<?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-9165491750747697244</id><updated>2011-08-03T11:47:00.571-07:00</updated><category term='piercing'/><category term='school'/><category term='self defense'/><category term='American Gladiators'/><category term='work'/><category term='movies'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='5K'/><category term='tennis'/><title type='text'>Documented</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-829310697130535175</id><published>2009-11-20T04:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T04:56:34.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hope This Works...</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Facebook Fan Badge START --&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: #3B5998;padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.facebook.com/images/fb_logo_small.png" alt="Facebook" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://badge.facebook.com/badge/205824260019.1413210053.1663161001.png" alt="" width="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: #EDEFF4;display: block;border-right: 1px solid #D8DFEA;border-bottom: 1px solid #D8DFEA;border-left: 1px solid #D8DFEA;margin: 0px;padding: 0px 0px 5px 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: #EDEFF4;display: block;padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.facebook.com/images/icons/fbpage.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p style="color: #808080;font-family: verdana;font-size: 11px;margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;padding: 0px 8px 0px 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Erin-Murphy/1413210053" title="Erin Murphy" target="_TOP" style="color: #3B5998;font-family: verdana;font-size: 11px;font-weight: normal;margin: 0px;padding: 0px 0px 0px 0px;text-decoration: none;"&gt;Erin Murphy&lt;/a&gt; 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Sure, sure. There was the occasional bad life choice which turned into a good one, but I'm talking about technology. I can remember sitting at the monstrous computer my dad got from his work, or wherever, and being THRILLED that I could type and have it show up like that. What was it, white letters and a blue background? I guess anything was better than a typewriter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not long after my older brother got more into computers and soon enough I was playing card games like Solitaire against simulated characters. CARD GAMES. ON A COMPUTER. Who would have thought!? And then...oh and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEN&lt;/span&gt;...came AOL. Instant messaging with my friends while I played card games on the computer. Life could not have gotten better. I would leave from school, take the bus ride home, do some homework, and then talk with my friends &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; night even though I'd spend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; day with them. Kids got braver through the internet as they asked out each other, and others got a little more stupid as they made chat rooms and talked about nonsense gossip. It was the greatest creation since sliced bread. I spent every waking moment on AOL as long as I could!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then I heard about MySpace. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rocked&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;World&lt;/span&gt;...and everyone in it! I could make a design for my background, choose a song for my homepage, take stupid quizzes and post pictures and let the whole world know that I, Erin Murphy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;existed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I was asked by past and present friends to be added, and there wasn't even a word for how much power I felt when I confirmed them. Who you were was defined by not how you speak, your family's background, your education, or the love you feel for someone, but by the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;profile picture &lt;/span&gt;you posted. Eh, duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then one day my friend mentioned Facebook. Pshh, Facebook?! What is that and why would I switch to it? So I did. But I mainly used MySpace because that's what all the cool kids did, right? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wrong&lt;/span&gt;. Facebook took over and it was only a matter of time until I connected with more and more friends, and found people through my school network. I wrote Notes like they were going out of style, and holy crap, if you didn't have a funny or meaningful status that everyone could comment on and "Like", then you were no one. I go on Facebook so much it's probably unhealthy. Farms and Mobs and Groups...oh my! But hey, anything is better than what I had before. Facebook spanked MySpace and now Facebook rules the social network! Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ERNNHH!!&lt;/span&gt; Sorry wrong answer. Survey says?! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWITTER&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Twitter is a way to update your friends and the whole world with only 140 characters at a time. You can add someone into your post by putting @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;whatever the hell their name is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; in, or you can make a trending topic by putting #trendingtopic. I think. See, Twitter is so new to me (even though it's been around circa 2006) that I'm not even sure what I'M doing. And I have an iPhone! Aren't people with iPhones supposed to know what's going on? I mean, we can look stuff up on the spot, so why don't I know anything!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Probably because another type of social networking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; will come around pretty soon, and I'll just be learning that one. Maybe we'll actually go back to writing letters to our friends and family. Nostalgia is the new trend, so why not?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey, don't giggle. Anything can happen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I read that on someone's tweet once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, g2g. Updatin status for @FollowErin cuz shes #thecoolestpersonever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stay Sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-8719342774001253280?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8719342774001253280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=8719342774001253280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/8719342774001253280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/8719342774001253280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-age-of-technology.html' title='The New Age of Technology'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-4240464035914148242</id><published>2009-06-09T17:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:08:04.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since I work on a computer all day for my job, I listen to movies sometimes on my iPod. Today I listened to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0109830/"&gt;Forrest Gump&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; (one of my new favorite movies) and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0114011/"&gt;Now and Then&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Both are such good movies! Tomorrow will probably be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0147800/"&gt;10 Things I Hate About You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0089218/"&gt;The Goonies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, if I can stay focused and get them on my laptop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I work out at a ladies' gym, and they give beginners 3 basic days to follow: Legs, Arms, and Cardio. I didn't work out too much over the long weekend due to my family being in town, so I decided to do all three in one. Bad life choice. I felt like crawling out of there, it was ridiculous. I feel better about it now, considering I had a yummy salad with tomatoes, green pappers, fat free ranch, sun flowers seeds, and cheese on it. I was about to go to Subway, but I'd rather save the $5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been writing lately and feeling pretty good about it. Nothing I'm willing to share at the moment, but maybe one day soon, once I feel more confident about what goes down on paper...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-4240464035914148242?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4240464035914148242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=4240464035914148242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/4240464035914148242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/4240464035914148242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/since-i-work-on-computer-all-day-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-2867915237228241265</id><published>2009-06-08T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:28:13.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Problem Solved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So remember how I was debating about getting my hair cut? Well I finally caved...and had my mom do it. I know, I know, but I can't trust Great Clips anymore! And, why not have her cut it? I can tell her what I want, how I want it, and not feel like an ass. It turned out to be much better than I thought and it feels a million times better as well. Cheers, mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Junior year of high school my friend Adam once said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mexican food makes me poo napalm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;" I got free Chipotle tonight, and I now know what he means. I don't think I ever laughed so hard in class like when I heard him say that. I still giggle when I hear it. Mainly because the word "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poo"&gt;poo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;" is in there, but hey, I'm only human. To add to the immaturity, my little cousins were in town all last week, and whenever you'd ask them to do something and they were in a good mood, they'd answer, "Yess ma'am, on duty!" The first time Megan heard that I could hear her giggle. To be honest I laughed too. How can you not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I might be getting an iPhone soon. :) BIG SMILES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-2867915237228241265?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2867915237228241265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=2867915237228241265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/2867915237228241265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/2867915237228241265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/problem-solved.html' title='Problem Solved'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-5997258292687110186</id><published>2009-06-04T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:30:17.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a while. My how things have changed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Since school's been out, Megan and I have been working 36 hours a week, which in fact will have to be cut due to lack of work and people being stupid. It's a real shame, considering I've been looking forward to saving up money for a new car and iPhone at the end of summer. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. I joined a gym with Megan. It definitely helps keep me in check, and I feel better after I run or lift weights. It keeps me motivated and driven. I want to lose at least 15 lbs before Melissa's wedding in October. It's hard but I'm willing to work for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. My hair has gotten to a point where I can easily put it in a pony tail, but it's got these weird lengths all around that I'm not sure what to do. I want to get it cut, considering it hasn't been cut since November/December, but I' so afraid it'll look stupid again. Oh the rut I'm in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. I've been wanting to write again. I had this stupid story I started before, but I'm seriously in this mood to get something done. I imagine movies or things in my head all the time, but I can never get it down on paper...or on the computer. Every time I do, I blank. I need to just carry around a notebook or something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. I heart cheesesticks. So much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-5997258292687110186?