Friday, February 27, 2009

30 Hour Famine

That's today. I had to stop eating at 12 today and I eat again around 6 p.m tomorrow. This is all to help raise money for starving kids in Africa. I raised 51 dollars and 93 cents. So I fed a kid for one month twenty one days and 93% of a twenty second day. Nick gave me 48 cents in pennies, who in the world carries 48 pennies with them? Nick Mastracola. That's who. Anyway, that's all I really have to talk about right now. When I get back, on sunday i will post about what we did and all that. I don't know anyone who is going to be there other than Anna and Zane and I hate Zane. (his is a long, long, long, long, story. one that started all the way back in elementary school)

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Its all Nick's fault

That that kitty is as my header background. It makes me giggle.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

I was going to put a youtube video here but I didn't.

Because i thought it'd get blocked. Ok go to this url from your home computer:, it's my other blog that i forgot I had. There will be about every video i can find on you tube that has that song on it i can find.

We didn't start the fire, no its been burning since the world's been turning. We didn't start the fire, no we didn't light it but we tried to fight it

My Own List of Lists

People who have influenced me:
 My family
 Brendon Hormel (my wonderful boyfriend)
 Amanda Graybeal (took the chance to believe in me)
 Kate Warren (took the chance to believe in me)
 Stephenie Meyer (this isn’t me being an obsessive fan girl; her dark romance books have really influenced my own.)
 All the people who told me I’d never amount to anything, if it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have anything to prove.

Places that make me happy:
 The High School Auditorium, it’s where I spend most of my time as of late.
 The Great Escape Theater, there are so many unforgettable things that happened there, the race to the bathroom after drinking an entire LARGE soda and sitting through the two hour Twilight movie where I ran into the wall and started panicking when my stall door wouldn’t close, the time the toilet exploded on Alyssa, the time when Kate ran into the sign and fell in the middle of the parking lot, the first time I got Jamie out of the house after she had Alaina, Kate screaming “THEY JUST HAD TO RUN!” at the end of Juno, and finally, I got my first kiss there.
 North Carolina, my Aunt Pat’s and Uncle Bob’s house specifically. I love it there, it has that sense of home, especially since there is always a homemade meal on the table and everyone comes over everyday.
Places I would like to go:
 Back to Niagara Falls
 Wherever I can see the Northern Lights
 Paris
 Tokyo
 Disney Land, never been there
 Carowinds
 Anywhere with my boyfriend

Things in people which I like:
 Are we talking about the opposite sex here? Brown hair, brown eyes, tough on the outside, big cuddly teddy bear on the inside, would never want to hurt me, cares about me more than anything, thinks I’m the prettiest girl in the world (or at least tells me I am), always remembers my birthday, taller than me, same age as me so I don’t have to worry about him graduating before or after me, trusting, mushy gushy every once in awhile but not all the time, in a nutshell, Brendon Hormel, that’s what I like.
Things in people which I dislike:
 Snootiness
 “I’m better than everyone else.” You really aren’t and no one likes you.
 Bad hygiene
 People who talk too big for themselves
 Stupidity
 People who talk down to other people
 People who enjoy being mean
Things that worry me:
 Dying before I made an impact on the world
 Chemistry exams
 Trigonometry exams
 The end of the world
Things I would like to know how to do:
 Whistle
 Sign language
 Speak Croatian
 Apply makeup the right way
 Do a cartwheel
Things that have moved me:
 9/11
 My Great Grandmother’s funeral
 A Walk To Remember
 Memoirs of A Geisha
Ideas that intrigue me:
 Global Warming
 Bible vs. Science
 Debates
 That I could actually be something someday
My personal favorites:
 My boyfriend
 My friends
 Writing
 Reading
 “Secret Life of the American Teenager”
 “The First Part Last” by Angela Johnson
 My Chemical Romance
 Nightwish
 Evanescence
 Trying everything just to touch my dreams
 “New Classic” by Drew Seely and Selena Gomez
 “Famous Last Words” by My Chemical Romance
 A Walk To Remember
 Juno
 Robin B Hood
 Memoirs of a Geisha

Song Lyrics:
"We didn't start the fire" by Billy Joel

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Even though I'm the sacrifice you won't try for me not now.

