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
Thursday, February 12, 2009
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
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
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 dictionary.com 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
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 dictionary.com 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.
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
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
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