dan is french

i'm getting my hair cut tomorrow. remember the last time i got my hair cut? that was pretty cool.

no no, i didn't mean that you suck. If I did mean you, you probably know what I'm talking about.

a brief intermission from our story for... POLITICS

friends suck. I should boycott having friends.

WHAT'S BLOODY WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE????!!!?

chapter two: TASHA WAS WRONG

GUESS WHO'S PLAYING AT EL CORAZON ON FEB 6? SULLIVAN!!!! ok. let's let the saga unfold...
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Bremerton.

We were greeted by the welcome sight of a starbucks, and the ...interesting... sight of "el taco loco".
as we were late for the show, we decided coffee would have to wait. So, we went off in search of our show. Unfortunately, Tasha was not so ready to confess that she still didn't know where she was going this time, so after what looked to me like going in a couple big circles, we pulled into the parking lot of a safeway.
"I go to shows at safeway all the time. They're awesome. The dairy case has a GREAT sound system."

Tasha just smiled and went inside. I got out and asked her where she was going. She responded with a nonchalant "Between the frozen foods and the magazines."

I was very confused. "What's between the frozen food and the magazines?"

"directions."

"oh. I don't get it, but okay."

Yay! directions! we were on our way again. we drove by an impressive amount of parking garages, but... nothing to park for... And eventually realised we must have missed it and started circling again. We called the place we were trying to find, at which point tasha excitedly shoved the phone in my ear while exclaiming "You can hear the music in the background!!" ...um, yay. after talking to 2 confused baristas (the place had an espresso bar), we got some good directions and.... we found the place! Walking in, tasha paid for me and my hand was stamped with a rabbit looking over its shoulder. it felt like a scene from the matrix.
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mwahaha! i dont feel like writing anymore. but the more you comment, the faster i'll post chapter 3.....

chapter one: LEILA WAS RIGHT

"Have you been waiting in the rain the entire time?"

"no, just a little while."

"I thought you said you were gonna wait in starbucks"

"i did, for like an hour and a half."

"sorry, i got stuck in traffic in UD... I hope we make the ferry."

Exiting off the freeway into seattle, Tasha finally confessed that she didn't know where she was going. I was okay with this, but nonetheless, it made me a little uneasy. Driving with tasha is fun. Every now and then she'll point out somewhere like showbox or el corazon and tell you all about this one time she went to a show there and afterwards got her picture taken with the cute drummer. Tasha's life is way cooler than mine. Unfortunately, her navigational skills aren't. After driving around seattle for an indefinite amount of time, we eventually had to resort to calling Josiah for directions. (josiah, you cutie, put the lip ring back in and be less of a loser.) Calling josiah, though painful, was extremely beneficial as after we did, guess what... WE FOUND THE FERRY TERMINAL! ...but we'd missed our ferry. so we got on the next one.
i was amazed at how many people sleep on ferrys. I was also amazed at myself for thinking food you buy on a ferry could be edible. After talking for a while about being assaulted by a pod of whales in alaska (yea... i still tell that story. it's a classic.) we decided to go out onto the balcony thing on the back of the ferry, as i was sick of getting odd looks from people at neighboring tables who could overhear me telling tasha about the metro incident.
for the remaining 30-or-so minutes of the ferry ride, we talked mainly about how the propeller was 24' in diameter, how it would be painful to to be run through a 24' propeller, and about evil pretzels.
then we went back down to tasha's car and listened to some of her favorite bands that i hadn't heard before. ************************************************************************************ I'll post chapter two later. maybe tasha will have emailed me the pics by then

way too much TOAST

really, i'm just eating the twice-cooked bread with strawberry preserves slathered all over it. kinda makes me feel british. but it was ironic.

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P.S. - if you don't know what some of these words mean, try looking them up at urbandictionary.com. it's okay, it happens to all of us. well..... some of us. if you don't know what emo is, got to fourfa.com)

1. name sukkkah (your gangsta name):
2. genres of music you like:
3. name your favorite bands:
4. favorite musician:

5. which of these are you? (you can pick more than one)

-emo

-hardcore

-heartcore

-gangsta

-gamer

-prep (if you're a guy, are you pretty? do you shop at abercrombie? if yes and yes, we can assume you're a prep)

-punk

-metro

-nerd (i love you)

-goth

-rocker

-hick

-ninja

-pirate

-robot

-british (you don't actually have to be british. it's a state of mind.)

