Old Maid

I feel like I'm in Junior High all over again.

Seriously, though!

(I think I was 19 in the picture)

In Jr. High:

You don't quite fit in with the elementary school friends(people don't really have friends that young at that age--I hung out with my sister, so I did...) And you don't dare talk to the older kids because they're too scary.

You hear all sorts of things about High School and how you need to be "serious about what your school work" because in 9th grade "it all counts". What on earth did THAT mean?..

You didn't know quite what to expect with boys. You read into everything, and analyzed EVERY little thing.. (ie. *gasp* he looked at me. He must want to "go out" with me.) And what was "going out", anyway? I never really knew. I just nodded and smiled when asked about it, pretending like I grew up knowing the term.

At 22:

All my guy friends are interested in the "elementary age girls" (now 18-19) and all my girl friends are past the 18-19 stage and are married. I am the awkward 22 year old girl who isn't married or on a mission. In Utah terms, I am the "old maid". (side note: I never dreamed I would be an old maid. I just laugh thinking about this and how I honestly don't feel old. anyway..)

You must know about where you're going in life. (something I hate is when people have expectations for me too. hmm.)

The following conversation often occurs:

"So, are you in school?"

"yes."

"Oh? What is your major?"

"Fashion Design"

"huh... And what exactly do you plan on doing with that?"

(I've got this part memorized)"I would like to open my own store designing Bridal gowns"

"oh, cool..."

Even though it may seem like I do know where I'm going, there are so many different routes I want to take! It's insane. If I've learned anything in my education experiences it's not to make official plans until the time comes, and just to take things one step at a time. Life seems to be much happier that way.

So back up off me! I've got things under control.

I STILL don't know what to expect with boys. I read into things way too much, still. I don't think I'll ever figure that one out.. Again with the whole, "taking things as they come" deal.

But do you see what I mean? The Old Maid age is terrible. Of course it has it's wonderful points, too. To Be Continued...

first date

I became a fan of the idea of dating since I was little. Watching DJ and Steve (from Full House) go on dates and have a lot of fun together made me really excited for the day I would turn 16 and have my turn to date cute boys like Steve.

I had a lot of ideas of how my first dating experiences would be, too. I would be walking down the hall and a cute boy would catch my eye and the whole slow-motion-eye-contact-hair-blowing-in-the-wind moment would happen... Or my favorite, the moment I turned 16 I thought the boys would be lining up down the street to ask me out!

I was SO wrong.


16th Birthday. Got my driver's license. That was about it. No boys. No lining up down the street. Boo.


Fast forward 6 months.

firstdate

.theaskout.

It all started in my Astronomy class. I'm sitting there, talking about the Homecoming dance with the cute boy sitting next to me, when the shy not so cute boy in front of me turns around and asks, "WHAT?! You haven't been asked to Homecoming yet?!"... followed by a "hmmmm"..

I should have known what was coming.

That night. I was asked to Homecoming. By a boy who I didn't know. I recognized the name, however.

Long story short, I said yes.



.daydate.

Said boy comes to pick me up. We (just the two of us) go out to his little 2-door ghetto car and he drives me to Walmart. Yes, Walmart... To get me a fishing license. that's right ladies and gents. FISHING.

I'd never been fishing before either. 2 firsts.

we then squish into his friend's truck with his date.. so there's friend, friend's date and I in the front seat and my date is in the back. lovely.

So we get up to the "fishing lake" {more like a large pond} in the middle of nowhere up the canyon, and the other couple we were with decided to go sit on the picnic blanket and just start kissing. 1. gross. 2. PDA 3. Seriously right now?! I'm on a blind-ish date right now!! Do not do this to me!!

Then, my date proceeds to try to teach me how to fish.. You know, the whole arm-around-the-girl-holding-my-hands-onto-the-fishing-pole crap! try being the key word here.. I just flipped out a little and said ...You know, I think I'll just watch you.. So I went and sat by the makey-outers. (they had stopped at this point) And waited for everyone to be done "fishing".

Long story short, boy dropped me off, and instead of getting ready for the actual dance, I cried. I was horrified. I hated the day, I was mortified that a boy that I hardly knew was hitting on me and I was scared to go to the dance portion with this boy. But, instead of faking the ebola virus, I decided to just go and make the best of it. After all, I had bought a new dress for it!

