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Got up today at 8 AM. When I finally made it down the stairs, Dad started cracking up. He said I looked absolutely miserable. I kinda was....My head hurt from breaking into the rum last night. Dad said its perfectly fine since I'm 21, but I have to get better at preventing hangovers. He gave me baby asprin and water and sent me off to school.
As soon as I got back from school, I kinda fell asleep. I left home at 8:30AM and didn't make it back until noon-ish cause of the traffic. I was still a bit groggy from my hangover so I just curled up in a ball and slept the rest of the day away. Now I feel like a total slug for doing that. Generally I don't sleep the entire rest of the day away, but for some reason, my body did not wanna wake up. I got up in time for the simpsons tho which was nice. I ordered pizza and watched both episodes. No one else is home yet. Dad and Patricia generally work really late.
SO I have the house all to myself!

Went to class today. Still feel like ass and my stitches either itch or hurt so........That's fun! My early class was alright. Just a test. I sat with my partner, Dale, and we both cursed back and forth since we didn't know some of the answers. Then the kid next to me started trying to look at my test. After a while of that, he flat out asked "What's 21?" I said "I don't do that" very sternly.
After I handed in my test, I asked Dale for a piece of paper and wrote "Kid in black baseball cap asked me for answers" and gave the paper to the teacher. Honestly, I felt like i had to snitch. We're in fucking Criminal Justice class and the kid tries to cheat. Not exactly officer material there. Teacher took the paper and his eyes got really big. So Dale and I left right when the teacher called the kid up front.
I took a nap for a while once I got home and then got dressed for my later class. History of England. When we went on break, I kept my eye out for John Wilkins, and so did Alex and Gen, my study group partners. Once we spotted him, we hurried back inside. I bought the girls sodas for being so good at spotting Mr. Trouble. Then we tried walking back to class, but John came through the door. So I hurried away from him without making eye contact or speaking. I heard him say "You're avoiding me!" and I looked over at Alex as if I didn't hear him and said "You know what would be great with this coke? A little rum!"
So we did our group discussion in the second half and gossiped a little until the teacher broke us up. When class ended, Alex scurried off to the bathroom and Gen and I waited and discussed how Gen should hit on Chuck. Then John came back, whistling really loudly. I looked at the bathroom as though trying to use my thoughts to hurry Alex out of the bathroom. Then I turned and John winked at me as he walked into the classroom where History of England ended. I have come to the conclusion that he needs to be kneed in the balls, so that my point is very clear. He needs to learn how to fuck off.
So Alex, Gen, And I walked outside to smoke, when chuck came through the door and walked towards the cars. (We noticed this late) So Gen started walking and softly yelling for him and then pretending to sit down. That got a little annoying so I yelled out in my old drill sgt voice "YO CHUCK!" It echo'd, which was cool. Then I turned away. Alex said he looked right at Gen, thinking she did it.
Well Gen gave her number to him and she hopes to chill with him this weekend. I guess I helped out. Played a little matchmaker there.
After that, I drove to Dad's which was a long ass drive. Mom kicked me out of her house so she could go on a date. Funny thing is, I'm kicked out for a week. that's one long date! Dad's not home yet. He's flying back from Michigan (Business Meeting). His plane got delayed so he's not expected home until about midnight. Patricia is doing some work at the office and waiting for him to call about plane arrival details.
I tried thawing pre cooked shrimp. The little bastards refused to get soft. I left them under the faucet for about 45 minutes to an hour. After that I tried eating them. Not so good. I dumped them out and decided today was a "No Meal For Erin" day. I didn't have breakfast, lunch, and now not dinner. I had a cheese stick to make me feel better.
I made a vanilla rum coke also to relax my nerves. It tastes so good with the strong vanilla kick. Can't taste the alcohol.

