<?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-18967002348855804</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:29:57.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>☼wandering☼</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erraticerin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18967002348855804/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erraticerin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~Erratic_Erin~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495203851826021081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCZYjIfW5VA/SSOScNueoGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/riHCxDqnGLw/S220/DSCI0149.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18967002348855804.post-241359360403576576</id><published>2009-02-18T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:39:48.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Funny thing life is. Really. You want something years into the past. And in the future, you get it. It isn't exactly what you thought you would get, but to some extent, it is EXACTLY what you wanted. Funny thing life is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18967002348855804-241359360403576576?l=erraticerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erraticerin.blogspot.com/feeds/241359360403576576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18967002348855804&amp;postID=241359360403576576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18967002348855804/posts/default/241359360403576576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18967002348855804/posts/default/241359360403576576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erraticerin.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny-life.html' title='Funny Life'/><author><name>~Erratic_Erin~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495203851826021081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCZYjIfW5VA/SSOScNueoGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/riHCxDqnGLw/S220/DSCI0149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18967002348855804.post-6938466598296450928</id><published>2009-01-08T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:08:11.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a nudder one-- Pieces Mended</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Put your iPod (or MP3 player) on shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Tag friends who might enjoy doing the note as well as the person you got the note from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"I Miss You" -- Jamestown Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"If You Fall (Fall In Love)" -- Select Start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Miss Murder" -- AFI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Summer Shudder" -- AFI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Bliss" -- Aiden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Don't Trust Me" -- 3OH!3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"I Write Sins, Not Tragedies" -- Panic at the Disco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Into Your Arms" -- The Maine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND(S)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Lunacy Fringe" -- The Used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"I Love College" -- Asher Roth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW Up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Breaking" -- Anberlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Rescued" -- Jack's Mannequin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Up Against" -- Taking Back Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Southern Weather" -- The Almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"I'm Still Breathing" -- Katy Perry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Sometime Around Midnight" -- The Airborne Toxic Event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"This is the Best Day" -- My Chemical Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Justify" -- The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"The Flood" -- Escape the Fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Find the Way" -- The Used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"These Things" -- She Wants Revenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Raining all the Time" -- Kill Hannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Over My Head" -- The Fray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"All Over You" -- The Spill Canvas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Highschool Never Ends" -- Bowling for Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Just Like I Remember" -- Bleed the Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Bitter for Sweet" -- Blaqk Audio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Pieces Mended" -- The Used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18967002348855804-6938466598296450928?l=erraticerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erraticerin.blogspot.com/feeds/6938466598296450928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18967002348855804&amp;postID=6938466598296450928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18967002348855804/posts/default/6938466598296450928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18967002348855804/posts/default/6938466598296450928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erraticerin.blogspot.com/2009/01/nudder-one-pieces-mended.html' title='a nudder one-- Pieces Mended'/><author><name>~Erratic_Erin~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495203851826021081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCZYjIfW5VA/SSOScNueoGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/riHCxDqnGLw/S220/DSCI0149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18967002348855804.post-4675491122790363081</id><published>2008-12-30T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:43:18.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love? what is love? does any even know? no. they dont. "define love". NOT POSSIBLE. and you know what, even if what love is was known, it wouldn't change anything. because when you look into someone's teary clouded eyes and you know it's the last time you will get to do so, you dont care what the defintion of love is. you dont think, "hmm...love. that's a noun and a verb. 