tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70889291046388494942024-03-13T00:32:30.457-07:00The Windswept Yellow Stickies of My MindErinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978311355998311542noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088929104638849494.post-69187347338626861012012-04-15T18:55:00.001-07:002012-04-15T18:56:34.039-07:00My New Mottos:<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Things are really getting crazy here in Omaha. Tests, quizzes, tests, patient interviews, and more tests. Fun though that may sound, I just keep telling myself I only have 3 more weeks. I'll be out of here by May 11th and back to Idaho. Now that finals are upon me, I have little time to do anything but study.</div>
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And while I study, I remember that I just need to be as gung ho as can be, otherwise I will end up like this meme:</div>
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So I've made a few flashcards. My arm is shown only for scale. Jealous yet? It's a good thing the material is interesting, otherwise I'd quit altogether.</div>
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Happy April! See you in May!</div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978311355998311542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088929104638849494.post-66712516991374077172012-01-17T14:12:00.000-08:002012-01-17T14:12:02.830-08:00People who are highly attractive:Aren't family pictures a joy? Actually, this time around, it was fairly uneventful. The tears only came AFTER the pictures had been taken, which might just be a first for the Avondets.<br />
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<br />Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978311355998311542noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088929104638849494.post-21907932925964128232011-11-07T10:09:00.000-08:002011-11-07T10:11:36.191-08:00My Giant Soap Box<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I have a soap box. It’s big. And I like to get up on it and announce to the world what I think and that I’m right. I have never been afraid to express my opinions openly, as I’m sure most people know. In fact, I’m kind of crazy in how set in my ways I am. And I’m not afraid to admit it. I have been trying to be more open as I’ve gone through college and medical school. I always try to be respectful of people’s opinions, no matter how ridiculous or strange I think they are. Everyone is entitled to an opinion. Who am I to say what someone else should think?</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As a liberal in a family of conservatives, I have had to learn to defend my political leanings. As a Mormon, I’ve had to defend my faith countless times. I don’t care if someone ridicules me for my faith or my liberal ways because it’s not something I can change in someone else. If someone wants to have a civil conversation with me about my political or religious beliefs, I’m happy to do so. Even if, at the end, we have to agree to disagree. However, there is one place I draw the line. (It’s soap box time!)</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As a woman entering the medical field to become a doctor, I shouldn’t have to defend anything I do. My life choices are just that: MINE. My passion for medicine and helping people -- a.k.a. my career choice -- should not be subject to derision by those who think they know better than I do.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So, pardon me for choosing something that will make me happy. Pardon me for attending a university that I like and that I respect for their dedication to students and patients. And heaven forbid that one day I marry, have children, AND plan to work too! I won’t apologize for being who I am. The last thing I want to be is untrue to 1.) myself & 2.) to what I want to become. There are days when I wish I could be content to do something else. Maybe I could be happy somewhere else. Maybe I’d be able to go to my friends’ weddings instead of having to study all weekend. Maybe I’d be able to see my family and friends regularly. And you know what, I would probably be just fine.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Here’s the catch. If I were anywhere but where I am right now, I can confidently say that I wouldn’t feel as fulfilled as I do <i>right now</i>. I’m living my DREAM! You know, the one I’ve had for years. I want to yell at certain people and say, “How <b><i>dare</i></b> you try to take this away from me?” And when my friends and family support me so much, I can’t stand it when people try to convince me that what I'm doing is "so wrong for me."</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I truly admire people who can do the things I can’t, both in their career choices and their family lives. But right now, I’ve chosen to advance my career because I’m not going to sit around and wait for something or someone to happen to me. I’m going to move forward and become someone worth loving or worth even being with. And if that liberal hipster Mormon boy ever comes along to sweep me off my feet, then maybe I’ll be ready and I’ll be the person I should be. But, again, I’m not going to just sit around and wait for him to get here before I become who I want to be. He can join me for the ride if he really wants me.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So that’s my soap box. I’m off now. And I’m going to go study and pass my classes. So I can be this jerk’s doctor one day. And save his life. Perhaps then he’ll realize what he said was foolish and conceited. And that I meant it when I said, “I’m going to be a doctor. And I’ll be a good one.”</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Apologize? For being me? Clearly, you don’t know who I am. So stick that in your pipe and smoke it.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Yes. I am in medical school. It's crazy, busy, hard, rewarding, fun, exciting, and all of those other adjectives. So rather than bore you with medical school stuff, I will post about the stuff I LURVE that keeps me sane. When you're testing every week, practically living on campus, and studying all the time, you need a bit of an outlet.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Because I am ME and I like to have a lot of alone time (I'm kind of a hermit and love my room more than any other place on earth), I discovered some things that allow me to de-stress. And without further ado (and there was a lot of ado-ing), here are my happy things.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1. Looking at puppies I want to adopt from the Nebraska Humane Society. I am currently obsessed a black lab named Emma. She's perfect. And there are some puppies I just need to go snuggle all day too</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">2. Tumblr. Oh man. People on Tumblr are cool. It is full of nerdy happiness which makes me chuckle and even pulls at my little heartstrings sometimes. In fact, I'm going to recommend my favorite Tumble-blog right now. Try it. You won't regret it: </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST (prepare for my fan-girling. You know what that means: lots of squealing and swooning)</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">3. Downton Abbey. BE. STILL. MY. BEATING. HEART. I love this show. British television is PERFECTION. If you haven't heard of it, I encourage you to watch it right this one one. If you are skeptical, I'll give you a rundown. Downton Abbey is about a titled family in England. Lord Grantham and his wife have three daughters and have no direct heir to the title. It starts on the day t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">he Titanic sinks (spanning several years, the second season takes place during WWI) and the current heir, a distant cousin, is on board. He dies and the house is thrown into an uproar (AN UPROAR, I say!) because some new guy is going to come in and take the title. His name is Matthew Crawley. And I love him.</span></div>
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I JUST NEED THEM TO LOVE EACH OTHER. I have never wanted to smash two people's faces together so badly in my life. JUST GET IT TOGETHER, KIDS. And if they don't, I will cry into my white lace gloves just like Mary does in every other episode.</div>
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Bon Iver- Beth/Rest: 80's power ballad. Two versions.<br />
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Bon Iver- Perth: YES. Just do it. This was the best concert ever.
