"You want to see me box?..I will box!"

So, last night me, Sadie, and Kendall went to jump on it for Sadie's birthday. Oh my hilarious.

One-3 teenage girls at jump on it: a recipe for disaster in itself. I swear we went from 17 to 4 years olds. I loved it. haha

Two-Kenal may or may not have wiped herself out...at the very end.

Three-Emmy, Sadie's little sister, was there. Oh Emmy...she is the funniest little girl of my life. We were playing the Wii and she was telling us about she was pretty much pro at boxing. She asked us if we wanted to see her box. We said no. Ha. Then she said, "I will Box." She then proceeded to box backwards..cause that's how the pro's do it. We died laughing. There was probably some snorting going on.

And, that is not the end of the entertainment. We even got a reenactment of her dance recital. Clouds and tears included. Sadie got chewed out about what music to play. What a hoot. :)

Well here is a gee whiz moment for ya

So last night Kenal informed me that, indeed, she is an eighth Irish..what?! Yeah, don't worry about it I totally guessed it.

Also, and get ready this could blow your mind, when I was watching 60 min. last night (don't judge-not only old people watch it) there were these people that could remember almost every day of there life! Wat up. It's called "Superior Autobiographical Memory." They would just give these people a date and they would tell them what day of the week it was and what they did that day. It could have been because the wee hour of the night or maybe I'm just a nerd, but I thought it was stinkin' cool...just sayin'.

Web log-weblog-blog

I figured out why it's called a blog. The title says it all. Who thinks of these things?

You're always after me lucky charms!

My name is Erin Lou. I used to hate my middle name, but now, I realize that it fits me quite well. Actually, my friends just call me that, so I figure it's either accept it, or die.

I am 17 years old, live in Pleasant Grove, party hedsfhsdlkfjslkdjfaklhaha-as you can tell I have a short attention span, and get frustrated easily. look out-I could blow at any moment.

I have some problems, the first and foremost being that i worry...CONSTANTLY. Such as right now. I worry what people will think about this blog. Number two- My legs... they have to be up, at all times. When I stand in the halls, i ask if people will hold my leg, my left one usually. They all say no, except for Cammie. Sign of a true friend? They will hold any sort of limb for you. Thirdly- Textures. Need I say more? I see a backpack, or a shirt, or anything really, and i have and uncontrollable urge to feel it up (get your mind out of the gutter). Cuatro- As you might be able to tell from the numero i just escribered. I like Spanish, nay, i love it. Often times i just speak Spanglish. Yeah. It's not a problem.

Kenal (or as the school recognizes her-Kendall) Celeste Parker is my best friend ever. She is a LEPRECHAUN. She is short, green (false-she wears green), and has reddish hair depending on if she is wearing green or not..so most of the time. Also, as many Irishman/women are she is a fiery one.

Why is it called a Blog?

And then there was a blog...

Today was the day, that your dreams came true. Actually I just decided to make a blog, and your dream was never to have me make a blog..actually that may or may not have been your nightmare...but at any rate-here is my blog.