My good friend Brandon (too lazy to link) has thing thing in his journal where he instructs to put your playlist on shuffle and pick out the first twenty songs and add "in your pants". Let's see:

Pool Party in my pants
Hotel California in my pants
Robot Theme Song in my pants
Too Much Time On My Hands in my pants
Escaping Nomanisan in my pants
Renegade in my pants
Show Me The Way in my pants
Man Research in my pants
Confused and Upset in my pants
On The Open Road in my pants
Picture Book in my pants
The Lil' Bonus Room in my pants
Valleygirl in my pants
Parklife in my pants
Feel Good Inc. in my pants
Psychedelic Boogy Child in my pants
Addicted to Love In my pants
Coffee and Other Just Desserts in my pants
"I Promised Them Women" in my pants
Conquistador in my pants

Thank god Conquistador was the last one. That made me laugh.

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There is something to look at. Also forgot to say that Gorillaz has a new video and I'm too lazy to link to it, so I'll just link you to my art instead and you can go find the new video on your own. It makes me squeal. The song is eerily catchy, too. GO.

All I've been able to do is sit here, starve, catch up on scanning artwork and ignore a ten-page Critical Reasoning paper that is due in forty-eight hours. I'm eating loads of this Trader Joe's chocolate that comes in blocks as large as my torso. I don't like chocolate that much, and for someone who doesn't like chocolate, this chocolate is just about the damndest most delicious chocolate I've ever eaten in my life. I can't stop. Maybe it's because all I had to eat today was a half of a chicken breast and a bowl of cereal.

This chocolate is really good.

Sin City was seriously the most gruesome film I have ever seen ever.

Today I watched the Camelot song-and-dance scene from Holy Grail about ten times straight, and although I have seen it maybe a thousand times in my life thus far, today it was funnier than it was the first time I saw the movie. I'm not sure why that is, but it can probably be attributed from the massive amounts of genius oozing out of every gaping pore of the film.

Daylight savings time is the devil bringing darkness (or lightness in this case) to this world. I just love losing an hour of time for no particular reason. The whole day felt rushed.

I think I've finally figured out how to make some of my art look good for a change. We'll see how that goes.

I have a long week ahead of me.

My cell phone broke and now I'm using one from about five years ago that loses battery power even though it's not being used, and the version of "Snake" on it is so old that it's the version of the game in which you cannot pass through the walls.

I don't expect you to make sense of anything in that last paragraph.

This chocolate really is the cricket's wicket.

But I'm still incredibly hungry.

Grr.

Publick Nuisance

VENTURE BROTHERS SEASON TWO IS A GO.

I've never been so happy.

Nothing quite like leftover pizza and a beer at quarter to three in the morning. This pizza is seriously so delicious that I think I could die.

Another year of Oscars, and tonight's ceremony was fairly disappointing on a vague level. The Incredibles won best animated feature though, and when it comes down to it, I suppose that's all I really cared about in the first place.

Maybe I should watch Robot Chicken so that all the people who keep asking me my opinion of it can finally be satiated with an answer. If I haven't already missed it, though. Fuck. I'm waiting for my sheets to dry.

I wish I had something more interesting to talk about, but I don't.

Koji's tomorrow with Charles. Fuck yeah.

Wait, what am I even talking about!!!!! Something interesting DID happen this weekend and my uterus is causing me so much distress that I completely forgot!!

Charles and I went to the premiere of the Animation Show Year Two in Santa Monica, but after we bought tickets we went to the Third Street Promenade, and Matthew Lesko was sitting in the Coffee Bean on a laptop, wearing his green riddler suit and everything. Then, the movie geek from Comedy Central's "Beat the Geeks" was tearing tickets and sweeping the lobby in the theater, and FINALLY, I got to shake Don Hertzfeldt's hand and personally tell him that he's a genius and my hero for all time.

Don's new short is nothing short of scrumtrilescent. Go see the Animation Show if you can.

Forgive me for forgetting our most glorious Friday of D/E-List celebrity sightings, Charles.

There was a lot of "for"s in that last sentence.

Hear what Erin has to say about Keanu Reeves' latest supernatural special effects vampire demon-killing battle between heaven and hell bonanza "Constantine":

"A sharp stick in the eye would have taken about five hours less of my time and been just the slightest bit less painful than watching that movie."