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Coldplay- Paradise<br />
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Jonsi- Grow Til Tall<br />
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Fleet Foxes- Bedouin Dress<br />
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The Fray- Be The One<br />
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Chief- In the Valley<br />
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Ra Ra Riot- The Orchard<br />
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Fanfarlo- I'm a Pilot<br />
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Aushua- Hiding Place<br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wg8bt1o5FZo%20ENJOY!"> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wg8bt1o5FZo ENJOY!</a>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978311355998311542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088929104638849494.post-298487091017850112011-10-08T11:33:00.000-07:002011-10-08T11:41:29.586-07:00A Love Letter That Stings: Erin's Relationship With the Cougars<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE1xjaeXeyAEG9QWQ3xcSGJ33f51U88owNOUzi2AFqkMqbKHvI-OOIs21Sx9nYCQ3NMyCrZv3tbYe7bykia_0GkKZ5anTfK76XIq2pX5xs9El4rbpHbPkrYdcdvJJul41Or4AqfdvsY10/s1600/IMG_3404.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE1xjaeXeyAEG9QWQ3xcSGJ33f51U88owNOUzi2AFqkMqbKHvI-OOIs21Sx9nYCQ3NMyCrZv3tbYe7bykia_0GkKZ5anTfK76XIq2pX5xs9El4rbpHbPkrYdcdvJJul41Or4AqfdvsY10/s320/IMG_3404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661192062355821778" /></a><br /><br />Cougar Football,<br /><br />Missing you. I don't like the long distance relationship we have right now. It doesn't sit well with me. But because my love for you is so deep and long lasting, I'm willing to stick it out. We work well together when we both work hard and make this relationship happen. And I feel like I've put a lot of work into this relationship. And you have, too. I know it's been hard this year especially with me out of the picture. You have struggled mightily at times to make me happy and even made some major slip-ups. But I think we can work through this. Let's keep on trekking and I know we can make it. So Cougar Football, I hope that when we have our weekly conversation tonight that it isn't one-sided for me. Because heaven knows I've had enough of those already this season. And I am sorry for my unkind and sometimes even harsh words, but they felt necessary at the time (even now...I still can't talk about that time you...had a run-in with that trashy Utah team and let them take advantage of you). So I'm going to work hard here in Omaha as long as you promise to work hard in Provo. It will pay off one day. And on that day, I will come to visit you in Pasadena, New Orleans, Glendale, or Miami-- really, wherever you may end up when you make it big. I'll be there. Don't you ever doubt it.<br /><br />Much love,<br />Erin, The Ever Faithful Fan<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidQePq_d0kCkKOaaHNP9HPm5dNgxVrQ6qwg17zaWBbSI_jl0DkMhwYMN2Cg82lyhNbzkWIr2e1E3C7R3ujvKRe0OT5SOFRNcdQzojihdW6SPvD_Q7PvER1C4y2sdmD5gYBBv4sCfLlQ-A/s1600/Photo+on+2011-09-10+at+17.46.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidQePq_d0kCkKOaaHNP9HPm5dNgxVrQ6qwg17zaWBbSI_jl0DkMhwYMN2Cg82lyhNbzkWIr2e1E3C7R3ujvKRe0OT5SOFRNcdQzojihdW6SPvD_Q7PvER1C4y2sdmD5gYBBv4sCfLlQ-A/s320/Photo+on+2011-09-10+at+17.46.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661192068252288930" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi86sHLTtbsgS-ou5hy_WLsO8_u5WmDPynMLYFW5fydHwGu7rUSWA9U0SCjApscVZwpRwVaj8bewAD-_CVHND91fR97ir184UoUdHYN9I7a-RKxQaeeJ0JobJk-Iiuh3dHCVKYQ6td93A8/s1600/IMG_3422-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi86sHLTtbsgS-ou5hy_WLsO8_u5WmDPynMLYFW5fydHwGu7rUSWA9U0SCjApscVZwpRwVaj8bewAD-_CVHND91fR97ir184UoUdHYN9I7a-RKxQaeeJ0JobJk-Iiuh3dHCVKYQ6td93A8/s320/IMG_3422-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661192066921783218" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwKxZHGl4jDQPXOgxQ-qSvrIFVBibYNV9zRfBHeOadhm1RkiARJJoT-e3d1suc8eo6HooGMvQSH8hgbGbSHrMuNVhwY7MRr8fxIpl3J0Z83nZ5HDG-fxnIHiSkHW9Be0LHVaZtXB5fOck/s1600/n17829813_36074856_3745.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwKxZHGl4jDQPXOgxQ-qSvrIFVBibYNV9zRfBHeOadhm1RkiARJJoT-e3d1suc8eo6HooGMvQSH8hgbGbSHrMuNVhwY7MRr8fxIpl3J0Z83nZ5HDG-fxnIHiSkHW9Be0LHVaZtXB5fOck/s320/n17829813_36074856_3745.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661192068628691362" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />It's been a while. Sorry, I've been crazy busy. And cheating on blogspot with tumblr. It you want to check out my tumblr, feel free. It's mostly just me posting pictures and things I think are funny every few days. Basically stuff I like from movies and television...yep, I'm soooper cool! <br /><br />http://ernbrella.tumblr.comErinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978311355998311542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088929104638849494.post-31299889259386312722011-08-15T10:53:00.000-07:002011-08-15T11:08:31.361-07:00Nebraska: The Good Life (At least that's what the sign says)I used to live here:
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<br />And here (I kind of really miss this here right now. Boo on BYU for not having a medical school):
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<br />But now I live HERE:
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<br />And I like Omaha quite a bit. Still struggling with the four general cardinal directions. No mountains and it's noon? I'm totally lost. I don't even know which way is up. I have begun medical school though, and it's still so surreal to me. My white coat is hanging on my desk chair, I have scrubs for Anatomy Lab, I picked up my various packets (more like a tome for Anatomy), and every room I walk into has the words "School of Medicine" on the door. I feel like a total poser, but I'm excited to get started. It's going to be a long road.
<br />Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978311355998311542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088929104638849494.post-90889310839885554252011-07-13T20:52:00.000-07:002011-07-13T21:06:49.784-07:00Harry's my bestie. Ain't nothing you guys can do about it.We return again to my most favorite of blog topics. Harry Potter. The final film will be released in just over 26 hours as I begin this blog. I've been with Harry since the beginning, and now I will be with him through to the end. <br /><br />But, as JK Rowling said at the UK premiere, "Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home." And I will force my children to read Harry so that the Harry Potter legacy will always live on. I do take comfort in the fact that I won't have to force them after the first book, because they will be MY children and they will want to read more than anything.<br /><br />I dedicate this blog to all the Harry fans out there. And to all the people who can appreciate the goodness of tumblr pictures that are both hilarious and sentimental. I pulled these pictures from multiple tumblr accounts and thus cannot credit them accurately. However, none (except the last one) of them were made/taken by me. Thus, I do not plagiarize. Or at least I try not to.<br /><br />In other words, IT'S A PICTURE BLOG!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLjQhSZyIyMtdejno5y1ZjaPQ6c8IuzRaXBgWAUdQAm2PIFzqSLU1cJ6geOwPL-wvc44EbxtdkcHYvD4kGPaG5w2I1wVIv0uQkZcHb2pf3d5rjqqCGOjUUMbwmpqFDglV6poDqUBPj87g/s1600/tumblr_lbw8f7xkBp1qehzrio1_400.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLjQhSZyIyMtdejno5y1ZjaPQ6c8IuzRaXBgWAUdQAm2PIFzqSLU1cJ6geOwPL-wvc44EbxtdkcHYvD4kGPaG5w2I1wVIv0uQkZcHb2pf3d5rjqqCGOjUUMbwmpqFDglV6poDqUBPj87g/s320/tumblr_lbw8f7xkBp1qehzrio1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629053537494839586" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNRR4fy1dlkPbXMg8kOBGSZ-Bkxt9va13Yofy2xPY_rs66iVJahUnSueS0e8R2OX-LytaktSHFN9rvxWO6jaakkK9aIq1ecVhBPC6vnUqjpSVkovpUbCtXN2uJ1JM0QjXwaMj5-3Jn5Wk/s1600/tumblr_lm9gkkcaAK1qec4x0o1_500.png"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBLcCa2-VdiPTCEiVawVjGfA5fDWVC-PEhtlmP03C9YQB9jAkj7s_fdcIOZ-4ozmqipKKLp-ZvEWTiuTxXfp8pgRU0Kl40s6MypavS8_hl3I57-n5qsV0yPXGK5NupP42fgBGx9bSnIjA/s320/tumblr_ldg2iszj7M1qcaonqo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629053199590008802" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1FaqumeqQfa5AK_qFpfYb9lPIyqqy42kq939wORlln6EKcZHKEiAPGyWto1VNXUtMVBCK6FvY7vuAgrhTv6zAulQ1GLWKf3o6KeGMQMd8J1S19RrmSvNAL76cMM_IuVDktGClEaJ7Qiw/s1600/tumblr_lcrhjgUVZc1qcrirxo1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1FaqumeqQfa5AK_qFpfYb9lPIyqqy42kq939wORlln6EKcZHKEiAPGyWto1VNXUtMVBCK6FvY7vuAgrhTv6zAulQ1GLWKf3o6KeGMQMd8J1S19RrmSvNAL76cMM_IuVDktGClEaJ7Qiw/s320/tumblr_lcrhjgUVZc1qcrirxo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629053192242593682" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOHcT0Ti-gYXMCA2pzzAk2BKWHCb4WFwLXMYyA4DHd1pxxaoJetoQTUuSKYxO4QvDRd-sLxgew-D6qC-pJRRKBBuWX1ec_RVZ131PST5CzGcs6DOtJwzgEt0gMCQ6Gg6UTwQe5yonQG_I/s1600/tumblr_lcp7ktezKn1qbbj0vo1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOHcT0Ti-gYXMCA2pzzAk2BKWHCb4WFwLXMYyA4DHd1pxxaoJetoQTUuSKYxO4QvDRd-sLxgew-D6qC-pJRRKBBuWX1ec_RVZ131PST5CzGcs6DOtJwzgEt0gMCQ6Gg6UTwQe5yonQG_I/s320/tumblr_lcp7ktezKn1qbbj0vo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629053186116472818" /></a><br />Why yes, Ronald Weasley. I DO love you.