And thanks to the fact that they're finally in season, I CAN EAT THEM. HOT DAMN.

Seriously, my hands are all sticky and peachy right now. YUM.

...um, that's all. guh-bye everybody! *dashes away*




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Okay, so I have a lovely little canon Powershot A95 which has served me faithfully for about three years now. But this morning at approximately 900 hours, it went coo-coo crazy and started spewing pink and white lines over any image a tried to take! OHNOEZ!

well, I came home teary eyed and in the mindset that I might have to give old faithful a funeral, but luckily, as I scanned the internetz in a desperate search for troubleshooting help, I came across a handy little document sent out by Canon stating that the manufacturer for their CCD component (which is like the eye of the camera, or so it was explained to me by tech support) supplied them with faulty materials. And the results of said faulty materials were exactly the problems I was experiencing! Huzzah!

I called tech support and got on the line with a very nice, if very ill (poor dear!) customer service guy, who said they'd ship both ways and replace the component for free if it did in fact turn out to be my CCD.

Cross your fingers guys, I really can't afford a new camera right now!



Besides that, the only other significant thing in the world of Erin would be, dah duhduhduhduh duh daaaaah! MITY! First two days have been jawesome, but sadly lacking on the Alena and Sally fronts. Curse you New Hampshire and limited enrollment! Curse you!



Hope your lives are well people. Much love!

_{By the way, this software now owns my soul--->[link]}



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I had a 'The Chronicles of Riddick' marathon last night. My parents have left the keys to the castle in my hands these last couple days, so Laura and I have been having some pretty awesome movie evenings; Riddick takes the cake.

Holy shit. I saw the third movie several years ago, and from coming in and out of monster-movie-athons at friends houses, I've caught bits and pieces of Pitch Black, but I'd never seen the whole thing.

I was an idiot, that's all I have to say. We watched the first movie with all the lights out late at night, and I swear I saw those monsters crawling around on my floor for hours after.

Then we watched the animated one. Okay, if you guys haven't seen dark fury, watch it. Seriously, it's on youtube in pieces if you must, or buy it or download it or something. Despite being the shortest part of the trilogy at only 35 minutes, I think it's probably my favorite. So Bloody Awesome.

Yes, I rant. It was a damn good trilogy; humor me.

But inform about what is beyond me. Life? Derivatives? Decay Rates? People with too much money? French Riots? Crisco?

Actually, I don't know that much about the last one... and about that first one, well, life is dull. My friends have been amazing as of late, and I've been to several really sweet, decidedly laid-back bonfires that made me feel quite happy, but the permeating sense that finals are going to eat me alive won't seem to go away.

That, and I've been without a conveniently portable source of music for several weeks. That's right, my iPod broke; the head phone jack went coo-coo-crazy, and the battery wasn't worth beans anyways... so we took it to the pretentious ass holes at the genius bar (I'm sure they're very nice people in real life, but once they're in those shirts and behind that counter, they can't help but be assholes) and they said I had no warranty (kind of expecting that) and that while they could replace it for 150$, they couldn't fix it (unfortunately, I was expecting that too).
Now, in case anyone's wondering 'so, why is she throwing a caniption?', the thing is, this is my signed iPod, you know, with the Nightwish signatures? It's not something I readily let out my sight, let alone part with completely, so I had to go en quest of someone who would fix it.
My dad, being a wicked cool guy with a great tech sense, did some trouble shooting which didn't help much, and then some browsing which helped a lot, because we found a fix-it place in Illinois that seemed to be willing to do the job. I told my dad we should throw a note with the story behind the signatures in with the iPod, but he shot me down saying 'no one's going to have heard of Nightwish'.
Within a week, we got an email a) letting us know that they could fix everything for half the price Apple would have charged us and b) asking who signed it, just out of curiosity. Turned out the techies at this fix-it place were a bunch of Nightwish fans, and working on my iPod made their day.
I think I found the biggest Nightwish fan in all of Illinois to fix my iPod, which happened to be signed by Nightwish; what are the odds? It's funny how life works out that way sometimes Makes me a little more certain we've got a reason for all this.

I love you all, don't let the end of the year make you insane (like it's definitely making me). On a positive note, it's the first time in five years I haven't had my annual spring break down! If I make it through one more week that'll be a milestone accomplishment in therapy...

Lol, like I said, love you all. Take care



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So, I suppose you're wondering why I called you all here tonight. Well, probably not, but I can always use famous literary references to make myself feel better right?

okay, maybe not. Still, some of you might be confused as to why I, artangst, the notorious deviant mobster who hangs out here more than should be legal has suddenly disappeared off your radar.

And the magical answer is.... there isn't one. Oh Lord, the list goes on and on...

as I said in my last grammatically challenged post, I was in NEW YORK! City of all cities, smelly of all smellies, weediest of the weedies. Yes, it smelled like weed and sounded like a city. T'was quite lovely indeed, a nice shift from the calm too and fro of small city life. Well, technically its part of a big city, but a small part of a big city and...

dear god I ramble.

But anyways, here's proof I was there: (see if you can figure out which one I am!) [link]

<< see my previous post for our show advert at the actual theater. A very cool place I might add, you should all see improv there! >>

I have a job now too. It's manual labor (intensive yard work and gardening), but it pays well and my boss is a retired shakespeare professor from Macalester (SAH-WEET.), so I'm enjoying myself. I'm also babysitting for two families and sending out applications for summer jobs at a) the fair b)the village, so less and less time again....

Then there's the massive life affecting thing called standardized testing. ACT (which I still can't anagram out) which I just got scores back. 34! Woo Hoo. Guess I'm going to college...

and oh dear lord, college. What a looming prospect. Right now i like U of M Morris, Hamline, Macalester, Lewis and Clark, and Reed. but the year is still young, and who knows how's that's going to change...

So I'm really sorry If I know you online and haven't responded to your post (I've cleared some messages from my inbox without reading them simply because I have over a hundred), and I'm even sorrier if I know you in real life and have blown you off/ disregarded you/ treated you like shite/ been an asshole. I don't mean to do any of that, I'm just stressed out my mind and acting like a self-absorbed nincompoop. remember, this too shall pass.

I love you all. Stay safe and take care of yourselves!
<3 -Erin



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