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5997258292687110186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=5997258292687110186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/5997258292687110186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/5997258292687110186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/remember-me.html' title='Remember Me?'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-5509787834597033094</id><published>2009-05-13T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:24:25.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School. Work. Gym. Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finals are all over. Sign Language went very well, and when I got out, I ended up having an extra hour or so, which was helpful in letting me relax. Sadly, though, I got a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;77%&lt;/span&gt; on my Quantitative Methods final, which ended up being the medium in the class as well. Ugh, stupid Regression chapter. OF COURSE there were tons of questions on it! Just my luck...It just bursts my bubble to get a score like that. I know it's decent, but it's the fact that I KNOW I could have done better that's eating away at me. And that ended up putting me at an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;88.5%&lt;/span&gt; in the class. Gah. Oh well. Nothing I can do now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My schedule is set up at work for 36 hours spread throughout 4 days so I can have Fridays off to relax and do whatever. Perfect, right? What am I doing on Friday though? Working. To get overtime hours. Because work is behind, and one girl isn't coming back in for a while because she's getting surgery on her legs done again. Ugh. And then the gym after that with Megan for our first day to train. I can tell you now that I'm going to be so pooped this summer, with all the working and gym and trying to fit my social life in there...Oh the life I lead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So how about when Jackie and I went to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1001508/"&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, it pretty much defined our lives. GREAT movie though! I might actually buy it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-5509787834597033094?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5509787834597033094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=5509787834597033094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/5509787834597033094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/5509787834597033094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/school-work-gym-life.html' title='School. Work. Gym. Life.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-690313949566081703</id><published>2009-05-05T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T06:41:04.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Funny Life Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think my friends and I are at this point where we're so stressed out about finals and work that every small thing that happens sends us into a fit of FML. We had a bit of a ranting and hugging bit last night, and in every other text is a sigh or efffffff. Mainly the cause is some guys, but there is other stuff as well. Gah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Speaking of finals, I have both of mine today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;American Sign Language&lt;/span&gt; from 12-155 and then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quantitative Methods&lt;/span&gt; from 2-4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Note the times, please. Yes, in fact if I take the entire time for ASL, I have 5 minutes to make it ALL THE EFFING WAY across campus to take my hardest test yet. FML.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And to top it all off, I missed a day sometime in the past two weeks, so I missed the Regression chapter for Quant Methods, so now I have no idea what in the hell some of these equations mean. Horray. What exactly is Sum of Squares Regression? And how does it relate to the Y Hat equation? Is the Degrees of Freedom Regression the same as the Degrees of Freedom Within Treatment, Between Treatments, Between Subjects, or Total? Or is it completely different? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Exactly. I'm screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I can't study for math tests. No, it's not that I have no motivation, it's that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;CAN'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; study for math tests, and I never have, really. Not from Algebra all the way through to AP Calculus. It's not like Psychology or ASL where you memorize definitions and signs...it's numbers. Obviously Dr. Jones isn't going to put the same numbers on the final as in the practice test, so why study when every question is going to be different? It was the same with the ACT and other proficiency tests I've taken. I honestly can't study for them. I just go with the flow, and the funny thing is that I get good grades. Am I smart or lucky? I know...I'm going with the latter.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's hope this luck continues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-690313949566081703?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/690313949566081703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=690313949566081703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/690313949566081703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/690313949566081703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/those-funny-life-choices.html' title='Those Funny Life Choices'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-7855964903436863415</id><published>2009-04-28T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T05:58:15.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love college life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;During my time at St. Joseph's for Junior High, I was stuck inside all day for class and lunch, and we only got to go outside when Mrs. Miller was feeling nice. (Which was very rare.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At McKinley, we barely got to go outside, except for crossing the parking lot for AP Calculus class at the end of the day. I loved doing that in the spring/summer time because we got to unwind a bit before finally sitting for another hour and a half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But being in college is so much more amazing. During the spring/summer at Akron, there are people playing Frisbee outside, laying in the grass, studying on the steps, or just walking around leisurely. I love the fact that after I eat dinner, I can go sit in the grass with my friend and watch a squirrel run across the grass. I love watching someone on their bike stop, lay down on a bench, and just chill out under a tree. Everything is so much less stressful. Classes are scheduled to your liking and not shoved into an 8 hour day. There are no bells worry about when going between classes, and there are so many people to meet and get to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's what people should look forward to when going to college. Sure, sororities and fraternities are great places to meet peers and party, but when there are so many small things to satisfy you, why do all those other things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-7855964903436863415?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7855964903436863415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=7855964903436863415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/7855964903436863415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/7855964903436863415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-fever.html' title='Spring Fever'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-6360728706975392242</id><published>2009-04-16T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T05:36:56.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I was sitting in the Commuter's Lounge yesterday I was thinking about what my Communications adviser said about getting to know people in the Communications department by talking to them and even joining ZTV or WZIP (our school TV and radio station). Well, I had about 30-45 minutes before my next class, so I quickly made my way over to Kolbe Hall and up to the third floor. When I got there, I asked for an application to join in the fall, and this kind older man asked me to sit down on the couch and he began to explain to me what I was needed to do and how to do it to become part of these programs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mr. Beck (the nice elder) said that I was required to work 10 hours or more a week and that I had to take training classes Monday through Fridays during the semester. He also said that when/if I start (there's an application process similiar to a job), that I wouldn't be placed in one specific area, rather that I would have to dabble in everything to get general knowledge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I asked if next Tuesday they had any time open, and so on the 21st I get to shadow people for a couple of hours! YAY! Mr. Beck said that I could see what a disc jockey does, or get to see how cameras work, or even watch a taping of something and sit in a meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love going out and working on my future. It is so easy and it makes me feel accomplished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-6360728706975392242?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6360728706975392242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=6360728706975392242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/6360728706975392242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/6360728706975392242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/moving-on-up.html' title='Moving On Up!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-1364162897222129451</id><published>2009-04-09T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T05:35:53.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know you've still got it when you can memorize 23 Deaf Culture Rules in order and read a novel the day before the test. I amaze myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Before you start talking, make sure you have the attention of the deaf person.&lt;br /&gt;2. To get their attention, you can : foot stomp, flicker lights, hand wave, or tap them.&lt;br /&gt;3. Before you tap them, though, make sure they can see you.&lt;br /&gt;4. If a deaf person is in the room, SIGN.&lt;br /&gt;5. If a hearing person interrupts, explain the interruption.&lt;br /&gt;6. If there is a loud noise or distraction, explain what it was.&lt;br /&gt;7. ALWAYS make eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;8. Never cover your lips or face with your hands.&lt;br /&gt;9. Speak clearly and gesture naturally.&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't eat, smoke, or chew gum while a deaf person is trying to lip read you.&lt;br /&gt;11. Don't force unwanted help.&lt;br /&gt;12. If they don't understand, rephrase.&lt;br /&gt;13. If you don't understand, ask them to repeat.&lt;br /&gt;14. Ask more than yes/no questions.&lt;br /&gt;15. Never talk about a deaf person while they are in the room.&lt;br /&gt;16. Interpreters sign everything they hear.&lt;br /&gt;17. Interpreters never add anything.&lt;br /&gt;18. Interpreters keep conversations confidential.&lt;br /&gt;19. Talk to the deaf person, not the interpreter.&lt;br /&gt;20. If 2 deaf people are signing and in your way, walk through them, don't stop and wait.&lt;br /&gt;21. Deaf people like to be referred to as "Deaf".&lt;br /&gt;22. Give a deaf person time to look at a book before you continue.&lt;br /&gt;23. Be flexible. (There are more than one sign or some words...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHADDUP SON! Without looking and barely studying this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-1364162897222129451?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1364162897222129451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=1364162897222129451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/1364162897222129451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/1364162897222129451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-ball.html' title='On the Ball'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-8398526844931068917</id><published>2009-04-07T05:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T05:27:51.