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkWRC5Lvl_tlB8WF4kyWqp7xhsV6w2R2NeHsa9MPFbExVebkS9JdsKsld06T7nlidfbxPCBuwWJtWvN5PEzrdeZzRyvcP17brpzuDprgS7SF6S6hQejI-uiqws6PFxMxI-Jyy0L3Fa25Q/s1600/71227_gal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkWRC5Lvl_tlB8WF4kyWqp7xhsV6w2R2NeHsa9MPFbExVebkS9JdsKsld06T7nlidfbxPCBuwWJtWvN5PEzrdeZzRyvcP17brpzuDprgS7SF6S6hQejI-uiqws6PFxMxI-Jyy0L3Fa25Q/s320/71227_gal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629053174545351602" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtcJ3XIrjTNV4ld2fm-qW7RddMQZ9w-vf19AnxgpNdz1QfABeeH35pukbORUmHcQUAjaOTfNWeq8RsnE41gyLOn9AM3S2Q2ccipdj76dIt0yhpXl8U_NGfUmKgFyJyDPY4p3XPIn-2XOA/s1600/n17831813_35518554_4752.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtcJ3XIrjTNV4ld2fm-qW7RddMQZ9w-vf19AnxgpNdz1QfABeeH35pukbORUmHcQUAjaOTfNWeq8RsnE41gyLOn9AM3S2Q2ccipdj76dIt0yhpXl8U_NGfUmKgFyJyDPY4p3XPIn-2XOA/s320/n17831813_35518554_4752.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629053171494726226" /></a>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978311355998311542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088929104638849494.post-82485076720452632232011-06-06T08:52:00.000-07:002011-06-06T09:58:29.988-07:00Anatomy Notes by an Anatomy Nerd<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj49jwao31XkbmLpIy9bKxvj3dQ68RlU94U6gX67qEEFKJIlY5t5CkPEDSiIo1DjM0Dtdqs6VMFrryKCRNrdTsUZiv18TzL5KkqF_jSS3G7Kej9NBAKfbT2B2fewSHNwjSF97kt__pnWP8/s1600/exposicion-bodie-2.jpg.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj49jwao31XkbmLpIy9bKxvj3dQ68RlU94U6gX67qEEFKJIlY5t5CkPEDSiIo1DjM0Dtdqs6VMFrryKCRNrdTsUZiv18TzL5KkqF_jSS3G7Kej9NBAKfbT2B2fewSHNwjSF97kt__pnWP8/s320/exposicion-bodie-2.jpg.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615147734389856434" /></a><br />As many people know, I am a human anatomy nerd. As in, I took the class in high school, then in college, and then I took dissection and I became a TA so I could teach others about my passion. It's an odd thing to be passionate about and you don't even have to think about it for it to be odd. But I want to dedicate this blog post to WHY I loved my anatomy class and why anatomy essentially changed my entire view of what the human body is and how absolutely magnificent (cheesy word, but true) it is.<br /><br />I was a little lost soul before I took anatomy. I wasn't sure what in the sam-hill I wanted to do with my life. Did I want to teach history, make movies, or did I want to go to medical school? It was all up in the air and I was so confused. I liked too many things and was indecisive. So, I signed up for what felt like a million different classes to help me decide. I took film, history, and anatomy in the same semester. And though many of the classes I had taken were biology based, anatomy was the first that really allowed me to study the human body in detail. Of course, I found that I wanted to spend all day in lecture, listening to information about how alveoli fill and collapse during breathing or how myosin heads attach to actin filaments during muscle contraction. There were days in lab when I would hold half of a human head in my left hand and a heart in my right, an experience few people ever have.<br /><br />So here's the part where I gush about how amazing our bodies are. The human body is arguably the most complex thing known to man. We have a limited understanding of how it functions and, if I'm going to be honest, I don't think we will ever understand it. But think about it: though we don't understand a lot of it, what we DO understand is absolutely amazing. The fact that we can breathe, eat and digest, move, speak, and most of all THINK, is absolutely miraculous. Just to breathe, we contract muscles, the pressure changes in our chest cavity, cells use energy, and blood flows to the right places. And that's not even the half of it. On top of that, the molecular mechanisms we use just to breathe are so small and fast, no one even thinks twice about it.<br /><br />And then I think about the fact that we can do everything at once. We can walk, eat, and even talk at the same time. We breathe and our hearts beat without us even thinking about it. We can even train our bodies to swim, or play soccer, or throw a football 50, 60, 70 yards (distance is one thing, but accuracy...I digress). I guess, to say the least, our bodies are pretty fantastic.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDezWg3-_f0Sxn-wyPkmBV97kPiBigx2zDhxnacUtgVxsdAgO5eUDQPtW6oADLQwUqTjlfYmQ4FOqWlT7Eo2iya9MVR9Lsk_fKkxorQOSSISWFH0cbtL4WcCGMxTVGgTRMTU7q-pbCPQo/s1600/swimmer11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDezWg3-_f0Sxn-wyPkmBV97kPiBigx2zDhxnacUtgVxsdAgO5eUDQPtW6oADLQwUqTjlfYmQ4FOqWlT7Eo2iya9MVR9Lsk_fKkxorQOSSISWFH0cbtL4WcCGMxTVGgTRMTU7q-pbCPQo/s320/swimmer11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615148349839793346" /></a><br /><br />I don't usually post things like this, but this talk by an LDS church leader, Elder Russel M. Nelson, who was once a prominent cardiothoracic surgeon, is amazing. I particularly enjoy the first section entitled The Remarkable Human Body. Elder Nelson is pretty straightforward about the miracle that is the human body and is much more articulate than I am. If you want to, read and enjoy.<br /><br /><a href="http://jesuschrist.lds.org/SonOfGod/eng/faith-in-jesus-christ/articles/faith-in-jesus-christ">http://jesuschrist.lds.org/SonOfGod/eng/faith-in-jesus-christ/articles/faith-in-jesus-christ</a>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978311355998311542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088929104638849494.post-55327326620118855922011-05-08T14:29:00.000-07:002011-05-08T14:54:55.050-07:00"No need to shout!"When I watch movies and TV shows by myself, I tend to say or yell things to the characters and the TV show or movie in general. And, for the most part, each show or movie has different phrases that go along with it. So, it’s pretty much what you would guess: a word or phrase I yell at least once an episode for a television show or several times throughout a movie. Let me provide you with some examples.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Chuck</span>- (Chuck makes me swoon-y and giddy. Thus the things I yell are directed at just Chuck or at Chuck and Sarah together.)<br /><br />“Eeeee! I love you, Chuck!”<br /><br />“Stop it. Chuck is not (insert spy activity here.)” <br /><br />“MAKE BABIES!!!” (Actually, this is not specific to Chuck. But I yell it more during Chuck than any other show.)<br /><br />“They’re so cute and perfect.”<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Friday Night Lights</span>-<br /><br />“Throw the ball, son!”<br /><br />“You tell him, Tami. Tell him how it is.”<br /><br />“Flip your sweaty hair, Tim Riggins.” OR “Cut your hair, you nasty kid.”<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Alias</span>:<br /><br />“Hot Face!”<br /><br />“Yep. Now Jack is going to shoot you in the face.”<br /><br />“J-brams, why do you do this to me?”<br /><br />“He’s so goofy!”<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Star Wars</span><br /><br />“Shut your face, Anakin.”<br /><br />“But don’t mess with Darth Vader. He’ll getcha!”<br /><br />“Angry, grumpy, moody Anakin. Why does Padme love him?”<br /><br /><br />And the list of films and TV shows goes on. I just never realized that I yell these things. Then one day, my sister opened my bedroom door, stared at me, and asked me why I was yelling. I paused and said, “Uh, I don’t really know.” Now, I’m super conscious about it. I’m working on stopping the whole talking-to-fictional-characters thing, since what I say doesn’t make one bit of difference.<br />†Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978311355998311542noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088929104638849494.post-19199646345791360062011-05-01T22:43:00.000-07:002011-05-01T23:00:59.502-07:00That one time I made a PowerPoint to prove a point and it didn't even matter:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfq8O2jHcQMOma_0Pzv6xcbMz2K8rxj5bhCJro38JFyB0UBXayukKERx9gtpbV9gxjtE4BHc_suBcaNwvqHjr8L4ZG6XOJ0uuVgwHGgLzaTOAkZI1Uj6VBavAVMUHx59JZeZCy_MJYc7Y/s1600/0696t.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 121px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfq8O2jHcQMOma_0Pzv6xcbMz2K8rxj5bhCJro38JFyB0UBXayukKERx9gtpbV9gxjtE4BHc_suBcaNwvqHjr8L4ZG6XOJ0uuVgwHGgLzaTOAkZI1Uj6VBavAVMUHx59JZeZCy_MJYc7Y/s320/0696t.