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Monday, December 31st, 2007
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4:10 pm
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How many forevers has it been since I wrote in this? I kinda forgot about it, and that others use it stil. Hmm, I guess I could fill in anybody who's still my "friend", but that'd take too long to gap Conneticut and now. Wow..
So I'll leave the summer at "huh", "whoa", and "I did what!?"
Life's calmed down a lot. To the point where I'm bored. But I guess if your bored then you're boring. Ouch! Burn on myself. I don't care if I'm a little boring though. In a sense, I feel more real now than I did from the months of August to November. "What happened?"
I can't wait until spring! I found out there's a bike collective in Detroit. I'd really like to learn how to fix my own bike. Speaking of which, I need new tubes and I'd like to get new tires. The Schwinn needs an update.
Fuck I miss the east coast though..
current mood:  horny
current music: Sway - Summer Donna
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| Tuesday, July 10th, 2007
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1:16 pm
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What Am I Doing With My Life!!??
Well, I've been watching the Venture Brothers. Drew lifted season 2 from Borders on Sunday. This past weekend was sweet...
I was awoken by Mike Bushay' Friday night with 1,000 drunken raspberries (the action in which you make a farting sound on one's skin with your mouth while you are drunk..and boy was he). Norm's the next morning followed by a trip to the beach in Rhode Island. I got a bitchin' sun burn..which is working it's way into a beach babe tan. Then to Providence for falafel, beer on the ghost bridge and a dorky drunken all night dance party which led to Mike and John getting trashed and getting naked. And really, when your friends are naked you might as well dress down.. Mike tried to get our asses kicked on the way back to a friends house. How so you may ask? By throwing a rock at a car as it was passing by drunkenly yelling at us. Hey, guess what. They turned around and Mike mumbled something along the lines of "You wanna throw down?" 3 car loads of kids...... Mike...you're adorable! Popcorn on the stove and asprin, sleep, and back to Conneticut.
I love my friends.
So now I must make my way to NYC. Gotta be there by Saturday. I need to get back to Michigan. My mom needs me. I'll be there not this weekend but next. By on the look out.
current mood:  anxious
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| Sunday, June 3rd, 2007
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7:58 pm
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So it comes to this. Stay in Detroit with a guy who is really sweet but has some issues or check out to Philadelphia. The smart choice is obvious. The smart choice is too obvious. It's just that though I love the adventure of going to a new town and being something completely different than I was before, it's intimidating.
I have to start all over again. Like when I went to Conneticut. Like when I went to high school. You have to take the best of you and almost sell it to complete strangers and hope they are worth it. Detroit seems so easy right now. I have friends and "friends." I know who to call when and when to go where and where to go with who.
But it doesn't make me any more happy to stick around DR. And the prospect of going away to a new place and meet new people and yet again become the new and improved Erica seems so nice. Just..hard. I'll have to reinsert myself in the party scene, the punk scene, the scumbag scene, and if I'm bored the scene scene. Not to mention, reguardless of my choice the job scene.
Ugh! A job! Curses!
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| Tuesday, May 29th, 2007
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7:45 pm
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This weekend was really nice. Lorrianne and Nina joined me for DEMF on Saturday. I'm glad they came. Saturday night..Fi-Nite then a house party. Crashed at a friend from Pittsburgh in Dearborn. Sunday night..MOCAD with Jason, then Bleu for Richie Hawtins after after party. Crashed with Jason at the Courtyard Marriot. It was beautiful. 12th floor and we walked in as the sun was rising. Monday night..a place called RJs? I don't remember, I was trashed. Crashed again at the Marriot.
Man, those kids are cool but they don't appreciate what they have. Like get this, Jason and I walked in the room and I'm like holy shit! The sun rising, clear skies, the river, the city. It was something else for sure. "It's alright." What!? Alright? Drinking Moet with famous people. An aweome room (for free)with a georgeous view. Being paid to do what you love to do. And it's alright.
Took a taxi for the first time this weekend. It's pretty funny how this is oppostie of the "norm" for me. Gone from scumbag to spoiled. Then I rode the bus home.