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tech Nerd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's friggin snowing. What in the hell, Ohio? I was just playing tennis with Megan, Tess, and Greg on Sunday down at the park! We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sunbathed&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SUNBATHED&lt;/span&gt;! That's my repeated and emphasized word impersonation of Josh Peck from &lt;a href="http://weblogs.newsday.com/entertainment/tv/blog/drake-and-josh-bell-peck-300-032707.jpg"&gt;Drake and Josh&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so I'm taking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice Training&lt;/span&gt; next Semester for my Communications major.&lt;br /&gt;And web design.&lt;br /&gt;And Survey of Mass Communications.&lt;br /&gt;And Media Production Techniques.&lt;br /&gt;NBC here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-8398526844931068917?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8398526844931068917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=8398526844931068917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/8398526844931068917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/8398526844931068917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/tech-nerd.html' title='Tech Nerd'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-5952290836262142335</id><published>2009-04-02T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T05:11:42.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Switch-a-Roo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I did it. I switched my major! Done and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt really weird doing it, because I called around to so many people and left emails to a couple professors asking for advice and help and everything in between, but it is what it is. To get where I want, I needed help and I finally got it. I went to the Dean's Office at the College of Arts and Sciences and switched my major from Psychology to Communications, but I'm keeping Psychology as a minor. I can definitely use it if/when I get into television. I'll just study Consumer Psychology along with Social. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a5a2Qo4iBxE"&gt;Boom&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I have my 5 year plan for school and work slightly outlined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some guy was talking to me this morning as I was walking up the steps to the Student Union, but I assumed he was talking on the phone. I hear, "Hey GIRRL!" Ya, I usually don't respond to that. I am Erin, not GIRRL. Ask me my name, please, and I'll gladly tell you. But continue to say "Baby" or "Darling" and you'll get nothing from me. Good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-5952290836262142335?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5952290836262142335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=5952290836262142335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/5952290836262142335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/5952290836262142335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/old-switch-roo.html' title='The Old Switch-a-Roo'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-1656669831462654859</id><published>2009-03-24T06:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T06:19:54.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I change my mind more than someone with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dissociative_identity_disorder"&gt;Dissociative Identity Disorder&lt;/a&gt;, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jackie and her family took me out to California in January of 2008, we stayed with relatives of theirs, the Niemi's. Kim, the mom, works as an Executive Vice President of Merchandise at NBC (I believe), and Joe, her husband, built the million dollar home we stayed in. Well, since I've recently had an epiphany of what I actually want to do, I decided to try an email Kim and get some advice. Thankfully, she responded quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that I should try and start at local stations and work as a page or intern, and then try and go to New York (like SNL) and try bigger broadcasting companies later. So, I think I want to switch to Communications, but still work with Psychology. I also contacted FOX 8 News in Cleveland to see if they could help me out, and I researched NBC page programs. I pretty much have to focus on getting a degree from a four year college, and then I can get out there and get contracted. She said that when she worked at Capitol Records and then even moving into NBC, that I have to be prepared for some hard work. All I can say is BRING IT ON. Kim also said that if I was thinking about Burbank, CA., that she would help put in a good word for me. (How can I say no, when someone who has dined with Jay Leno wants to help you out?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know what I want to do in life.&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-1656669831462654859?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1656669831462654859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=1656669831462654859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/1656669831462654859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/1656669831462654859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-decisions.html' title='Big Decisions'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-7829257905645805309</id><published>2009-03-10T05:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T06:03:17.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Gladiators'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5K'/><title type='text'>OMGOMGOMG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So this last weekend we went down to Columbus again. When we got there on Friday, Matt and Ben had made some yummy chicken burgers and sweet potato fries, so we had those and left soon after to go see Watchmen. The movie was good. Every second of every subplot was very dramatic and the graphics were mind-blowing. I think I've only seen one other elbow explode in a film. There was a lot of "dong" as Tess put it, though. Slightly awkward!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saturday we slept in until about 11:30 or noon and decided to wait until Ben got home to do some shopping. I got a cute short dress, jean jacket, and a pair of comfy guy's sweat shorts at Old Navy. The funny thing was that I fit into a small for men's, and I could remember when I wore a medium. Granted they were stretchy sweats, but still I can clearly remember wearing men's medium sweat shorts before. That makes me feel good! That night we met up with Lauire and Dan and walked around and went into some shops that had local artists' stuff for the gallery hop. I really enjoyed some of the stuff people displayed, and I was tempted to look into a few paintings. Later, us kids ate at this cool Mexican restaurant named The Bonfire Restaurant. I could have had that answer faster had I owned an iPhone. Soon enough! Cha Cha works for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SbZjvE-tvRI/AAAAAAAAACg/q5LmJRPLnCA/s1600-h/flexing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SbZjvE-tvRI/AAAAAAAAACg/q5LmJRPLnCA/s320/flexing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311542470971866386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday, oh Sunday! Ben, Julie, Laurie, Dan and I all decided to do the 5K Run for the Arnold Classic, so Ben and I met up with those 3 and walked down to the Convention Center. I was nervous the whole way down, and got even more anxious when I could feel it drizzling. If there's one thing I hate more than running, it's running in the rain. Ugh. Thankfully it didn't rain at all, and the race went better than I thought! (Minus the fact that I tried to spit, and it nearly flew back at me...) I finished around 36:30, which was about 9-10 minutes better than what I thought I could do. THEN, we went into the Convention Center after finishing, and after Ben and I got lost, WE SAW PHOENIX! I pretty much screamed and pointed. It was amazing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She gave Julie, Ben, and I a FREE autograph!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SbZix7WPUjI/AAAAAAAAACI/DcUmW7ou31k/s1600-h/phoenix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SbZix7WPUjI/AAAAAAAAACI/DcUmW7ou31k/s320/phoenix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311541420414161458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(So much more happened in between this, but I'm shortening it for laziness purposes...) Later on we met and got a picture with Matt Hamill, the sexy deaf UFC fighter. I seriously wanted to sign something to him like, "I'm falling in love with you", or "Do you know where the coffee machine is?" but I was too nervous and sign kind of slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SbZjc1wnE_I/AAAAAAAAACY/FG2IDe33ecg/s1600-h/hammel2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SbZjc1wnE_I/AAAAAAAAACY/FG2IDe33ecg/s320/hammel2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311542157648532466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We also got a picture with Titan, THE American Gladiator of all American Gladiators! I asked if he could give me a hug, and he said of course, baby, and then pulled me in. It was amazing. He called me BABY! I nearly cried that day like three times. I'm about to cry NOW just thinking about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SbZjBw5JymI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SjOGzrASG2Q/s1600-h/titan3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SbZjBw5JymI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SjOGzrASG2Q/s320/titan3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311541692485716578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pure Awesomeness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-7829257905645805309?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7829257905645805309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=7829257905645805309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/7829257905645805309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/7829257905645805309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/omgomgomg.html' title='OMGOMGOMG!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SbZjvE-tvRI/AAAAAAAAACg/q5LmJRPLnCA/s72-c/flexing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-678111856996191158</id><published>2009-03-02T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:16:37.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending February With Family Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Mac-and-Cheesy picture of our youngest cousin, Beau, with Sammi in the background&lt;br /&gt;(He always smiled AFTER we took a picture, but I got him!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/Sayex4DyyyI/AAAAAAAAABw/UvOCAIQ9bHg/s1600-h/100_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/Sayex4DyyyI/AAAAAAAAABw/UvOCAIQ9bHg/s320/100_0311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308792640462048034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I finally started/nearly finished my scrapbook from my vacation to California...from over a year ago. Ha, ya, I know. And the damn pictures took FOR-EV-VER to print out at the Kodak Kiosk in WalMart. (Of course, I did have 213 pictures to print...) But since I was in the scrap booking mood, I also started a family one to put together so I have some pictures in hard copy. You can never trust technology these days... and now I sound like an old woman. Too much Jeopardy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really don't feel like writing more because I'm so tired, so here's more pictures to leave you with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SayfKJf077I/AAAAAAAAAB4/ILSMFI4eOqc/s1600-h/100_0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SayfKJf077I/AAAAAAAAAB4/ILSMFI4eOqc/s320/100_0339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308793057459892146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a couple of posers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SayfVdxagGI/AAAAAAAAACA/4_mI8ZdbgYg/s1600-h/100_0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SayfVdxagGI/AAAAAAAAACA/4_mI8ZdbgYg/s320/100_0359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308793251880927330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The seven of us squeezed on the couch before they left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-678111856996191158?