That pretty much sums it up right there. Worst movie I've seen in a long time. I can't even recommend this monstrous excuse for a "cinematic film" to someone who is in desperate need of a good laugh. Keanu can't even act a cough. Awful. Simply awful. This movie is like a crime to humanity.

That being said, the Spongebob movie is being released out of NOWHERE a week from today. YES!!!! Fastest theater-to-DVD transfer ever.

Let it be known and sing it from the mountain tops: I love buffalo wings.

I would like to say that I saw something really interesting happen this weekend, like a hot woman dating a midget or a blue cat running into a window. But nothing like that happened.

This can sum up my mood right now:

ErinZ (12:48:53 AM): we should all hang out with a big group of people this weekend.
ErinZ (12:49:02 AM): have a ho-down or something
ErinZ (12:49:06 AM): square dancing
ErinZ (12:49:20 AM): black gold
ErinZ (12:49:23 AM): texas tea
ErinZ (12:49:45 AM): i don't even know what i mean anymore.

Bedtime.

Happy Valentine's Day! Happy Birthday Blake (officially)!

LA Adventure Weekend: Success.

And much fun was had! Bagels were eaten! Guitars were rocked on! Fruit cups were enjoyed! Hobos were witnessed! I missed you, Blake!

Now it's back to reality and work. Oosh! But... this weekend...

ANIMATION SHOW YEAR TWO.

GLEE.

Los Angeles adventure weekend and it has only just begun.

ErinZ (3:14:42 PM): his name is esteban
Mollie (3:14:54 PM): hee
Mollie (3:14:56 PM): esteban?
ErinZ (3:15:03 PM): my fiery latino lover
Mollie (3:15:19 PM): ah
ErinZ (3:15:20 PM): he comes and serenades me below my window with his spanish guitar, sans a shirt
Mollie (3:15:21 PM): i sseeee
Mollie (3:15:28 PM): *hoots*
ErinZ (3:15:47 PM): he has long, flowing black hair and he whispers sweet nothings to me in his native tongue
ErinZ (3:17:24 PM): i'll never love white men again

The week started out crappy but quickly took a turn for the awesome when I finally resolved something that has been brooding within me for the past ten years. Having acknowledgement of one's freedom is an excellent thing, and I recommend that everyone ponders that for at least ten minutes every day.

Other than that, rather uneventful. The highlights of my recent days seem to come only when I get my dictionary.com "word of the day" in my inbox. Why? Because I'm a vocab-loving poindexter.

I occasionally read through entries from previous months, often to amuse myself through myself, but mostly out of boredom. Some of these spiels are so embarrassing that I am amazed I didn't purge the entire blog multiple times. To think, there are people who have the ability to go back in my life and read an idiotic rant from two years ago. Two years ago! I had slightly more intelligence than a drooling mollusc with glasses back then, and somehow I have set myself up so that any person who has access to the internet can go back and revisit Erin's days of yore. This actually frightens me. In about two years, I'm sure I'll write this same paragraph about the same subject about this paragraph that I'm writing right now.

I also wonder how entertaining I could possibly be when it seems that every three entires, I'm either bitching about being hungry or having a load of homework (mostly the former, though). I guess everyone knows what my priorities in life are, now. (Although anyone who spends more than an hour's worth of time with me knows that keeping me fed is the easiest way to maintain a pleasant Erin.)

No, that was not an indirect request to have any of you buy me food.

Except for Charles, maybe.

Damnit!

Charles, I owe you my soul.

Time for me to go draw caricatures of Conan O'Brien. All this typing about being hungry is making me hungry.

...

There I go again.

I feel like I'm the guru of silly television show quotes. Like someone tries to have an intelligent conversation with me, but all I can manage to respond with is a phrase that only makes sense if being spoken by a giant milkshake with yellow gloves.

I didn't even realize this week happened until about two minutes ago. I'm not even sure what happened.

The word of the day is "smarmy".

I did nothing tonight.

I'm so sick of the rain.

Disneyland tomorrow. (Or today, technically)

My hands smell like clove oil.

I'm hungry.