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601993706843480946" /></a><br />(Heh! Look how cheap I am? I had to save the proof from my email!)<br /><br /> Just over a week ago, I drove to Provo to participate in a ritual that is as old as academia itself: GRADUATION. I donned that polyester blue cap and gown with my yellow Bachelor of Science tassel and sat for 2 and ½ hours in the Marriot Center (soon to be renamed The Jimmer) waiting for the 6 seconds of glory during which I would walk across the stage and have my photo taken by my parents sitting out in nowhere land. <br /> To be perfectly honest, my parents practically had to force me to walk. I technically graduated in December and since BYU does not hold a graduation ceremony for December graduates, I thought I was home free and didn't have to walk. They'd mailed me a diploma and EVERYTHING! <br /><br /> Boy, was I wrong. And I still don’t know why I did it. I guess to make my parents feel validated or something. I practically threw a temper tantrum about having to do it at one point because I’m whiney, mopey and 5 years old. And then I tried another tactic and got creative: I made a PowerPoint about how I shouldn’t have to do it. <br /> Give me a break – I was still in school mode when I made it and, obviously, it wasn’t even a good presentation because I still had to put that 4 cornered hat on. It made my ears stick out. Awkward.<br /><br /> (The program I used to upload this PowerPoint sort of squished the words together...sorry, I hope you can separate them)<br /> <br /><div style="width:425px" id="__ss_6690943"> <strong style="display:block;margin:12px 0 4px"><a href="http://www.slideshare.net/emavondet/graduation-6690943" title="Graduation">Graduation</a></strong> <iframe src="http://www.slideshare.net/slideshow/embed_code/6690943" width="425" height="355" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no"></iframe> <div style="padding:5px 0 12px"> View more <a href="http://www.slideshare.net/">presentations</a> from <a href="http://www.slideshare.net/emavondet">emavondet</a> </div> </div><br /><br /> But I was very grateful for one thing: I was glad to know that I had received a good education and that I was moving on. That chapter of my life is over (thank HEAVENS for that) and now I’m ready to move on to a new place with new things to do and more school to undertake. It’s coming up super fast but I am ready…maybe? I guess I don’t have much of a choice about being ready though, do I? <br /><br /> Good thing I’ve got until August to get there.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978311355998311542noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088929104638849494.post-18435601465106153222011-03-06T15:44:00.001-08:002011-03-06T15:46:13.025-08:00Ah, cereal guy. I love you.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5AoRjQhxOLYnR0rvyStso3RrJBy1STpaxdiliuIryLm5FTa8yUET0-8fs0RxxAPSYo5oA0QpRmRK-_ZTCY4eY0q86xBCaDIarBVWP6BFYn8XO51Pv_2a1P8UOXL_nQ36jQCN12j07pQ/s1600/tumblr_lg6fryUE8H1qfhx8po1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5AoRjQhxOLYnR0rvyStso3RrJBy1STpaxdiliuIryLm5FTa8yUET0-8fs0RxxAPSYo5oA0QpRmRK-_ZTCY4eY0q86xBCaDIarBVWP6BFYn8XO51Pv_2a1P8UOXL_nQ36jQCN12j07pQ/s320/tumblr_lg6fryUE8H1qfhx8po1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581117338834322130" /></a>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978311355998311542noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088929104638849494.post-15355325512313185172011-02-28T11:46:00.000-08:002011-02-28T12:03:05.339-08:00Why yes, I do live at home! (The playlist which has a song with a bad word)Another playlist of music I have found over the last few months while I've been living at home. Warning: ONE SONG DOES HAVE THE F-BOMB IN IT. Skip it please if you just can't want it!<br /><br />Young Blood by The Naked & Famous<br /><br />Go Do by Jonsi<br /><br />The Cave by Mumford & Sons<br /><br />Keep Yourself Warm by Frightened Rabbit <span style="font-weight:bold;">(THE SONG WITH THE F-WORD! Avoid if you must!)</span><br /><br />Feeling Good by Nina Simone<br /><br />Marry You as sung by the Glee Cast<br /><br />Run by Vampire Weekend<br /><br />Just Say Yes by Snow Patrol<br /><br />Lovers in Japan (Acoustic) by Coldplay<br /><br />Give a LIttle Love by Noah and the Whale<br /><br />Howlin' for You by The Black Keys<br /><br />When I Go by Slow Club<br /><br />Saeglopur by Sigur RosErinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978311355998311542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088929104638849494.post-91287302336877215752011-02-01T19:12:00.000-08:002011-02-01T20:44:11.249-08:00Waiting for a Year...or WhateverI am remiss in my blog duties. I apologize to the three people who might actually follow my blog. I will try to be better about writing on a more regular basis.<br /><br />As many people know, I have spent the last 8 months applying and interviewing for medical school. It's expensive, takes up tons of time, and--most important of all--it makes you CRAZY. I cannot count the hours I spent worrying and stressing myself out over interviews, personal statements, extra curricular activities, and countless other pre-med things. Just ask my roommates. <br /><br />There are up days and down days. Days when you think, "Yeah! I can get in for sure." and days when you despair and, in my case, call your mom and cry for an hour. <br /><br />Even though there were times when it felt like I was just jumping through application hoops, it really isn't like that. It's necessary and you want your schools to know EVERYTHING about you. But at some point in the process, you kind of want to throw up your hands and yell "Okay! I've done everything. My applications have been in for months. Just accept me or reject me PLEASE. I won't be mad if you are honest and let me know how it is. This way I can plan my life: do I have to move to Texas/Virginia/Nebraska or wherever school is OR do I have to reapply? " When a school gets back to you quickly with a rejection, it might sting, but it is nice to know that your plans can continue.<br /><br />During my senior year (and more), I worked in a lab with several pre-med students. We commiserated together about the MCAT and lengthy secondary applications. All of the boys (yes, all of them were male) in my lab are qualified, dedicated individuals. Every single one has spent years working toward med school, not exactly an easy feat. Most of them are just as (if not INFINITELY more) qualified to go to medical school as I am. And yet, a few of them haven't even received an interview invite. I am, to say the least, baffled by this. One of the guys I know from my MCAT class (A.K.A. The boy who ACED the MCAT. Seriously, he kicked some serious MCAT booty) is ever waiting to hear back from schools. <br /><br />It really is absolutely awful and, at times, unfair. Getting to know these people and understanding their triumphs and knowing they deserve everything they want and THEN seeing their hopes dashed...it's not fun. But it is the way it is. There are, unfortunately only so many seats to fill, and it can really bite. <br /><br />All of the guys in my lab and the people in my MCAT class will be great doctors. And I'm excited for them to hear back and go to the schools they want to attend. I hope they all succeed. Because I know who I want to call when I'm sick.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978311355998311542noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088929104638849494.post-79174100505051765042010-09-07T12:27:00.000-07:002010-09-07T12:33:25.012-07:00Life as a Idaho born BSU haterDisclaimer: Many people who read this know about the content of this blog already, due to my outspoken nature. And I am sorry that you must be exposed to it once more. But, I just need the world to know why I feel the way I feel. My blog is now a grounds for punishment by my fellow Idahoans. Let the pain begin.<br /><br /><br />I’m an Idahoan, born and raised. I love Idaho with every fiber of my being, what with the potatoes and great outdoors. (And no, I did not grow up on a farm. I’ve never even been to a potato farm, thank you very much.) But if there is one thing I hate, it has to be universities based in Idaho. All of them. No matter the location, school mascot, or student population, I hate it. <br /><br />And for some strange reason, I have a great deep and passionate loathing for Boise State. When they won the Fiesta Bowl against Oklahoma, I was very disappointed. I wanted Adrian Peterson to throttle them. To break them and make Ian Johnson cry like a little girl. I wanted Oklahoma to take it to them in every way possible. Even now when people try to convince me that game was the greatest college football game ever played, I always manage to come up with ten games that were better. Did ANYONE watch the national championship of 2002? Overtime with Ohio State and Miami? Seriously? Or, what I consider to be the greatest game of all time: The Rose Bowl, 2005. Vince Young and the Longhorns playing Reggie Bush, Matt Leinart and the USC Trojans. That game was full of back and forths, ups and downs, and some of the most amazing football I have ever seen courtesy of Vince Young. Everything he did that night was perfect magic. <br /><br />Now, please don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying the Fiesta Bowl of 2007 was not a good game. It was, in fact, an incredible game. Hook and ladder, statue of liberty, first real BCS buster (Yeah, Utah. You DON’T count)…but I still do not see it as the greatest game of all time. I’m guessing I feel this way because just thinking about Boise State makes me want to gag. I hate them enough to root for the University of Utah when the two teams play. And as a true blue, dyed in the wool BYU Cougar, that’s saying something. And the nice thing about the two of them playing is that one will lose!