-surfer

- scene

6. are you straight edge?

7. do you have a problem with people who are straight edge?

8. do you write songs?

9. are you secretly in love with any of the following?

dudes:

- jennifer aniston

- angelina jolie

- drew barrymore (sp?)

- cameron diaz

- mention anyone I forgot (because i'm a chick and i wouldn't know)

bettys:

- heath ledger

- brad pitt

- chris sharma

- Billie Joe Armstrong (i'm going to laugh at you. and then cry for you)

- any random (insert clique type here) guy will do, as long as he's hawt

- mention anyone i forgot

10. do you play any instruments?

11. how many bands have you been in? (name them)

12. how many of those have lasted more than a month?

13. when was the last time you went to a party?

14. do you dance well?

15. have you ever done anything noteably cool i should be aware of?

16. doyou like pyramid studs?

17. if i got you to take me to seattle and i wanted to go in hot topic, would you go with me? (be honest)

18. do you listen to pop punk bands?

19. tell me something i don't know about you

solitary confinement

yesterday i was stuck at home for 6 hours with no connection to the outside world.

so bored.....

i'm in school right now, with nothing to do... i wish i could text people on my phone. *sad* anyway... it's akward here at cedarcrest. I tried hanging out with the punks/emos/stoners, but they were no fun. Then I tried hanging out with the normal people, and they were no fun. So guess who was left: the preps. And what was really weird is they were fun... could this be a conspiracy to convert erica to prepism? maybe....
why is there a security camera in the library? i dont like this place. this period is almost over. bye people. i'll miss you.

Saturday again

I'm tired... last night I went to a friend of a friend's birthday party in seattle. I got home @ 2:15 am. fun.
we went out for dinner, a movie, and a parking ticket. on the way i saw a burning car - literally up in flames - on the freeway.
Dinner was the best chinese food I've ever had (P.F. Chang's) and the movie (you can probably guess.... yeah, it was the chronicles of narnia) was pretty good. I liked it, but it seemed to be over really fast. It was like, ooh... something cool is about to happen... OH WAIT THERE IT IS! ...umm, where'd it go?
i bet it'll boost furniture sales this xmas.
ok - now here's your incentive to keep in touch w/ me - anyone who wants to know more has to CALL ME!!! mwahahahaha.... ok... never mind.

mutiny aboard the mad molly

I AM SO COLDDDDDDD!!!!!
i have to hold my hot chocolate with both hands to keep them from shaking and spilling it everywhere. Plus it's really hard to type in gloves. I can dial my cell phone w/ gloves, tho.
We've gotten stuck in the snow 3 times, and spun out 4 times, i think. The first time i felt like a little kid on ice skates. or, it might have just been that my life was flashing before my eyes and i remembered being a little kid on ice skates. j/k. it was actually fun.
Man, cedarcrest is a weird place. It's smaller than my junior high in redmond, and its tax base is so small there are about 3 computers in the building. The food is REALLY bad. i tried this weird rectangular pizza. The crust was really soggy, and the cheese infinitley stretchy...gross. good thing i didnt have to go today, due to weather/mom/bill/kiro 7 (thank you, splendid newscasters).
The people at cedarcrest are weird too. No one fits into any particular clique, so they were all banished to duvall. the punks aren't really punks, they're just weird. and the preps aren't even preps. they're trying to be preps, but they can't quite pull it off.
i sat with the pseudo punks at lunch. they weren't very much fun. They all chew the same - its like this open-mouthed, really animated camel chew.
Drama was also weird. never before on my first day have i had to sing "i feel pretty" and dance to a song from the nutcracker. after about a week, i do similar things voluntarily. last time i sang the sound of music, and this other girl started singing too. good times.

Once Upon a Time, erica was feeling sublime

HULLO!!!!!
I made this blog so you could keep in touch and see what's going on w/ me. I'll post every saturday.

Anyway, I'm in redmond today being bored. I start @ Cedarcrest on weds. which should be interesting... my overbearing new counselor just called to warn me about "immature kids" in my english class.

...we picked up a hitch hiker this morning. He wasn't very talkative.