So much homework, I want to die! But then again, that's only the thousandth time I've written that.

Wonderous days go by as I attend school, got bogged down with homework, draw Jewish pirates, and pester my newly-adopted twin sons from New York with my brand new illegitimate lesbian lover Mollie.

I went to the Disney this morning with Chuck. Rode the Haunted Mansion, which oddly enough filled a vacancy in my soul. (It was it's reopening after taking down all their Nightmare Before Christmas crap) We ate at the Blue Bayou and had an amazing fried sandwich and okra-laiden gumbo, which I am now craving in a sleepy paint-mixing stupor. Too bad all I have been eating instead are chocolate almond clusters and drunken pimento stuffed olives, and suffice to say, it just isn't the same.

My perspective project looks like ass and a half. It was supposed to be a drawing of a manly investigation of the Temple of the Forbidden Eye (the Indiana Jones ride, if you're that ignorant) but instead it just looks like a bunch of large-headed ninnies in collar shirts taking a stroll through a Lowe's example of a kitchen that you could build in your own home. God.

And now I leave you with this interesting tidbit:

ErinZ (1:51:56 AM): if i got my uterus taken out, i would ask for the doctor to put it in a jar so that i could keep it. then i would draw a twirly moustache and hairy eyebrows on the jar and display it on a shelf in my foyer, with a plaque under it saying "Malevolo, the Greatest of All Evils: 1986-2005"

I accomplished the unthinkable and spent four straight days at Disneyland. Yesterday was another day there by myself and it was a blast. I ran around going on every ride I could possibly manage into my seven-hour span of time there. I drank a Rock Star as I walked along Paradise Pier in California Adventure and looked at all the terrifying rides that I swore to myself I'd never go on. At one point I got onto Pirates and was placed in the back of the boat, the only other passenger was another sole Disneylandier seated all the way in the front. It was like having the entire ride to myself. As the park was closing and I was ready to leave, I noticed that there was one more showing of "Great Moments With Mr. Lincoln" as I passed, and naturally I had to go in and watch the animatronic replica of our sixteenth president do his stuff. What a day.

School started, and I can already tell that this semester is going to be like an antisocial dream right up until May.

I want to join Mensa and dance around with genius geeks.

Time to go work on perspective homework, now that I'm actually learning the material...

Charles: The antenna ball is hot and I'm bound to be the core of everyone's raging jealousy when school starts back up. Also my dad likes it, which is a bonus. I'm sorry about the soda.

to the whopping four people who actually read this journal:

sorry that i haven't written in a long, long time.

the one word that pretty much sums up the absent time is "Disneyland", the place where i have spent the better part of my time for the past week. today was my third consecutive day there, and it looks like tomorrow is shaping up to be day four. i'm frightened to think what the rest of my week would be like if i didn't start school on tuesday.

disneyland is honestly the best place a human being can go during any sort of life situation. just look at this highly-shortened version of my week there:

9 A.M. FRIDAY

*ring ring*
Erin: Hello?
Charles: DISNEYLAND
Erin: Rain!! Weather channel.
Charles: DISNEYLAND!!
Erin: Kay.
*ZOOM*
Erin: No lines!
Charles: WOO!
Nicole: ...
*Ten minues/Eighteen rides later*
Erin, Charles, & Nicole: RAIN!! OH GOD RAIN
Erin: Sleep.

9 AM WEDNESDAY

Erin: REGISTRATION OH CRAP
*ZOOM*
Beau: DISNEYLAND! Disneyland?
John: Disneyland.
Chelsi: Disneyland.
Rich: Disneyland.
Beau: DISNEYLAND!!!
*ZOOOOOOM*
Erin, Beau, Chelsi, Rich, & John: DISNEYLAND!!
Beau: Matterhorn!
Erin: TOO MUCH SITTING IN JOHN'S LAP
*Later*
Erin: Caterpillar ride twice!
Beau: FREE TORTILLA NOW.
Erin: Mulholland Madness!
Beau: THIS IS AWESOME, THIS IS AWESOME!
Erin: Thunder Mountain!
Beau: THIS AWESOME!
Everyone: YAY!

FRIDAY 2 PM

Erin: Disneyland?
Mollie: Disneyland.
Erin: Ack, people.

