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.

myspace is being a bastard so i'll just write something here.

had an unholy amazing weekend. went to los angeles with the ever-wonderful mr. blake and took a little journey over to jay and silent bob's secret stash. and who was working behind the counter of the shop? jason mewes (aka JAY) himself. we were like giddy nerds in happy geek land.

that night, i went to a club with my friend g and her daughter zoe, and we saw some big-time celebs like tom arnold and david spade. woO! rockstar and champaign is delightful.

i am so fucking lazy i don't even feel like writing in this journal lately. what's wrong with me? i was doing such a good job.

i need to get my hands on some more astronaut food. so far, the only places i know that sells the stuff is science museums. i just know that i need some, and fast. i polished off my last ration of freeze-dried cinnamon apples while taping the last episode of the venture bros.

homework, fatigue, insanity... what else is new.

things that need to be released on dvd: eek! the cat/incredible thunder lizards, animaniacs, pinky and the brain, freakazoid

basically anything that was on saturdays mornings when i was a kid.

i met the boy of my dreams last night. sadly, that's exactly what he was: a boy in a dream i had. i guess his name was ed, and he was really wicked cool. in the dream i remember saying that he "changed his look a lot" because i would see him all the time at the spectrum. this time i saw him and decided to say something to him. he was an amazing artist, dressed very funky, smelled good, and even asked if he could take me to dinner sometime. i was so thrilled it was ridiculous.

then i woke up.

sigh.

haven't updated in a WEEK!!! and someone actually scolded me for it!!

here's the news, kids!!

1) THANKSGIVING IS STILL THE BEST HOLIDAY EVER. shut up if you disagree. i don't want to hear it.

2) HAIRCUT.





posterization is so cool!

3) THE SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS MOVIE IS THE FUNNIEST MOVIE EVER MADE

i don't care how much you hate the show or think it's for stupid babies who are also stupid. i've never laughed so hard in my life during any film. i saw it THREE TIMES and it was NOT THE SLIGHTEST BIT LESS FUNNY. the soundtrack is also deafeningly happy and will make you dance. speaking of dancing...

4) i got a new shirt.





i love how retardedly serious i look in this picture even though you can't see most of my face.

5) I HATE COLOR THEORY SO MUCH but this isn't really news to anyone.

6) i didn't sleep at all last night because every time i closed my eyes i saw paintbrushes with huge globs of paint on them (see previous number)

7) i love starbucks

8) it's fucking freezing out

9) i'm hungry and all i had today was coffee, wheat thins, half a burrito and some meat

now go see the spongebob movie.

insatiable hunger!!

i eat and i eat but i'm still hungry!!! yaarghhh!!!!!! more food!!

i had seriously better do some homework right now before i get into big trouble.

p.s.

britney spears may be going around getting married and acting like a retard, but i really like her gung-ho fuck you attitude about it all. way to go, britney!

i actually UPDATED the website, so check out some of the new stuff up on there, as well as some photographs of ME in the profile section. oddly enough, i just realized that there are no photos of me with glasses up. hrm.

so freaking tired and feeling ill. craving chocolate like never before. raging estrogen, anyone?

chuck jones/eric goldberg workshop/screening/demo this weekend. very exciting stuff when you're a nerd. i'm bummed my saturday workshop is over, though. but you can finally see some shitty photographs of my tonal studies up on my site! *plug plug plug*

TISM is a really funny, wonderful band.

hi hi puffy amiyumi not very good, but then again, i wasn't expecting it to be. i'm still going to watch it, though.

i would eat people alive right now to have the arrested development dvd. jeffrey tambor is the new love of my life. i just saw him last night in an ad for the t-mobile sidekick. i screamed. snoop dogg was in it too, asking all his celeb friends when to put fabric softener in his laundry. i'd hate to say it, but now because of that i really want a sidekick. charles has one and it's amazing. the swivel screen is reason enough to buy ten of them. besides, if i get one wayne newton might message me. now there's something to brag to your friends about.

this week was such a hurdle schoolwork-wise between color wheels and portfolio papers. i'm really stoked about thanksgiving next week, where i get three days off and i don't have to worry about much. maybe i'll even get some real artwork done, since i always realize how much art i don't produce that i WANT to produce whenever i update my website. god, some of these sentences make no sense whatsoever and i know they don't. sorry.

time to hop into the bed.

holy fucking shit, never ever make me write a paper about transcending human nature again.

worst paper i've ever written because i know for a fact that it doesn't make any sense and i'm afraid to turn it in tomorrow. is it even worth my time to try to get three hours of sleep? hell, i'll probably fall dead asleep in about five minutes anyway.

and also, what the fuck. people couldn't be more confusing or nonsensical if they put socks on their ears, walked on their hands, and spoke in pure pig latin. in fact, that would probably make MORE sense than anything else, which means it wouldn't happen. any sense? TIRED HERE, PEOPLE!!

here's this. say something about it if you want. i don't care either way.





blessed bed.