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/678111856996191158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=678111856996191158' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/678111856996191158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/678111856996191158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/ending-february-with-family-fun.html' title='Ending February With Family Fun'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/Sayex4DyyyI/AAAAAAAAABw/UvOCAIQ9bHg/s72-c/100_0311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-2564422553803229108</id><published>2009-02-26T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T05:43:13.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can O' Whoop Ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SaabZus0ULI/AAAAAAAAABo/Eo3HgFZgO78/s1600-h/Arm+Bar+Jose+%26+Frankie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SaabZus0ULI/AAAAAAAAABo/Eo3HgFZgO78/s320/Arm+Bar+Jose+%26+Frankie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307100077237751986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love Self-Defense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The other day we were finally learning how to catch people off balance in throw them on the ground. Well, after everyone paired off with someone their size (as ordered by the teacher), I was left alone. It's all good though, because there's this UFC/Jujitsu type guy that comes in and helps out named Ace. (Ha, ya I know.) Well he ended up being my partner! So I had to block his punch, elbow him in the neck, take his chin and push while pulling on his arm and swiping his leg out from under him. Difficult, but not too bad. (I actually did elbow him in the chin by accident! I felt so bad...) I couldn't get it at first until he told me what I was doing wrong. I kept trying to sweep towards his ankle when I needed to get behind his knee! DUH! So I finally ended up getting him on the ground and since I got that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HE TAUGHT ME AN ARM BAR&lt;/span&gt;! It was akward to do, but cool now that I know it! He was absolutely adorable too, especially when he told us about his girlfriend. Apparently she's a swimmer, and she kicks in her sleep, and since he's so used to fighting, he unconsciously puts her in holds in his sleep. I was dying!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's Lent...and I'm working on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-2564422553803229108?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2564422553803229108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=2564422553803229108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/2564422553803229108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/2564422553803229108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/can-o-whoop-ass.html' title='Can O&apos; Whoop Ass'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SaabZus0ULI/AAAAAAAAABo/Eo3HgFZgO78/s72-c/Arm+Bar+Jose+%26+Frankie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-6292033289821991638</id><published>2009-02-24T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T06:47:41.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Stuff Your Face Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's Fat Tuesday and I'm going to my Grandma's tonight to eat food from Louisiana. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For Psychology classes, as far as I know, we have to do surveys and help out grad students with projects by participating in them and becoming one of their statistics. Well, I decided to do one yesterday to get HPR credits for my Quantitative Methods class, and this guy sat me at a computer and I put some monstrous headphones on. Whenever I heard a pure tone, I had to hit "Z", and whenever there was a fuzzy tone, I had to hit "X". At the same time that's happening, a square or circle pops up on the screen with either a word or non-word in it, and if it was a word, I'd have to hit "N", and "M" for a non-word. I had to do all of this with two hands on the keys and as fast as I could. He said that if I zoned out for more than 3 seconds that I'd have to redo it all. Man, it was weird too! After it all, he explained that it was for Cognitive Psychology and to study parallel processing. The whole time he was explaining it though, I tried as hard as I could NOT to stare at the hole by his crotch. Ha! I was like..."Ahhh close your legs!" Four credits though! Schwing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Academy Awards were on the other night! I am absolutely in love with Hugh Jackman and now James Franco more. The beginning was seriously brilliant and hilarious. When Hugh Jackman started dancing with the "Craig's List Dancers" and then later on with those people in the weird metallic suits, I couldn't stop laughing! To see his lovely face was nice, but for him to sing! Woo! James Franco was just adorable with Seth Rogan, especially when he pronounced the name of one of the winners wrong. A big congrats to Slumdog Millionaire for winning Best Picture. I really need to see that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did you know that TMZ paid $62,000 for the picture of Rhianna all beat up and bruised from Chris Brown? How sad that her face is being plastered all over TV and the web just for some stupid ratings? It seriously makes me sick. Poor girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So every time I go to the gym, NCIS plays on the TVs, and it's usually 2 episodes in a row. I'm beginning to like it the more I see it...and Dinozzo is kinda cute. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;12 more days to the 5K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-6292033289821991638?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6292033289821991638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=6292033289821991638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/6292033289821991638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/6292033289821991638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-stuff-your-face-day.html' title='Happy Stuff Your Face Day'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-2829232029393445036</id><published>2009-02-15T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T14:31:45.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts, Stars, and Horseshoes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First off, Happy Late Valentine's Day, or so I've been informed, S.A.D. Day. (Singles' Awareness Day). You can always count on one depressed loner to bring the rest of America down and believe that February 14th is such a commercial holiday. Thank you, to whoever you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went rock climbing again, only to realize that I REALLY suck. There was one track on the boulder that I couldn't get, and I had about four guys come over and help me out. I kept getting past the tough part where you had to use your arms to hold on and then push off with your feet to get over a small ledge, but I couldn't cross my feet and finish. Grrr. One good thing was that Ian came by and remembered my name. It made it all worth while...until I fell on my ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the other night I went to IHOP with my friends to chill and meet som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SZiV0_7WQHI/AAAAAAAAABY/qBUhO-5hlEI/s1600-h/5569632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SZiV0_7WQHI/AAAAAAAAABY/qBUhO-5hlEI/s320/5569632.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303153298974851186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e of her friends, and all of a sudden Jackie gets silent and her face is still. Out of the corner of my e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ye I see this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;monstrous person walk past our table and sit in a booth 10 feet away from us. Lo and behold, it's Kosta Koufos. Jackie immediately begins to laugh and she can't stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; for about 5 minutes. Aparently he was there with some girl, and when I looked over, his legs reached from one end of the booth table to the other. Ya, sure, he's famous and all and in the NB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A (playing for the Utah Jazz), but the kid sounds dumber than a box of rocks. We finally decided not to ask him for an autograph and to just let him eat in peace. (But, Jackie did steal his unused spoon after he left. Oh, good times!) It was cool and all, but not worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saturday Night Live was pretty cool. I'm not an Alec Baldwin fan at all, so seeing him read straight off the cards made it worse. The Jonas Brothers were the musical guest though, and they even did some skits and the Digital Short, which was hilarious! I am a fan of Kevin myself, and I'm not ashamed to admit that. Tess got me hooked on them, and now I am devoted. Cameron Diaz also came on along with Dan Akroyd, so all in all, it was a good show. Keenan definitely made it awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well I have to go study for a Social Psychology test tomorrow, because stupid Akron is celebrating Presidents' Day on Tuesday. Ugh, no self defense again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SZiWsJXFBmI/AAAAAAAAABg/d4ShRRdLuBA/s1600-h/82545_nick-kevin-and-joe-jonas-of-the-jonas-brothers-arrive-at-the-66th-annual-golden-globe-awards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SZiWsJXFBmI/AAAAAAAAABg/d4ShRRdLuBA/s320/82545_nick-kevin-and-joe-jonas-of-the-jonas-brothers-arrive-at-the-66th-annual-golden-globe-awards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303154246399886946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Kevin in the middle, with Nick and Joe on either side of him. I know, I know... Isn't that curly hair amazing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-2829232029393445036?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2829232029393445036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=2829232029393445036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/2829232029393445036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/2829232029393445036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/hearts-stars-and-horseshoes.html' title='Hearts, Stars, and Horseshoes...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SZiV0_7WQHI/AAAAAAAAABY/qBUhO-5hlEI/s72-c/5569632.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-1926536945258915135</id><published>2009-02-10T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T06:54:55.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get a Grip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am SO weak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So yesterday I thought it'd be cool to try out rock climbing at the Rec Center at Akron because it's free for students. Well, I first had to sign this waiver, etc. and the guy that was helping me looked at me like I was crazy. Anyway, he (Ian) warmed up real fast and was cool when he helped me get some shoes and showed me how things are done. (Ok, no lie, he was cute and nice.) There was the wall, and then a big arch called the Boulder. No one was using the ropes and harnesses because they weren't set up from the tournament last week, so you were just allowed to follow a track to the finish, which was about 12 feet up, and then fall onto a mat on the floor. At this point, I'm thinking, "Okay, this can't be too bad. Grab onto the little rung and then lift yourself up." What the hell was I thinking? The body strength it takes to climb up was insane. My arms and legs were shaking and couldn't get a good grip. Thankfully the kids/workers there were really nice and helped coach me. I finished the easy pink route too! The rule is you have to have both hands on the final grip to "complete" it. I can't wait to try again and practice some more, even though it was a killer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think Wednesday I'll try the arch and finish by hanging from one hand while I give a peace sign. No? Yeah, I didn't think so either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-1926536945258915135?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1926536945258915135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=1926536945258915135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/1926536945258915135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/1926536945258915135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/get-grip.html' title='Get a Grip'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-8624232239841032285</id><published>2009-02-05T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T05:55:24.