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*Soy Erin Harris y apruebo este mensaje!*
'Sup? I'm Erin!
I'm incurably spacey and really obsessed with Japan. And really short, which means that I can't reach things on the shelf at stores, and have to buy special short-inseam pants, but I totally represent when it comes to hide and seek. I'd rather burn out than fade away. I'm a big sucker for flattery! I'm bored if I'm not doing a lot of things at once. Ay, oh, Let's Go! I actually like hitting the gym. Not quite at Arnold levels ("Pumping iron to me is as satisfying as cumming when I have sex with a woman!"), but enough to keep me paying the fees every month. This is very lucky, because I love eating, too. I'm in straight up, unadulterated LOVE with everything food-related. Except for the usual suspects: cold pasta salad, mushrooms, and freshwater fish... None of which belong on the favorites list of any sane person. I'm comically inept at anything involving espionage/sneaking/stealth. People fascinate me. I love them. I'm real social and super-talkative. I'm truly terrible at math, and immediately like other people who are, too (Fuck you, Pythagoras. Fuck you.) Imma tree-hugging, Birkenstock-wearing, granola munchin', intensely-spiritual-but-not-religious, drug-takin', free-lovin' hippie. However, I still shave. And ride places in cars. And actually don't take as much affront as I should when people say un-PC things. I love spontaniety (sp??)I really believe in Karma. I've been getting more into the reflection/meditation/different worldview circuit lately. I get all pensive and withdrawn, but it's probably good for me. I love spicy food. It makes me cry. Oh, man, how I sorely, sorely wish I had been alive to experience the '60s and the '70s. The Summer of Love and Woodstock both seem incredible. I'm a DDR fiend. Even though you can just say nuh-uh to me beating anything over standard level, it's my favorite way to use up quarters (Kay- second. Quarters is number one): "Lalalalalalove shieeeeeneyeyeyeyeYEAH!" Actually, Guitar Hero, too. What is it with me and automated music? I like people who are proud of their heritage. (Ireland represent! Mmmmhmm! I feel so lucky. I got the ancestors who are famous for their drinking, being as stubborn as mules with their blood on fire- when they ain't at Sunday mass-, being amazing rebels, and painting themselves blue, eating toadstools, and going totally apeshit) I'm a grammar stickler. Don't even think of doing the whole Oxford comma/inappropriate apostrophe/ending sentences with prepositions thing. I'll go medieval on your ass :] I play the clarinet. I'm not very good at it (kay, verging on awful), but there's always this certain joy in doing things badly, with reckless, halfassed abandon, so there we go.I think that Vivaldi's Double Concerto may be my favorite thing to play. It sounds like you should be hobnobbing in some gilded, Versailles-style, mucky-muck sitting room, eating really fancy canapés and playing chess with humans. “Knight! Get yo black ass over to E7!â€. Fancy coffee is amazing. It's gonna be my financial ruin, I just know it. I really don't like it when people insist on planning everything out. "OK, so, the night will go as follows...." are soo not words I like to hear.I kind of think there's something to the Law of Attraction. I'm really observant and remember things without trying. I can be a bitch to argue with, because I will bring up these conversations from years past that no one except me remembers. I've had something like 5 jobs. I've been, uhh, pretty terrible at all of them, always stapling my hands and yelling, "FUCKING COPY MACHINE!!!" into the phone. I have no idea what I actually want to do with my life, job-wise. I don't know what geneticists go, but their jobs sound important and cool. I like the idea of journalism, too. Psychology? Chef-ism? Serial Killing? Bartending? Exotic Dancing? Madame-to-the-Stars? Drug Runner? Dreadlocked ACLU lawyer? Crazy Save-the-Trees wacko activist? Cockfighter? OB/GYN? Shamaness? It's depressing to think that I only have a few odd years to choose. I can be, by turns, really self-deprecating and cocky as hell. I like watching football,( The Colts, they's my team! Mmhmm! That's right, Lovie Smith! You can shove it!) Having said that, though, I don't always know what's going on. I'm like, "40 yard line? What in the sam hell is that? Fuck! Who's number 4 again?" I mean, I can appreciate a good televized sporting event. Just don't ask me what's what. I'm a diehard optimist. I love animals. I have a portly she-pug, a demented Scottish Fold (that is nice for the 10 minutes before I feed it and then wanders around moaning like a Vietnam War vet the rest of the time), and a groovy affectionate mut-cat (Lily- like Tomlin, Yentl- like the movie, and Pickle- like the snack food) They're cuties. I don't rack up points in the self-control department. Whoops. I like philosophy. And drinking games (especially the fact that anything can be turned into a drinking game. Trivial Pursuit? Cranium Cadoo? Monopoly? C-SPAN? I'm in!) . I'm a total music obsessor -but who doesn't say that?