'a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another' according to dictionary.com..." you think, "my God. i love you so much. this can't be the last time i get to see you again..." when you cup someone's face in your hands and look upon their glowing face, you dont think, "love: a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection..." you just look at them and know that you love them more than anything in this world and beyond. and thats all that matters. when your hand brushes up against their's, who cares what the definition of love is? who cares? all that matters is that time. that place. that person. and you wanna hold on. for ever. "what if love isn't enough?" you think. it is. it always is. because no matter how far you are away or for how long, you can be comforted in knowing that you know they love you. and they know that you love them. and that love will move mountains. that love will make that persons life so amazing. and even if they miss you more than anything and you miss them more than anything the force causing you to miss is love. and if that love fails, it truely doesnt fail. love can never fail because that love you once felt can keep you going for as long as you hold on to what was and will be again even if it isn't with the same person. and yeah, its hard. it's hard to forget love, or maybe its hard to remember love, but dont ever forget the power that love holds. love will change the world if you let it. and no matter how FAR AWAY or close you are to anyone, you will always be loved because i know that there are those of you out there i love more than anything, those that i dont even know in person. that doesn't matter. its like the definition of love: its irrelevant. no matter how well i know you or only how well i think i know you, love doesn't care. it doesnt matter. all that matters is what we have and who we love. smile love, it'll make my day...my year...it'll make my life. &lt;3 ily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30128393&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=49705433267&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=49705433267&amp;amp;id=1308750316"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18967002348855804-4675491122790363081?l=erraticerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erraticerin.blogspot.com/feeds/4675491122790363081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18967002348855804&amp;postID=4675491122790363081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18967002348855804/posts/default/4675491122790363081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18967002348855804/posts/default/4675491122790363081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erraticerin.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-love.html' title='what is love?'/><author><name>~Erratic_Erin~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495203851826021081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCZYjIfW5VA/SSOScNueoGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/riHCxDqnGLw/S220/DSCI0149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18967002348855804.post-5425023132689888080</id><published>2008-12-15T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:43:08.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afraid of living? Life=1 Erin= Null. Mat Devine and Kill Hannah.</title><content type='html'>"&lt;a href="http://en.thinkexist.com/quotation/every_man_dies-not_every_man_really/175421.html"&gt;Every man dies - Not every man really lives.&lt;/a&gt;”--William Ross Wallace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've discovered one of my many vices: I'm afraid of living. There are so many people having adventures and getting crazy and living it up. I'm not. I'm too busy being reclusive in my own little world. Here, I'm too smart to fall for stupid lies and tricks and whatnot. I'm too wise to fall in love. Too tough to get hurt. Too seperated from everything to give a shit. So here I sit, writing to an invisable audience that lives only in my head, while I have just submerged my self so far into music that there is no way in hell to reach me. So here I am, in music, living only in my head, where it is safest. "Do you want to be safe, or live?" I want both, damnit. Why can't I have both?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading the blog (&lt;a href="http://fuseblog.typepad.com/kill_hannah/"&gt;http://fuseblog.typepad.com/kill_hannah/&lt;/a&gt;) of a man I'm in love with who has no idea I exist (Mat Devine of Kill Hannah, ladies and gentlemen) and I become engulfed, almost....possessed(? taken over?) by what he was saying...everything he says seems to have relevance to everything I've ever wanted out of life. Well, maybe that is a bit of an exaggeration, but he has lived THE LIFE in my eyes. And the more I think about it, the more I wish I could live like him, and the less sense it all makes. Mat seems fearless, in fact, in my eyes he is. He's done it all. He's lived. Now, what he has done to "live" is entirely different from what others may quailfy "living" as. He's drank. He's been high. He's partied. He's fallen in love and been broken and healed and never fallen again. He's toured around to all the places I dream of going. He's followed his heart and dreams with a music career. Before that he majored in art. He's a beautiful individual. He's wise, but also foolishly immature (the parties). He's lived and become what I tend to see as perfect. Now, of course I want to be like him. He &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; my hero, but the part that makes no sense is the drugs and the alcohol. I believe that if you do that sort of thing, you will lose sight of ambition of what you wish to accomplish. You will fall into a continual pattern of drinking and drugs. Yet, look at where he is now, living how I wish I could. Maybe he too was fearful of this sort of activity at one point just like I am. Maybe that's what made him soo fearless: trying it all. Maybe not. Maybe I am just a stupid girl who is annalyzing a stupid lifestyle of a stupid rockstar and will never get to live the stupid life she's always wanted: a life without fear. I'm terrified of anything and everything. I won't drink cuz ppl can get alcohol poisioning and die. And can become and addict. Same goes for drugs. Plus, I'm already unmotivated about life the way it is, this won't help anything at all, right? But, Mat does all this, and he is happy. So if I do something of this nature, and I face it all, will I ever be happy?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to major in Biology but I am. So i can be a physical therapist. Everyone who has ever read my blogs knows this rant well, I HATE BIOLOGY. The ONLY thing that has ever made sense to me is English and Art and Music. But, as I am constantly reminded "It's not that hard. Do something that is promising. Art and Music and English are hobbies. You can do whatever you want for a hobbie once you get a real job." But I don't want that. I hate biology. I hate science. With a passion. If i switch my major, I feel like I'll be letting my parents down, I won't get a job, I'll become a bum begging you all for change and crumbs. I don't know. Should I care about all the pressure put on me by this? I do. Very much. I don't wanna wake up every morning hating life and my job and living in a nice house in a nice neighborhood. Then I suppose one day I'll wake up and think about putting a bullet in my head before I go to work. No. I won't that simply won't do. I'd rather be surrounded by something that makes me want to live life, not a biology major that has already taken off years of my life in my first semester of college. God, I dont think anyone has ever obsessed about anything this triffle like I have.