Been talking to Jeremy (Roger's Friend) alot. A lot more than actually talking to Roger. it's weird cause whenever I'm talking to Jeremy, my conversations with Roger turn sour. It's like things are getting churned up. It's not the most comfortable feeling in the world, but honestly, i don't know what to do. Jeremy is incredibly nice and artistic. Roger genuinely means no harm and is into the whole computer science thing. I know its easier to talk to Jeremy cause we come from the same liberal arts backround, but I don't want Roger to just fade out or sign off while being pissed. I've known Roger much much longer. I wouldn't want to hurt the friendship by talking to someone else.
Sometimes I wonder if things would be easier to figure out if Aaron called every once in a while. He seems to be better at working through problems than me. I could call his phone, but Sunshine has it, so that would be a pointless call. I just want to ask him advice. He understands most issues, has lived through them, and knows the best way to make things right. Sadly tho, he's off in Kentucky without a cell phone. Susu's in New York with a new boy toy and Amanda, well who cares about what Mandy's doing?
Being me is a lonely existance. Your friends are scattered all over the map and you spend every weekend alone or with your parents. I wish all the people I have grown to care about like brothers and sisters would all come here sometime. Have a great big party or something and just hang out. Let me know that I don't suck ass all the time, but I've never had a real party. My 21st was filled up with my mother's friends and one classmate from Crim Just class. I really wish I had enough people who cared about me to create a party. Oh well....
Have a little more rum and coke and then bed time. Driving from Dad's to school is an aweful trip. Long and annoying. I have to get plenty of sleep so I don't kill anyone on the road.

I had the wierdest day yesterday. First thing was that I woke up feeling miserable. My throat hurt, my head hurt, my body didn't want to go anywhere. But I went to class anyways and my partner said I should have stayed home.

I get home after class and fall asleep. Then I wake up to find I slept too much and was gonna be late for my next class. So I sprint to my car and speed to school. I show up 20 minutes late and there's no chairs left except behind the guy all the girls in class were smitten with. So I sit behind him and nearly fall asleep on my desk. Everytime I looked over at the girls I usually sit with, they all smile and giggle cause I'm sitting behind the hottie.
So during the smoke break, I made one of them ask his name so I would get taken out of the equation. So this nice girl named Gen stopped the boy and asked him his name. He said Chuck and Gen got real quiet cause she was nervous. So she blurted out "You look like Orlando Bloom". Chuck freaks out and says "No! I hate that!" and storms off in anger. Then a few minutes later, he comes back and apologizes for freaking out. The girls around him start talking about Orlando Bloom and all that and giggling their heads off. I just found it all so stupid and funny so I just stood there smiling. Then I noticed Mr. Chuck was staring hardcore at me and I got uncomfortable, so I said "Shouldn't we be going back to class?"
After class, Gen and Alex from my study group walked out with me. Chuck came out behind us and said "See Ya Later!" Then I think Roger's voice came into my head, cause he's been wanting me to go out and meet people. So I said "God damn it" to myself and turned around. I stopped Chuck and said "Do you wanna hang out?" He said not tonight which was obvious. I said "I meant in general. Do you wanna hang out sometime?" He said sure and had this big goofy smile on. I was about to say "You want my number?" when I hear from the far right "OH MY GOD, IT'S ERIN!" I turn to see John Wilkins from RMA standing next to me. I said "john?" and he ran over and spun me around. Once I got away from that, I said "talk to you later, chuck" which totally sounded like blowing the guy off. Felt bad about that...
So John came over to hang out and catch up. When Claire and mom went to bed, he tried to sleep with me. And it wasn't like asking or anything. He freakin' demanded it from me. "Take off your shirt!" I remembered right then why RMA guys suck and said "No" He continued to demand me to do stuff and I said "No" Finally he decided to leave which was nice, but he said he was gonna see me later which probably means he's going to interrupt me and my classmates again.

So I talked to Roger for a little while, but decided mentioning the rudeness from John wasn't terribly important.(And I wasn't over it yet) Besides I felt like ass since I was sick so...I went to bed early, for me. I felt like the night should have been erased.

I got into the alcoholic beverage stash last night and had myself a drink. I only had ONE, people! Around 4 AM, I was laying on the bathroom floor, regretting my decision to have alcohol. I finally got to sleep around 5:30 AM after drinking water and taking like 4 IB Profens. Woke up at 2 PM and was empty headed. I walked downstairs and talked to Claire about my drinking experience and then it hit me at about 2:30 or 3......I was talking to Roger when I started drinking. So now claire is picking on me, saying all the horrible things I could have said. So yea......

Don't drink....Puking, brain deadness is so not cool

This is why I don't need a tight circle of friends or boyfriend or so whatever...I have enough drama in my family.

