blog it out

ugh! it's barely noon and i'm already in a pissie mood. i woke up early this morning and drove to my doctor to get a shot, only to find out that i won't be able to get the last of the three injections on time and therefore, it will defeat the purpose of the first two. i guess theres no point in getting needles stuck in me for nothing. vaccines are silly, but necessary. the stupid thing is that i was excited about it.

on a brighter note, after leaving the office all bummed and blue without a hello kitty band-aid or blow-pop, i went to two of my happy places (the ones in norfolk, anyway, tysons is a bit of a hike) costco and target. i'm madly excited about the dvd's i got at costco.. instant immersion for french and italian, the crash course edition. i know it sounds silly, but for $5 each, who would really pass that up? i considered buying the spanish one too, since i'm an absolute idiot and all, but then i caught a wicked case of shame and thought about how much i'd get made fun of by my own familia if i got it. besides, a better crash course is going home for the weekend or watching telemundo. pass.

target was kind of weak.. i bought new deodorant which i'm proud to say i'm wearing right now. it sort of smells like a baby's powdered ass. i don't quite like it, but i'll give it a whirl and see how it holds up after my elliptical excursion. i really don't like girly scented things, but i like to smell nice. i don't know, all that flowery laundry detergent and body-splashy stuff makes me itch. my skin is so anti-social. it's quite a battle. i miss my old deodorant already.

still super excited about the 365days challenge on flikr! it's brought out the blog-geek in me once again. i stopped blogging because i was behaving wayyy too inappropriately to talk about it, but now that i have something new to blog about, i can still behave like an ass and blog about other stuff. it's a sweet deal.. and so is sort of being able to still do the middle splits (while holding a camera, hello!).. not bad for a girl who used to dance.. like 12 years ago! hey, at least i can still do it on my right side. linda's academy would be so proud of their fat little ballerina...

my mom wanted me to be a twin..

can you imagine the mess that would have been?

anyways, it's not that i'm a traitor to google.. but i joined yahoo's flikr today after receiving an e-mail from my snap-shot happy non-twin sister and joined a group that challenges it's members to take a self-portrait every day for 365 days. i'm madly in love with the idea. a slightly legitimate excuse to take silly pictures of myself? sold.

sooo... i spent my afternoon taking self-portraits. this is what happens when you don't have class until 7 p.m. on a monday night. don't get me wrong, i did finance homework, went to the bank, to the gym, and tried on my halloween costume (or lack of!) all before then too, but sometime after all of that and before my 3 hour auditing class, i got a wicked case of camera A.D.D.

since you can only post one picture to the group per day, i'm blogging some of the reject pictures i took that didn't make my final cut. if it's not obvious, i'm in my bathroom, sitting on the little tiny excuse for a sink that barely holds my blow dryer and leading up around my mirror.
not bad for day one....

what a feeling! bein's believin'...

i can have it all, now i'm dancing for my life...!

you know what really makes me giggle? hearing who people think i look like. today, for the very first time, it was "the girl from flashdance." so you can imagine how stoked that got me! i ran home and threw on my legwarmers and tights and did some ballerina break dancing in the basement with my welding mask on, duh. the only true maybe resemblance i see is the big hair.. damn, why wasn't i born sooner? i could have been an icon of the 80's.

went to auld sheebeen's for the first time tonight.. still can't spell it.. working on saying it right. totally psyched to flash my "i'm seriously 21" ID.. but no one asked! what the hell and why didn't i know this sooner? i did, however, have a lovely time hanging out with marco & company.. super bummed that he's moving away.. seriously seriously bummed. if only miami was a roadtrip away!

on a brighter note, i am the proud new owner of a canon cam! woo!

my blog needs a face-lift and a brazilian butt implant

but who doesn't?

pinky promised myself to take more pictures once my canon-cam is officially mine and pretty-ify my blogspot.

life in super fab shoes

except i confess.. i have tres fab shoes (somewhere under my target flip flops?) but i wear steve maddens to work and have managed to beat the effing shit out of them within the past 10 weeks. i may have more miles on my stevies than i have on my aesics. stupidest revelation ever. i hope it's not true.

freaked out about 2minutes ago because i thought i lost my "things i totally need to blogify" list from july 9th.. it was a monday and it must have been miserably boring because i distinctly recall typing it at work. i even made time to make it some ridiculous non-times new roman-font. in case i manage to really lose it this time, here is what it contains:

a) my giant SPEEDO/nipple exhibit experience.. and i don't mean that i have giant nipples, blegh silver dollar D's

b) zumba dancing

c) my underpantless commute to work... tribute to britney spears and lack of sense for packing overnight clothes

d) my awesome dress being in Vogue and Life&Style (clearly i am more excited about one over the other)
..tres NON-EXCITED that some broad had it on at some dude's wedding.. (although it was the PERFECT timing for my "yea she has my dress.... IN A BIGGER SIZE!"--joke/bit of truth)
but whatever, she can be cropped into the pending "who wore it best? erika wore it it best!" page i fully intend to put together.. with a different title, naturally.

