I need to leave for school soon, but I don't feel like putting any clothes on. I have to, though, because I know that walking around in public in the nude would be frowned upon. Also, it's raining, so I'd be super cold. At least I'm not a guy. Shrinkage, anyone?

I have to film my how-to video today, and the only person I can get to be in it is Josh. This is kind of frustrating, not only do I have to film inside at school, I have to think of something that one person could be doing. If Dave had agreed to be in it, I would have done how to do a kidnapping. It would have shown how to cut up a magazine and write a ransom note, how to chloroform someone, and then how to shove them in your car and drive away. It was brilliant. But no. I have one hour to think of a new idea. I guess I could always go back to electrocution, but it still really really weirds me out.

Gotta get dressed now. Noooooo!

Just when you thought you'd had enough pictures, Erin gives you more!

Josh made a virtual tour of our new home, so if anyone is curious about where I live, there's pictures. Just click on the red arrows, and you're good to go!

Look! I finally got my own name tag! I no longer have to be Signe, a Finnish girl who became a substitute teacher! My favourite movie is no longer "Pay It Forward" (a movie I have never seen, and have no desire to see)! Before, I had customers ask: "Signe, that's an interesting name. Where's it from?" or they would call me Sign (the name is pronounced Sig-nee). Now, I have people come up to me and say: "My name is Erin too!" or "My daughter (or co-worker, or lesbian lover) is named Erin!" Seriously. I had one woman tell me that Erin was her girlfriend's name.

And since I had the camera plugged in to show off that wonderful moment, I'll put up more pics.



Shoes! Because I can waste my paycheque any way I want to! To justify this purchase, I get 10% off because I work in the mall, and I need shoes (all I have right now are my work shoes and my blue suede runners). Also, Payless carries both 7 1/2 wide and 8 wide! I was ecstatic when I found this out. I was also going to get a pair that were on sale for $11, but the 7 1/2 were too narrow, and 8 was too long. Both pairs are mary-jane style, because that's the only decent style wide enough for me. Nobody makes wide stilletoes. Not that I could ever walk in stilletoes without breaking my ankles, but that's not the point. I wish that I could wear pretty shoes. I guess I could always ask a transvestite where he gets his. I'm not sure I'd have the balls to do that, though. Besides, if I did have balls, I'd probably be a crossdresser anyway, and would know where to buy things like that. So frustrating!


On a completely non-shoe related topic, this is a stuffed elephant that Josh bought for me recently. His name is Mr. Peanuts, and he occupies my computer chair when I am not in it. He also makes a wonderful pillow for when I am watching TV.

I just re-read this, and when I read the part about people calling me Sign, I got "The Sign" by Ace of Base stuck in my head. And the dirty version that Rachel's younger sister once taught me when I was in fifth grade. Lovely.

I have a how-to video to film on Wednesday. Since lots of other people are leaning toward the morbid (how to commit suicide, how to get hit by a bus, how to commit the perfect murder), so I thought I'd do how to elecrocute yourself with a toaster. Just as the person was getting zapped, I would have cut to a test pattern. But. Some guy from work electrocuted himself (not on the job), and his heart beat is all messed up now, so I don't find electrocution quite so funny anymore.

I can't believe that I missed my half-birthday on the fourth. Now I have another excuse to buy myself something pretty. It's not everyday you turn eighteen and a half.

I have to work today, so it's really too bad that it's nice and sunny now, but will be dark by the time my shift is over. I might just have to spend my break outside today, instead of trawling the mall for a Christmas present for Josh. I swear, that boy is so hard to shop for.

I'm feeling much better now. I was even able to be at work and smile. It was really funny, people kept saying how nice it was to be greeted with a smile (does nobody else extend this courtesy?). I took some of those anti-inflammatories the doctor gave me for my ankle, and it was just the thing to rid me of the cramps I had. But. These pills made me feel really drowsy, but just below the waist. It was like my legs were waking up from a slumber, and moving in slow motion, but my upper body was all speedy.

I get my paycheque within the next few hours! This means rent and groceries and pretty things for Erin (and Christmas presents for Josh)! I'm so glad to have money this season, because a lot of my favourite things are available only in December: Cranberry Body Shop products, Starbucks Peppermint Mocha Frappucino, After Eight chocolates, fresh gingerbread cookies from the bakery, red jewelery, pajama pants printed with snowflakes and Christmas trees. I could go on, but I don't have much time. I still have to finish that storyboard (that I want to rip to pieces) and help Josh study for an art history test (which he probably wants to rip to pieces). G'night.

I forgot to mention that I am going to be getting a new laptop. CD burner and DVD player, yeah baby. This makes me a very happy Erin. And it makes Josh happy too, because he loves new computers. Anyone have any suggestions for DVDs I should rent?

Now I must put on my uniform, and go hence to work. Hence, I say! Blargh.

PS: Only about 8 more frames to go! I can do those after work...(*crosses fingers*)

I'm not feeling well right now, and I have to go to work tonight. Even the thought of food makes me feel sick to my stomach, so the idea of serving greasy popcorn, sticky pop, raunchy nachos, and drippy frozen yogurt is making my stomach turn in disgust. Right now I'm waiting for my work uniform to finish up in the wash, because I spilled melted butter on it last night during closing. I don't want to have to pump butter onto popcorn tonight, it's totally repulsive. When the butter splashes me, it's almost as though I can feel the fat and calories penetrating my skin. And butter is hell to get off of your skin in the shower.

I'm still in my pajamas because I can't be bothered to get dressed, and all I'm doing before work today is finishing a storyboard that is due tomorrow. Somehow I have to draw 20 more frames before I go to work. Now, drawing is not exactly my forte, and my storyboard looks somewhat like an amateur stickdeath.com. The plot basically is, too. But never mind that. What really matters in this situation is that I only have about two hours before I need to leave for work, and unless I want to be up all night, I have to magically produce 20 more frames. I had three weeks to do this assignment, but I kept putting off finishing it until today, and today I'm too tired. I've said this many, many times before, but procrastination is like masturbation: in the end you're only screwing yourself. Unfortunately, I don't even have enough energy to properly procrastinate any more. Procrastination involves a conscious effort to shirk work, and I don't even have that right now. All I have is a burning desire to lay in bed and eat Stoned Wheat Thins (all I can stomach right now is crackers).

I want Josh to come home so that I won't be lonely any more today. It's too bad that by the time he's done at school, I'll already be at work. There's nobody to call at the moment, and nowhere to go (well, nowhere I can go wearing just pajamas. I don't feel like putting shoes on). Besides, it's too cloudy and grey to even contemplate going outside to cheer myself up. "Under the weather" is a very apt description for how I'm feeling this afternoon. It's almost as though the bad weather is pressing down on me and making me feel slow and sluggish.