<?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-8317972</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:52:03.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erin's Stuff</title><subtitle type='html'>The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return. -Moulin Rouge</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-115326514805989124</id><published>2006-07-18T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T16:26:15.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I would never have guessed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 316px; background-color: rgb(216, 233, 237); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="background: rgb(129, 172, 201) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; height: 4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" style="float: left;" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right;" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="padding: 0pt 0pt 5px; background: rgb(129, 172, 201) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="padding: 3px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;What musical term describes you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="padding: 5px; text-align: left; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(216, 233, 237);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/sax0m0f0ne/1085071664_uizfermata.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a fermata!&lt;br /&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/sax0m0f0ne/quizzes/What+musical+term+describes+you%3F"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding: 2px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/sax0m0f0ne/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=566239"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone disagree with this?  Yeah, didn't think so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-115326514805989124?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/115326514805989124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=115326514805989124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/115326514805989124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/115326514805989124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-would-never-have-guessed.html' title='I would never have guessed...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-115285092418165761</id><published>2006-07-13T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T21:22:04.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of Dr. Copeland</title><content type='html'>So, I don't know how many of you actually have heard the news that I'm staying at UAB, but for those of you who have and were wondering why, well, let's just say things were not falling into place like I wanted them to.  I think I knew it all along, but I think it really clicked on Tuesday afternoon.  I was helping out at the ACDA Summer Celebration reading choir where, basically, 4 clinicians come and you sightread a whole bunch of music and they pick 2 or 3 songs to work on the next day and at the end of the second day, there's a performance of the songs.  So, one of the clinicians was Dr. Reynolds.  At the dress rehearsal for the concert, Dr. Copeland came up to rehearse Dr. Reynolds' music because he couldn't make it to the concert.  As soon as he started conducting, I just smiled from ear to ear.  I smiled because after having these different conductors for two days, I knew that with Dr. Copeland, I was home.  I knew right then that I wouldn't be happy with anyone else standing in front of me waving their arms around.  I'm just sorry that it took me almost leaving a choir that I love and have been in since it's beginning and have dedicated going on 6 years of my life to, to realize that I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.  I guess it's better late than never, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-115285092418165761?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/115285092418165761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=115285092418165761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/115285092418165761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/115285092418165761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2006/07/power-of-dr-copeland.html' title='The power of Dr. Copeland'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-115281706566026709</id><published>2006-07-13T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T11:57:45.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Plans</title><content type='html'>If anyone cares to know... I'm staying here and going to UAB.  The Queen of the Choir still reigns.  Long live the Queen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all in Choir!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-115281706566026709?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/115281706566026709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=115281706566026709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/115281706566026709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/115281706566026709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2006/07/change-of-plans.html' title='Change of Plans'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-115173474193311728</id><published>2006-06-30T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T23:19:01.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocker...</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know it's been like 7 mos. sinced I blogged and probably no one will even read this because they're so used to saying, Erin hasn't blogged, and yet, here I am once again. I keep reading the choir blog and thinking about how much I am going to miss being in the 2nd, but really 1st, best choir in the world. Oh yeah, and the people. haha... Most days I really just try not to think about it. I really feel like I'm doing the right thing, it's just really hard sometimes to try to remember that feeling when I'm dealing with leaving my family, best friends, my school, the only city I've ever lived in... basically everything I know and everything I'm used to. But I think that's why this is going to be good for me. I mean, I'll get to experience a new choir, new school, new group of people, a new city, while still remaining close enough to come back whenever I want, and know that I'm just 1 hr. away from being home if things don't work out in Tuscaloosa. Which, I haven't even gotten accepted yet. I know that some may not understand why I am leaving, or why I chose to go to Alabama, but I have reasons and I do feel like this is the right move for me, at least for right now. I may feel differently in a year, but I'll just deal with that then. Even though my Masters is only a 2 year degree and it would be easier just to stay at one school the whole time, things change and people change and I just have to do whatever I feel is right for me at the moment. So, even though this is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do, I feel like Alabama is right for me at this moment. I appreciate everyone's support, even if you don't agree with me. haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-115173474193311728?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/115173474193311728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=115173474193311728' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/115173474193311728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/115173474193311728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2006/06/shocker.html' title='Shocker...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-114150107366123592</id><published>2006-03-04T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T11:38:36.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What car are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;I'm a Dodge Viper!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tomorrowland.us/sportscar/images/viper.