Fuck my life kicks ass.
current mood:  drained
current music: Madeline / Dumpster Dive Mother
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| Saturday, May 26th, 2007
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12:39 am
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Something happened when I left. I went away to this place where these people were cold. And things never ended like in the movies. And I spent so much time bored and alone. And I made friends. And I weaseled my way into others lives. And became a staple. And then I came back.
And nobody has changed a bit. But for some reason I found it hard to fit back in thier lives. And the people I grew up with and adored for years are now strangers.
I'm the awkward new kid.
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| Monday, May 21st, 2007
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4:38 pm
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| Wednesday, May 2nd, 2007
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3:23 pm
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We have a new crazy house guest. Creeps me out more than any in the past. He..yeah. Oh well. I got a beat up road bike from Sam's on Monday. Spent all yesterday morning putting new tires on it and giving it a sweet paint job (black w/ pink polka dots). Fiddled with the gears. And I'm mobile again!!!! I also grabbed new tires for the cruiser. Just have to take the time to put them on. Or maybe not. I'd only do it for Katie and Rob (crazy!) is wanting to take it. Get this, he jus got kicked out of the mental housing he was in. His parents won't let him live with them. He gave Drew $100 for 2 weeks and without consulting anyone else gave him the okay. Saying if we want him out we have to ask him ourselves. And the kid adores me (or wants to rape me in my sleep at least) so I'm the one stuck with him everyday. AHHH!!!!
Fucking hell you know???
Boston the weekend. Bike trip fell through. I have the week off. And only $500 left of my student loan and $1000 in the bank. Life is pretty good.
And Erik Peterson is playing at Sam's on May 19..and we're getting cocked afterward. And it's going to be my goodbye party!!
current mood:  happy
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| Wednesday, April 25th, 2007
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4:25 pm
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A bully popped my bike tires at the soup kitchen today. Bummer. REal fucking bummer.
Lorrianne! Come up this weekend! Find someone to ride with!
Bike trip next week. Week after that..Biojustice in Boston. I haven't been to Boston yet, this should be fun.
Smashed my face on concrete Sunday. Drew got in a fight outside of the venue. WORLD/INFERNO!!! Totally tried to flirt with the guitar player, then Megan runs up behind me to tell me we have to go because Drew punched a guy in the face. Dammit Megan Mold! I mean, I could be wrong because I was drunk..but I think I was so..something. I forgot how scrambled I am when I drink. It's been a while. I lose everything, yet somehow everything comes back to me. Somehow.
Psyched about the next few months! They're gunna kick ass!
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| Wednesday, April 11th, 2007
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9:42 pm
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Life as of right now is crazy and confusing. Wally spit on my cieling drunkenly. He's a dick. New friend..Dave. He's a sweetheart train hopping scumbag. Couple if Wisconsin kids staying at the house. They rock! AND!
I just got word that Mr Caps is currently in New York!
I think I'm gunna catch a Chinatown down tonight....
current mood:  giddy
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| Wednesday, April 4th, 2007
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9:10 pm - Our heros are dead
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My co-worker and the man I adore the most has a 2nd job as the Easter Bunny. It's pretty ironic because he's not quite of a fan of children. Actually, he despises them. But, reguardless he spends every morning with them.
So today he tells me that a little boy came and sat on his lap ready to get his picture taken. The boy leans over to him and whispers "That's not my dad." How innocent, ya know? A little boy with a load of shit which a lot of us have gone through (and learned to supress) confided in him. And how right does it seem that a child would unload his troubles on a giant bunny.
And yeah, the boy probably went home feeling a little better to unload. But in reality, Aaron could'nt care less. Not his fault, Aaron should'nt have to care. But it's sad to think that simple childhood "heros" are really just creepy men who don't give a shit.
So I told him I wish I was the Easter Bunny. I wish I could be a childs hero. I do. I wish a child would come confide in me and I could them and hug them and make them feel just a little better.
And Aaron tells me I could never be the Easter Bunny. He put it like this, say I'm dressed up and I look over and see a father or "father" beating his child. What am I suppose to do? It's none of my business what happens in anothers home.
And that's what breaks my heart. Our heros are actually void of compassion. In a child from a broken homes fantasy, some hero such as the Easter Bunny or Santa or Batman would jump in and take them away from that. Protect them. BE a hero. But in reality, it's none of our business.