<br /><br />I will, however, say three things that are positive about them. First, I will NEVER deny that they are a good team, as much as I may want to. They are solid defensively, offensively, and on special teams and I always have a hard time finding weaknesses. But just because they are good doesn’t mean I have to like them, just like the Yankees. Also, I think that Chris Petersen is a class act. He is well spoken and intelligent. He’s not like Lane Kiffin, the utter moron who runs USC at the moment. He coaches his boys with dedication and teaches them sportsmanship. Also, I think the fact that a so-called “mid major team” is doing so well is good news for anyone who is in a Non-AQ conference. It shows that the BCS is absolutely ridiculous and should be done away with. But now that BYU will not be in a Non-AQ conference after the season is over, I’m not that mad about it. <br /><br />But those good things don’t change the fact that Boise State is everything that I hate in college football. Any foe they face, I end up pulling for the other team. Don’t ask me why or how I came to hate them. I honestly have no idea. I think back on my Boise State exposure and realize I have no legitimate reason to hate them. They have never done me any wrong. But the point is that I honestly can’t stand them. <br /><br />There is only one kind of Bronco I will ever cheer for and he stands on the sideline of the BYU Cougars. I guess there’s only room for one kind of Bronco in my heart.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978311355998311542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088929104638849494.post-33135979104514798602010-09-03T11:19:00.000-07:002010-09-03T11:46:58.539-07:00It's HARRY FREAKIN' POTTER!So, last night my roommates and I watched Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. Two of my roommates had not seen it yet (missionaries...) so I ordered it on Netflix and we had a Harry Potter Pow-Wow in the basement of our little townhouse. And as we watched, one roommate had many questions about what was going on. And I, being the dork that I am, tried to provide as many answers as I could about it. And that's when I started getting all nerdy and excited about Harry Potter. I have discovered that I really could talk about it all day if I had someone to talk to about it.<br /><br />This is where I need validation. Someone PLEASE tell me I am not the only Harry Potter nerd in this world! <br /><br />Please keep in mind that you don't have to be a crazy nerd like I am. What it a crazy nerd? Let me explain:<br /><br />When Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince (the book) was released, I read it in a day. And then, my older brother, two older sisters, and I had a meeting in my room about Harry Potter and what we thought the 7th book would be like. For HOURS, we sat in my room and talked about Horcruxes and what we thought they were, how Harry, Ron, and Hermione would go about finding said horcruxes, and if Harry would die in the next book or not (still wish he had).<br /><br />The day that Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows came out in 2007, my family was up in the mountains for a family reunion. But, the fact that we were about an hour away from civilization didn't stop all of us from driving to Ogden, Utah to get our books at midnight from a local book vendor. There were 7 of us in the car and all 7 of us had a copy of our own on reserve. Fast forward two hours and visualize all 7 of us reading in various corners of the condo we were staying in. I finished at about 10 a.m. that morning. Ten hours of stress, jumping jacks, Dr. Pepper, and bliss. Problem: no one else was finished. To this day, I still have no idea how I kept the explosion of excitement inside. I had to wait until my sister Kate called me after I had taken my extra long nap to discuss it.<br /><br />And then, last night I watched Harry Potter with the roomies. And I often forget how much I adore Harry, Ron, and Hermione (but mostly Ron because he's the best! I love me a ginger) but I was reminded of my love while talking with my roommates last night. But I'm not ashamed at all that I love Harry Potter because I grew up with it. Harry was 11 when I was 11 and I could completely put myself in his shoes as I read. I really wish there were something as fantastic to read now. Sure, there are popular teen and children's series out there (some better than others...i.e Hunger Games, which, if I may say, is a great series) but none of them can really stack up. None of them make me nerd out the way Harry does.<br /><br />Plus, the trailer for the 7th and 8th movie is EPIC and amazing. How could you NOT get excited about Harry Freakin' Potter?!<br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_EC2tmFVNNE?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_EC2tmFVNNE?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MahTKZDHXaA?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MahTKZDHXaA?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978311355998311542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088929104638849494.post-44589946459103322792010-08-08T18:59:00.000-07:002010-08-08T19:25:14.157-07:00Wishin' and Hopin'So, med school applications are in and now I wait. And while I wait, I make playlist after playlist to listen to while I do NOTHING. Now that I am done teaching anatomy for the summer (and have been unemployed ALL summer), I will go home and live in Idaho for a time while my mother feeds me and I continue to do nothing with other people. So, here is ONE of the many playlists I made. If you like it, good. If not...well, we won't go there.<br /><br />Brainy by the National- You know how I feel about the National. He is fabulous.<br /><br />Howl by Florence + The Machine- A band I discovered in January, but it took me a while to like them. To be honest, the lead singer is very strange and they sing about the weirdest things (if this song doesn't prove it, listen to more of their music). But, the more I listened to them, the more I loved them. And no, I did NOT start listening just because they were on the new Twilight movie's soundtrack. I listen to them because their music is kind of awesome.<br /><br />Kids by MGMT- NOTE: do not watch the music video for this. Most disturbing thing ever. But the song is pretty much awesome.<br /><br />Love Lost by Temper Trap-YES. DO watch the music video for this. It's pretty much EPIC. And I have developed a love for this band I never thought I would have. But, they are truly awesome.<br /><br />Fury by Muse-The obligatory Muse song. This is from Absolution, quite possibly Muse's best album (but then again, has Muse ever had an album that doesn't ROCK?). I became obsessed with listening to this song in the car as I drive. People totally see me rocking out and judge me, but I don't care. This song makes me wish I were more hardcore.<br /><br />In My Veins by Andrew Belle- Heard this song on Grey's Anatomy. And I fell in love. Of course it's probably the most depressing song ever written, but I still love it. Good choice, Grey's. Good choice.<br /><br />Heavy In Your Arms by Florence + The Machine- Some of you will say that I should eat my words from above about Florence and Twilight. But this song is made of sweet awesome. I am obsessed. I will give props to the soundtrack people and say that they know how to pick bands that make me grateful to be alive. But at the same time it makes me bitter that little teen girls say they love bands they have never heard of. I'm actually legit.<br /><br />The Call by Regina Spektor- I like Regina Spektor enough to listen to her occasionally, but not on a regular basis. However! I really love this song. Every time it comes up on my iPod, I always listen to it. <br /><br />No One Does It Like You by Department of Eagles- I just grin whenever I hear this song. So happy. One of my current favorites.<br /><br />The Wrestle by Frightened Rabbit- I have a love affair with the lead singers voice. That is one beautiful accent.