One of the chapters of my autobiography, I believe this is chapter Four?

Metaphors, oh BOY!

Peace is when you’re lying in his arms, watching a movie and he gently kisses your cheek.

Paradise is a pool and a Sun Drop ™ on a hot day.

Love is me and you, you and me, baby.

Happiness is any moment spent with a big smile on.

Romance are whispered “I love you”s in the dark.

Desperation is digging to the bottom of a full bag of candy just to get the last red one.

Vanity is what supersedes humanity.

Sorrow is losing someone, even though you knew it was their time to go.

Crazy is having an argument with yourself, losing the argument and therefore are no longer talking to yourself.

Creativity is being able to make a story out of the cloud shaped like an alligator with a limp being beaten by an old lady with arthritis that you saw in the sky.

Song Lyrics:
"Missing" by Evanescence (my current favorite song)

Wednesday, February 18, 2009


Yay! The only way I have to celebrate is by posting the "Room Sweet Room" Chapter of my autobiography and rant a little about hungry stomach's. Isn't that obnoxious? When you are sitting in the middle of class, in this case creative writing where a creepy girl already stares at me and your stomach will just NOT SHUT UP! Oh my GOD! I ate something for breakfast, a nice little oatmeal cookie. I don't know why I am so hungry and I also don't know why I'm telling you what I ate for breakfast and also don't know why I am even typing this post and I also don't know what I'm even doing in this classroom and I don't know why I'm in this school or in this state or in this country or on this planet. I don't know why.

Ok, done with the rant, now for the chapter which I don't know why I wrote. (tee hee)

Room Sweet Room
Now, I must warn you, my room is a disaster area. If anyone but me enters it, they will either trip and break their neck and file a lawsuit against me. Or, they will be pulled into the abyss of my clothing, never to be seen or heard from ever again.
My room has pink walls, from a time when that was my favorite color. I cover my walls with posters, photographs, and drawings I’ve done. I also have a tradition, every time I begin typing a book with the intent to publish; the cover always goes on my wall.
There are four instruments in my room, a keyboard, a clarinet, a violin and a baritone. I guess you could say I am very musical.
An enormous bed takes up half of my room. It’s built about three feet up from the floor. I have managed to smack my hip and leg off it multiple times. My bed is painted green, my real favorite color. That bed is covered with stuffed animals because I am not ready to let go of that little girl on the inside of me.
All around my room, scattered on the floor, in bins or on my bookshelf are books, books, and more books. I love to read, whenever I have money, it’s spent on books. I have Michael Crichton, as well as Nicholas Sparks. I have every Stephenie Meyer book she ever wrote, as well as J.K. Rowling. I have barely known authors and highly renowned authors. I’ve got a little bit of everything, horror, romance, adventure, sci-fi, you name it, I’ve got it. Only my favorite books get on the shelves though.
Near my door, which isn’t a real door, it’s a folding door like the ones you see on closets; I have a tall tower-like set of shelves. On top of that tower sits my television, whose DVD player I broke by accidentally throwing the remote at it.
That’s my room in all its glorious glory.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Last year's wishes are this year's apologies

OH MY GOD, seriously, I can't believe some people, and YEAH this is a rant post DEAL WITH IT! I cannot believe the AUDACITY of some people. IF YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT A PERSON DO NOT talk crap on them! Odds are you're the creep. You probably stalk three year olds or something and you're only saying that stuff about him because it makes you feel better about your fetish. Yea, whatever. That really ticks me off. If I found who this person is, I will have a THOROUGH talking with them. A** hole.