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're all about raw power. You're tough, you're loud, and you don't take crap from anyone. Leave finesse to the other cars, the ones eating your dust.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;Take the &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Which&lt;/a&gt; Sports Car Are You?&lt;/a&gt; quiz. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-114150107366123592?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/114150107366123592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=114150107366123592' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/114150107366123592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/114150107366123592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-car-are-you.html' title='What car are you?'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-113256115075270907</id><published>2005-11-21T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T00:19:10.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old dog, new tricks</title><content type='html'>So, it's amazing what learning how to transfer pictures from your digital camera to your computer will do for your ego... well, ok, not that much, but I still feel smart.  hehe... anyway.. everybody has to look at my pictures everywhere now even though most of them are of my baby, Milo!!  I weighed him the other day.  He now weighs 23lbs.  Maybe he and I both need to go on a diet! haha... Speaking of.  I haven't been going to the gym for the past 2 months.  Firstly, I had to stop going because I got tendonitis and had to wear that stupid boot on my feet and it still hasn't gone away, so even if I went, I could only do arm stuff.  And then I didn't get to go because of the opera and everything.  But anyway, the lady that my mom and I made friends with who works at the gym keeps calling us and leaving us messages and now she's emailed us asking where we are and why we aren't coming!  I'm like, am I wasting your money, hell no!  Leave me alone!!  Geez people.  Sorry, just had to vent.  And yes, I do realize that that sentence was very much a run-on.  Anyway. I'm going to bed.  Everyone have a great Turkey Day!!  Muah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-113256115075270907?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/113256115075270907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=113256115075270907' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/113256115075270907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/113256115075270907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/11/old-dog-new-tricks.html' title='Old dog, new tricks'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-112918344115432699</id><published>2005-10-12T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T23:04:01.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mellow-Yellow</title><content type='html'>Ok, so this post has nothing to do with the drink, or even the color yellow for that matter, but I have been very mellowed out lately so there's the reason for the title.  My big brother is getting married on Saturday, my dad and my two best friends are getting married this summer... need I say more?  What do you do when the guy you've liked forever doesn't "see" you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-112918344115432699?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/112918344115432699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=112918344115432699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/112918344115432699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/112918344115432699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/10/mellow-yellow.html' title='Mellow-Yellow'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-112892376626816766</id><published>2005-10-09T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T22:56:06.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why, why why?!</title><content type='html'>Why do guys suck so bad?!  How come they love your personality, but as soon as they see you (me) they run far, far away!  Why do they assume that, just because you're not the prettiest girl in the world, you're not worth spending any time with or even getting to know?  Well, here's my advice... Boys are stupid, Throw rocks at them!!  Grr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-112892376626816766?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/112892376626816766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=112892376626816766' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/112892376626816766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/112892376626816766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-why-why.html' title='Why, why why?!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-112690278733555302</id><published>2005-09-16T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T13:33:07.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziness</title><content type='html'>So, for those of you who know what I'm talking about/have been asking me about it, I'm going to explain something... if you don't know, don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be some confusion about the fact that I do not want a certain person to come back to choir next semester.  This is both true, and not true.  She and I, both used to feel that if someone was going to be in choir one semester, they should do it both semesters because we do start working on our music from the whole year starting on the first day.  However, there was never a rule that said you had to do it both semesters.  Well, now there is a rule that says that and it has already been enforced upon 2 people.  For this reason, and this reason only, do I feel that this person should not be allowed back into choir after not being there this semester.  We are still friends, I still love her, and I have nothing against her.  It has nothing to do with her, or me, or anyone else.  I just feel that it would be unfair to a) the rest of the choir who has worked our butts off this semester, and b) the 2 people that didn't make it because they couldn't do it both semesters.  I hope that this clears everything up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-112690278733555302?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/112690278733555302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=112690278733555302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/112690278733555302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/112690278733555302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/09/craziness.html' title='Craziness'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-112563926781046547</id><published>2005-09-01T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T22:34:27.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Je m'appelle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#FFF2BF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your French Name Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFFAE6"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/frenchnamegenerator/france.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Édith  Mercier&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/frenchnamegenerator/"&gt;What's" Your French Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-112563926781046547?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/112563926781046547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=112563926781046547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/112563926781046547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/112563926781046547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/09/je-mappelle.html' title='Je m&apos;appelle...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-112546573191180642</id><published>2005-08-31T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T22:22:11.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been a long time since I wrote anything so I figured it was time again.  So here's what's been happening... the guy that I was sortof dating but mostly just talking to, some of you know him as octopus-boy, completely just stopped calling me.  