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Early Bird Gets Shocked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I'm doing my regular Tuesday and Thursday routine of sitting in the Student Union at Akron 2 1/2 hours before my only class of the day, and since I had my laptop out, I thought I might as well post a new blog, especially because some mean chick just turned off the TV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Over the weekend the siblings minus Greg went down to Columbus to visit Matt and Ben and to watch the UFC fight of Penn vs GSP. That was really fun, and I loved that game we played where we had to sing lyrics of songs that had the special word in them. I forget what it was called though... That Saturday I also went running with Ben at the gym, and let me tell you...I am SO out of shape! I was insanely sore, especially after doing all those ab workouts. Oh well, gotta be ready for the 5K! This weekend Matt and Ben are coming up here to Canton for Ben's birthday, which I kinda forgot. Tess asked me if I wished him a Happy Birthday, and I had to text him at like 9 last night. Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday was also my 1 year anniversary at Emergency Medicine Physicians, so I had my review and got another raise. WHOOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh wow newsflash! This just in: I switched from a table to a booth when the mean girl moved, and I totally shocked myself pulled out the plug of my laptop. That hurt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway...I was feeling good yesterday when I realized I met two new people at school. I let a guy borrow a pencil in my Social Psych class and left without getting it back. Well, I was rushing to my car to get clothes and change when I hear this "Hey!" He ran up to me, gave it back, and we walked and talked for a while. His name is John and he sits behind me. The other one was in my Quantitative Methods class. I came in late and had to share a computer with this chick. She was really cool, so we worked on our homework together, and I know her name is Pam. I don't know why, but meeting new people just makes Akron feel a bit homier, like how you get to know your way around high school and you see the same people repeatedly, I'm beginning to feel with Akron. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright, I should do my homework and will probably surf the internet for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-8624232239841032285?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8624232239841032285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=8624232239841032285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/8624232239841032285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/8624232239841032285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/early-bird-gets-shocked.html' title='The Early Bird Gets Shocked'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-6091047295485541847</id><published>2009-01-27T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T07:00:40.044-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self defense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5K'/><title type='text'>5K? Okay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found out my Self Defense class was canceled today because my teacher was sick. Dangit! I really wanted to learn some new stuff, so that when Tess gets mad at Megan and tells me to "self defense her", I can do more than one thing. Oh well, maybe I'll go to work a little earlier and get a few more hours in in. Or, I could relax. Hmm, I like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I guess I'm running the 5K on March 8th with Ben, Laurie, and Dan. Ha! I know I complain about it now, but it's really a good thing for me because it's motivation to actually get this "losing weight" thing on the road. I only have 2 days a week at an actual gym, so I'm going to take advantage of that as much as I can, considering it's not really great weather to be running outside in. Last night I went to the Rec and did a straight 3.5 miles on the elliptical. It only took me 40 minutes too. I watched Ellen during then. Tomorrow maybe I'll try the treadmill and get myself ready for the run. I just hope I don't make an ass out of myself in front of everyone, which I guess is more motivation to try harder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Australian Open is on now (that's Tennis) and Andy Roddick made it all the way to the semi-finals. Ya, sad that I said "actually". But, if ESPN is correct, he'll be playing Federer next, so I'm thinking this is as far as he's going to go. If Nadal ends up playing Federer in the finals, I really hope he beats him. (As you can tell, I'm not a big Federer fan.) I think Nadal is better on clay courts though, so I hope he can step it up for another title. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well my Sign Language class is about to start, so I'm off. To Infinity and Beyond!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-6091047295485541847?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6091047295485541847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=6091047295485541847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/6091047295485541847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/6091047295485541847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/5k-okay.html' title='5K? Okay.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-1521781162718481565</id><published>2009-01-20T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T06:59:51.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obama is doing his inauguration speech today, so it's all over the news. I'm currently sitting in a comfy booth at the Akron Student Union listening to CNN and sometimes peeking out to see what's going on. I'm really glad that he won as President, but I'm still iffy on how Hilary could do as Secretary as State, if she gets it. I don't know too much about either of them as far as their work goes (which is probably sad on my part) but I'm hoping for the best. Let's just hope that no ones tries to assasinate Obama. I really think this change is good, and if some ignorant person with a superiority complex thinks otherwise and acts on it, I'll be pissed. It's not like the state of America could get much worse since Bush has been in, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On another thought, I hate politics. With an undying passion. Even throughout history it was ridiculous. What did politics mainly consist of? War. And why did endless amounts of men, women and children die? Because somone had to be stupid and force themselves into places or situations that they didn't need to be in. Need more land? Let's kill people. Think your religion is better? Well then let's slaughter others to get your point across. It blows my mind. Now I'm not saying that those men and women over in Iraq are involved in a stupid charade and are useless, because that's just rude to say. They risk their lives to defend our country, and because of them I can say what I want on this blog. Thank you to them. BUT, I don't believe that the point behind them being there is strong. Why are we there? Because they attacked us and could have weapons of mass destruction. Why do they have them? To scare anyone and everyone to get what they want. Why did they go to that extreme to get what they want? (My point being made here.) Silence. Now I know I'm missing a lot in there, and that also is due to the fact that I also dislike history, but what it all boils down to is the fact that people feel the need to push themselves, their ideals, morals, etc. on others and it gets to the point where innocent people are dying everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One main moral I live by in life can easily be said by a Lord of the Rings character, the Gaffer: "Keep your nose out of trouble, and no trouble'll come to you." It's so easy. Keep to yourself and you'll be fine. Which, I KNOW, goes along with the idea of Ethical Egoism where you get what's best for you, which then causes competition, so friction is INEVITABLE, but isn't it said that the pen is mightier than the sword? Why can't words solve anything anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, my laptop battery is dying, I I end my rant here, even though there is so much more floating through my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS- Don't try using the other Lord of the Rings quote, "There good in this world...and it's worth fighting for." It's pointless because it just pertains to my point in the revious paragraph. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-1521781162718481565?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1521781162718481565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=1521781162718481565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/1521781162718481565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/1521781162718481565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-7659178882753858094</id><published>2009-01-11T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:16:51.496-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piercing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>I Will Survive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm alive and all cleaned up from spending the weekend at Aunt Chris' house. Megan and I had another fun-filled night of watching a serious amount of Penn and Tellers, and then Pirates of the Caribbean 2 and 3. I do adore Orlando Bloom. Those movies were insanely long too, but surprisingly enough we got through them both. In a row! I was mainly shocked that Megan was able to sit so long and stay attentive! Ha. Jazzy J scared the crap out of me this morning by setting her head on my belly to wake me up, even though I was already up at 4:45am. Then, since I was up, I got on the computer, did some stuff, watched 2 more Penn and Tellers, and finally let them out after they barked like crazy. Shoveling the car out to go home wasn't bad. It snowed about 6 inches here in Canton and the roads are all crappy. Blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I go back to school tomorrow, thank GOD. I need to be around other people my age, not those with an average age of 55-60 at work. They're alright, but too much of them drives me insane! (Watch, I'll probably be complaining about school soon enough.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I took my lip ring out today. It was never pierced correctly in the first place and it wasn't healing properly either. So, now I have  hole in my lip. It's all good. You know what the first thing I did was after getting it out? I put chapstick on and didn't have to stop on my bottom lip to go around it! Glorious. It's the small things in life that get me by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-7659178882753858094?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7659178882753858094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=7659178882753858094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/7659178882753858094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/7659178882753858094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-will-survive.html' title='I Will Survive'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-2759002680614104055</id><published>2009-01-10T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:28:05.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Work And No Play...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...makes Erin want to rip her brains out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Aunt Chris is having surgery on her foot again, and she asked Megan to feed and look after her two gigantic digs, Sadie and Jasmine (aka Jazzy J). Well, last night I was "asked" to join Megan so she wouldn't be alone over the weekend at Aunt Chris', and just in case something happened when driving in the snow. We got here last night and put in the first Lord of the Rings Extended, which I fell asleep to part way in. Last thing I saw was the Hobbits joining the fellowship, and then all of a sudden I'm aware that Gandalf fell off a bridge and everyone's crying. (We shut it off then.) After a long night of tossing and turning and staring at the clock as it turned 330 and then 515, I decided to get up at 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once Megan came down, we plugged in the special features of the other Lord of the Rings and now I know how the details of every prop WETA Workshop made was important and why. After that we decided to watch Penn and Teller's show "Bullshit", which I have gained a fond liking of. (One episode featured a guy that talked about veganism, and recognized him because he came into my ethics class last semester and did his whole schpeal. I totally wish I could have called him out.) Now Mean's watching one about dying, etc, and Mary Roach, the author of Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers was in it. (I LOVE her books. I once sent her publicist an email about how I enjoyed her books and that I was using one in a presentation, and I got an email back from Mary herself. I freaked.