Song Lyrics:
"I'm Like a Lawyer, the Way I'm Always Trying to Get You Off Me" by Fall Out Boy (known for having ridiculously long Song titles)

Thursday, February 12, 2009

And I'm hanging on another day

52 Things to Do Before You Die
(Keep in mind this is in no specific order)

1. Fall madly and deeply in love.
2. Have a Pool Noodle fight with your best friend
3. Spend all day after school with your best friend and spy on the football team.
4. Witness the Northern Lights.
5. Find God and accept him as your savior.
6. Become a known writer, not necessarily well known, but known.
7. Have Children
8. Swim with the Dolphins
9. Admit you are wrong about everything.
10. Tell someone you love it and mean it.
11. Tell your boss where to shove it.
12. Befriend someone you don’t particularly like
13. Get over your insane fear of the number thirteen.
14. Catch fireflies.
15. Adopt a baby from another country.
16. Spend an entire day answering everyone’s questions with a question.
17. See the Grand Canyon.
18. Hold an alligator
19. Touch a polar bear
20. Dance like an idiot and don’t care whose watching.
21. Quit caring about what other people think about you.
22. Turn a boy gay.
23. Play twister while on a sugar rush.
24. Have ten girls over at your house at once.
25. Ask so many questions that your teacher suggests that you think about moving to a slower class and then admit that you were doing that just to be annoying and then get detention.
26. Use the sentence “And I told him, I ain’t got none of your nothing.” In front of your English teacher.
27. Add the word “ain’t” to the dictionary on your Microsoft word
28. Go on a blind date.
29. Have an argument with yourself, lose the argument and give yourself the silent treatment.
30. Shoot the idiot who came up with the name for Greenland.
31. Convince everyone that you aren’t as violent as your list suggests.
32. Take over the world.
33. Learn to hang glide
34. Play ‘would you rather’ and really think about your answers
35. Kiss in front of the Eiffel Tower.
36. Learn Croatian
37. Figure out where the heck Croatia is anyway
38. Do something your mama told you not to.
39. See a show on Broadway
40. Go on a New York shopping trip.
41. Learn that ‘supposably’ isn’t a word, you idiot.
42. Stare at that girl who always stares at you for the entire class period but make sure you are making the stupidest face possible whilst doing this.
43. Learn that ‘pigeon-holed’ means ‘stereotyped’ and doesn’t have anything to do with a pigeon’s hole.
44. Become a huge fan of the music your parents call “Satan’s noise”.
45. Read the Twilight Saga.
46. Beat all the levels on guitar hero.
47. Get thrown out of Victoria’s secret.
48. Laugh so hard that Jell-O comes out of your nose.
49. Walk through Wal-mart pretending you speak another language.
50. Run your go-cart up a tree
51. Answer the phone at three a.m and not swear at the person on the other side of the line. I dare you.
52. Love yourself.

Song Lyrics:
Broken by Lifehouse.
She just did it again. Thought I'd add that in.

Looking for angels

No chapter to put up today because I am blogging from Creative Writing, not from my home computer where all my chapters are saved so no chapter to put up today. I have to actually type alot. Well, not alot, I guess technically we only need six sentences but I'm a big fan of run on sentences as you can probably tell because I am only on my second sentence and look how much of this post these two little sentences have already took up.

Ok, enough with the obsessive compulsive run on sentences. I need to rant, this is a ranting post YOU HAVE BEEN FOREWARNED Don't like it? Don't read.

Ok, so as I have previously stated I am in creative writing class with Amanda and Hinkle. Now, I am NOT ranting about them, alright? I'm ranting about this chick who i don't even know her name has a severe staring problem. Like, everytime I'm talking to Hinkle or Amanda or Brittany or even Kim, she just stares at me. And If Hinkle, Amanda or Kim talk she stares at them. Its so obnoxious. Next time she does it, I'm just going to stare back at her. Be like, what now? HUH?
Oh, and she keeps like randomly looking over at me. What is her problem, seriously? I don't even know who she is!!!! (and I wouldn't take the time to go and find out because I think she's a homocidal maniac secretly planning my death or something OH GOD, hope that doesn't get my blog blocked ) But yeah, anyways, that was my little rant for today. It's healthy to rant every once in awhile. You should all try it. Its very invigorating

Song Lyrics:
Looking For Angels by Skillet

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

please forgive me for the dreams we had to silence, that's all they'll ever be.

Chapter Three (this makes blogging super easy)

Erin Howie’s Personal Alphabet

A for Author
I love to write and as I’ve been told by countless English teachers, they expect to see my work on a best seller’s list someday. Ask anyone, I never leave home without a notebook and my lucky pencil.