It's been like a month and a half since the last time we spoke, so he's out of the picture.  School has started, as most of you know, and it's good to have a routine that includes music again, unlike the summer.  Choir is totally rocking my world cause I love our new peoples and it's good to see old faces again.  I think France helped the returning members get to know each other a lot better and this year it just feels like one big happy family reunion.  I like that!  I also love being the Queen of the Choir!  haha... but seriously, seeing this choir from the very beginning when Dr. C was doing Chambers and now to see where we are today, I'm completely and utterly amazed!  No one else has seem what he has done for this music department as much as I have, and I want you all to know that he is the greatest thing you'll ever meet!  I hope you all know how lucky you are to have him as your director!  Wow, that got sappier that I wanted it to, but oh well, it's the truth.  Anyway, I gave you all something new to read, so I'm done... see you in choir tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-112546573191180642?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/112546573191180642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=112546573191180642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/112546573191180642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/112546573191180642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/08/long-time.html' title='Long Time'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-112232268788327230</id><published>2005-07-25T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T13:18:07.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Think</title><content type='html'>I need a little help and maybe some encouragement.  See, my dad is getting married to Judy on my birthday next year (completely different story) and I'm in the wedding.  So, Judy calls every now and then to go over details or to ask if we can have lunch or something like that.  It seems like every single time she calls, I'm with my mom.  Well, since I'm pretty much always with my mom and I can't just ignore Judy, I take the calls.  Well now my mom has asked me to "have a little consideration for her feelings" and not take the calls while I with her.  First of all, I'm always with her.  Secondly, what about MY feelings.  Does she think I like being in the middle of all this crap?  I mean, what am I supposed to do, just sneak around and talk to Judy, and see Judy, behin my mom's back?  She'd get mad at me for that, too!  I just don't know what to do because I understand that my mom is sensitive and I know she uncomfortable, but I, being in the middle, have to do what I have to do!  Advice, please?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-112232268788327230?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/112232268788327230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=112232268788327230' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/112232268788327230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/112232268788327230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/07/time-to-think.html' title='Time to Think'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-112198027221147644</id><published>2005-07-21T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T14:11:12.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Young marriage response...</title><content type='html'>So, I've been reading all of Dr. Copeland's posts and everybody's responses about getting married young and stuff.  I personally think it's freaking hilarious that half the people that have been responding have never even been in a real relationship, much less in love!  Stick to things you know stuff about, okay?  Besides, I think that it all has to be specific to the people and their relationship.  If it's God's will, it's gonna happen no matter what anyone else says or thinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-112198027221147644?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/112198027221147644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=112198027221147644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/112198027221147644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/112198027221147644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/07/young-marriage-response.html' title='Young marriage response...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-112071261805053496</id><published>2005-07-06T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T22:03:38.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saga Continues...</title><content type='html'>So, I decided that if Daniel didn't turn into an octopus again, he might be worth another date.  So, I wrote him an email and told him how I felt... that I wanted to see him again, but I was uncomfortable with what he was trying to do.  I got a message back from him tonight and he said I was right and he was sorry and he wouldn't do it again if I was uncomfortable.  I wrote him back and told him thank you.  So, I guess if he calls me, I'll give him one more try.  But if it happens again, he's gonna be tied naked to a tree!  haha... sorry, that's a long story...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-112071261805053496?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/112071261805053496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=112071261805053496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/112071261805053496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/112071261805053496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/07/saga-continues.html' title='The Saga Continues...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-112053880875666633</id><published>2005-07-04T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T21:46:48.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Date</title><content type='html'>So last night was my date with guy #3.  He picked me up around 6pm and we went to Olive Garden and then to the movies to see War of the Worlds, which was great.  Afterwards, we wanted some ice cream, but all the places were closed so we went to the grocery store and got a pint of Ben and Jerry's!  Then we came back to my apartment and watched Office Space.  By this time it was like 11pm.  After the movie we just kinda flipped through channels and I was getting really tired because I had sung the early service at church.  So, at the point it was 2am and I was just thinking, ok, either kiss me or leave!!  It had been the perfect date so I really wanted him to kiss me instead of leave, but it was just getting to that point.  Anyway, the night was going so well... he leaned over to kiss me and then.... octopus hands!  Girls, you know what I'm talking about... they were everywhere.  I was like, excuse me, what are you doing?!!  I was so disappointed because he had been the perfect gentleman opening cars doors and everything all night long and then this!  I couldn't believe it.  Even now I feel like maybe it didn't really happen.  Then today I expected to hear something from him seeing as how our first date was last night and you know what?  I got nothing! He didn't call me, he didn't send me an email, nothing!  I mean, at least have the curtest to call and say you had a good time, or call and say you thought the night sucked and you never want to see me again, just give me something?!  Why are guys such assholes?!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-112053880875666633?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/112053880875666633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=112053880875666633' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/112053880875666633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/112053880875666633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/07/date.html' title='The Date'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-112036515468187893</id><published>2005-07-02T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T21:32:34.