.fastforward to the dance portion of the date.

I get all dolled up and he comes to pick me up. He tells me we're going to Applebee's {love it!} and so I thought that it wouldn't be so bad! After dinner we headed to the dance {i was SO excited to see friends there, and show off my hot black gown too!}. I danced 3 songs while my date sat on a bench and waited, he hated dancing.. So after I got my dancing in, we went and took our pictures for the date. And left. We all went back to said boy's house. dun dun dun!! And decided to watch a movie before having to take the ladies home. I chose The Emporer's New Groove, which everyone agreed was a good pick. 5 minutes into the movie, and of course the makey-outers start doin their makey-outy-ness {sick.}

Said date boy: "Heyyy, erin. Come sit by me here on this love seat!"
Erin: Uh... No, I think I'll sit on the floor, thanks. Oh. And I have to be home by 11pm.

So, promptly at 10:55, I broke up the makey-outers and remind everyone I had to leave {lie} and they took me home. I thanked the boy, gave him the ol' high five and went in my door.


I then cried myself to sleep.

What a wonderful first impression on dating. I think it scarred me for life a little bit.

Totally And Completely

Intimidated.


I'm trying to get involved more. Trying to think outside the box and push myself. I'm participating in a fashion show this fall(designing, NOT modelling.. eugh, yeah right!) Long story short, the group I was assigned is amazing.

I feel totally inadequate. Here they are all experienced interior designers and SO professional. Then there's me..

Pros: So, how far along are you in the program? (To the other student designer)
Boy: I'll be finished with my associates this year.
Pros: Very cool. And what about you? (to me)
Ewin: *cheerfully* I'm in my second semester.
Pros: *Blank look* ....(hesitated) oh..!

Great for a first impression on both aspects, I think.

I am going to {try} to show them that this gal's got talent(maybe) And that I am a great asset to the team. At least I'll have an extra opinion for our design?

Agh, I'm stressing out too much.

I'm SO nervous, yet excited to learn from some pros and get some networking in!

Princess Time

My friends Snow White, Cinderella and I (Belle) are getting ready for a photo shoot.

Here's a sneak preview!

:D

PS. Hair Extensions. Sweet, huh?!

Loser!!

I love reality television

{the bachelorette starts tomorrow, i'm SO excited}

but the last few months I've loved watching

The Biggest Loser

its fantastic

reminds me that I need to be better at excersising and eating right!

meet Mike when he started The Biggest Loser

And AFTER. Hello Mike! Look how gorgeous he is! Seriously. I was a little in shock. Look at what having good eating habits and a lot of excersise can do! Thank you Biggest Loser contestants for reminding me to be healthier! My brother and I starting the day his school lets out are starting a work out program and we're going to be living a healthier lifestyle! Freak, why don't I start today!? I think I will. . . As of right now.

I'll keep you posted on how I'm doing, maybe even post some before and after pictures later? HAHA. We'll see about that!

2 words

Be Responsible.

Now you can take this however you like. But. I have 5 friends in particular who stay up til the butt crack of dawn. Every night.

Do they wake up on time in the morning? Yes.

How do they do it? Who stupid bratty knows.

but

They try to convince ME to stay out with them until the wee morning hours every day.

Why don't I stay out late?

Here are 10 good reasons.

1. Early To Bed, Early To Rise, Ever heard of it?

2. If I don't get at least 7 hours of sleep every night, I do not function. Ever.

3. What is there possibly to do after midnight?

And going to WalMart and Betos{insert other 24 hr. fast food/store locations here} does not count

4. Mil is hitting me right now

5. I really need my beauty rest.

6. It causes illness

7. You are more prone to be stopped by cops and killed.

8. You start having conversations with your brain.

9. Mutha gets upset.

10. The Holy Ghost goes to bed at midnight.

Mil, I AM NOT A FAG.

that is all.

get some rest.

and i don't want to mention any names here....

but

escy, duran dilfey, wolfman, jamilio, and punkin bunny.... Get some freaking SLEEP! You're making me tired just thinking about your staying up late. And 2 of you are sick right now. Proof that you NEED sleep.

that is all. love ya! <3

The John Stamos Chronicles II

Who else can Rock a Mullet? Honestly?