B for Bouncy
There was a number of inappropriate things I considered putting here but considering my Creative writing teacher is going to actually read this, I decided against it. I used bouncy strictly because I’m a very hyper, very fun person.

C for Creative
Any author (or aspiring one) has creativity. My mind is constantly thinking of plots and settings. I get ideas from the things I see in everyday life and from personal experience. I turn blank notebooks into stories. I call that creative.

D for Dramatic
Yes, I am one of those select few women who will actually admit to being dramatic. I have my moments where I make a mountain out of a mole hill. I can’t help it, I’m female.

E for Emotional
I am a woman. I don’t think I should have to explain this one.

F for Fun
Yes, I consider myself to be a fun person. I always find a way to make people laugh no matter the situation.

G for Girly
I love getting dressed up. I get my dress for a dance three months ahead of time and count down the days. If I get new clothes, I have to wear them right away. I paint my nails. I use body wash that is scented like a cookie. I wear jewelry and am dazzled by the sparkle it has when the sun catches it.

H for Hard-headed
I will admit I can be stubborn. I have streaks of “my way or the highway” moods.

I for Imaginative
I’ve got my head up in the clouds. (sharada sharada)

J for Jolly
I am happy about 99.9 percent of the time. I love laughing and I make sure to have a good time no matter the condition I’m in. (even when freezing in a salt marsh soaked through my pants and overall feeling miserable, I still could smile.)

K for Klutz
I strongly believe that there are blocks of air that jump up from the floor and trip people.

L for Loving
I really, truly am. I, pretty much, like everyone and you have to do something really horrible to get on my bad side. I forgive easily, too easily I am constantly told. I’m extremely easy to get close to. Example; I only met Angela this year and we are best friends.
M for Miniature
I get made fun of by my boyfriend and friends all the time about how short I am. I am five three and I quit growing according to my doctor. I am only about an inch or so taller than Tyler Sheffy. And that’s where the real teasing begins. I abide by the saying, “I’m not short, I’m fun sized!”
N for Nocturnal
If I had it my way, I’d sleep all day and stay up all night. I am a bit of a night owl. I tend to stay up until about midnight on weekdays and until 2-3 a.m on weekends. I can’t sleep in on weekdays, but usually sleep through either my history or Spanish class (surprisingly I’m still passing both of those with flying colors). Weekends, I sleep until twelve in the afternoon.

O for Original
Yes, I am the one and only me. There is no one else like me in the entire world. I am the last of my kind.

P for Pretty
At least that’s what my boyfriend and friends tell me.

Q for Quixotic
When it comes to romance, I always fantasized of a prince charming that lavished me in gifts and spoke Shakespeare.
R for Reliable
Everyone comes to me when they have a problem or when its “tell Erin everything she never wanted to know about you” day and I have never once spilled anyone’s secret. I am that one person you can count on to pick up her phone at three a.m. and still listen to your problems instead of spewing profanities at you like most people would.

S for Sweet
Referring back to the previous letter, I always answer my phone. I’m always there when you need me. I never would turn away, even if the problem is unsolvable, I’ll still try to help. When you need a friend, here I am.

T for Talented
As far as writing goes, I’d like to think I am.

U for Uncoordinated
I trip over anything and everything I run into doors. I’ve bruised my hip on a doorknob and I have in fact run into a wall. I can’t dance, and my attempts at dancing are pretty pathetic.

V for Vapid
Vapid means lacking life. That is the one thing I lack: a life. You have to understand that I stay on myspace for seven hours on end, even when there is no one else on.

W for weird
There is no doubt in my mind that I am one of the weirdest people you will ever have the misfortune to meet. The only people weirder than me actually reside in mental institutions and even some of them aren’t as weird as me.

X for Xyloid
Xyloid means “like wood”. So, like wood, I’m easily breakable.

Y for Young
I am young, only sixteen.

Z for Zero
As in I have zero ideas as to what to put here.

Song Lyrics:
Hand of Sorrow by Within Temptations

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Sparkling angel, i believed that you were my savior in my time of need. Blinded by faith, i couldn't hear all the whispers, the warnings so clear.