Mom's doing my maid, Cheryl's, divorce. Cheryl is married to this aweful drug addict man named Daniel who's been arrested several times for disturbing the peace, possession of narcotics, and domestic violence. Mom is doing Cheryl a favor by writing the property settlement agreement and advising Cheryl on how to deal with the kids and Daniel.
Cheryl lives about an hour away from us and she is the only person who comes into our city for work. Daniel should never be here cause he has no reason to be here. Well, the door bell rang this afternoon and when mom answered, it was Daniel. He had come by to tell mom how much she's ruining his life. He's scary looking and just nasty. Mom freaked out.
Cheryl has a key to our house and now it's apparent that Daniel knows where we live. Since I spend a large amount of time alone in the house, mom has me telling my friends about the crazy man so they will be aware if I go missing.
So If I got missing (since most of my friends are out of state) call 911 and tell the operator in calm voice so that its very very clear......The city and state that I live in first so that they can contact the authorities here. My name and my address. Also the suspect's description which is an older male, average height with long black hair, missing teeth and skinny. Goes by the name of Daniel Randall and lives in Stafford, Virginia. Good friends should know my parents' names. If so, Tell the authorities their name so they can be contacted as well.
If I disappear on AIM, please call my cell phone first cause I could just be in the bathroom. If I'm talking to you on the phone and I get cut off, call back. I may have lost reception. Please be cool about this.
More than likely nothing bad will happen and this is all just worthless worrying, but we're playing it safe right now so please just be aware.

Also another drama moment today was when mom found out my weight. I weigh 101 pounds. I lost 4 more pounds and my mom flipped out. She says I have an eating disorder. I don't think I do. Anyways, mom made me eat so much at dinner and now I'm sick to my stomache. I don't see how this could be seen as helping.

Also mom told me she doesn't see how I could ever get married. I'm a clutter bug, lazy non-dressy woman who's bitchy and doesn't like sex. She says who ever marries me will be sorry about it. So......that boosted my ego a ton.

NO more drama, people!

I'm bored so here's a bit of the list of things I wanna do before I die.

- Get Married
- Have Kids
- Sing Infront Of A Big Audience
- Go To Hawaii
- Star In A Big Show
- Go To Egypt And See The Ancient Ruins
- Go To Ireland And Put My Hubby In A Drinking Contest As Well As Check Out The Celtic History
- Meet Metallica, Especially Kirk Hammett
- Pierce My Nose And Then Remove It When I Get Too Old For It
- Write A Book And Have It Published
- Write A Play And Have It Performed
- Learn To Play Guitar Relatively Well
- Write A Cartoon Show Like Family Guy And Get It On Cartoon Network's Adult Swim
- Get Drawn Together Cancelled
- Get Breast Implants From A Cup To B Cup And Then Go On Tropical Vacation With Hubby In Tiny Bikini
- Ski A Black Diamond Slope
- Shoot A Ten Point Buck
- Solve A Murder
- See The West Coast, San Fran And LA
- Go To Italy And Eat The Food Until I Explode
- Go To France And See The Castles
- Go To England And See The Castles
- Go To Disney World For The 6th Time, But Hopefully It Will Be A Honeymoon Or With My Kids
- Become Catholic Or Get Confirmed In The Episcopal Church

I'll think of more later when I get boreder, if that's a word

So Mom wants me to bring Roger on vacation with me, but Roger is a vampire. Being in the sun 24/7 might melt him or something. Plus mom's footing the bill for my plane ticket, but can't for Roger and I dont think he has the couple hundred dollars needed to fly to St. Thomas. Would be nice if he went, but too many things make it impossible. Also when we're going is during normal school for him so he can't skip.

But to be a tease, Here's a picture of the beach at the resort where we're going.

