I've neglected you!

As I sit here waiting for my psychology lecture to start this morning I realize I've neglected you for a week! I am so sorry!
SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED

For starters, I landed a car. She's pretty sweet. My mom calls it bill. I think that a terrible name, I call her Delilah Blue. A good old drag queen name. She's a 1996 Toyota Avalon with a lot of character.

My roommate Summer and I went looking at apartments this weekend. I fell in love. I don't think I mentioned this, but my boyfriend Drew and I are loving in together in February. He's moving to Evansville from Fort Wayne so we can be together while I'm in school. He's amazing. But this apartment is amazing too. A great price. Great square footage. It's nice and clean. A great lay out. Huge kitchen for an apartment. I'm in love. drew hasn't seen it yet. But he said that if it is what I love then it is what we'll get. Most importantly, I can have my kitty. This makes me so freaking happy. I love my kitty. :)


Well, my class is starting. My professor just waltzed in wearing his fancy hat and tiny shirt.
Blog at you later! I promise. There is so much more to tell. :)

-Erin

I got the Job!

Today started out as normal as every other day.  I stayed in bed wayyyyy to long. On my way to class I got a phone call though.

I WAS OFFERED THE POSITION!  I interviewed the other day to be a Part Time Studio Sales Associate. And I got it. I was SO HAPPY. So happy in fact that I rushed over today and filled out all the paperwork for hire. I'm so excited.  The first person I wanted to tell was Drew. But as usual, he was sleeping. So I couldn't.

Drew and I have been together for 5 months. 5 months as of yesterday actually. It feels like so much longer though. I don't know if that's good or not. I'd like to just blame it on our excellent connection.  I plan on marrying that boy. Eventually. When he asks me. If he asks me.

I mean, but to be honest, we BOTH forgot our 5 months. Isn't that odd? Usually people who are newly together are excited and all over their stupid month things. We forgot. Maybe we jumped into a serious relationship too fast. I mean to be fair, I basically moved in with him the day after we started dating.

I have the best friend a girl could ask for.  She's really far away though. Which stinks. But she's off at Nanny school learning how to take care of little kids for lots of money. I'm proud of her. For sure. She's pretty much the best person with kids ever.

I LOVE PINTEREST. :]

Today, I wore neon green and black striped socks. (I tried to post a picture of them, but it wouldn't load. I saw this picture on facebook though and I laughed SO HARD)

-Erin

Left the size tag on my jeans... wore my lucky socks

Today was one of those days that really isn't anything special to write home about... so instead of boring my family with it, I'll bore you! 

I'll give you that picture setting scene. Alarm clock goes off. You pray for 5 more minutes of sleep. Next thing you know, class is in a half hour. You can't miss it. Why? It's midterms.  To put the icing on the cake, it's only 7:30 in the morning. I roll out of bed. Slip my shoes on, grab a pencil and I'm out the door. 

The beauty of going to my university is that there are small classes. The horror of going to my university is that there are small classes. The one day I wear my pajamas, my professor goes "What did you do, roll out of bed?" And of course, that is exactly what I did. I guess I should be happy she notices me. On the flip side though, one wants their professor to notice them in a step aerobics class. Sweaty is not a good look on anyone... unless you're Hugh Jackman. Mmmm. :]

Psychology is a score. I answer the Super Mario Brothers question correctly and impress all the boys in my class, including my professor, D'Arcy who is a nerdy little fella from Canada with a tad bit of that book smart sex appeal. But only a tad. He cut his hair into that "I'm still stuck in 1980 let's do the moonwalk" kind of way. 

Thank goodness for small favors and polite ladies. I wore new jeans today. The kind that make your butt look snazzy and your thighs not look gigantic. Well, silly me the awesome lady that I am apparently forgot to take the size sticker that goes down your leg off. I had walked across campus wearing these. All I kept saying was THANK GOODNESS these were the tiny sized jeans. :]

I gave a speech. Over Dr. Seuss, who is the best and baddest bro ever. Who else could drop out of grad school, get caught drinking during prohibition, and still rhyme crazy words that are little kid friendly and crazy cool? No one. That's who. And me being me, I have a sock for just about every occasion  So I wore my Cat in the Hat socks. I got a 101% on my speech. :]

The rest of the day went down hill from there. 
But I had Bdubs. And then I started a blog and then I blogged about my cat, then my day. 
SHOOT. I promise these wont suck all the time. It was just a pretty uneventful day. 

-Erin

This is Lily.... He loves me. I promise ----->

Let's get this shin dig started.

Well, hello.

I've always wanted a blog.  I even attempted it once before.  It didn't go so well.  This time though, I'm as serious as a heart attack about it. 

Not to mention I'm a bored college student taking WAY too many college credits with a surprising amount of time on her hands. Also, I like talking. And writing. Some days, I feel like my life is a giant joke and other days I sit in my pajamas, eat my weight in food, and watch all the bad Canadian films on Netflix.

I dig that crafty shit too. And holiday socks. OH GOODNESS. I love holiday socks. It saddens me to know I only have one pair of Halloween socks. 

I have an amazing boyfriend, Drew.  He pretty much rocks harder than boulders.  We are kind of a big deal.  My cat and I, Lily are a serious couple too. He's my soul-mate   Yes, I said he.  My poor gender confused male cat is named Lily. But it's not my fault... I swear. Blame my mother and the vet who failed to locate his family jewels and deemed him a lady. I'll probably be paying for years and years of therapy.  Going from being "Mommies Little Princess" to "Mommies Handsome Man" I can only image is pretty traumatizing. That, and while I am away at college he lives with my dad. Who incidentally hates cats.

Does anyone else find it a little pathetic I wrote the most about my cat? Yeah, me too. But he's my pal. And when I eat that whole tub of ice cream, he doesn't say a word. He just lays there and expects to be pet. There I go about the cat again... I should change the title of this to Erin and her cat. Or "The Life of a Cat Lady in the Making." 

Well, I'm hungry. I'm usually hungry actually. It's a fat kid thing. :]

-Erin