I wanna be a hero.
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| Monday, April 2nd, 2007
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12:57 pm
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So we have an iBook at the house now and stolen wireless. Kick ass! This past weekend rocked so hardcore. Thursday - Saturday off. Let's see...Thursday night was game night at Sam's (first I stayed at here), Friday morning court. I'm all "settled". I have to watch my ass for the next year. If I get arrested, I'll be sent to jail directly for 3 months. Spent the day riding a moped with Sydney. I'm glad we're friends again. Bonfire at Wally's. Saw Mr Mike Bushy drunk for the first time in months. He just got back from Guatemala a week ago. Holy Shit! Guatemala.. Breakfast with the Bushys, Wally, and Wally's son Collin (he's adorable), then a walk down by the tracks. And a serious bike ride. Helped me realize how out of shape I am and how I need to get my ass on that 1 speed from now until May when we take that super sweet trip. It's gunna rock! Providence RI to Boston in 5 days!! That is if I stop being a pussy and start biking up those hills. Finish the weekend off with a drunken party at these cool kids who live under the Bridge. Lots of beer and wine. And table throwing. And loud music.
Miss you guys reguardless...
current mood:  pleased
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| Tuesday, March 27th, 2007
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8:55 pm
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Hey guys, I'm still here existing. It's fucking beautiful out and it makes me constantly challange my decision to go on and bust my ass at Starbucks. I've come to learn today that my managers get insurance. Baristas don't get insurance.
Did you know corporate stores have insurance. They are also unionized. But what's the point of unionizing if it's all corrupt anyways. Perfect proof that unions are no longer working for the union. NorthWest Airlines mechanics went on strike in 2005. Still haven't settled and won't and now workers must accept a $20 vs $35 pay. It's because unions are not united.
Nobody's united anymore. What does striking do when you're risking feeding yourself and your families. And that's sad. To be fucked in the ass by corporate slobs because they "really need that pay cut."
And when you look at the bigger picture, it's just a way to keep the poor poor and the rich on top.
Born poor. Raised poor. Work for a shit wage. Raise poor children and die with hardly anything. It's a vicious cycle, and as far I am concerned this is a class war.
I declare war on you you selfish greedy bastard who doesn't care about such problems as global warming and how blowing mountain tops and destroying forests is killing the world around us. I declare war on you you fucking ignorant yuppy who was born into luxury and doesn't even concern his/herself about those busting their ass for the dollar bill. I declare war on anyone who believes stealing from Stop n Shop or any other corporate monster is'nt worth it. And I especially declare war on anyone who knows there is a serious problem here and still stays neutral.
There is need for a big change.
current mood:  infuriated
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| Thursday, February 15th, 2007
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4:28 pm
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Well I must say the livejournal format looks extra dumb today. I can't stand Valentines day. And I can't stand that it's all pink and red. And I can't stand that the girls section in Target is pink while the boys is blue. And that those Brats toys actually exist. As if that's what a girl should look like. With a pink background. And a shitload of makeup. And an hour glass shape. I'm tired of capitalism telling me what I should like and eat and look like and who to want and what to say. And I'll be the first to admit I play into it. This stupid H&M sweater (doesn't even matter if it's stolen). The words I use, the gender I choose. The cute little tummy I come so obsessed with keeping tight. Fuck this and fuck me. And fuck Target and Brats and girls who like pink because the man tells them to.
In other words: I'm tired of being a slave.
current mood: aggravated
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| Friday, February 2nd, 2007
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9:07 pm
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Sam's show on Saturday was great. I'm really glad I went, even though I missed out on visiting Marty. Things are alright at the house. Our house guest is really pissing me off though. I dont' mind people staying over, I just can't stand it when they are drunken beligerant slobs every day. And they know that it pisses me off when they get that drunk. And yet continue to get that drunk and growl at 3 in the morning and play the same metal song over and over and make fun of one of the roommates. And never cleans up after himself and leaves empties and ashes all over the house. I don't mind cleaning others shit. I actually kind of enjoy it. That's how I chill out. But when I clean the house and it's spotless and then go to work and have a shitty day and come home at 2 in the morning and the house is a disaster and furniture is smashed and foods left out and empties are all over and guests are harassing people who live there and keeping people who go to school in the morning up and leave their ashes all over....it kinda gets annoying.