<br /><br />Trouble by Ray Lamontagne- Suzanne you made me love this man. I owe you forever. The end.<br /><br />True Love Waits by Radiohead- Thom Yorke could not be more awesome than he is. Radiohead is still one of the best bands. Maybe ever.<br /><br />Chicago by Sufjan Stevens- SUFJAN! I heart him. And I heart this song. His style is so distinct and fascinating to me. I want him to do albums for each state. I wonder what his CD for Idaho would be about? I assume he would sing about potatoes.<br /><br />With You In My Head by UNKLE-Such a cool song. Listen and love.<br /><br />Hazelton by Justin Vernon- Oh...Bon Iver/Justin Vernon. I could listen to him sing all day. Sometimes I do. Perfection.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978311355998311542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088929104638849494.post-43628959689049544192010-05-21T21:23:00.001-07:002010-05-21T21:27:44.894-07:00The EndLOST is ending this weekend. Despite my ups and downs with this show (I was obsessed, then I didn't watch for a season and a half and now I am re-watching after getting caught up one Sunday afternoon...yep, one day to catch up) I am back on the train and I am very depressed about the show ending. But, a friend of mine sent me this video and it cheered me right up.<br /><br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iggE4ImYwyc&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iggE4ImYwyc&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978311355998311542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088929104638849494.post-90922699945978178182010-04-26T12:08:00.000-07:002010-04-26T12:15:08.470-07:00Spring Playlist-ing ItThat's right. I made another playlist to post. Mostly because I'm bored and I don't have anything else to do. Well, I do have something I should be doing, but I'm to the point that I don't care anymore. I just want to stick it to the man. Anyway! Playlist:<br /><br />Sleep, Don't Weep by Damien Rice<br /><br />Kettering by The Antlers<br /><br />Re: Stacks by Bon Iver<br /><br />To Me You Are a Work of Art by Morrissey<br /><br />Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want by The Smiths<br /><br />Blackout by Muse<br /><br />Son by The National<br /><br />The Great Salt Lake by Band of Horses<br /><br />A White Demon Love Song by The Killers<br /><br />Black Mirror by Arcade Fire<br /><br />Campus by Vampire Weekend<br /><br />Oliver James by The Fleet Foxes<br /><br />Contortionists by The Republic TigersErinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978311355998311542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088929104638849494.post-13845625389065114232010-02-23T19:10:00.000-08:002010-02-23T21:13:49.322-08:00Erin Avondet: Television Producer and WriterFollowing a series of extremely disappointing events on all of my favorite television shows and a long conversation over dinner with a friend about these events, I have decided to become a television producer and writer. In my dinner conversation, my friend and I rewrote a few TV shows to fit our liking. All of our rewrites made us downright giddy. We almost did a happy dance in the middle of the restaurant. This abrupt and desperately needed career change stems from one thing and one thing only: the inability of television-powers-that-be to make their characters happy.<br /><br />I mean THINK about it. Have you ever watched a TV show where the character is actually happy? Legitimately happy. NO. Okay, well actually, with the exception of Jim and Pam on The Office, there are ZERO totally happy characters gracing the television. Something always has to go wrong. ALWAYS. And where is the justice in that? And how realistic is it? Not at all. They only get to be happy when the television network finally decides to cancel a show.<br /><br />Example: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigrVzVeqMgpxQuKzegE3ALARoZo48cvFLvUF-OqwATgMuSJhVIC9vONTIySlnmY1o3veGuU3ULH3Q0rlW1ty5LblrCOxA5zW74tWTBphFV-pcsk2IrahI5U51JppKQLYJSvxNhiHmEWng/s1600-h/chuck-and-sarah-at-the-buy-more_558x837.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigrVzVeqMgpxQuKzegE3ALARoZo48cvFLvUF-OqwATgMuSJhVIC9vONTIySlnmY1o3veGuU3ULH3Q0rlW1ty5LblrCOxA5zW74tWTBphFV-pcsk2IrahI5U51JppKQLYJSvxNhiHmEWng/s320/chuck-and-sarah-at-the-buy-more_558x837.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441648364682716034" /></a><br />I'm going to take this example from Chuck because it's the one that has me mad. For those who do not watch this wonderful slice of heaven, Chuck, the adorable nerd, is in love with Sarah, the hot spy, who secretly loves him back. These two have clearly been set up from the beginning of the show to be together. Everyone knows it and it's no longer "will they, won't they?", it's "they will...but when?" Scenarios like this are beyond frustrating. Especially when they've confessed their feelings, had a steamy make-out session, and one half of the couple has asked the other to run away with her to live a life of baby making and bliss. How can writers logically and rightfully continue to keep them apart? <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuHqUNlL_kRQ74g7BiZD0bm5Leee6qlf22lGfkIefYpZyqqxWD8T-IpxrYdPI2ZDWs5WZ6Te09KOSeAf5t0Sg5DYQq0OsudLxiP5xn7YdZaRADy6ezEP_ZAXwh72jFXoIcuDnYyqbWFzI/s1600-h/Ross-and-Rachel-ross-and-rachel-516723_1920_1384.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuHqUNlL_kRQ74g7BiZD0bm5Leee6qlf22lGfkIefYpZyqqxWD8T-IpxrYdPI2ZDWs5WZ6Te09KOSeAf5t0Sg5DYQq0OsudLxiP5xn7YdZaRADy6ezEP_ZAXwh72jFXoIcuDnYyqbWFzI/s320/Ross-and-Rachel-ross-and-rachel-516723_1920_1384.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441648680819465682" /></a>I know that everyone says once you put the two lovers together, the show loses its spark and the only way to get it back is to break them up, a.k.a. The Ross/Rachel Conundrum. I disagree. A show should not be based on the romance. One should be able to get two characters together and keep the show interesting by using the relationship. Jim and Pam have done it, and people are still watching The Office. Granted, it's not as good as it used to be, but that's not because Jim and Pam are boring. It's because the writers are running out of material. <br /><br />On another note, making characters happy doesn't necessarily have to do with romance. It's about the character's interests and their desires. On Alias, Sydney Bristow is never happy until the end. Again, they use these tragedies and road blocks to set up plot points, but COME ON! Give them a little happiness every once in a while rather than giving them a taste and then totally ripping it out from underneath them. That's just cruel. Not to the characters. No, no. They're not real. It's the viewers I'm concerned about. I utterly despise feeling sad for fake people. And I hate feeling betrayed. And I really hate it when the writers are just dragging something out needlessly. It's one thing when it's believable (which makes it bearable) and completely another when the show just feels like it's being altered to keep the suspense.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN0CQXUx5L3kQLmiMmjqrX2TCHwk_1CPJadbM1Nqhy-fBLWSLwiJ4FDQ6yqleOhtyC1urcMd5KHMVgWvUqrCGTO8NNwVlUJmam9TT3a07dFbwqMaXDI4saJ6i1Wp3QYsQlL6FF0fBSEEY/s1600-h/alias.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN0CQXUx5L3kQLmiMmjqrX2TCHwk_1CPJadbM1Nqhy-fBLWSLwiJ4FDQ6yqleOhtyC1urcMd5KHMVgWvUqrCGTO8NNwVlUJmam9TT3a07dFbwqMaXDI4saJ6i1Wp3QYsQlL6FF0fBSEEY/s320/alias.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441648861020229442" /></a><br /><br />Thus, I will become a writer. I will have a TV show of happy people who end up with the people they love after the appropriate amount of time, without the extra love interests that keep them apart for no reason and without the excess pains that most writers insert into the lives of their characters. My new show will make people across America (and possibly Canada) happy. And because I will be a television producer as well, I will never have my show cancelled. One happy TV show. That's all I ask.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978311355998311542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088929104638849494.post-89646488837125902892010-02-20T19:48:00.000-08:002010-02-20T20:38:13.725-08:00How to survive the MCAT with MUSICAs of the first week of January, I have been diligently trying to study for the MCAT. It's pretty intense and most days I just want to 1.) cry, 2.) shoot myself, or 3.) burn something down. Thus, to deal with my anger and stage 8 depression, I listen to music. This may not be a wise decision considering the fact that my music is kind of depressing. My sister once told me that she just wanted to slit her wrists when she listened to my music. I'm still offended. <br /><br />Closer by Kings of Leon- Yeah. This song is sexy. That's all there is too it. I have recently fallen in love with Kings of Leon despite his strange voice. But it's too good to pass up. I'm obsessed with this song. If you want another Kings of Leon song listen to Sex On Fire or Be Somebody. Those are my other favorites and they convinced me to love this band.