&lt;br /&gt;Then, as every blog entry should have: love. I hate it. I hate love with a passion. I don't fall in love. I dont verbally tell people I love them. I just don't. Love is not something I feel I should be concerned with. On top of everything going on, do I really wanna even consider that aspect in life? I've dated one guy in my entire life. It hurt like hell when he cheated on me. So I gave up. And here I stand. Alone, but not broken. But on the other hand, I want love so badly. I think everyone just wants to be loved. So I have reached the conclusion that I am not "everyone". So I don't want love. I don't need it. I'd rather be wise and alone than foolish and broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If anyone has a clue what happened to Jon from Kill Hannah and why there is mysteriously this guy named "Tom" being spoken about, please tell me. If Jonny is gone forever, I give up. Srsly. Oh wait, only two ppl read my blog and none of which listen to Kill Hannah nor do they keep up with them. Bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18967002348855804-5425023132689888080?l=erraticerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erraticerin.blogspot.com/feeds/5425023132689888080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18967002348855804&amp;postID=5425023132689888080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18967002348855804/posts/default/5425023132689888080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18967002348855804/posts/default/5425023132689888080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erraticerin.blogspot.com/2008/12/afraid-of-living-life1-erin-null-mat.html' title='Afraid of living? Life=1 Erin= Null. Mat Devine and Kill Hannah.'/><author><name>~Erratic_Erin~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495203851826021081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCZYjIfW5VA/SSOScNueoGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/riHCxDqnGLw/S220/DSCI0149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18967002348855804.post-1123224203376562757</id><published>2008-12-11T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:08:23.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love these stupid little random things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;IF YOUR LIFE WERE A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE? So, here's how it works:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. Put it on shuffle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. Press play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. For every question, type the song that's playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5. When you go to a new question, press the next button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;6. Don't lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;7. The TITLE of your movie is the TITLE of this note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;8. Have Fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. Opening credits: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Up Against: Taking Back Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2. Waking Up: Heartless: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hurch Channel: Say Anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. Childhood: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Girl all the Bad Guys Want: Bowling for Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4. First day of school: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Friday, I'm in Love: The Cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5. First day of high school: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Devil Beside You: The Used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;6. First Kiss: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My Appocalypse: Escape the Fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;7. First Date: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Miss Murder: AFI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;8. Falling in Love: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wave Goodbye: Framing Hanley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;9. Prom: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mad Man: Haste the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;10. High school graduation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'll Let You Live: Taking Back Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;11. College: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hot Grills and High Tops: Attack Attack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;12. College Graduation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Out of Control: She Wants Revenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;13. Life's Okay: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Starstruck: 3OH!3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;14. Breakdown: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Six Feet Under the Stars (Acoustic): All Time Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;15. Driving: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Introduction: Panic at the Disco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;16. Flashback: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I Caught Fire (In Your Eyes): The Used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;17. Getting Engaged: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Make Movement, Not War!: Peachcake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;18. Wedding: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cemetery Drive: My Chemical Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;19. Birth of a child: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;About Falling: Say Anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;20. First Job: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Saved (Acoustic): The Spill Canvas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;21. Buying a house: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Prelude 12/21: AFI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;22. Buying a new car: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm Not Your Boyfriend Baby: 3OH!3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;23. Fullfilling