.

 Oh yah! Just remembered. I also love this music video I saw. You see the band playing, the lead singer is singing away. Then you see a lion chasing an antelope. Then you see the band again. Then you see the antelope jumping. And then this other lion jumps out of the grass and catches the antelope in mid-air. Then you see the band again. Then bridge blows up. The band, again. Snake bites a gopher. Band again.

 Like I said, fantastic music video.

 However, I am going to go tackle some wonderfully fun thermodynamics.

E

 

Ok... so, it isn't the greatest story but whatever. Don't be hatin'.

I was walking outside this morning to go let my dog out of her pen which she sleeps in due to the mass amounts of wild creatures that live behind us in the fierce woods. I was fully aware of the threat of the ice covering everything due to the rain/snow yesterday. I made it the whole way down to the pen and was frickin 10 feet away from the car when I fell. And smacked my hand on the cement. Now, I have always thought that the way to sprain/hurt-the-hell one's wrist was to land on the fingers and bend the hand in one direction. I smacked the bloody ground. And my wrist swelled right up.

Then at the coffee shoppe, to show Laurie and Jen just how I hurt myself, I demonstrated the action again. I smacked the table. I am a frickin retard. It still bloody hell hurts. Typing is agony.

Anyway, then after coffee, we ran errands and during that bought a shelf that hangs, by suction cups. in the shower so that one can put stuff in it. Good story eh?

Went for dinner with youth staff. Came home, watched Underworld: Evolution.

So... the movie ends and my sisters and I are sprawled on the couch. It is around 1 in the morning. Mom and Dad are in bed. We just watched a movie that is technically a horror. So we are just laying around when something falls, from somewhere in our house. We all freeze. Something else falls. We stand up... did Mom or Dad drop something and are in peril need of our salvation? Jen creeps to the door and looks down the stairs. I tell her to go to the bathroom. So she hunchs over and creeps down the hall. She creeps. Picture that. Myself, the youngest, and my two older sisters slowly moving toward the bathroom. I catch up to Jen, put my hand on her back and shove her forward. It was way too slow for me. Later, I justified my actions by saying that I knew what fell. Later, they justified my actions by saying that I thought that whatever was laying in wait for us could have Jen.

Ended up that the suction thing in the bathroom fell. I knew it! They doubt my abilities. Needless to say, the parentals woke up.

Kristin: you say you are split between Harry and Lupin. I am not hating you for the undecisiveness. Come on now... you are a mix between a hot boy and a werewolf. I dunno.... that is pretty sweet.

Curtis: You say that you are Draco. Come on now... that is a lie. You have nothing on Draco.

Madi: You are Snape. In reality, your alter ego kills my alter ego. But guess what? You believe Snape is still good. Translation: Snape still follows Dumbly..... hmmm...

Albert: Do the bloody test and stop denying yourself the simple pleasures of Harry Potter.

Off to nurse my wrist.

E


Ps. Jen just came in and asked what I was doing. I informed her that I was relaying important information from my life onto the internet. She reminded me to tell all about when I piked out of skiing for a whole day on Boxing Day and then I went back to the chalet and watched Lizzie McGuire on TV. I don't really understand.. she seems to believe that leaving skiing to watch Lizzie Mcguire is a big deal or something....

Madi is a freaking genius. I cannot deny this.

I have paint!

I can have a display picture.

Pretty sure Madi sent me a virus just so that she could tell me how to get rid of it and then I would have to say that she is brilliant.

I see the ploy.