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...</title><content type='html'>Well, guy #3 and I talk for hours every night.  Can I just say how wonderful he is?!  hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-112036515468187893?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/112036515468187893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=112036515468187893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/112036515468187893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/112036515468187893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/07/wow.html' title='Wow...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-112010491416069875</id><published>2005-06-29T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T21:15:14.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Guys #3 wins!!</title><content type='html'>So... for all my loyal followers, guy number 3 wins!  We've been emailing back and forth since last Saturday and were all flirty and everything.  So, he calls me tonight and I think we're going to try and get together on Sunday night, since Monday's a holiday.  Ya'll just pray for me that it works out!!  Wow, a date... I haven't had one of those since last August!  Sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-112010491416069875?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/112010491416069875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=112010491416069875' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/112010491416069875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/112010491416069875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-guys-3-wins.html' title='And Guys #3 wins!!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-111975550020544327</id><published>2005-06-25T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T20:11:40.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Guy #...3?</title><content type='html'>So, I went out with guy #2 (from high school) and another one of our friends from high school  who soon became guy #3.  We went out to eat and then to a bar to watch their friend's band play.  Guy #3 bought all of my drinks for the night, sat beside me while guy #2 mingled, walked me to my car when I was ready to go home (even though he was staying), and asked for my number before I left.  We ended up talking the entire night which was about 8pm-2am.  We talked about everything.  It was so much fun!  Just thought I'd update all the girls who are following my saga!  Hopefully, more to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-111975550020544327?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/111975550020544327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=111975550020544327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/111975550020544327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/111975550020544327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/06/introducing-guy-3.html' title='Introducing Guy #...3?'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-111945787377377938</id><published>2005-06-22T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T09:37:55.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys #1 and #2</title><content type='html'>So, the two guys shall still remain nameless, but I just thought I give everyone an update. I'm supposed to be meeting guy number 2 this weekend. His friend's band is playing so he'll be in town and said we'd meet up. I don't know if that was an invitation to see the band with him or just to hang out, but either way, it can't be all bad.  So, I guess I'm kinda pissed off right now.  I don't really want to talk about it, so don't ask, but just wanted to let everyone know I guess.  Nothing family or health oriented, but pissed just the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else really going on besides the minor stresses of everyday life, so Peace Out! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-111945787377377938?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/111945787377377938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=111945787377377938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/111945787377377938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/111945787377377938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/06/guys-1-and-2.html' title='Guys #1 and #2'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-111881210816908429</id><published>2005-06-14T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T21:18:12.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wuv, Twue Wuv...</title><content type='html'>So, what is everyone's opinion on having crushes on the following:&lt;br /&gt;1) a guy you used to have a crush on, but haven't really seen in like a year or so&lt;br /&gt;2) a guy you knew a long time ago (say 4 years) and were friends with, but never really hung out with and now you two have started talking again (as friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just need some feedback... Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-111881210816908429?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/111881210816908429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=111881210816908429' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/111881210816908429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/111881210816908429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/06/wuv-twue-wuv.html' title='Wuv, Twue Wuv...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-111654019120781686</id><published>2005-05-19T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T10:09:56.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Travellers</title><content type='html'>Wow, what an amazing trip we just had! I have so much I could say about it, but everyone who reads this was there with me. So, let's all just take a moment to remember some of the highlights: Notre Dame, the random church that would not stop clapping, Scuzi Pardon, Champagne, the near miss win... We all need to step back and realize how lucky we all are! I love you guys and I think I'm having withdrawls! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-111654019120781686?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/111654019120781686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=111654019120781686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/111654019120781686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/111654019120781686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/05/world-travellers.html' title='World Travellers'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-111371701832384267</id><published>2005-04-17T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T22:50:18.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the winner is...</title><content type='html'>So, can I just say how much we (the concert choir) totally kicked butt tonight?!  I thought it was an amazing concert, possibly the best we've had in the past couple years!  Other than the fact that Clap Your Hands was about 8 keys too sharp and the sopranos almost died on the last two notes, haha...  anyway.  I was slightly worried, but after tonight's concert, I really think that, overall, we're ready for anything France wants to throw at us.  We're gonna kick buttay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Au revoir!&lt;br /&gt; A lundi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bye. See you Monday)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-111371701832384267?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/111371701832384267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=111371701832384267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/111371701832384267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/111371701832384267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/04/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-111319902217708227</id><published>2005-04-10T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T22:57:02.