<br /><br />Blood Bank by Bon Iver- Bon Iver is straight up beautiful. I've said it one hundred times and I'll say it again: it's the chill, folksy way he sings. Everything about this song is great.<br /><br />Get Up Get Out by The Rosebuds-I kind of stumbled across this band while music surfing. I'm still not sure how I feel about it...but I'm putting this song on probation. And it has a secret hilarious meaning. "Get up, get out" is an inside joke with some of my good friends. It has been yelled many times in my apartment.<br /><br />Backwards Walk by Frightened Rabbit- ACCENT. Listen to this Scottish man sing. I think that's why I'm obsessed. Lurve it.<br /><br />World Spin Madly On by The Weepies- I might be obsessed with this song too. Not shocking. I'm obsessed with lots of songs. This song has never gotten old in the few years I've known about it. I could listen to it forever. Chill guitar, great song.<br /><br />Casimir Pulaski Day by Sufjan Stevens- With a name like Sufjan, how can you go wrong? My roommate and I have an imaginary love affair with him. This song is extremely depressing, but it's beautiful and almost heart wrenching. Sufjan has a very distinct style. Listen to more of him and you will see...<br /><br />Lake Michigan by Rouge Wave- What a great little band. I love their cover of Maps by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Big fan of this one too. Fun background clapping and it's pretty catchy.<br /><br />What Sarah Said by Death Cab for Cutie- De. Press. Ing. This song is also sad but in a totally different way from the Sufjan song. And I love it. Cynical and bitter. Sometimes you need that.<br /><br />Black and Gold by Sam Sparro- Makes me want to be a spy so I can make my entrance using this song and then proceed to kick some serious bad-guy trash. And that's why I'll never be a spy.<br /><br />Give an Arm to its Socket by The Republic Tigers- His voice is very different from anyone I've heard in recent memory. I can always pick it out of a mix of songs. The Republic Tigers are my favorite recent discovery.<br /><br />Dream On by Aerosmith- Yep. I'm going old school on you. This song is sweet. And Steven Tyler is cool. Mostly because he's Arwen's dad. But also because he's in Aerosmith.<br /><br />Signs by Bloc Party- Got to love that percussion at the beginning. I can't really explain it, but something about this song makes me grateful to be alive.<br /><br />I Know What I Am by Band of Skulls- Awesome. They feel old school but...not at the same time. Their album Baby Darling Doll Face Honey is definitely worth a listen if you think this song is good. I know I love it. Death By Diamonds and Pearls is my personal favorite.<br /><br />Human by The Killers- Why on earth do I love this song? Oh, I know, because I want to dance to it. Because I am not Human. I am Dancer. Wait...what does that even mean? All I know is that this song is kind of epic.<br /><br />Exogenesis: Symphony Part 3 by Muse- I wanted to put all three Symphonies on here for everyone to hear, but that would just be excessive. SO LISTEN TO ALL THREE. Trust me. It's worth it. They are probably the best part of the newest Muse album, The Resistance. Matt Bellamy is too amazing. He integrates classical music seamlessly with rock. It's perfect. I adore him. Maybe I'll name my children after him...he definitely deserves it.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978311355998311542noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088929104638849494.post-49959597430457201322010-01-30T17:13:00.000-08:002010-02-01T09:42:53.909-08:00Dear Sicky:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUyfV0BC33LCpADXZmtJLHAP8zpsV-l6OF_u2PgfSUJr-rxSsYtPO039GiQf4688Vub2Qll6VZImWpjqAlX-Lu1M2D3fih8ceGm_IHp3NnjGHCjsoLdcDhyphenhyphenFTuUPloeT7E64xbdW-eW9o/s1600-h/person_flu_cold.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUyfV0BC33LCpADXZmtJLHAP8zpsV-l6OF_u2PgfSUJr-rxSsYtPO039GiQf4688Vub2Qll6VZImWpjqAlX-Lu1M2D3fih8ceGm_IHp3NnjGHCjsoLdcDhyphenhyphenFTuUPloeT7E64xbdW-eW9o/s320/person_flu_cold.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432716093774710434" /></a><br />Over the last few months, with the out break of the Swine Flu, BYU has instituted a policy concerning sick students. If you are sick, contact your professor and DO NOT come to class. At the start of last semester, signs were everywhere. Literally. Every building was practically plastered in them. It was, however, for good reason. Why spread a sickness when the majority of the people living in Provo are students who have to go to class and the last thing they want is to get sick. I personally turned into a hand washing/hand sanitizer maniac. I was not going to get sick.<br /><br />This policy of "if you're sick, please don't come to class" was and still is a good policy, despite the fact that The Swine is essentially dying down. It did, on the other hand, give people license to say that they had the flu and could not attend class for a week, when in reality these people were perfectly fine and decided to go to Disneyland instead of class. I'm not mad about that. THIS is what I'm mad about. I will preface with a story.<br /><br />In my Advanced Molecular Biology class, I sit in the back of the room, in the same place every day. There is a boy who always sits behind me every class period. The other day, I sat down only to hear sniffling and snorting. That's right. He was sick. I looked over my shoulder only to see that he had bloodshot eyes and a red runny nose. Now, the fact that he was sick would have been bad enough. But no, he's not just sick, he's a mouth breather. As in "hey, sorry, but I can't breathe through my nose so I hope that it's okay that I breathe really loudly through my mouth instead and I hope you don't mind if I'm breathing RIGHT on your neck" mouth breathing. Needless to say, I felt so germy by the end of class that I wanted to bathe in hand sanitizer. But, oh. It gets worse. Just moments after leaning forward to get as far from sicky boy as possible, he started coughing. More like hacking. And the worst part was, he didn't really cover his mouth. As my roommate Emma said, "Doesn't he realize he broke like, 17 cardinal rules about being sick by NOT covering his mouth?" No Emma, I don't think he did realize. Now he was spreading his germs more by not covering his mouth and I was getting the full effect of it. I thought it couldn't get worse. But it did. He was sniffling and I knew he was going to sneeze any second. Oh boy did he. On me. At this point, I gagged. In fact I almost threw up in my mouth. I was ready to give him a piece of my mind when the bell rang and he was up and out the door. I turned to my friends in the class who just stared at me. One said "That...was foul." The other said, "Seriously? He has no manners." <br /><br />So, to the Sicky Boy in MMBio 441: If I get sick within the next few days with a cold, I know that you are the one who gave it to me. I know where you sit every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning from 9:00 to 9:50. And I will come to drop off my bills for Tylenol and Nyquill to you. But I will not stay in class because I don't want to get other people sick. And I'll even wear a mask just for their benefit. But it will be because of you that I will be dying and I will show no mercy. You will pay me back and I will enjoy every penny. So you had better hope that my antibodies and white blood cells are awesome because if they aren't, it's on.<br /><br />A word to all- please do not come to class (or if you don't have class, don't go out in public) if you are sick. And if you do decide to come, don't cough or sneeze or breathe on people. It's yucky. And it makes other people sick, which is generally not a good thing. Bring some tissues and sit as far away from everyone as you possibly can. That would be favorable.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978311355998311542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088929104638849494.post-69619300791872359492010-01-15T19:59:00.000-08:002010-01-15T21:12:09.912-08:00Two Goals, One ObjectiveThis blog is about goals. Two goals I made over Christmas break in particular. One short term, the second not so short term. Keep in mind that both goals are not only ridiculous but AWESOME. <br /><br /> Over Christmas break, I made several short term goals that could be fulfilled over the break. These goals included reading several books, figuring out how busy my schedule this semester would be, making my mother's Christmas madness a little less crazy, and so on. But the most important goal was that I needed to get at least 10 hours of sleep each night. And since I am gradually becoming an old lady, that meant falling asleep by about 10 every night, 11 at the latest. At this rate, I did not get 10 hours of sleep a night. Oh, no. I far exceeded my goal, typically waking up at about 9:30 or 10 depending on how late my evening was (yes I stayed up till midnight on New Years. Granted, I was lying on the couch with my blanket, in pajamas, drinking wassail, and long blinking every five seconds while watching Star Trek with my dad. But I made it!) Sleep has never been more amazing. I think I would rather sleep than eat or maybe even breathe. But that kind of sleeping is called dying, so let's not go there.