25 5 / 2012
I love this way too much, because Mike and I do this constantly.
Boston is great, but it’s missing a charming, bearded guy who sings me jazz songs while we pretend we actually know how to ballroom dance.
(Source: dallasclayton)
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22 5 / 2012
I am home in Massachusetts…
…sitting in my new comfy, goucho pant things that I really wanted in December, but was reluctant to get then and I just sent in my last reading notes to my boss at Ford’s. I am slightly jumpy from the Starbucks I got earlier with Mama H, but my real jumpiness extends from the momentous realization that I am actually turning into an adult.
And I actually think I might be ready.
I have a million and one cool projects lined up from my senior year (HOLY SMOKES!), I have a real, big girl internship this summer where I can hopefully make connections that will lead to a real, big girl job after I gradaute, and I’m finally taking the plunge and going to improv classes with my best friend in the whole entire world.
SO, even though I sometimes freak out because I can’t look ahead five years and even guess where I’ll be, I ultimately need to relax and realize that I’ve actually got it all under control. I need to let chill, assertive Erin take over and quiet down Miss type-A, worry wart Erin.
Oh yeah, and did I mention that I have the sweetest, most attentive boy who is not going anywhere? ‘Cuz that’s really the best part.
15 5 / 2012
A letter to myself from myself.
Dear lazy Erin,
You have now been on vacation for exactly one week. Which means that it is now time to wake up before 1:30pm and actually work out each and every day. (Did you forget you have a wedding to look nice and skinny for?) Also, you actually need to do something useful with your time. Watching Blade and reruns of Modern Family is fun, but isn’t exactly going to change the world. Why don’t we replace the wine with some nice water and call it a day, shall we?
Love,
The Grownup Inside
13 5 / 2012
Okay, okay it might be because I am overtired, but I just laughed out loud, alone in my apartment watching this….which is sad, but this is still funny as anything.
11 5 / 2012
I just received the best present.
A big dropbox folder full of the scripts I’ll be researching this summer at Fords Theatre.
Yes, yes- things are happening!
26 4 / 2012
I am currently…
pumped full of delicious coffee, gearing up for my next class, thinking about everything I have to do, and also thinking that I’m actually gonna make it.
Alright finals…BRING. IT. ON.
24 4 / 2012
This is certainly what I was like as a child…and may still be like now.
(Source: newyorker.com, via newyorker)
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