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check out this phone call i got thirty seconds ago:

me: hello?
guy: .... hey.
me: who is this?
guy: ... who is this?
me: this is erin. who are you?
guy: ...this is ricky.
me: um.
guy: are you busy?
me: yeah.
guy: are you sure?
me: i think you have the wrong number.
guy: ... oh. really?
me: yeah.
guy: well, let me just say something, erin... i really wish i could just fuck y--
me: *click*

jesus christ.

i'm actually DOING my perspective homework. what's up with that?

i don't know. i thought i had something to write about in here but apparently, i don't. i just want to go to bed already.

sometimes you sit in front of your computer to do your daily routine of checking online comics and inanely browsing myspace profiles, but the machine just won't have it. it puts its dukes up, wipes its nose, and goes, "you wanna dance, fucker??" but then instead of dancing it just sort of dies, and i have to force-restart it.

hung out with the illustrious charles of game stop managing fame tonight. ate a crapload of food at the japanese market, squealed over all the incredibles merchandise in the disney store, bought a little boy's extra small incredibles t-shirt, got coffee, went to barnes and noble, looked at books of flowers that are supposed to suggest female genitalia, and listened to xm radio all inbetween. very very nice and enjoyable evening, which i still deserve after that god damn color wheel. in fact, i shouldn't have to do a bit of work for the rest of my life. jesus. those sweet pork bun things were damn tasty and i wish i had some now.

we saw something called "bbc tanning" and i wondered if that meant "british tan", which would probably mean that, instead of making you actually tan, it would make you paler. or potentially british. i could go with either or both, honestly.

i'm hungry again!! arrrghhh!! if i had homework i forgot what it was and i'm not going to do it anyway. i'm gonna sleep instead.

the bars are temples but the pearls ain't free...

arrested development is insanely funny. i actually created a blockbuster account just so i could rent the first volume of season 1. i can't pull away from it, which is saying a lot since it's live action and these days, i have wicked a.d.d. when it comes to watching anything that isn't animated.

i've consumed more caffeine in the past two weeks than i think i've ever had in my entire life. multiple red bulls and rock stars and crappy lattés from the machine in the snack room. i thought i was immune to caffeine, but i guess one way or another it keeps me going. plus it's all delicious.

color wheels are so shitty. SO SHITTY. thank god that project is over.

don't you love trying to figure out the stupid little mysteries in life? what's even more fun (and i'm actually being serious about this here) is convincing yourself that the obvious isn't the case at all; instead, there's an underlying scheme to everything that all traces back to how awesome you really are and some people just have no idea how to handle that. hell yes! that got my self esteem mojo working.

out of blue col-erase pencils?? art store, how could you betray me like this?!

i spent all evening watching arrested development, drawing, eating crappy food and generally relaxing. and you know what? i don't feel the slightest bit bad because i deserved it. now all i have to do is wake up early enough tomorrow morning to start and finish my homework that's due for class at one.

life is what is always has been: crazy, frustrating, confusing, and strangely wonderful.

"it walked across my pillow!"

give me one good reason why color theory is worth my time and i will send you a letter of gratitude and a crown that says "king of everything" right across its golden face.

i love neal because he comes over at night to hang out, brings me ice cream, and can't tell me what's wrong with my color wheel since he's colorblind. and then he listens to me ramble to the point where i'm half asleep. a day or two later, rinse and repeat.

this weekend would have been absolutely god awful if it weren't for you, neal. so thanks.

the only people who make my life worth anything anymore are my family, steve, neal, blake, mollie, mary (wherever she is), charles, tim (because he reads so avidly), and... i think that's it. oh, brad bird too. but that's it. everyone else i know can just burn in hell already. i don't care anymore.

grr.

i'm going to bed before i hurt myself.

just got back from the most amazing car adventure ever.

neal and i were bored so we were like, "let's go to the park". then we were like, "let's get food". they we were like, "let's walk downtown and get coffee". then we were like, "let's go to a DIFFERENT park". then we were like, "hey, let's go down this road and see where it takes us".

so we went down the road. ended up in orange. kept driving. we reach norwalk. kept driving until... paramount? driving, driving... wait.... did that say COMPTON!?? yes, it's true. neal and i got lost in compton and i was scared for my life. we stopped at a hampton inn in carson to pee, saw vomit in a del taco parking lot, then eventually found our way back to the 405 only to get stuck in an outrageous traffic jam shortly after an accident. we didn't move for maybe a good half hour so neal got out of the car and danced right there on the freeway. then he improvised a song about life. truly the craziest nonsense ever, and i'm sure i'm missing many of the minor other things that happened.

lance did, indeed, paint with his feet.

i'm exhausted.

night.

i loooove the feeling of freshly shaved legs!! ahhh... smooth.

i'm not even going to pretend like the OC mix cds aren't absolutely fantastic and really well put-together. because they are and you should seek them out right now.

big fat lance-y painting demo tomorrow at school. i'm wicked excited, especially since it is rumored that lance sometimes paints with his feet. i'll surely have a thing or two to say about the experience later.

so much homework this weekend. what the hell?

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