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Spring Break and Back Again</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, I went to NYC for Spring Break. I think it was one of the best trips I've ever been on. My dad took me to all the best restaurants and to see all the best plays. We went to:&lt;br /&gt;Monday:The Rainbow Room (65th floor of Rock. Center, Donald Trump has been known to eat there) and  saw Chicago (front row at the very center)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: the 21 Club (where the head waiter sang happy birthday and gave me a free hat) and saw Wicked (bestest musical EVER!!)&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Tavern on the Green (in Central Park, also got happy birthday sang and yummy cake) and saw Phantom of the Opera (wow)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: the Metropolitan Opera to eat and see Tosca (not Puccini's best work, but still fun... and you get dessert during the intermission).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this, plus all the shopping we could do: Tiffany &amp; Co. included. &lt;br /&gt;I guess I say all this to say, I had an amazing trip!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-111319902217708227?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/111319902217708227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=111319902217708227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/111319902217708227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/111319902217708227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/04/to-spring-break-and-back-again.html' title='To Spring Break and Back Again'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-111177218487112458</id><published>2005-03-25T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T09:36:24.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdo</title><content type='html'>Finally, that weirdo has to leave Sarah alone. However, now he's moved on to Delia's blog.  How did he even get the address for that? I just don't understand stupid people...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-111177218487112458?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/111177218487112458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=111177218487112458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/111177218487112458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/111177218487112458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/03/weirdo.html' title='Weirdo'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-111172940626575494</id><published>2005-03-24T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T21:43:26.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maundy Thursday</title><content type='html'>Is it just me, or is the Maundy Thursday church service like the most depressing service all year?!  I mean, clearly Jesus' death was horrific and sad, but every time I go to the Maundy Thursday service I leave just wanting to like kill myself or something.  It's horrible...Well, the service is great, but the depression is horrible.  Anyways, that's my tangent for the night.  Thanks for stalking me D.  I love everyone and have a magnificent Spring Break!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-111172940626575494?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/111172940626575494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=111172940626575494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/111172940626575494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/111172940626575494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/03/maundy-thursday.html' title='Maundy Thursday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-111164514157147124</id><published>2005-03-23T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T22:19:01.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalker</title><content type='html'>So, how come Sarah gets a stalker and no one even bothers to post on my blog?  That's not fair.  Not that I want to have a stalker, but it would be nice if someone actually read the stuff I'm writing!  Geez people...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't wait to leave for NYC on Monday.  My dad and I are going to see Chicago, Wicked, Phantom of the Opera, and Tosca.  We're also getting to eat at the Rainbow Room, 21, the Met, and Tavern on the Green.  I'm going to have so much fun and all you losers are going to be stuck here.  Now, by me calling you all losers, we'll really see who actually reads my blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-111164514157147124?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/111164514157147124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=111164514157147124' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/111164514157147124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/111164514157147124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/03/stalker.html' title='Stalker'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-111130013368069959</id><published>2005-03-19T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T22:28:53.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a While</title><content type='html'>It has definitely been a while since I've posted, or even been online for something besides doing my French homework.  Figaro is over and now I've started a new opera with Opera Birmingham: Elixir of Love.  Of course everyone has to come see it.  Chris Carter is in it, too.  It's April 22nd and 24th at the Alabama Theatre.  As most of you know, my couch finally got delivered... Hallelujah!  It's nice not to have to sit on the floor.  Anyway, I guess my life is pretty boring cause I haven't posted in forever and this was all I had to say.  See everyone in choir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-111130013368069959?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/111130013368069959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=111130013368069959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/111130013368069959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/111130013368069959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/03/been-while.html' title='Been a While'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-111035184847439182</id><published>2005-03-08T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T23:04:08.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell Week</title><content type='html'>So, it's "hell week" as they call it. The opera is actually coming along better than, well, any day before this one. I haven't posted in a while. Actually, I haven't done anything in a while, except go to rehearsals. I finally got my couch! It's fabulous, even though I haven't really even had time to sit on it. It's weeks like this when I'm actually glad that I don't have a boyfriend to worry about... no, wait, that was just a passing moment. Being single still sucks, no matter how busy you are. It's too bad that guys don't want to get to know me. They might actually like me once they close their eyes... hey, I said MIGHT! Anyways. I've got to get something, what's it called... oh yeah, SLEEEP! I haven't done that in a while either. Everyone come to the opera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Friday 7:30pm&lt;br /&gt; Sunday 2:30pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-111035184847439182?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/111035184847439182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=111035184847439182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/111035184847439182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/111035184847439182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/03/hell-week.html' title='Hell Week'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-110853191946250266</id><published>2005-02-15T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T21:31:59.