a blog by any other name would sound just the same.

She lives in a fairy tale
Somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smell
Of the world that she's left behind
It's all about the exposure the lens I told her
The angles were all wrong now
She's ripping wings off of butterflies

Keep your feet on the ground
When your head's in the clouds

Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle (x2)

Ba da ba da ba

So one day he found her crying
Coiled up on the dirty ground
Her prince finally came to save her
And the rest you can figure out
But it was a trick
And the clock struck 12
Well make sure to build your house brick by boring brick
or the wolves gonna blow it down

Keep your feet on the ground
When your head's in the clouds

Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle (x2)

Well you built up a world of magic
Because your real life is tragic
Yeah you built up a world of magic

Well, if it's not real
You can't hold it in your hands
You can't feel it with your heart
And I won't believe it
But if it's true
You can see it with your eyes
Even in the dark
And that's where I want to be, yeah

Go get your shovel
We'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle (x2)

Ba da ba da ba...



nuff said.

SERIOUSLY!

seriously tho, how are these people the same. I am so attracted to him in medicate. damn him.






Manfriend did point out that he would probably still much rather be with him than me.

i had to agree

brick by boring brick

I actually began this blog in a very vague place, whinging about how boring my weekends are. then I realised I had just had an amazing weekend. I also am planning on going to one of my favourite places this weekend (Malaney and Ludwigs German restaurant!)

I spent this weekend in both a state of extreme hyperactivity as well as a state of unconciousness.

ENTER SOUNDWAVE FESTIVAL:

it pains me to admit this but up until this weekend, I was a music festival virgin. I have seen many a various gig but never an all day festival. let me explain.

i have never had a strong desire to go to blues and roots, good vibes, future music, splendour and even big day out. to be honest, the pull was never enough to outweigh the costs which until recently would of taken a few weeks savings.

but soundwave always outweighed the cost, but until this year i have not been able to go.

the first ever soundwave festival I was ready to go. i had a ticket, i had my timetable, i had sunscreen. then i woke up with a crippling case of tonsilitis. for those unaware of my terrible immune system, it was the fourth time in 6 months which i had gotten the illness and due to this doctors would no longer give me antibiotics. needless to say I spent the blistering hot day in bed asleep.

the next year rolled around, as i rolled off a bus and broke my collarbone. as much as i love to do stupid shit, jumping up and down in a pit with a broken bone was not my idea of fun.

by the third year my spirit was just about broken. but i was determined. then the lineup came out. nothing. for $150. as a final year uni student, working part time AS well as doing an unpaid internship 3 days a week it just wasn't feasible.

but this year...

THIS YEAR!

not only did alexisonfire, paramore, afi and motion city soundtrack play, but so did JIMMY EAT WORLD! Everyone that was so exhausted from the day, got up and danced to "the middle". it was worth the sunburn, dehydration and total exhaustion which resulted in my comatose questionably hungover state. (no alcohol consumed the whole day)

Hayley Williams made me want to cry with how good she was. George Pettit made me a little faint when he ripped off his shirt. And Davey Havoc confused me with how good looking he was but still put on an amazing show. and the Creepshow made me go to JB Hi Fi the next day and buy their album.

it was an amazing weekend spent with great friends (and complete strangers). Lizbot and I fought our way to the front of paramore and the semi front of alexisonfire. Manfriend and I cuddled for AFI and TBS. What can I say, we love a good acronym. And then I hung back OUT of the pit for ADTR. It wasn't worth the kicked in jaw, like manfriend.

getting down with the chi

I have recently been trying to get back into a relatively good fitness routine. I am not entirely happy with my body (but hey who is?) but I have decided not to focus on losing weight or working on one particular part of my body. Rather I have decided that, three years on from my still embarrassing broken collarbone, I need to build up my core strength again.

I have ignored offers from my good friend Kurtle the Turtle (disclaimer: he dislikes this nickname severely), a fitness FREAK and budding nutritionist, to "strengthen my core" for about 8 months now. However, as I have started a new office job where I find myself sitting on my ass for most of my day (expect 2 weeks prior to an event, then its see how fast Erin can run down the hall in heels time) I decided its about damn time I got my strength back up.

Another reason is slightly stranger, but most of my reasonings are. Manfriend and I play a game where we one of us lies on top of the other (stay with me here, its not perverted) and completely puts all of our dead weight onto the other. The person on the bottom then has to try and get the other off them any ways possible (aside from tickling/the other person moving for you). I fail at this game. Manfriend is not a large boy, he is tall but very slim. I should be able to move him, but I cannot summon the strength to do so.

Enter Yoga/body balance/netball/pt sessions every week.

Aren't I an amazingly awesome, holistically centered person?

That's what I thought, until....

During the token "relaxation and meditation" session of my Body Balance Class as they filled us with soothing music and words about my calming space I felt a feeling of peace wash over me. Quickly followed by a feeling of immense pride that I was capable of summoning peace by lying on the floor after sweating profusely for an hour.

As I lay still in peace my mind was not blank like my instructor told me it should be. Instead I found myself thinking about what I would wear to work tomorrow. I was mentally dressing myself like that computer program Cher had in Clueless.

Thats when I realised I was much to superficial to be holistic.

Damn, another fail.

i am not anxious to die, just anxious to matter

watched pearl harbour for the first time since i was around 12. I forgot how terrible it is.

thats my unrelated note

this is the real part.

i am....
erin, a maniac, self concious, outgoing, stupid, cute, anxious, self indulgent and a all round nutjob.

i have....
a wonderful set of friends, a loving and close family and a wonderfully smart, funny, gorgeous, can't get enough of him boyfriend. and despite all this, i have constant worrys

i will....
kick you, punch you, try to drown you, hug you, kiss you, lie on top of you, cuddle you, swear at you, scream and cry at you, say irrational things to you and rant for days to you if i care for you in anyway.

i won't....
ever shutup. even when the world would be a better place if i did. i am physically, mentally and emotionally incapable of it.

i hate....
people that say they have no regrets. i regret alot. saying i was young, drunk, and stupid does nothing to make them go away. saying i learnt my lesson, have grown up or moved on doesn't either.

i love....
getting excited, getting into that little nook that i fit so well, twirling my hair when its just been washed, hugging/thrusting my best friends, making new friends and my eyes.

i like.....
zooper doopers.

i ain't.....
got terrible grammar. pretend this one doesn't exist.

i always....
analyse my performance after i first meet someone/serve someone/talk on the phone/or drive past someone.

i think....
random trains of thought. if i ever burst out with random words and sentences which do not relate to the original topic, just know that it made sense to me.

i could....
be a better friend. but most of the time i am being selfish and rude because i am jealous.

i would....
give more money to charity if i didn't already work for one.

i wonder....
who thought of lime milkshakes.

i read....
because it makes me happy. not because i am a nerd.

i play.....
netball, trumpet, majhong titans, freecell, facebook stalking, with your mind, my hair, with manfriend, monopoly and mario kart.

i can....
pick my nose with my tongue, if i wanted to that is...... i don't.

i can't......
be in car, train or plane (as a passenger) for more than 20 mins without falling asleep.

i want....
to always wake up laughing, and i am coming close.

i can guarantee.....
that if you spend the night in a bed with me you will hear me laugh, snort, mumble, talk and may be yell. also expect to be kicked, twitched on, pushed out of the bed and have all blankets stolen.

i hope....
he loves me as much as i love him.

2010: the year of books

i came to the realisation today (after I bought another book) that I have a mounting stack of books on my to read list.


New years resolution: read them all.