something I've been thinking about..

I saw this online and found it to be applicable to my life--take for example surfing (drop-out: big time), swimming (considering dropping-out), waffle making (amateur: although I hear tales about really wonderful waffles and my mother makes amazing waffles, I just can't bring myself to put forth effort beyond the standard Betty Crocker recipe), procrastination (expert: constantly inventing new heights).
I think seeing my pathetic-ness in chart form is motivating me to try a little harder (ex: swimming; still not ready for the waffles).  Although there are people born with amazing natural talent (Andrew Beck), a lot of people are great because they really spend a huge amount of time working on it (Andrew Beck).  So the key is not getting discouraged, not getting complacent (waffles again) and just continuously pushing forward.  that's what I learned.
Onward to the awesomeness threshold! go to!

dear Japan

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s&g

I'm up too late crafting as I'm prone to do when leslie is out of town.  I'm really not supposed to do it--I get off my schedule and start getting tired, lonely and sad. by the time she finds her way back home I'm a mess. anyways while I was working the computer played a simon and garfunkel song and it was nice so I took the music off shuffle and hung out awhile feeling the waves of nostalgia--high school. discovering simon and garfunkel, cat stevens and the beatles. poetry and hippies and artsy boys.  melanie and tye and I watching beatles movies, converting our jeans into bell bottoms and trying to make our own love beads. merran and I writing poetry and angsty essays. the cool guys with their fancy SLRs and awkward fumbling in the dark room. my red car.
it seems like I've been through 500 lifetimes.  my life now, in boston, is so removed from everything. April Come She Will. even my early boston days feel like another lifetime. everything was so unknown and raw. I was so alone. and now here I am in my furnished home. furnished with my things. working on my 4th year in this apartment. can you even believe it

for the love of Pretzel

Happy Birthday, Brooklyn!

a happy mardi gras

so I don't really know anything about mardi gras as I have never celebrated it.  I've heard some folks like to do neat things like making masks and pots of beans and sausage or something.  sounds awesome. someday I am going to find out for myself and celebrate mardi gras good and proper.

not tonight though.  tonight I'm going to take pictures of my friend E on the flying trapeze.
happy mardi gras!

a little lambie pie

happy birthday Charlotte

word on the street is...

I may actually graduate this semester.  whoa!

happy heart day

 -e

Cute Overload or watching The Bachelor finally pays off

what are these baby ponies doing??!?
they just followed them everywhere like little lost, knobbly kneed puppies.  CO the heck! XP

bad ponies

walk on by little buddy. walk on by.*

Nice Walk

sorry for the pity party post last time...
Anyways!  Today I walked through the back entrance of HSPH to get to my office.  It's a longish winding hallway.  Just as I reached the stairs that lead up to the nutrition department (where I work at my work) a voice from behind said enthusiastically "You have a nice walk!!"  I turned around and saw a very eager smiling man who's accent and appearance led me to deduce he was from somewhere in the Caribbean.  "I've been walking behind you and watching you a long time!!" he said also very enthusiastically.  I didn't really know how to respond and kind of confusedly smiled back while my mind jumped between "well that's a new one" and "should this be offensive?" (full disclosure: I am wearing my "skinny" jeans today and yeah they are snug on the huns--and by huns I mean tushy).
While I stood there like a stunned deer the man went on to tell me that I had a nice walk because I kept to my side of the hallway and moved out of the way for self absorbed academics who will only acknowledge your presence if you send an IM to their blackberry.  something like that.  I said thank you a little too loudly (those stairs really echo) and we parted ways until next time.
SO, what we learned this morning:
a) I am really nice
b) foreign men are not obsessed with butts (not always)
awesome. have an awesome day.

To the professor who wrote me a rude email,

How could you know that it took every last inch of strength for me to get out of bed this morning and be brave enough to face the day, only to get your email when I got to work.

:'(
erin

christmas for cowboys

Kendi our host mother w/some Christmas eve bbq

tico wanton

click on the picture to see my face!! haha

we weren't allowed to take pictures of the leather back turtle or her eggs, but this is what they looked like

Volcan Arenal

             



               for more deets (including a soundtrack and the tale of the christmas eve massacre) check out leslie's blog post

Merry Christmas