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uneventful</title><content type='html'>Well, my valentine's day was quite uneventful. I was sick, went to the doctor after some prodding to even get an appointment, and got a massive shot of steriods in my butt! Sounds like fun huh? Then I got wings and went home by myself. Today, the steroids must've kicked in cause at least I felt better... that is, until my car battery went completely dead and I had to stop on the side of the road! Then, I sat at home all night by myself once again because my mom was at the hospital cause her fiance's gotta have surgery tomorrow. I did get to watch Gilmore Girls though. I guess you could say that was the highlight of my day. Sad. &lt;br /&gt;So, next week is performance week for Aida! I'm so excited. Everyone has to come see it! Dr. Ray, Chris Carter and Shelly-Ann Edge are in it too. It's the 24th and 26th of this month! I guess no one will come on the 24th cause it's Caroline's recital, but try to come on the 26th if you can! I'd love to see you there!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-110853191946250266?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/110853191946250266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=110853191946250266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110853191946250266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110853191946250266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/02/uneventful.html' title='Uneventful'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-110775076502802703</id><published>2005-02-06T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T20:32:45.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>Wow, so, I just read the choir blog and saw that Eric Whitacre had written to us?! Oh my gosh. Thank you to Delia for that most awesome email you sent him!! I mean, he personally invited our choir to China... what the heck?! That is the most amazing thing ever! Geez, can ya tell I'm a little excited right now? I feel so incredibly honored that he would take time from his life to respond to our images of his song. Man, I don't even know what else to say... I guess I'll see you guys in our "hip" choir!!  Woo-Hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-110775076502802703?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/110775076502802703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=110775076502802703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110775076502802703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110775076502802703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/02/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-110749850143263852</id><published>2005-02-03T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T22:28:21.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The News</title><content type='html'>Well, as some of you already know, my big news is that I bought a couch! Actually, it's a couch, loveseat, armchair, and ottoman. It's cinamon red microsuede and I am so excited. It's not actually here yet but, I'll let everyone know when it is... haha. Yeah, anyway. So, my life it about to get hectic... like it wasn't already?! It's getting close to Aida production so we're starting to have rehearsal like everynight, after Figaro rehearsals of course. AAgghh! So, yes, it's getting a little crazy and I might get a little cranky so I'm just going to go ahead and apologize for anything I might say or do ahead of time. Who knows what may happen... like Dr. Jordan's glasses flying at Sarah today. Wow, that was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-110749850143263852?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/110749850143263852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=110749850143263852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110749850143263852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110749850143263852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/02/news.html' title='The News'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-110706816086208838</id><published>2005-01-30T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T22:56:00.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For once...</title><content type='html'>For once, I actually had a good day today. I slept until noon, took a shower, then went to Figaro rehearsal which is actually fun. Then my my mom, whom I never get to see cause I'm always in rehearsal for something, took me shopping. On that note, I have some exciting news, but I'm not ready to tell anyone... and no, I'm not pregnant and I don't have a new boyfriend, it's not that deep. Anyway, then I came home and sat on the old brown couch and just got to relax. I also found out that I'm 4 pounds lighter than I was last week. Some of you know I'm on a new diet and apparently, it's working... YEAH! So all in all, it's been a pretty good day. Guess I'll talk to everyone Monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-110706816086208838?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/110706816086208838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=110706816086208838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110706816086208838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110706816086208838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/01/for-once.html' title='For once...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-110689506864608561</id><published>2005-01-27T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T22:51:08.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It amazes me...</title><content type='html'>You know, it really amazes me how lonely the world can be sometimes. I mean, I have friends and family who love me but, I miss having a boyfriend. I know it might sound stupid, but there's some sort of excitement and nervousness about the day when you know you have someone waiting to hug and kiss you. Not that I need a man in order for me to be happy, or that I even have time for one right now, it's just, I miss that feeling. Does anyone have a clue what I'm talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-110689506864608561?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/110689506864608561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=110689506864608561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110689506864608561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110689506864608561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/01/it-amazes-me.html' title='It amazes me...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-110680745196547991</id><published>2005-01-27T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T22:30:51.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midsummer Night's Dream</title><content type='html'>So, the greatest song in the world right now has got to be Lux Arumque by Eric Whitacre. When we sang it today, wow, I got chills. I picture a scene sortof like A Midsummer Night's Dream. There's a full moon; pure moonlight shining down into a forrest with a waterfall and the sound of crickets chirping. Then, out of the darkness of the trees comes one tiny gold light, floating, like a tiny angel. Man, I wish I could describe it better. It's so vivid in my mind. And that's just on the first page or two. I haven't figured out my picture for the rest of the piece but, I think I have a good start. I can't wait to sing it again tomorrow!  Wow, that sounded really nerdy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-110680745196547991?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/110680745196547991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=110680745196547991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110680745196547991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110680745196547991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/01/midsummer-nights-dream.html' title='Midsummer Night&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-110654813475415499</id><published>2005-01-23T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T22:28:54.