Monday June 7th 2010.

I woke up this morning to my phone ringing, and I cant say I was to happy with that. I clearly wasnt picking it up, or even checking the number. I talk to no one at 63o am, and who in their right mind would even be calling me at that time? Waste of time really. I wouldnt even pick up if it was Chace Crawford. Ok maybe I would. Thats an exception. A sexy one. When the time came to actually get up and get ready, I didnt even know what I was going to wear. It was cold but living in Canada does that to you. You get used to it. Jeans, and since it was match day a tennis shirt.

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ATM.

9:10AM. ART CLASS.

Right now im sitting in my senior art class doing nothing since im done my final already. Well, im not doing nothing, im writing you. You should feel special. Just typing away on my blackberry like its no body's business. I hate mondays. Im exhausted, I dont want to be here. I just want the next 7 days to go by FAST. Heres the thought of the moment: Dont you ever just think that school would be so much better if the students just broke out into song and dance like on Glee? I know im wierd, but I dont even watch the freaking show and I know thats what they do. You know what I want right now? A really big shaken iced tea lemonade, passion fruit style and a ginger mollassess cookie from Starbucks. Mmm.

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That sounded good at the time, but right now all I smell is fresh pineaple hair product in my wet hair. Im so tierd. I miss my boyfriend, that's why I put that picture and that quote up there. I havent hungout with him.. Since my birthday, then again that still wasnt alone time to just cuddle and talk and enjoy eachothers company. [And NO dont get that dirty picture in your head, still hasnt happened yet, not even after 8 months]

♥

Thursday june 3rd 2010.

Ten more days, only ten. just keep breathing erin. school will officially be over for the summer, and hopefully my stress will leave me alone. im stressing so much right now im almost in tears, or already did cry. ive never been so nervous for something in my entire life. i want math to be done, but its obvious that im not passing, which means im taking it again next year, plus grade 12 math.

im exhausted, stressed, annoyed, sad.

my hair straightner broke.. and im going insane. i have to wear like frizzy curly hair.. hahaha.

summer weather keeps teasing me.. it goes HOT then cold, HOT cold. like rub A535.

i started this post at like 3 and its been open since then, its now 10:00 and time for bed,

good night see you tomorrow.

♥

June 2nd 2010, a gloomy day.

Hi babes.

Im wearing leggings and a long plaid shirt, its raining and gross. Thunderstorming.

The picture up there just describes my mood perfectly. I feel down and all I want is to watch a movie with my boyfriend, and I cant.. cause hes working. Blah, im craving pizza or grilled cheese right now... Mmm sounds soo good doesnt it? How about pizza?

AHH yes!! My bestfriend who moved across the country just called me! I wanna cry, im so happy!

How was your day loves?

♥

June 1st 2010. The day I turned 17.

Waking up to your favourite song on the radio by pure coincidence is a good start to the day, if you ask me. Why not wear your hair au natural -curly- and no makeup?. Ok well maybe some mascara, thats it. According to everyone its all I need. I threw on some boyfriend jeans and a white tshirt and off to school I went. I got to my bestfriends house to pick her up to walk with me, like every normal day. We walked into the senior hallway first, and all I heard was "Happy birthday! Happy birthday!" a bunch of seniors said to me. Lets just get this straight, im not one to be the center of attention, yet I make my birthday a big deal. I managed to walk the entire 4 floors being hidden away from everyone. Once I got to my lcoker, the entire thing was covered in streamers, pictures, candy and a big "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" banner. Jesus christ I wanted to rip it off. I walked into my senior art class and sat down, getting right to painting and not wasting a second. Its a big class, and once people starting pilling in, no one really said anything. Yes! I was blending in!.. "HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYY ERIN!!" my friend Jenna screamed as she entered the room. "Thanks" I giggled. After 1st class the happy birthdays kept coming.. My math prof even baked me a cake! A freaking CAKE! It was PINK too. For lunch I went out with my bestfriend and got chinese takeout. Mmm. After lunch I had a spare block so I planted my butt in the library for some peace and quiet, and peace and quiet I did not get. My boyfriend and his bestfriends walked in singing happy birthday with giant white chocolate chip cookies. HIDE!! After hiding my face in embarrasment, they came over and we ate cookies together. Spare was over and it was now off to french: favourite class of the day, not only because my prof was totally amazing but because I actually understand it. I was sitting there listening to my prof.. well not really listening, and all of a sudden someone knocked on the door. Emily opened it and standing there was a guy from a flower shop holding a big bouquet of purple orchids. "Erin in this class?" I raised my hand... "Uh hi?" The man put them on my desk and wished me happy birthday. I read the card "happy birthday cutie, hope its been amazing so far, you deserve the best of the best. Love you so much, - cam" my heart melted and my face went red. Thank god school was over and I can get out of here. --- My boyfriend drove me home, where he stayed untill we went for dinner. I walked in my door and sitting in my living room was a huge thing of 40 yellow balloons and 16 yellow cupcakes from my favourite bakery from my step mom. She sent us balloons and cupcakes for everyones birthday. Dinner time came around and my boyfriend and I went out to dinner over looking the lake, the weather was perfect. The day was perfect so far. After dinner I stopped by the boys parents house for a quick hello. They had flowers for me and a present, in a gorgeous yellow box. In the box was soap, body butter, body scrub and an endless amount of lipgloss. I headed home, and there was no time to even sit down. My sister was taking me to get a tattoo. Yep, im now inked! I got my moms signature straight off her health card tattooed on to me. --- The day I turned 17 was the most beautiful day I could ever ask for. Sorry for making it so long, its my first one, and it wont be that long for the rest. Promise. ♥ peace.

For the past 3 years of my life ive been lusting over a guy named Cam. We would be summer flings and hangout almost everyday together, and at the end of the summer would say goodbye till next summer. I would say every year was the best, except for the year I turned 16 was truely the best year of my life. Not only did I figure out who my true friends are and change schools, but I fell inlove. I mean hard love. With the boy ive been loving for three years. Now hes mine, all mine. There is only one problem. He graduates from highschool on June 12th and accepted his offer to the University of Brock, 4 hours away. I have three months to do everything I can do to make it the best time of my life before he leaves me... possibly for good. For the next three months ill be keeping a diary of everything I do in a day: sleeping, eating, sports, where I go, what I do, who I do it with, what I wear... and Im going to be completely honest about it all. Who knows what will happen, during the year I turn 17.

Stay tuned, 1st post June 1st.

happy monday.

happy long weekend,

holiday for some of you canadians!

its GORGEOUS weather here this weekend, finally summer has arrived.. which means my

boyfriend will be leaving in 3 months for university and i turn 17 on june 1st. ive decided that i will write a blog/diary every day for the next 3 months, about what goes on in my everyday life, what i do, where i go, what i eat: everything.. being 100% honest about it all.

starting next tuesday, i will write my 1st post.

hi babes, hope your having a lovely week so far.

happy humpday, keep smiling. ♥

ps, prom pics to come.

i miss you. hope your being good up there mom.

PROM DRESS. ♥ by betsey johnson.