SATURDAY 4PM

Erin: Disneyland!
Charles: DisneyLAND!
Erin: Pirates!! I look hot in a fedora.
Charles: Here's some food!
Erin: WOO!
Charles: Here's some espresso and a macaroon!
Erin: YAY! Damn I love that fedora. NO!! I LOST A GLOVE
Charles: Roger Rabbit!
Erin: Ack, people!!
Charles: Time to go.
Erin: I lick Club 33.

SUNDAY 12 PM

Erin: Disneyland! By myself.
Canadian Family: EH!!!
Erin: Indie!
Idol: YOU LOOKED INTO MY EYES, NOW YOU DIE
*Fshhwooowoowoo*
Disney Staff: Sit tight, something broke and we're coming to get you.
Canadian Family: Eh.
Erin: *weep*

What adventures will tomorrow hold?

finals are over! christmas vacation! a whole month off!! huzzah!! and a new car to boot.

so much has happened in a week, that it's kind of hard to recap it all. especially since i'm lazy. but charles and i did venture to los angeles twice in the past week, once around midnight to go to CANTER'S (the keenest jewish deli around, where matzo ball soup and lox were heartily enjoyed) and another time to spend the ENTIRE day up there visiting little tokyo, westwood, and gina's house. wowza! oh what fun it is.

speaking of fun, i still love driving. one might think that having their car being hit by a bus may intimidate them when getting back behind the wheel, but not me! no siree.

pool is a lovely game, and so is backgammon. i have a feeling i'll be indugling in both quite a bit over the next month. between that and whoring myself out for a disneyland pass, i should be quite busy!

merry christmas! i'll write more when i'm not hungry.

for years people have been telling me that i remind them of enid and that i would really love the movie ghost world.

well, they were completely right.

homework/finals = absolute misery

ErinZ (12:03:45 AM): i think i found my true calling in life
Neal (12:04:49 AM): whats that
ErinZ (12:04:58 AM): i want to be a detective
Neal (12:05:10 AM): sweet
ErinZ (12:05:21 AM): i think that would be so wicked awesome
ErinZ (12:05:32 AM): i should go buy one of those junior detective kits
Neal (12:05:34 AM): like with a khaki trenchcoat magnifying glass and deer hat?
ErinZ (12:05:42 AM): shit yeah
Neal (12:07:12 AM): you would be an awsome detective
ErinZ (12:07:22 AM): oh my god it would rule
Neal (12:07:23 AM): or sky captin
Neal (12:07:34 AM): or sky captain detective
Neal (12:07:39 AM): woah
ErinZ (12:07:40 AM): i should be a sky captain pirate train robbing detective
Neal (12:07:44 AM): YES
Neal (12:07:52 AM): perfect

i can just see it now... being called up to solve a murder. showing up at the scene of the crime. dusting for fingerprints. putting clues in plastic baggies. hiding in people's bushes. making sophisticated ponderous facial expressions while i contemplate.

screw art school and perspective homework.

Neal (12:05:57 AM): jimmy kudo style
ErinZ (12:06:13 AM): shit yessssss
Neal (12:06:29 AM): hes hot for a litle cartoon boy
Neal (12:07:00 AM): its his deep thinking voice

thank you again neal, for being the number one cool person of the day

coconut cream pie on a rainy tuesday evening. a pleasant moment in the midst of finals madness.

happy hanukah to all you jew-daddies out there. i got a wicked awesome black leather jacket, which will come in handy whilst walking down the streets of LA, knocking people out with a powerful glance and/or my awesome knee-high boots.

today at school hanukah came up and i mentioned my family's impending celebration. a friend of mine, astonished, cried, "you're JEWISH!? no wonder you're so funny!!" for some reason that statement made me really happy. technically i'm fully jewish, but i was raised half jewish half catholic. is it bad that, because of that statement, i feel like being jewish by default is the coolest thing ever?
the queer eye for the straight guy christmas special was too adorable for my brain. gay men and children are a hilarious combo.

project runway is boring, at least when it's playing in the background and i'm not really paying any attention to it.

"world peace and a boyfriend, is that too much to ask?"

coconut cream pie tastes like a vague memory.