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Idiot</title><content type='html'>So, this idiot guy finally called me on Monday. The last time I spoke to him, he was waiting to hear if he had gotten this new job at Walgreens. Well, he got the job, so his excuse for not calling was that he had to work all the time. Granted, it's a new job and that's understandable. However, he had been online a couple of times and could easily have sent me an email saying he was really busy. And don't even tell me that he was busy every single minute for a week and a half. It would have taken 5 minutes to call and let me know he got the job and was busy. After he finally called, I had nothing to say to him. So, whatever. On another note, can I just say how much I would love to just sleep for a week?! This was the worst possible time that Doc could have picked to perform that stupid King David. I love the fact that it's to raise money for France, but the timing, for me, is horrible. Not only have I had Figaro rehearsal at least 3 nights a week and singing the Honegger everyday in choir, but this was also the weekend of Opera Birmingham's choro camp for Aida which means that we had rehearsal all day and night on Saturday and during the day on Sunday. So, basically, whenever I didn't have King David rehearsal, I had Aida. I never thought I could be "sung out" but I'm getting close. Well, I guess that's enough for now. See everyone tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-110654813475415499?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/110654813475415499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=110654813475415499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110654813475415499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110654813475415499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/01/idiot.html' title='The Idiot'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-110594143594504493</id><published>2005-01-16T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T21:57:15.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thus is my life</title><content type='html'>To clarify to Sarah, everytime anyone said something about a blog you would be like, you dork, you haven't posted in forever. Anyways... so, I ended up singing a solo today because Dr. C was sick and Maggie didn't realize she had to show up for the early service. Needless to say, I wasn't prepared to sing the song as a solo, but it turned out alright. Then, I had to sit through one of the most boring services ever. It felt like it lasted 4 hours. In reality, it was only and hour and a half, which is still pretty long for a service if you ask me. Then again, I have a short attention span most of the time. This idiot guy still hasn't called me and I'd shoot him in the head, but I don't know where he is, cause he hasn't called! Why does it have to be so difficult? Why can't I just find a nice guy whom I like that actually likes me back?! And why does every nice guy that I like not even realize that I exist? Why... why... why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-110594143594504493?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/110594143594504493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=110594143594504493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110594143594504493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110594143594504493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/01/thus-is-my-life.html' title='Thus is my life'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-110568292757842418</id><published>2005-01-13T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T22:08:47.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>So, I've decided that guys just suck. Not all the time, but just in general, they're pretty sucky. I sure am glad I don't have one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Sarah was all over me because I didn't have a blog. So, I got one but, didn't post for a while and she was like, why don't you post you dork. Now, I check my blog every night and no one comments and Sarah doesn't post often. What's up with that? I guess I just have a lot of free time since I'm lacking that whole guy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-110568292757842418?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/110568292757842418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=110568292757842418' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110568292757842418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110568292757842418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/01/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-110533623162857152</id><published>2005-01-09T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T21:50:31.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe it was Memphis...</title><content type='html'>Well, I went to Memphis Friday and spent the night with Holly Bolton... some of you know her. We had a great time; saw White Noise, which is really creepy. While I was there, my ex-boyfriend, Todd, came to see me. He was my first love from high school. We just hung out for a couple hours and talked. It was really great to see him. I had forgotten how strong my feelings were for him. Anyway. Holly and I were going shopping the next afternoon near his house so I asked if he wanted me to call him before I left so I could swing by and say goodbye. He said he didn't know if he'd be home, but to call and see. Well, he wasn't home when I called so I just called him when I got back to Birmingham to let him know that I made it home safely. Needless to say, he wasn't home then either. So, I had this wonderful night and now I haven't even spoken to him about it since it happened... and no, Sarah, we didn't "do it." haha... I don't know if it's just one of those regular not calling things or if he just doesn't want to be with me or what. I'm confused and, to tell the truth... I'm scared. I don't want to lose him again. Then again, maybe it was just Memphis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-110533623162857152?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/110533623162857152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=110533623162857152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110533623162857152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110533623162857152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/01/maybe-it-was-memphis.html' title='Maybe it was Memphis...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-110533783855668241</id><published>2005-01-09T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T22:17:18.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Nerdy</title><content type='html'>I couldn't get that stupid thing to copy, but I scored a 15.  It said, you're not a nerd, then again you're probably not really all that cool either.  Something like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-110533783855668241?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/110533783855668241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=110533783855668241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110533783855668241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110533783855668241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/01/not-nerdy.html' title='Not Nerdy'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-110499352747178888</id><published>2005-01-05T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T22:38:47.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazel Eyes</title><content type='html'>Even though I don't have hazel eyes (they're brown) this is an amazing song by, yep, Kelly Clarkson. I didn't see her rendition of the national anthem, but I did see her halftime performance. It wasn't bad except that the sound system was screwed up and, even though her mouth was moving, the mic wasn't on so you couldn't hear the first verse. Anyway, here's the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seems like just yesterday, you were a part of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I used to stand so tall; I used to be so strong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're arms around me tight. Everything, it felt so right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unbreakable, like nothing could go wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I can't breathe. No, I can't sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm barely hanging on...