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So back to my title. It snowed pretty bad last night, and Megan is staying here another night instead of driving through all that crap, which mans I'm staying here another night. It's not that I don't care for Megan or Aunt Chris or Sadie or Jazzy J, it's that I planned on doing stuff at home over the weekend. I wanted to take my lip ring out, let it heal, get stuff together for school starting next week, and I worked 40 hours, so I REALLY wanted to relax. It's frustrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next week is school. Yay. But that mans less work. Horray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-2759002680614104055?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2759002680614104055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=2759002680614104055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/2759002680614104055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/2759002680614104055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-work-and-no-play.html' title='All Work And No Play...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-8801821301659000860</id><published>2009-01-03T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T12:45:34.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, 2008.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Happy 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;So we're down in Columbus, and by we I mean all of us Murphy kids. We spent New Year's Eve down here with Danny and Ben in the guys' apartment. It was pretty fun. I drank some energy drink and vodka mixed, but I got a little sick. It didn't help that I got sick from that when it was Megan's birthday! New Years Day we all decided to do the Endless Set List for Rock Band 2 without pausing or stopping the game. It only took 6 to 6 1/2 hours, but it was totally worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Matt's birthday was yesterday too, and we went out to the mall and shopped around after we had lunch with Laurie and Dan. (That hummus sandwich was DELICIOUS!) The amount of children in the mall blew my mind! And the even larger amount of incompetent  parents was astonishing. I found myself walking next to kids who drifted off because their mom was still looking at a necklace or scarf, or kids would be roaming aimlessly dressed in short skirts and sunglasses. It was crazy. I also found myself saying excuse me to young teens that would rudely walk in front of me or cut me off. Where did everyone's manners go?! Those people obviously didn't bring them to go to the mall. Ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I go back to school on the 12th, which means I have one more week to get in 40 hours of work. It will be nice considering that the past two weeks Megan and I have been trying to fit in as many hours as possible because they've been 3 day weeks. A regular 8 hour day sounds perfect. Once school starts again though, I'll go back to 25 or so hours a week, which will be alright because I have some easy classes, aside from the Quantitative Methods. Ugh, kill me. Other than that, it will be nice to get back into a routine, even if it is school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm having a hard time finishing this post because we're watching Planet Earth, and these caves are so interesting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Here's to another year, another fresh start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-8801821301659000860?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8801821301659000860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=8801821301659000860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/8801821301659000860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/8801821301659000860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye-2008.html' title='Goodbye, 2008.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-736042684374507150</id><published>2008-12-28T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T11:33:07.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since our lovely internet decided to go out on us, I haven't been able to post for quite some time. Of course that was never the only factor. I was lazy, preoccupied and didn't check to see if my laptop was also in the mix. But here I am again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened since last post. Christmas for one. We all got some new luggage, an XBox 360, and Rock Band 2. Oh, and not to forget the awesome Subway gift cards, my personal favorite. I also decided to go shopping with Tess the day after Christmas because her friend was there alone. Worst mistake ever. We parked out in bufu, had to run in the rain, and there were so many bodies in the mall, I was dying of heat. Black Friday wasn't this bad! Oh well. I did get a cute organic cotton tote from Macy's with a new wallet that matches my purse out of it. Oh, and the first and second season of Saved By The Bell for my best friend, Jackie, for Christmas. (Only $11, WHADDUP!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday there was a small marathon of What Not to Wear on, and now I have made it a mission to one day eventually dress like Stacy from that show. I want tall boots, cute shirts, jackets and bracelets and big ol' purses. She is too gorgeous! One day...I'm telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years is coming up and we'll be spending that down in Columbus with Matt, Ben, and Danny. It should be fun. Next year I want to do it in New York. That's another mission I'm on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also supposed to give a shout out to my Grandma Lou, who I found out also reads this!&lt;br /&gt;Hey Grandma Lou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Over and Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-736042684374507150?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/736042684374507150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=736042684374507150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/736042684374507150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/736042684374507150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-late.html' title='A Little Late'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-2662303033271089053</id><published>2008-12-15T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:23:27.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speedy Recovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've learned to accept my haircut and roll with it. It's really no big deal. Full recovery. People at work really like it and I get compliments a lot. Some older people that I've never met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; walk past and give the weirdest looks though. I'm hoping not to pass a doctor any time soon. People already see the lip ring and hair and slightly avoid me. I have been trying to perfect the faux hawk also, and I can pull it off pretty well, if I do say so myself. Hair is hair. It'll grow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm starting to work 40 hours again. Whoot! My next paycheck should be amazing, especially with direct incentive with it. The other great thing about Winter Break? Jeopardy. We play at home out loud, and I cleared a category today and got every one right. WHADDUP! Most were guessing, but I was right...and it pretty much goes without saying that I won. Ahhh sweet victory. One day I will meet Alex Trebek!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ONE DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I wrote this thing on Facebook where you have to say 16 random things you've learned about yourself. I was very rpoud of it, and since I have nothing else to write about, I'll let you guys see it too. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. I'm slowly learning to accept myself for who I am and what I can and can't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If there's something in life that you want, get it. There's no better time than now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am the most impatient person I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll always want to be a race car driver or actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm smarter when I don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am truly a kid at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I get insanely awkward around guys and tend to ramble or laugh really loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I believe in true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I hate politics with an undying passion, and I'd rather not be involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I am slowly building my own book collection, and want my own library when I get old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I usually like to observe things rather than be involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I bite the left side of my lip when I'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I want to write something profound one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I am a dork and nerd. Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings are some of my favs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. My blood pressure can be raised easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. One day I'll look back and laugh...and it'll be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-2662303033271089053?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2662303033271089053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=2662303033271089053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/2662303033271089053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/2662303033271089053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/speedy-recovery.html' title='Speedy Recovery'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-8132441381379444570</id><published>2008-12-07T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T15:50:52.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girls Don't Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got another haircut. It was supposed to look like Natalie Portman's pixie haircut, but I just look straight-up like a guy. After I came back from Great Clips, I wanted to cry. I swear, I will never get a haircut again. I'm so disappointed that I didn't just get a trim. Now I have to wait at least 2 months until it grows out so I can do something cute with it. I can't even use BOBBY PINS. Ugh. How stupid. Plus, the chick who cut it didn't listen to anything I was saying. I wanted it to look like the picture, only LONGER. I clearly said LONGER. But no, she didn't listen. I wanted to deck her right there. Whatever, can't go back now. I guess I'll be getting more use out of my hat than expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Ethics final was Thursday. None of us knew what to expect, and all we were told was to follow the study guide and we'd be good. To my lovely surprise, the test was exactly the study guide. I wanted to cry I was so happy! I was literally out of there in 20 minutes flat. Whaddup! Now I have my Stats final tomorrow (which I'll probably bomb), and then my Developmental Psych final Tuesday. That one shouldn't be too bad. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched three good movies in the past week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (8 nods), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ms. Pettigrew Lives for a Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (7.5 nods), and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Dream Team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (6.5 nods). The were all really good! I watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Chronicles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; twice, once alone and once again with the siblings. Ya, the older brother is totally hot, to answer your questions of motivation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ms. Pettigrew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; was absolutely adorable, especially because the guy from Pushing Daisies was in it, and finally the &lt;/span&gt; crack me up! (Four mental patients escape and have to prove that their doctor is trying to be killed.) I actually rented &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dream TeamChronicles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pettigrew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, and turned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Chronicles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; in a day late, but there was no late fee. Another whaddup to that!