e) the mad cow case of birthday blues i havehadhave

f) my very first investment in a music-less CD

g) how much i want to kiss a sea lion in the Galapagos

writing a list out is nearly as exhausting as doing things or writing the whole story. i either totally killed the punch-line or have created a cliff-hanger...

either way, i'm tired, and it's officially time to watch the Tudors on demand!

like the time i twisted my cankle...

so i'm one of those super nerds who has never really been in denial and i have no qualms confessing that i, super nerd, made a list of things i totally need to blogify. however, my fatass left the list upstairs, and will blogify today's events instead.. for now. can you tell i really really really miss my computer/internet/web-freedomosity? ugh.

i had the genius idea to wear my heels into work today instead of my flip-flops... mostly because my long pants didn't quite go with my short legs and flat shoes and i was hoping not to bust my ass on my pant leg before 8 am. so there i went, clicking and smacking my heels on the tile-ish floor, trying to make it across the building and up 5 flights of stairs within 3 minutes, when out of no where, my left heel gave, slightly. i seriously thought "wow, that would have sucked, i could have been out one cankle," and then suddenly, without warning or reason or any form of "cuidado! piso mojado!" bullshit, my right heel completely wigs out and i'm suddenly naomi campbell on vivienne westwood's catwalk! (less the whole "raging-bitch" part) anyways, i have those "almost-falls" often enough to know how to catch myself, but it was still tres embarassing and enough for me to blurt out a hearty "SHIT!" at the pentagon. i know this would have been a much better story if i had actually gone down and some marine had to scoop me up, but i can't help it if i'm too agile and lacking in the damsel in distress department...

i keep wanting to bring my camera (you know, the one i don't really have) to work just so i can take pictures of the silent-peace-protesters who stand outside. i mean, they just stand their with their hippie signs while everyone walks in to work and i really want to get a snapshot! there's this asian man who wears one of those asian toga things and i promise you, he is Buddha reincarnated, and he just stands there with his tambourine and bald head and plays a little beat while i hop into work. talk about a kodak moment! i wonder how much shit i can get in to for taking pictures... of the Buddha tambourine man? maybe it's not a tambourine, because i'm pretty sure he hits it with a stick.. but you know, whatever, Buddha tambourine man sounds too tres-beyond-rad to stop saying.

...and her thighs weren't too far behind

sometimes when i get beyond the realm of the normy boredomness i start to play with my flip-phone like some tarty high school girl at glory days. and here is the result of my post-work, pre-ride-home, sweat ass because it was 90some degrees outside trail of thoughts....

"i beg you... do not let me be that woman at 5 o'clock running about town in pantyhose and Nike's. in fact, don't even let me be the woman in hose unless it's 2 degrees outside and i'm walking a few hundred miles outdoors sans long johns or an ounce of taste. a fucking some-kind-of-bug just bit me on the foot. maybe hose aren't the worst idea ever if they could possibly prevent bug-bites. blog on a bench on a text to absolutely no one. fab. i crave argentinian ice cream from some spot in gtown that i researched while restaurant shopping at work. must go.

i "sauntered" into the bathroom today in honor of the day (national sauntering day, said the man on the radio.. you have to believe it when it's one of those news/traffic/weather channels, they seem to know their shit) and was overwhelmed by vanilla scent. oh memories of middle school when the fad was orange everything and chubby preteen girls reeked of vanilla "body splash" from the mecca of reeking, bath and body works. i take that back, i love bath and body works, but i hate smelling like a pastry.

it's hot as balls outside. i know this because....
A) i am outside
B) i get around a bit (...only joking, but it seemed like the clever thing to say)

if you need a visual, i was sitting at one of those bus-stop booths waiting for my dad to pick me up while typing all this on my cellular.. when out of nowhere this woman in tight green sweatpants starts to jay-walk-panic-run across the street. you know how some people dress like they work out, but really don't lift much more than a fork? exactly. i had no idea just how tight her pants were or how many forks she'd lifted until i looked twice and realized her outer thigh rolls were quaking behind her with every pounding step. blegh, i shudder and shit myself scarred at the memory. i've given up forks starting tomorrow."

auf wiedersehen, goodbye.