I fell backwards off the front porch on Wednesday and hit the concrete below. I hit my leg on the stairs and ended up hurting it as well as my head. I couldn't walk right so I had to go to the doctor. He poked and pulled on my leg, torturing me. He also had me x-rayed. Turns out my leg and knee swell up and muscles were pulled. Also I had muscle spasms in my neck. He put me on anti-biotic steroids and some pain meds, but mom took away my pain meds. So I had to suffer everytime I tried to walk. Mom called me stupid girl for falling off the porch when there's no ice outside.
Saturday, Mom and I had planned a trip to the Holocaust Museum in D.C. before I had hurt myself. So I took an ass load of IB Profen and toughed it out since mom had never been to the museum. I didn't want to ruin it for her. So we took the metro and then I limped a block or two to get inside the museum. Mom got upset by everything inside, but I had been before so I wasn't as emotionally twisted by the exibits. I just was trying to lessen the pain on my leg. Mom pointed out our family name on her side of the family on the list of families hurt by the Holocaust. That was interesting. Course It couldn't have been anyone close to us, because my great-grandfather's parents came here and moved to North Dakota around 1900-1899. So it would have been really extended family. Not that it isn't sad, but our part of the family was safe when the holocaust came around and the Tinders left in the 1700's for America and they were british so no threat for them either. But mom likes everything to relate back to her, so I let her have her moment with the family name. She should be more thankful than saddened. At least no one in the close family got hurt and she got to meet everyone and spend time with her uncles and cousins and so on. She didn't see it as a reason to be thankful.
Just another quick fact about our family, they came here, had my great grandfather who then created Uncle Vince, who grew up to fight in World War 2. So we actually fought against the Nazi's and were successful and got our family member back. Uncle Vince still talks about his war stories so again WE SHOULD BE THANKFUL. Sorry.... Just made me slightly frustrated that mom wanted to turn something into her own misery. I see the Holocaust museum as a reason to be thankful for being American and for having the chance to meet and be with family members, cause during those times if we lived overseas, we would have lost our family. But because of the USA, World War 2 ended faster and we saved many lives and one of our own family members helped make it possible. Can no one see where I'm going with this? Why couldn't mom see it that way?
After the Holocaust museum, we headed back to the metro. I asked her what she thought of the museum and she said she wasn't over it yet. When we got on the train, she said they did an excellent job. I think so too. I like that museum cause it's the most indepth one we've got. 4 levels going through every change and every movement. It was just incredible how much work and effort they put in to make all of the history more real and vivid for visitors. It does have an emotional pull, but if you remember those who fell and all the hate that created this aweful period in history, you can keep it from happening again and also give credit to those who deserve credit for making it all stop.
I know this doesn't sound like an exciting weekend, but being a history nut, I love this sorta thing. The smithsonian, Holocaust Museum and Air and Space museum are my sort of places. I like remembering our past. I'm a nerd, I realize this, but I enjoy seeing the changes over time and how we're still growing.
Sunday, I went out with Dad and he lectured me about not having a job. He fed me and sent me home with ideas of moving in with him in my head.
Today, I pulled another stupid girl. While on our trip to the holocaust museum, I left my keys in mom's car. Today when I got up to go to class, I searched for my keys and realized where they were and where mom was. She's at work, WITH MY CAR KEYS. So I called my teacher and sorted things out. Dad's going to be pissed, but shit happens.
So I'm home right now, feeling like an idiot. Mom can't bring my keys cause she has clients. I'm suppose to meet up with Dad for lunch and I can't leave the house. This sounds a lot funnier than it feels, but I'm not going to freak. I've done worse...hehe

Mom gave me Monkeys that are clutching one another and when you make them kiss, a voice comes on and says "Kiss me!" CUTE AS A BUTTON!!!
Anyways, I had a bad day in spanish 101 today. I joined late in the game (3 days to be specific)because one of my original classes got cancelled and I left french 101 cause I scored high on the placement test. so I needed more credits and a new language seemed entertaining. Well I came in and the spanish teacher told me she didnt want me in the class. I told her I tested out of French and that's why I was here. So she decided to ask me every other question how to say certain things in french. When I got mixed up between spanish and french, she said "well you're not good at french, so I guess you won't be good at spanish" IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE CLASS! I was so embarrassed and so angry. Then she announced a test on thursday. I had missed the beginning classes so I had no idea what was on the test. She told me I still had to take it so I need to study 3 to 4 chapters of conjagating verbs and lengthy vocabulary in one day to take the test. I cursed and beat the steering wheel the whole way home. When I got in the door, I continued to curse and jumped up and down in a circle, screaming. I was so hurt. the woman embarrassed me infront of 20 something people just because I joined the class late. That's what happens during drop/add. I got so mad that I burst into tears in the middle of my living room, infront of mom and claire. I beat whatever I could reach. That woman should not be a teacher. SO I dropped spanish tonight and picked up a new criminal justice class that starts Jan 30th online. Now I have 3 Crim Just courses so I think my major might change from History to Crim Law. Mom says I could get a job as a law clerk for one of the judges I've become friends with over the years. Judge Finch, Judge Kline, Judge Bob. Claire says my best place would be in JUV as a Probation Officer or a law clerk with one of those child friendly judges.
I have a planned lunch with my sickly father who caught a cold in Orlando. After my Criminolgy class, I'm going to score free food at the office.