Day 3: Orientation and my Inability to remember ANYTHING I wanted to tell Maxwell today

Today I had my job orientation at Infinitos. If you don't know what Infinitos is, it's only the most amazing pizza buffet in pretty much the entire world. I work at the one by Kmart in Lebanon, I have just given you even more means of stalking me. You can only come and stalk me there if you promise to buy something first. ;) My boss will give me a pay raise with all the customers I'm bringing in. haha. My first day on the job is on Friday. I'm kinda nervous because there's this whole 60 day grace period thing where they are basically monitoring me to see if I suck major ass at making pizza or whatever they are having me do at the time. I think I'll do just fine though. Pretty much as long as I follow directions and don't curse out a customers or stuff a fellow employee in the oven, I'll be alright. I don't forsee me doing anything like that. Fantasizing about it? Maybe. Never giving into said fantasies though.

In other news, I have repeatedly forgotten everything I've wanted to tell Maxwell today. I had a dream I wanted to tell him about but then I forgot the dream. And then, I saw something on facebook or some part of the internet that I wanted to tell him about and again. I forgot. I'm getting old.

Day 2 and a half: WTF is with Britney Spears new video.

Okay I was going to try and hold off until tomorrow but I needed to get this out of my system or I'd shit my pants. So I was watching one of my favorite YouTuber's "JPMETZ" and she was complainig about the new Britney Spears video, so I decided to go and watch it for myself and oh my god. Now, I'm not hatin' on Britney Spears, alright, so please do not bitch me out over this or threaten my family. She's a great singer and I have "Hold It Against Me" on my Ipod. I ACTUALLY PAID FOR IT ON ITUNES. That should mean alot.

The video though? three words: What. The. Fuck. It starts off with some meteor or whatever hitting the earth and sending this strange flashing lights all over the damn place. I'm not sure what the fuck this has to do with any of the rest of the video but then again I'm not really sure how any parts of this music video have to do with any of the other parts or with the song itself.

Next complaint? There are friggin product placements all fucking over the place, they cut scene to show you EXACTLY what company's make up she's putting on her face and EXACTLY what perfume she spritzes on herself before she completely FAILS at dancing.

Now, once again, I'm not hating on your "gurllll". Watch the fucking video, she walks in place a few times, moves her arms awkwardly, attempts to do a few pelvic thrusts, Britney, honey, I'm sorry. It doesn't work.

They then cut scene to her in this room/tower of tvs thing and she's in a wedding dress. And all the tvs are playing her old music videos. Again...wtf does this have to do with wanting to bang someone? I don't have the slightest idea. And she starts to float...because normal people do that. Later on in this little room, a bunch of creepy skinny ass balerina men or whatever the fuck they are supposed to be like come out of her dress, and they started dancing around her...and they have their hoods pulled over their eyes, frankly, it just creeped me the fuck out and that's all I've got to say about that.

Then at like 2:45 into the song, she's in that same fucking room again. And the smile on her face right at that part is the creepiest fucking thing I have ever witnessed in my life. I'm pretty sure I shit my pants. like 900 percent sure.

Then there's this part where there is two of her in like friggin salsa dances beating the shit out of each other.... okay? Wtf.

Regardless, I think I've made my point and yes, Britney, I will hold this movie against you.

If you just don't believe me and think I'm bashing her. Watch the movie yourself. LOOK I put it right down thurrr for you.

Day 2: Installing Itunes Takes Forever and other fun tales.

So even though I posted my first blog at 1 a.m this morning, it still posted the date as yesterday. I was hoping I could kill two days by doing that but obviously, even the internet knows how lazy I am and decides to thwart me. I figured while I wait for Itunes to install itself onto my computer I would post another blog, it's just the whole finding something interesting about my stupid existatance to tell you about thing that's got me in a rut.

Today, I saw my boyfriend. Let's talk about him. He's interesting. His name is Maxwell. He is 23. If even one person leaves a comment about our five year age difference or the fact that I've only been eighteen since Semptember, I will find you and poke you really really really hard. (I can't threaten you with anything violent because God forbid I make a joke like that and some asshole gets really offended and goes and tells their psychopath mother who calls friggin witness protection or some friggin police frig and then I go to jail because they'll use my blog as proof that I threatened them.(I think too much sometimes)) ANYWAY, Maxwell, we were talking about Maxwell. Quit asking me so many damn questions so that I can stay on topic! Maxwell. He's amazing. He's super hot. He's the best boyfriend in the entire world. None of your boyfriends can compete with him. Don't even TRY to argue with me, alright son? He's THE shit.

Welp, Itunes just finished installing itself so I'm going to go try and not explode my computer whilist figuring it out. Hope you enjoyed my post.

Day 1: Who posts at 1 a.m?

Obviously, Erin Howie does. So, I guess this is where I do introductions. Well, I'm Erin Howie. I have promised myself to keep a blog consistently for an entire year. That was one of my New Years Resolutions. And it's not like the "I promise I'll lose a gazillion pounds by the end of the year" kind of resolutions. I meant this one. So if you are bored enough to be reading this right now and you feel like following me to see it through, go ahead and click that follow button. If I even get one follower, I'll probably cry from happiness. Because then I have proof that I have a friend. No one ever believes me when I tell them there are real people who actually like me. (just kidding).

I would have more to tell you but it is one in the friggin' morning and I need to get back to jammin out to "Baby" by Justin Beiber, but not the Justin Beiber version. The Acapella version from "The Sing Off.". Youtube it, son.