Chapter two of my autobiography:

What’s In a Name?
It took my parents six years of trying to finally get me and when they did get me, there were all kinds of arguments about the name. My father wanted me to have a fully Irish name, since our ancestors came from the potato land itself.
My mother on the other hand, had two choices: Brandi Elizabeth sounds like the blonde cheerleader type, or the aspiring Victoria Secret Model, not me. Shelby, I like the sound of that but it just doesn’t seem…me.
My first and middle name, Erin Colleen, combined literally translates to “Ireland Girl”. The name Howie translates to Brave Heart. This name is not one I’d choose for myself. If I had the option, I would be Peyton. Peyton Desiree Howie.
The one thing I hate the most about my name, are my initials. ECH, my elementary school friends christened me ‘Etch a Sketch’ after discovering my initials.
Originally, my parents thought they were having a boy. If I had been a boy, I envision myself to be a scrawny boy that wears suspenders, plaid shirts and wool socks that come up to my knees. I envision myself as that nerdy boy who snorts when he laughs and hyperventilates when he sees a hot girl. My name would’ve been Emerson Lee Howie.
I guess it’s a good thing I’m a girl

What do you think??????

Song lyrics:
Angel by within Temptation

Monday, February 9, 2009

Honey, Honey how he thrills me, uh huh honey honey, honey honey nearly kills me.

Thanks so much you guys for the comments. Here's the first chapter of my Autobiography:

Letter of Introduction

The word “Speesh” doesn’t really exist, though I predict that about seventy five percent of you tried to look it up before deciding whether or not you really wanted to read this. While researching this word, you found it had no definition (at least not according to or Webster). You googled it and all you found was my myspace, facebook, and my blog and my pictures.
Well, the word Speesh is the exact definition of me.
Alright, I lied, if you looked up Erin Howie in the dictionary that defined everyone in the entire world, it would say: “scientific name: Rinnius Dramasus, a very short, extremely dramatic, red furred creature that resides in the middle of a freezing winter land normally known as Pennsylvania.”
That’s beside the point. The word ‘speesh’ originated from my ninth grade geometry class (which I barely passed). I was trying to playfully insult my best friend, Hortencia and it came out as “Speesh”, ever since then all of my friends use it. We even call ourselves the ‘Speesh’ club.
Now if there ever comes a time; after I’ve written thirty New York Bestsellers, four of my books turned into movies, become a famous actress, had a city named after me and am officially richer than Bill Gates, that ‘speesh’ gets admitted into the dictionary, the definition will be: a crazy, fun, sweet person with a big heart . A person who will always have your back and would help anyone no matter who it was.”
That is the definition of a Speesh.
That is not the full definition of Erin Howie.

That was the first chapter of my Autobiography! What do you think?

Song Lyrics:
Honey, Honey by ABBA

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

I can't smile without you, I can't laugh and I can't sing, I'm finding it hard to do anything

You see I feel sad when you're sad, I feel glad when you feel glad, if you only knew what I'm going through, oh I just can't smile!

I love that song. Barry Manilow is the only one who could ever do that song justice. It has that kind of beat where you bob your head to each beat.

So, everyone in chorus got to witness Mrs.Masser officially go off on someone and the person she did it to, DESERVED it sooooooooooooooooooooooo bad! I am sorry but that person is like the biggest witch with a B that this school has ever seen. that person has actually said that she ENJOYS being mean to people. Well, that totally sounds like that person. She even has a mean pinched up face, that person, not Mrs.Masser. I am so happy that Masser went off on her. That person definitely deserved it.

Anyway, nothing really new happened today. My boyfriend fell getting on the bus but I didn't get to see it. Poor baby.

Oh so I'm thinking of a story, I'm going to base it off of the song "Amaranth" by Nightwish. Look it up, listen to it and then tell me what you think.

Song Lyrics:
Can't Smile Without You by Barry Manilow.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Give me a break let me make my own pattern

Yea, I didn't go to Sno-ball. My reasons behind it, you ask?

1. No date
and before you even ask, no me and Brendon didn't break up for the last time already. He's at his mom's.

2. No dress

3. No real desire to go.

I don't believe I should have to explain either two or three. All my dresses made me look fat and I just really didn't feel like going.

Song Lyrics:
Shattered by O.A.R