your dreams: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is For Keeps: The Spill Canvas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;24. Retirement: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Statues Without Eyes: Kill Hannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;25. Old Age: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Time to Dance: Panic at the Disco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;26. Final Battle: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Breathless (I.J.M.A.): Aiden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;27. Death Scene: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Songs that Saved My Life: Kill Hannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;28. Funeral Song: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Day I Left the Womb: Escape the Fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;29. End Credits: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dear Maria, Count Me In: All Time Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18967002348855804-1123224203376562757?l=erraticerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erraticerin.blogspot.com/feeds/1123224203376562757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18967002348855804&amp;postID=1123224203376562757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18967002348855804/posts/default/1123224203376562757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18967002348855804/posts/default/1123224203376562757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erraticerin.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-these-stupid-little-random.html' title='i love these stupid little random things'/><author><name>~Erratic_Erin~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495203851826021081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCZYjIfW5VA/SSOScNueoGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/riHCxDqnGLw/S220/DSCI0149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18967002348855804.post-228429511976786482</id><published>2008-11-19T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T18:31:27.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>faking my own suicide</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;well, i write again. i'm not soo sleep deprived now, so maybe i'll be able to get something down that's remotely interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;maybe not. idk. i'm used to writing on facebook where everyone on my friends list can read and comment. this is something else. this is like...i'm writing to myself, which is techincally like a journal. right? omg, i'm talking in my head. i dont like living in my head. thats where i spent most of highschool: in my head away from everyone else. it's a scary place, my head. nothing is right in there. and the images and the sounds are splindedly horific. haha. my thoughts are always so jumbled up and nothing makes sense. well, maybe not, but it's fun to pretend like you are someone or something else. im not making any sense am i? but i mean, think about it. there are people i wish i was like and when i look at them now they all seem cynical and bitter. and when i'm in a pissy mood, i want to be like them. i want to be sarcastic and dark and i'm not sure why. so in my head i pretend that i'm more like them in hopes of becoming that way. it doesnt really make any sense. i like being happy but sometimes the loneliness and emptyness is so inviting. and i want that. i choose it over the happy. when i'm in a bad mood, i feel like i'm in a dark hole and theres nothing that can pull me out so why even try? i just want to be left alone and find comfort in the only thing i have at that time: loneliness. but i hate it there. i love being happy and laughing and loving life. but when i'm in a bad mood, leave me there. and when i'm in a good mood, i shun the happy. it's like a teetor-tauter (sp). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;ever heard the song "Faking My Own Suicide" by reliant k? it sends me into the dark sadness of loss, but it makes me feel wonderful at the same time. does that make any sense to anyone? oh Lord, i'm afraid that i'm a psychologist's dream. please, somebody don't tell me that i'm crazy. that's the last thing i want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;now that i have made myself sound like a nutcase...i'm out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18967002348855804-228429511976786482?l=erraticerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erraticerin.blogspot.com/feeds/228429511976786482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18967002348855804&amp;postID=228429511976786482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18967002348855804/posts/default/228429511976786482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18967002348855804/posts/default/228429511976786482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erraticerin.blogspot.com/2008/11/faking-my-own-suicide.html' title='faking my own suicide'/><author><name>~Erratic_Erin~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495203851826021081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCZYjIfW5VA/SSOScNueoGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/riHCxDqnGLw/S220/DSCI0149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18967002348855804.post-2330792151640320022</id><published>2008-11-18T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:12:14.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm kicking out fiercely at the world around me</title><content type='html'>what went wrong? -oh blink 182. lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hi! this is my blog. welcome to bloggage, man. i'm superly tired. when i'm awake i'll blog something good. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18967002348855804-2330792151640320022?l=erraticerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erraticerin.blogspot.com/feeds/2330792151640320022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18967002348855804&amp;postID=2330792151640320022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18967002348855804/posts/default/2330792151640320022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18967002348855804/posts/default/2330792151640320022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erraticerin.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-kicking-out-fiercely-at-world-around.html' title='i&apos;m kicking out fiercely at the world around me'/><author><name>~Erratic_Erin~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495203851826021081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCZYjIfW5VA/SSOScNueoGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/riHCxDqnGLw/S220/DSCI0149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