- and get down to everything from Chopin to E40... I love to cook. I think I already said that, actually. Whatevz. Truth be told, I end up burning stuff incredibly often, because I get distracted way easily. "Ooh! What is that interesting thing over there?" But when I'm not being ADD and harness my energy and focus on one thing, I can make one mean meal. Above all, I don't like mean, douchey, ignorant people. So, ya know, not surprisingly, I don't like George Bush. (Side note: I love Bushisms. Because, c'mon, IS our children learning? Or are we just misunderestimatin' them? I think it's time to call President Poutine!) I'm such a hardcore liberal. I think Ann Coulter is a HORSEFACE TRANNY SLUNT and I want to share a plate of nachos with Hilary Clinton. Barack Obama has got me totally ensnared in his cult (Tho I won't be able to vote 'til 0hTwelve). Global warming scares the hell out of me. I'm a member of PETA but can't stop eating crabcakes and coq au vin. I really would be a vegetarian if I had the willpower, but I just can't say no to a big fatty baseball cut steak. End of story DD: I heart reading: books, magazines, you name it. I don't think I'm ever not reading a book. At any one time, I might've just come from robbing a Barnes and Noble (sidenote: Or a Sephora. Or a Staples. I carry around SO MUCH unnecessary shit with me). I'm addicted to Perez Hilton and his cohorts. Yeah, I think that lampooning people that viciously with so much negativity is not good. But I start to feel withdrawal symptoms if I'm not checkin' the Headline of the Weak. Tabloids= literary crack (and are just about as sophisticated). I'm in love with being outside. Almost everything's (;D) better al fresco. I'll take a picnic over indoor noshing any day of the week, and I like to go hiking and backpacking and skiing (alpine, but I'm dying to try XC) and river-floating... Most people are surprised when they find that out. Guess I seem like I'm kind of an indoor girl. Anyway, I love how the stillness of nature reaches out and *grabs* you and silently demands your attention. Hell, I live in Montana. It's underpopulated and mountainous and tree-dense and gorgeous. The non-outdoorsy people I know who live here are kind of miserable. I blush a lot, often for no apparent reason. This has lead to some really awkward, Three’s Company-esque situations where people assume that I'm lying/want their bod/etc. I love parties. I can't wait until I get a passable fakie, 'cause I love bars too. I think that the intricacies of language are fascinating: there's something about the varagies of how we speak that just does it for me. I can kinda do the German-speakin' thing. Not, like, fluently, but well enough to make myself understood and even not get myself dumbass-obnoxious-North-American-scum snickers- sometimes. (Case in point: one time, in Munich, I accidentially announced to a whole restaurant full of people that I can't get it up. I meant to say that it's chilly ouside. Whoops!) Spanish is a lot more sporadic. I'm not quite a Latinophone: Mostly, I know insults and how to ask for beer, hot sex, and my bud seed-free. Also, Daddy Yankee song (Dame mas gasolina!!) has been on repeat in my head since it came out. I'm taking Spanish this year, though, so check back in a month or two and my linguistic prowess MAY just knock your socks off (or maybe all I'll know is "Hola, putas!") My friends are some amazin' people- I lovelovelove them, too. They're responsible for molding me into the person I am, and I'm in awe of what incredible, fantasmo, gorgeous, fabbadabbadoo, chicka-wow, de puta madre, bitchin', pimpster, brazilliant, and CHRON-DON people they all are.
I'm super-social, and I wanna get to know YOU!ps- If you read this all the way through, you get the fattest, maddest props. I KNOW it's too long and way disorganized and tus ojos están probable-mente SMOKING from the effort that it took to read this mad long bitch. Hmm. I think I overdid it. So, what's new?"Yet still in her darkness doth Erin lie sleeping,
Still doth the pure light its dawning delay"
- Thomas Moore, 'Song of Fionnuala' (I like songs with my name in them. Egotistical? Apallingly so. But true? Hellz to the yizzah)
