Lately time hasn’t been fitting into the neatly squared calendar I have set above the mini fridge, things don’t fall into linear patterns anymore.
Time is now hypercondensed such that everything is happening at once, but it’s going to keep happening like this for the next few weeks.

They’re all manageable projects, on their own of course, but together seem to have a more menacing quality.
I actually can’t even open my planner again tonight.

It’s time to give up and close the books until tomorrow.
Because honestly, it’s not like anything’s going to help in the next 7 hours to ease my stress besides for sleep.

• erin: that's why they call me the testicle
• erin: because i'm smooth as balls

To my Followers:

Thank you all for following me!

I may not be the most interesting blog on the internet but I’m on the way.
My eventual goal is to be something people take time out of their day to look at, specifically typing my URL into their browsers, as opposed to another name to reblog from on their dash.
Point is, I’d like this blog to mean something. To others, and to me.

So I’ll write some texts, some will be funny, some will not - and they’re all gonna be under the “Thoughts” bookmark.

And I listen to some fantastic music, go look it up sometime - some of it’s tagged under faut.tumblr.com/tagged/music

I take some photos, getting more into art lately, so I’ll post my own things under “My Photos.” 

Read up more about me, “Myself.”

Try not to judge me for looks, I don’t like photos of myself and won’t post them often.

And talk to me, ask me about my posts, about my reblogs, about me, I’m really friendly for someone who can be a total asshole.

-> If you don’t know why I’m following you because you post things from Supernatural, Doctor Who, etc., chances are you’re looking for my fandom blog, click “Fandom” to the side.

Thank you for clicking that little button in the top right corner, either long ago or more recently, whether I know you or not, I appreciate it.
That little +1 is one more reason to stay on the internet and ramble about my shit.

Very cool, good talk.
Erin 

*attractive girl walks in* *cue dinah and erin obsessive stare*

*attractive girl walks out* *cue dinah and erin smashing heads into table*

Before you tell me what is ugly,

You try and tell me what is beauty.

I entered a photo contest for fun,
and it’s not even much of that it’s just a Facebook photo contest my bank is doing
so it’s really more of a popularity contest
( kind of stupid )
BUT I’m not doing half bad,
that’s probably because I shamelessly self-promoted so my friends would help me out
BUT I’m not doing half bad,

so that’s exciting. 

• Me: I'm just gonna do some laundry.
• Mom: No give it to me I'll run it with the rest of our stuff!
• *four hours later*
• Me: Are my jeans out of the wash?
• Mom: No they need to be run in the dryer still.
• Me: ....
• Mom: Oh and while your down there, throw in the whites?
• Me: MOTHER OF-

My uncle’s neighbor who consistently passes out at block parties gave me drinking and mixing advice, ending in him handing me a root beer-whiskey. Which I promptly drained in the bathroom sink. Also ate about a hundred cocktail weenies. And have maintained my mild drunkenness for what is going on 4 hours. And the party still isn’t over.

Poetry Portfolio Rantings

• Editing this poem is not happening… It sounds so good the way it is! Exactly as I intended it to! …Except it sounds like the speaker’s getting fucked.
  BUT. Flawless!
• How am I going to be able to afford printing all this shit out.
• I’m not gonna go to class I’m gonna keep working on this.
• Oh look Netflix.
• How am I possibly going to organize this pile of absolute shit?
• Fuck I spilled tea on my paper.
• Fuck that sounds really hipster.
• Should edit that paper. …or just pretend it’s fine as is…
• Where are the rest of my papers? Did I throw them out? Did I eat them in my sleep? All possible. 
• Look at that photoset I’m gonna reblog that photo set.
• What portfolio?
• Oh, that incomplete monster of a portfolio.

The smallest bug across the floor
A piece of paper that reads ‘no more’
Then a faint knock at the door

Sliding round on stocking feet
Run to the CC for a treat
Before we know it’s time to eat

The notebook sits and gathers dust
And the gears of my brain start to rust
But for one small voice saying ‘I must’

-> this isn’t how i procrastinate my homework nope not at all