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to watch more Animal Planet with Megan. What else would we be watching when she has the remote?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/STxgQ17j9PI/AAAAAAAAABA/WN68avxhatk/s1600-h/hair1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/STxgQ17j9PI/AAAAAAAAABA/WN68avxhatk/s320/hair1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277198705842451698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My head/face is too round for this haircut. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-8132441381379444570?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8132441381379444570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=8132441381379444570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/8132441381379444570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/8132441381379444570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-girls-dont-cry.html' title='Big Girls Don&apos;t Cry'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/STxgQ17j9PI/AAAAAAAAABA/WN68avxhatk/s72-c/hair1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-6545385566617291652</id><published>2008-11-30T13:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T14:10:29.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Lip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO I finally got my lip pierced! It's all fat and swollen and it REALLY hurts whenever I laugh or smile. I've been eating leftover stuffing and pudding and small things that won't bump the ring, but my lip is too monstrous to NOT bump anything. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I met Jackie and we went to Alliance to Bad Boy Tattoo and Piercing. I told her we had an appointment to get my lip pierced and her tattoo fit. (She didn't know she was getting it.) So, when we pulled up, I go, "Oh, by the way, the appointment wasn't for me, it was for you!" She didn't get out of the car for a second or two. It was great. To be honest, I wasn't a great fan of the place or the people. The tattoo place I went to down in Columbus, Stained Skin, was too amazing that anything else seems blah. It sounds like I'm trying to justify it, but I'm serious. The guys were nice, explained how everything was cleaned and set up and the guy who did my tattoo was nice and talked to me the whole time. This guy who did Jackie's was alright, but he didn't explain anything or really have an interest in her or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she got her tattoo done, the word Faith on her foot, I got my lip pierced. He made me use mouth wash before he did anything, and I kinda sent a stream of it flying across the room. Jackie and I were dying while the guy stood there and was like, What!? &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O man, the piercing process hurt more than a tattoo. He used tweezers to hold my lip while  drooled like crazy, and then he stuck this huge needle in and left it there for a second. After that, I could feel him pull it out while he pulled the ring in at the same time. Then, he had to use some other tweezers to squeeze the ring together, and he goes, "Sorry if I just pinched you with those." I was like, "You just stuck a needle through my lip. I think you're alright!" Finally, it was all done, and Jackie and I went to get a congratulatory Frosty afterward. Mmmmm. It was so good. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it really. I did nothing other than sit around and watch movies today. (Se7en*, part of The Game Plan**, and some of other movies.) I also iced my lip and drooled some more. Ha. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peace homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*8 out of 10 nods. Maybe 8 1/2. I do love Brad Pitt. "What's in the boooox!?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** 6 1/2 out of 10 nods. I just love when the Rock sings and plays guitar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/STMOzuaqdnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Z4GPyW5Hnr8/s1600-h/IMG000144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/STMOzuaqdnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Z4GPyW5Hnr8/s320/IMG000144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274575870376965746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A quick horrible picture of me and my piercing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-6545385566617291652?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6545385566617291652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=6545385566617291652' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/6545385566617291652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/6545385566617291652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/fat-lip.html' title='Fat Lip'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/STMOzuaqdnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Z4GPyW5Hnr8/s72-c/IMG000144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-2089381929810567383</id><published>2008-11-28T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T11:20:24.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bags Full 'O Bargains on Black Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/STBDmaMN-5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/kLawMQ6a7RA/s1600-h/piggyback11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/STBDmaMN-5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/kLawMQ6a7RA/s320/piggyback11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273789490795510674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been up since 2:45am. That's right, 2:45AM. I have never seen so many people go crazy over shopping. I know I worked Black Friday last year, but to actually be one of the shoppers, you must be insane...and that's why at 4am I stood with my three friends outside of Old Navy, waiting for it to open. I did get a free mp3 player though, so whaddup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found some amazing parking when we got to the mall, so I couldn't be happier. The only thing that sucked: limping throughout the mall because my knee was sore. How you ask? Small flashback...&lt;br /&gt;For some ODD reason my siblings and I decided to give each other piggyback rides yesterday. I don't know, it was random. Well, my little sister Tess gave me one and then decided to run into the kitchen, but we didn't make it that far. My left knee ended up slamming into the doorway as she went through. I ended up on the ground laughing and slightly crying. Ha. Fast forward to today...my knee is all bruised and I had a hard time walking, especially when I was doing it for hours around the mall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times, good times. I did get a lot of cool stuff today. 25% off at Aerie, 40% off at American Eagle, 10% off at Old Navy, and just other stuff at Target, which, B the W, had a line that curved towards Grand Slam. (We just kinda went ninja style and blended into the line. Ha!) I also got my paycheck in the mail, probably my favorite thing so far...until I get my lip ring tomorrow. That's right, I'm getting a lip ring, and I'm slightly terrified. I hope it looks good, because I've been wanting one since I saw my cousin Beth have one. And, I decided that now would be the time as well, because I'm 19 and it's not to young, and not too old. I have the money and the balls to do it, so I might as well. My best friend Jackie is also getting a tattoo tomorrow as well, but she doesn't know. She thinks we're only getting her tattoo figured out and then my lip pierced. Oh, what fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I think I'm about to take a nap before I head over to Jackie's tonight to watch movies. First is Get Smart! (10 out of 10 nods. I loved it.) Maybe before all that I should put away all my bags....eh, maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/STBELr90dkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9SReMn_tF6k/s1600-h/piggyback6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/STBELr90dkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9SReMn_tF6k/s320/piggyback6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273790131222115906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-2089381929810567383?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2089381929810567383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=2089381929810567383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/2089381929810567383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/2089381929810567383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/bags-full-o-bargains-on-black-friday.html' title='Bags Full &apos;O Bargains on Black Friday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/STBDmaMN-5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/kLawMQ6a7RA/s72-c/piggyback11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-7981685099619882934</id><published>2008-11-23T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:18:43.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left in the Dark by Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never want to go without sleep for 40 hours ever again. It was horrible and I got the biggest headache from it. WHY did I not sleep for 40 hours? Well, let's just go back a few days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thursday - I wake up at 5am, the usual. I have to get ready for school and pack to stay the night at my friend Emma's apartment up in Akron. I stay there sometimes because it's nice to save on gas. Anyway, Most of the time I'm there I have to finish my 10-12 page Psychology paper that I put off for most of the semester. I know, I procrastinate too much. Well, I worked on that until about 10pm when we finally leave to go see Twilight back in Canton. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I got there to get the tickets, say at about 10:30, I found out that people were already piling into the 2 theaters to get seats! So, I skip dinner to save seats, (which were luckily very good seats!), and we are all settled to watch the movie. Before the title even came on, some 13 yr old chick made a very awkward noise that sounded somewhere between a moan and scream. I wanted to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The movie itself...was eh. If someone hadn't read the books, it would have been an okay story line. It hit the basic things and got the message through. But, if you HAD read the book, which was about 99.999% of the people in there including me, it was blah. It skipped a WHOLE bunch of the story line, threw in some random fillers to help introduce characters, and didn't portray things the way I'd imagine them. Plus the acting was sub-par. I know, I know...everyone's a critic...but seriously. The facial expressions were weird and definitely not what I thought. But, one thing that I was surprised about was the fact that characters I thought I wouldn't like were the one's I did, and those I thought were cool, were the eh ones. Also, I wore a Team Emmett shirt. :D It was amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All in all, I'd give Twilight a 6 out of 10 nods*. Maybe if I wasn't crying throughout most of the movie from laughing so hard it would have been better. I'll have to see it again...when it hits the dollar theatre...and re-rate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the movie, we got back to Emma's apartment where I realized my reference page didn't save, so I had to redo it. (I wanted to scream). Then I got things settled, finally ate, took a shower...and saw I only had 1 1/2 hrs until I'd have to get up and get ready to leave...so I watched the Office instead. Then school, a drive home in the crappy snow, and finally I worked from 1-8pm. I wanted to die inside. Two energy drinks had to keep me awake because I nearly nodded off while scanning...not cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, that was a really long post about nothing, but I thought I'd share!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*And yes, I gave it that rating. It's my new thing. Anytime I see a movie or show I'll rate it and let you guys know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-7981685099619882934?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7981685099619882934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=7981685099619882934' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/7981685099619882934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/7981685099619882934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/left-in-dark-by-twilight.html' title='Left in the Dark by Twilight'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-3869466219345860912</id><published>2008-11-18T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:02:58.