What the hell happened to Kyle's site?!

Currently Listening Who Can You Trust By Morcheeba see related

i set out to write a huge entry about the hurricane.  then i saw joe's site, and decided that he summed it up much better than i could right now.

i will say this, though: those of you who are defending the president's behavior should be absolutely disgusted with yourselves.  yes...yourselves.  look at the great inaction on his part.  how unbelievably fucking compassionate -- his own country's people are dying in front of our eyes, and he's got shit to do about it.   do you really believe this aristocracy gives a fuck about you?

weren't we supposed to be equipped to deal with situations like these in record time?  weren't we supposed to be protected from massive traumas to our major cities after all this preparation since 9/11?

it's staring you right in the face.  your government is letting you down.

go here to help.

Currently Listening Workingman's Dead By The Grateful Dead see related

i went on a little mini vacation last week with tania, katie, and renee.  we went up to katie's parents' vacation home on lake wisconsin.  it was loads of fun, and i got burnt to a crisp in the process.  that hot wisconsin sun really beat the crap out of me.  here are some pictures:

tania sporting the pimp hat that katie's nieces and nephew had stored in the 'activity closet'.  i'd like to know what kind of activities these kids are participating in up in cheeseland.

renee has the coolest hair ever.  EVER.

katie's pimp hand is STRONG in those aviator shades

tania likes to be big spoon, katie likes to jump on people

soo...tania and renee decided to have a dance party in the living room on the last night.  i think the bacardi fruit punches we'd been drinking all day (notice the forefront of the picture) might have had a little to do with it.  just a little, though.

unflattering, but funny to those who know.  on a sidenote, it's been discovered that hitters give both renee and i headaches.

i should work at fucking glamour shots.

only true thugs sport the life jacket

the dock behind the house

we managed to take a picture that was unflattering to each of us.  hells yes.  it's the only one i've got though, so its getting posted.  notice my sweet-ass tan (burn) lines.  later on that evening, i wound up winning $60 at the ho-chunk casino, then losing it all back to the same slot machine that i'd won it from.  then we went to a hole-in-the-wall bar and were invited to a trap shoot.  none of us knew what a trap shoot was, but we were told they'd have huge porkchops and there would be drunk men shooting guns.  so of course, i volunteered the group to be there.

this one has nothing to do with vacation, but i think its funny so i'm posting it.  a friend of mine saw this and said, 'i don't think its possible for you two to look any more like a couple of hippie potheads than you do in that picture.'  shibby. 

school starts august 22nd.  i'm going to make it my bitch, you just wait.

also, i'm going to the coldplay concert with jimmy legs on saturday, and to see 'wicked' w/my mom, sister, sister-in-law, and renee on sunday.  i'm pretty stoked.

on a sidenote:  10 years ago today, jerry garcia died.  show a little respect, yo.  and god bless peter jennings, amen.

Currently Reading The Color of Our Future By Farai Chideya see related

new stuff galore. 

i'll be on vacation until thursday, and i'll post pictures when i get back.  being on vacation is the absolute coolest, and there are no two ways about that.  so step off.

i'm a little worried about getting my tuition payment in on time.  i hate money, it's a dirty whore.  i also hate having to pay for school.  i hate having to pay for everything, really:  rent, car, food, insurance, phone, blah blah blah blahhhhhhh.  the brakes are shot in my car now, as well, so thats fun.  according to jimmy legs, it's the roter.  or whatever.  he's supposed to fix it, so thats wonderful...saves me some moolah on the repairs.

i found this magazine, its called "Radar".  i think that it might be the best magazine i've read.  i also think i might subscribe.  its not like you care all that much to know, but i thought i'd share that with you.  the tagline is "pop, politics, gossip, glamour".  read: erin's perfect magazine. 

so, once school starts, i'll be working roughly 45-50 hours per week plus the whole school thing.  i think this might be a bitch, and it might kill me.  but i'm so determined to do it that i don't think there's any option other than to succeed. 

thats about it for now, i guess.  pictures when i get back, so that's always great fun, no?  have yourselves a fantastic week.

Currently Watching Anchorman - The Legend Of Ron Burgundy (Full Screen Edition) By Will Ferrell, Christina Applegate, Steve Carell see related

ok so for anyone who doesn't know...i've officially moved back in w/my parents.  we won't even get into it.  really.

so this morning, i wake up to my mom standing in my room saying to me 'ok, i'm going for a walk.  and when you open your door, be careful because a bird got in and it's flying around outside your room.'

SON OF TATUM O'NEAL.  a flipping bird??  i don't even understand how this could happen.  it's a damned travesty. 

so i'm not going to go into the entire story about how my brother and i wound up getting the bird out of the house (after both my mother and father had left us for dead with potentially rabid fowl), but i will say this:  nothing is funnier (and quite possibly more disturbing) than seeing your brother run around the basement in his skivvies screaming like a little girl while he clutches a folded-up newspaper in his hand because he's scared of a bird.  that's right, brian.  i just busted you out.  booyah.

also, i think i met quite possibly the absolute most metrosexual straight man on the planet this evening.  i swear to god...this guy was pretty.  like, prettier than some of the pretty girls that were there.  strange...but entertaining.  he asked for my number and i really felt like saying 'can we go get a mani and pedi together?'.  absolutely not.

two completely unattractive qualities in a man:  having a more strict hair and skincare regimen than i do, and being a cowboy.  the latter is not to exclude the gentlemen with southern accents...by all means, boys, dazzle us with your best.  but the cowboy hat?  the boots?  the god-forsaken spurs?  come on now.  thats just...no.

notice this post's profile picture to the upper left of your screen.  that little 'amazing moments in history' highlight is a sort of dedication.  only because there were no pictures of titmice that i could find.  that weren't unbelievably fucking ridiculous, that is.  because titmice are just unbelievably fucking ridiculous.