Now I'm not one to raise my voice often. I don't see a point in fighting with drunks. But I'm really getting sick of it.
But other than that I have $600 in the bank, my rents paid, I owe no one anything and I have a bed to sleep in at night and food to eat.
Speaking of which, I'm hungry.
And also, please don't be afraid to call me. I get so busy I honestly forget to call my friends (sorry Lorrianne). I don't mean and I'd love to chat.
current mood:  hungry
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| Saturday, December 23rd, 2006
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3:24 pm
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Celibacy - Abstinence from sexual intercourse.
I'm not losing it, it's already been lost. I'm not freaking out, it's too late to do that. I'm not proving a point, I'm fixing what's been broken.
I was looking through pictures last night...
I'm going to make things right.
current mood:  thoughtful
current music: Paul Barribeau / Brown Brown Brown
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| Friday, December 8th, 2006
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2:41 pm
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Man, I almost broke down just now. I got a ticket outside the soup kitchen yesterday and I went to contest it and she started being a bitch and saying there's no way I would get it revoked. It was only $15...but you have no idea how broke I am. I got my check today for $200. And I won't spend a penny of it. I can't. The money's going straight to a friend who helped me out a couple months back. I feel lousy it's taken me this long to repay her.
So I mumble something about being homeless and she asked if I was staying in the area. I told her I was staying in my car and that's my home. I told her I was down at the soup kitchen getting food, and that's the only real meal I get a day. Add that to the fact that I'm 19 and trying to work even though they don't give me many hours...she voided it. Thankfully.
Cash my check, open a bank account, shower at Theresa's??, find my friends (where did they go?).
current mood:  busy
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| Wednesday, December 6th, 2006
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2:38 pm
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He broke me. It was all him. His fault. He did it.
He went for my hand first.
And he wanted me to come over.
And again.
I'm trying to piece myself back together, but it's just not easy.
And it's all his fucking fault.
And on a lighter note, I work tonight which means..I'll be warm tonight.
I can't wa
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| Tuesday, December 5th, 2006
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5:48 pm
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Fuck! So my only real connection to Michigan via internet has been terminated. Myspace is blocked. Those jerks!
I'd hate to sound like a loser but last night I missed my mommy hardcore. It was nice, though, to miss my mommy. Hasn't happened in a good while. Went to New York Friday night a had chicken and beer with Eliya. Him and Daniel are good guys.I heart art fags! Eliya says that I'm a closet art fag. I wish it were true. I'm just a poser. Brian ditched me. I really do wonder why I even bother with him. Haven't seen Mike in a couple weeks which makes me a sad panda. He's too cute to be missed. And...Eddy (soup kitchen guy) just bought me a sub, I mean grinder. Whuteva!
Considering the situation I'm in, I'm in a great mood. I just miss my mommy, that's all....
current mood:  content
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| Wednesday, November 29th, 2006
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1:47 pm
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Ok, I feel better today. Work was pretty fun last night. Theresa came in and we totally get along which rocks. She offered up her shower when she heard the newest installment on my adventure. Woo!!! Now I just need to find a place to wash my clothes...and maybe a couple more showers. I am kinda stinky and I don't want to be lame showing up over her place 5 times a week when she has a kid. Man, 5 showres a week?? I haven't done that since Michigan. Oh the things you don't realize you take advantage of until you're staring your backseat in the face. I'm cool with it though. Totally optomistic. I mean, I go to the soupkitchen every lunch and talk to real homeless people.
Speaking of which. I befriended a really awesome one, but he has a thing for and I don't have a thing for him back. what do I do??? Because ignoring it is not working.
current mood:  cheerful
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| Tuesday, November 28th, 2006
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1:11 pm
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I miss Michigan today. I miss my friends. I was given notice a couple days ago I won't have a nice cot to sleep on anymore. I called Matt a douche bag. But oh well. I have a car. And he was being a douche bag.
Things will get better. I have work today. I miss you guys.
current mood:  lonely
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