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huzzah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHOA, this is two posts within two days, which also makes three within a week! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HUZZAH! HUZZAH! HUZZAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enough if the celebration, now onto serious business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today in Ethics we had a speaker come in and talk to us about the morality about slaughtering animals and the benefits of veganism. This guy showed us a four minute video (some footage he shot himself) of an inside look into slaughter houses and what goes on. I wanted to puke. There were cows and pigs hung upside down and this guy just walked over and stabbed or slit their throat and stood back to watch them bleed out. Then corpses of dead animals were kicked around, skinned, etc. Ugh, it was gross. I saw a dolphin getting it's throat cut open... It was just sickening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now this guy was pretty cool. He ate meat, cheese, milk, eggs, for 25 years until he decided to change and become an activist. Gary Yourofsky I believe his name is. He's been kicked out of 5 countries, (Canada and the UK- England, Northern Ireland, Scotland and Wales), and he's traveled around giving lectures. Now, I really do love the taste of meat, but this guy gave an excellent argument of why being a vegan is better. Part of me wants to say "Hell ya!" and go vegan, but I'd hate all the criticism I'd get. Now, that's not exactly a great response, but I don't know. He said even reduction is helping. I can start with that... Maybe one day I'll work my way to being a true vegan. God, the health stats he told us blew me away. Of course, though, I am being taught in Psychology that stats can be manipulated and worded to please the audience, but damn, considered me fooled. I'll probably check on them eventually. He also said there was a gourmet restuarant two minutes away from campus that caters to vegans called Vegetaranian or something like that. Sounds good. Vegan steak? One day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;His website is www.adaptt.org. Check it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-3869466219345860912?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3869466219345860912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=3869466219345860912' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/3869466219345860912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/3869466219345860912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/huzzah.html' title='Huzzah!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-4487188808974532500</id><published>2008-11-17T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:08:34.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination: Procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a crappy title. Sure, the rhyming is witty, but is procrastination a place to go to? No. But it rhymes, and that's all that matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a 10-12 page paper due Friday. It's on Multiple Personality Disorder aka Dissociative Identity Disorder. Whew, say those 5 times fast! It's 10pm and I'm working on trying to keep down a Rockstar energy drink so I can stay awake and do some damage to this paper. It's hard...I'm feeling like I want to throw up. Yea, not my most brilliant idea so far, but if it works... I've also taken to using Google Scholars instead of the recommended PsychINFO website that gives you articles needed for research paper. Is it cheating? No, just finding a loophole, that's all. My good buddy 'ol pal Jackie told me about it. Thank you, JACKIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oooo, another wave of sickness. Not good. I need to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, I need to get this paper done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We watched part of Harold and Maude in English class today. What an interesting movie. I'll have to re-watch it sometime and really pay attention. It doesn't hlep that I'm craning my neck to see the screen. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, I'm stopping short because I NEED to get this paper done. I can do it. I can do it. I HAVE to do it. (B the W, that's two posts within a week...one more and I'll have made my goal!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peace Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-4487188808974532500?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4487188808974532500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=4487188808974532500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/4487188808974532500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/4487188808974532500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/destination-procrastination.html' title='Destination: Procrastination'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-8119909596686428271</id><published>2008-11-13T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:12:52.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've considered making more achievable goals instead of impossible ones, such as getting three blogs in a row. Apparently it's a hard thing for me to do. So, how about three in one week? That's a bit easier to handle. New goal: Post twice again within the next 7 days. Done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember my problem with the whole eye contact thing? Well my lovely friends decided to stare at me for minutes at a time when I told them about my dilemma. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT'S&lt;/span&gt; why I'm uncomfortable! But I have been better at it. The guy walking past me outside the Student Union? Totally looked. One small baby step for me, one giant leap for...my self-esteem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One great thing about college is meeting new people. Example: one day while I was walking towards my Stats class, I found a guy in a wheelchair struggling to get up a hill while everyone else walked past him. I felt HORRIBLE. It was a nice, warm day out, and here's this kid zig-zagging all slowly just to get past the damn hill. (It's really a killer, even for those not in a wheelchair.) So, I stopped and asked him if he needed any help. He was more than gracious and I pushed him to his next class, which ended up being across campus, but it didn't bother me. His name is Abdul and we got to talking about our majors and work and whatnot. He was one of the sweetest guys ever. (He said he glad he came across me because it was such a nice day out, and hopefully he'd run into me more often.) Unfortunately, I haven't seen him since, but I look. Abdul was a cool guy. I definitely encourage al to meet new people on campus, because you might meet someone as cool as him! Totally worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm going to the midnight showing of Twilight, next Thursday night/Friday morning even though I'm not too excited about it. And what's all this with the Team Edward and Team Jacob? Where's the Team Emmett shirts?! I'd be in one of those faster than you can say "vampire". I got a free download of the remix of Bella's lullaby also, which I'm currently listening to. NOT worth it. I'm ashamed to have it on my iTunes. It's just random piano and techno with Robert Pattinson and what's-her-face saying lines from the movie in it. Gah, I hope that movie proves me wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, enough for now. I promise I'll write again soon, and I don't go back on my word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-8119909596686428271?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8119909596686428271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=8119909596686428271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/8119909596686428271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/8119909596686428271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-steps.html' title='Baby Steps'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-2454269907322372331</id><published>2008-11-07T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:42:54.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure, with a Side of Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Damnit, I fail. I totally forgot about blogging, and I couldn't even make it two days in a row. But, alas, here I am now, four days later with some new...well, news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the biggest confidence booster for worrisome first year college students? It's not hard...guess. Ok, here's a hint. It rhymes with schmood schmades. Got it yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, good grades indeed. I found out that I got a 94 on my Developmental Psychology paper, a B on my ethics, and somehow I managed to get a 50/50 on my English Journal Entries...? For some reason when I write, I cannot tell you anything analytical, but I can summarize the hell out of it. I can dance around the main point so much without actually saying it. I call it the "Tip of the Tongue" Syndrome for writing. In fact, one of my journal entries was about just that. And I got a 50/50? God, I'm amazing at bullshitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I hate most? When a cute guy, say a tall dark-haired one working behind a Starbucks counter, totally gives you looks, and you make eye contact a few times because you both happen to look at each other at the same time, and you kinda think he's cute and maybe there's something...but no, that's it. You take your drink and leave. One last small smile, the head goes down, and you're out the door before you can smack yourself in the head. This has happened so much to me, especially since being in college, that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; it's going to happen before it does. AND I DON'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT! It's one of those old habits that just become so natural, you do it all the time. I'm slowly dying, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal for the next week or so? To stop, slow down, and make real eye contact. I'll have to let you know later how well that works out for me. Fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-2454269907322372331?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2454269907322372331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=2454269907322372331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/2454269907322372331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/2454269907322372331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/failure-with-side-of-success.html' title='Failure, with a Side of Success'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165491750747697244.post-3936073882603791122</id><published>2008-11-03T19:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:32:12.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pilot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And so it begins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To be honest, I'm sure how much blogging I will do. I seem to always start things but never finish, so fingers crossed on this one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't exactly have much to update on, really. Maybe once this baby gets going it'll be easier. So, since there's nothing else, I'll leave you with a quote I'm recently fond of but the famous writer and poet Walt Whitman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CErin%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stand up for the stupid and crazy&lt;/span&gt;, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, reexamine all you have been told at school or church or any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fleuncy not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body."&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9165491750747697244-3936073882603791122?l=erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3936073882603791122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9165491750747697244&amp;postID=3936073882603791122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/3936073882603791122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9165491750747697244/posts/default/3936073882603791122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinmurphyblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/pilot.html' title='Pilot'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896048634974554616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIqS83M6P68/SighN7D7D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/gGkvMrZgTS8/S220/100_0554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