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I am, once again. I'm torn into pieces.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just thought you were the one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Broken up deep inside,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry, behind these hazel eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I told you everything; opened up and let you in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You made me feel alright, for once in my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, all that's left of me is what I pretend to be;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So together, but so broken up inside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I can't breathe. No, I can't sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm barely hanging on...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I am, once again. I'm torn into pieces.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just thought you were the one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Broken up deep inside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry, behind these hazel eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, I guess I'll go to bed now. I got Music History in the morning... yay!! (sarcasm, it's a good thing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-110499352747178888?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/110499352747178888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=110499352747178888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110499352747178888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110499352747178888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/01/hazel-eyes.html' title='Hazel Eyes'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-110461713578652043</id><published>2005-01-01T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T14:05:35.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why is it that when guys say they'll call you right back, they don't call for another day or two?  I mean, if you say you're going to call me then call me, and if you're not going to, don't say you will!  It's really not that complicated!! GRRrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-110461713578652043?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/110461713578652043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=110461713578652043' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110461713578652043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110461713578652043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/01/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-110457118046511808</id><published>2005-01-01T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T01:19:40.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>Well, I rang in 2005 just the same as I did last year... manless while watching Sarah and Kevin be all lovey with each other.  If all the champagne didn't make me throw up, that was going to.  However, I live to see another lonely day.  I just hope that this year will be better for me than the last one was.  Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-110457118046511808?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/110457118046511808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=110457118046511808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110457118046511808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110457118046511808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-110370578551427101</id><published>2004-12-22T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T00:56:25.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless in Seattle</title><content type='html'>I watch Sleepless in Seattle every single night while I'm going to sleep... I guess you could say I listen to it while I'm going to sleep. The point is, it's a really great movie and everyone should see it! It also has a wonderful soundtrack. As a matter of fact, I'm watching it right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun is high in the afternoon sky, you can always find something to do.&lt;br /&gt;But from dusk till dawn, as the clock ticks on, something happens to you.&lt;br /&gt;In the wee small hours of the morning, while the whole wide world is fast asleep,&lt;br /&gt;You lie awake and think about the boy and never, ever think of counting sheep.&lt;br /&gt;When your lonely heart has learned it's lesson, you'd be his if only he'd call.&lt;br /&gt;In the wee small hours of the morning, that's the time you miss him most of all.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                            -Carly Simon&lt;br /&gt;                                                                             "In the wee small hours of the morning"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-110370578551427101?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/110370578551427101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=110370578551427101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110370578551427101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110370578551427101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2004/12/sleepless-in-seattle.html' title='Sleepless in Seattle'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-110332224416782435</id><published>2004-12-17T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T14:24:04.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick a Fork in me, I'm done!</title><content type='html'>Exams are over and so is Madrigal Feaste.  I'm finally free to do what I want, which is nothing, except to be available to answer the phone whenever Sarah is feeling crappy.  Her D.A. ex-boyfriend wouldn't know a good thing if it bit him in the...(insert bodypart here).  I'm sitting on my bed with the loving man in my life... my cat, Milo!  I don't know why women even bother with human men, we would all be better off with cats.  They don't talk back to you and always know when something is bothering you without your having to tell them!  Plus, they don't eat as much, you never have to cook for them, and the best part is, they won't break up with you.  Well, I have to get ready for Christmas with my extended family, so hope everyone had a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God makes everything but, unbreakable hearts." -Jessica Andrews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-110332224416782435?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/110332224416782435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=110332224416782435' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110332224416782435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/110332224416782435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2004/12/stick-fork-in-me-im-done.html' title='Stick a Fork in me, I&apos;m done!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317972.post-109512875134386171</id><published>2004-09-13T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T19:25:51.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog</title><content type='html'>This is my first blog ever.  I think I'm excited.  Wait, no, that was just a burp.  Anyway.  Now you can all post cool stuff for me!  DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317972-109512875134386171?l=erinstuff83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/feeds/109512875134386171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8317972&amp;postID=109512875134386171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/109512875134386171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8317972/posts/default/109512875134386171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinstuff83.blogspot.com/2004/09/first-blog.html' title='First Blog'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751795928279270652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