<br /><br />My second goal is what I like to refer to as the "Spies have hot bodies, so why can't I?" goal. In other words, I aspire to look like the spies on television. Two spies in particular: Sydney Bristow from the now cancelled "Alias" and Sarah Walker from my favorite television show, "Chuck". On the one hand, both of these women are actresses and thus have personal trainers, wardrobe people, stunt doubles (to make them look cooler than they really are), and are basically born smoking hot. Since I have none of the first three (too non-talented in the actress department) and I've never really seen myself as a natural "bombshell", this goal has quickly evolved into the second most "difficult-to-achieve" goal I've ever tried to reach. But my motto is that NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE. So, I will embark on a journey to look somewhat like this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgczoEGmgQ3MpvqHbb9r9C41iqZGEpH_Kp8UaPq-96niIqfLC_KrxtnLKz67dSoJE8NiemnG2iwUbm2GZPUnAk5NSyN-smMGMEm6wgd0EoJr2XgeDE4hfhVzHLTXCWGLuIcIQTkvgmuy14/s1600-h/yvonne_strahovski.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgczoEGmgQ3MpvqHbb9r9C41iqZGEpH_Kp8UaPq-96niIqfLC_KrxtnLKz67dSoJE8NiemnG2iwUbm2GZPUnAk5NSyN-smMGMEm6wgd0EoJr2XgeDE4hfhVzHLTXCWGLuIcIQTkvgmuy14/s320/yvonne_strahovski.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427200407007893618" /></a><br /><br />Ooorrrrr this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDttasiwX-iaQpcCxwMDXVrQjmfxE73Z9Fuvg8muFYDussdxksg6WU_XGcn_G3aseu0YZcSTQ4fv_G7cRWJMB1q47gkOBfv-HeUDW94zbAT-36dMxptP5C8-xT4SDzyDZpwzuOeBmoMcQ/s1600-h/PH2005110800372.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDttasiwX-iaQpcCxwMDXVrQjmfxE73Z9Fuvg8muFYDussdxksg6WU_XGcn_G3aseu0YZcSTQ4fv_G7cRWJMB1q47gkOBfv-HeUDW94zbAT-36dMxptP5C8-xT4SDzyDZpwzuOeBmoMcQ/s320/PH2005110800372.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427200708083894642" /></a><br /><br />I don't think it will be too much of a stretch to have expectations to look slightly like these women. It's not like I'm going to go all Octo-mom and get plastic surgery to look exactly like them, facial features and all. That's just creepy. But I figure if I work out, I'll have a shot. I suppose the biggest work out will be this summer when I spend my time hiking and basically playing outdoors all day. Even if this goal seems unrealistic, I could care less. I just like that it gives me some motivation to be smoking hot.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978311355998311542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088929104638849494.post-67607834756575011462009-12-01T21:16:00.001-08:002009-12-01T21:20:42.457-08:00In Edward’s Defense…Jacob can go DIEOkay, so after seeing New Moon and hearing various discussions on the topic, I feel like this post is necessary. And I realize it’s ridiculous and I actually don’t care that much (but part of me does because I think people are generally stupid/missing the point) and TOTALLY pointless. But this is my blog and I do what I want. JUDGE ME ALL YOU WANT! So, without further ado… <br /><br />While I understand why the entire Twilight fandom and every teenage girl ever is ga-ga for Taylor Lautner’s abs and big smile, I just have one thing to say: Edward is still better.<br /><br />Why would I say this? Well, I could give about a million reasons all ending with the fact that Robert Pattinson is basically the best thing since electricity to happen to this planet. I digress. So, everyone is all upset that Robert Pattinson’s body is not quite like Jacob’s. But then again, WHO IS? I heard a girl say “Wow, Edward needs to work on his body.” True, he’s not ripped and putting on 30 pounds of muscle (props to you Taylor), but it’s not like he’s made of nothing. Don’t believe me?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1nLPQ03MZdsVmVzAUMmL-oQ9RKezTihhfo-C2dcDJ99LkhGOgnJsNUZLFztOop0ugs_RfKsrUIEl954Ax5cscDqGrO8_6rtadubsSjDCRpw56aLMpZirDNLUXDMX-AFh3FZD8l1xJTHE/s1600-h/robert-pattinson-new-moon-shirtless-06.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1nLPQ03MZdsVmVzAUMmL-oQ9RKezTihhfo-C2dcDJ99LkhGOgnJsNUZLFztOop0ugs_RfKsrUIEl954Ax5cscDqGrO8_6rtadubsSjDCRpw56aLMpZirDNLUXDMX-AFh3FZD8l1xJTHE/s320/robert-pattinson-new-moon-shirtless-06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410504288225991778" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsz9Cwh_Sf8XGaR0HdgxqsAqzyJ3afps_-a0tbN-npgliRF_-UoUEkjSzSWqMAZhdiBBT5RlVaItO6y61meXvNq-JIhTyuFcII6QHgteu3s8EqaRsqygVhNZV7vnNGgxMqUG2c1VYOEzk/s1600-h/new-moon-italy2_l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsz9Cwh_Sf8XGaR0HdgxqsAqzyJ3afps_-a0tbN-npgliRF_-UoUEkjSzSWqMAZhdiBBT5RlVaItO6y61meXvNq-JIhTyuFcII6QHgteu3s8EqaRsqygVhNZV7vnNGgxMqUG2c1VYOEzk/s320/new-moon-italy2_l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410503705978077122" /></a><br /><br />There. Now you can’t argue with me about that. I win. And I would like to say that I might respect him more for refusing to shave his chest. Most men are hairy and yucky. What Robert Pattinson has is basically NOTHING. Sorry people, but that’s a reality of life we must deal with: Men (Those with chiseled jaws and perfect cheekbones) are usually at least a little hairy. BOYS (17 year olds who play werewolves and are kind of illegal to look at like THAT) are not. Another thing: pale NEVER films well. Seriously, the fact that they made Edward look pale without making him look like he’s totally dead is a magical miracle. The fact that Taylor Lautner is already bronze skinned doesn’t make Rob Pattinson look as good. But that doesn’t stop me from wishing he were my boyfriend and would rip his shirt off to show himself to the world because he loves me and thinks I’m dead, and…never mind. Finally, it’s the scene. He’s depressed. He’s alone. He hasn’t showered in months (hello, he’s still wearing the same shirt from the breakup). Basically, he looks like hell. That’s how he’s supposed to look. Plus, who gets the girl? The good looking one, or the muscle bound behemoth who turns into a hairy nasty wolf? <br /><br />Now it’s time for me to get up on my nerdy, Twilight soapbox (because I have one) and say something that has nothing to do with biceps or body hair. And I am aware that this will reveal me for what I truly am: a 21 year old girl who finds happiness in teen lit despite how awful it is. <br /><br />First of all - I can’t deny that I actually found Taylor to be engaging. He portrayed Jacob just the way I pictured him. But…I still hate Jacob with a fiery burning passion. (What can I say? When you are team Edward, you are T<span style="font-weight:bold;">EAM EDWARD</span>.) Now to what I want to say. The story isn’t about Taylor Lautner’s body. It’s not about men running around in the forest half naked. In fact, in one scene when Jacob has his shirt off, I almost yelled “Put your damn shirt back on, you GIRL!” but then realized I might get murdered. Seriously, people. The story is about Edward and Bella, not Jacob’s or Edward’s body. That’s what it’s been from the start. It shouldn’t matter. Jacob can go die and nothing will happen to the core of the story. Can you deny that Edward and Bella aren’t made of awesome, sexy, deliciousness? Heh, didn’t think so. They are dear, sweet perfection. Well…maybe I should say “sweet, crazy, sexy, absolutely ridiculous, obsessive/possessive, kind of wrong, badly written, and weird perfection.” <br /><br />And that is why:<br />1.) I win<br />2.) Jacob can go die.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978311355998311542noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088929104638849494.post-28638786509119301072009-12-01T09:01:00.000-08:002009-12-01T09:03:19.450-08:00To be a Cougar football fan is sometimes...AWESOME<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJipKx_CHGZbqJZkmrsLqarUkGPw21Eme5y4Wqgx4nhGArEW74sjfFLDx0JTp86GuMHOWYpgiXvSmQigqOa6dp7wp0suhLeGP5SBDELgAt_6jsk_MspGcCUj3QEyTQrns4XQ4c9_1deFI/s1600/13932_707476599239_17802541_39257836_7519187_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJipKx_CHGZbqJZkmrsLqarUkGPw21Eme5y4Wqgx4nhGArEW74sjfFLDx0JTp86GuMHOWYpgiXvSmQigqOa6dp7wp0suhLeGP5SBDELgAt_6jsk_MspGcCUj3QEyTQrns4XQ4c9_1deFI/s320/13932_707476599239_17802541_39257836_7519187_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410314272751201106" /></a><br /><br />Ah yes. Sweet, sweet victory.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978311355998311542noreply@blogger.com0