Does that make me crazy?

Wow the UK seems SO long ago. That's probably because its been a good...two months since I've gotten back. School is in full fledge lets-kill-students mode, so I've been more than drained by that. It's mostly working the 20 hours a week that gets me. I can't imagine some of these kids that work 40 hour a week jobs and still have to deal with school work. I don't think I could handle that... I feel like I would get pissed off really easily. I'm already getting really frustrated with work. I've been making mad files for applicants, (I basically work for the College of Health Professions and make files for anyone applying to the OT program..which is about 500 people) so I've been making A LOT of files and it's driving me up the wall because I hate doing the same thing every single day for hours and hours.

It's really annoying and I would quit if it didn't pay so well.

Ugh now I really don't feel like writing this.

Maybe I'll write again soon.

Almost christmas

It's about another month, well actually a little less than a month, till christmas time. I am excited for christmas, but I'm even more excited for what happens after christmas. What happens, you might ask.
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IM GOING TO THE UK!

Study abroad for my journalism degree. Mega super dooper ecstatically excited. I leave on the third of January and come back on the 22nd. So it's just about a month. I hope I have a good time with everyone thats going. I'm a little nervous because I don't really know any of the people going on the trip that well, but nonetheless I'm going to have an AWESOME time.

School's been pretty cool lately. My journalism class is kind of a pain in the ass, but it's good experience. I've interviewed a lot of people, most recently a pole dance instructor, which was cool as shit. Then I took one of her classes and had a bad ass work out. My legs are so incredibly sore and I didn't even do that much. They have mad talent and muscles.

I'm in a sculpture class which is pretty interesting. It's a whole new aspect of art I haven't had to do before, but it's a fun challenge. We recently had to make something out of found art, so we did a Back River clean up and basically carried all of this nasty garbage out of a river. People throw the weirdest things into rivers. I managed to find the front of a dryer, the bottom of an office chair and my friend found a perfectly good sweater. Well not really, she washed it and then it looked brand spanking new.

I ended up making this:

Which was my verison of the world shoved in a fish bowl and then attached to the bottom of a bucket which was attached to the bottom of a lamp stand. Cool right? My professor was quite impressed. This is the kind of shit I get to do in class. Hells yes.

So anyway, schools been cool. I'm commuting next semester which I am actually really excited for because it means I get to sleep in my BIG bed instead of these tiny squeaky dorm room ones. I also have a lot more space to put all of my art shit out. That will be SO nice, especially since I won't have the obligation to clean it up asap.

=]
merry christmas. soon.

NEW YEAR (almost)

I haven't written on here in AGES. But I'm getting ready to move back to campus on Sunday and it sparked the old blogger in me so I decided to get on here and do it!

They created a facebook group for residents that are staying in the same building as me, and after perusing it for hours last night I got a random friend invite (which I assumed was from the group) which I accepted. Then that person sent me a chat and it turns out she's my suite-mate, which means we share a bathroom with her and her roommate. We talked for a little while and she seems totally awesome so I can't even express to you how RELIEVED I am that I wont have horrible suite-mates puking in the bathroom at 3 o'clock in the morning, and yelling at one another like they are in a football field.

I've met a couple of other people on our floor, but mostly other people that are in the building as well and I'm getting gradually more excited to move in! I started packing last night, and I basically have most of it done besides my clothes which I'm waiting until the last minute to pack.

My schedule includes 3 art courses, 1 art history course and 1 journalism class. It is going to be awesome. I went on ratemyprofessors.com and all my professors seem equally as awesome so I'm really gettting hyped up for a good year. (Not that I want summer to be over).

The family went on vacation last week to this rental house near Berkley Spring, WV. It was pretty awesome. There was a community like that was about 50 feet away from the house that we got to swim in everyday, and Matt got to fish. There was also a hot tub on the deck, pool table and air hockey in the basement as well as a Wii system and Cable. So, needless to say we never got bored. It did rain a lot, but even so, there was so much to do inside that it was no problemo.

Anyway, getting geared up for the new semester! Ye-haw. Can't wait.  Good luck to everyone else that's getting ready for school too!

Hey guys and gals

So I took Matt to a hot yoga class today. I will admit it totally made me feel better to see him struggling through some of it just as I was. I had honestly thought he would do amazingly and I would be so confounded by his utter awesomeness that I would be annoyed. But nope, he had a hard time doing a lot of the poses and by the end was drenched in sweat.

Hoorah. Go yoga.

Work was so super horrible today. Work at the preschool that is. These two girls decided to team up with one another and comit random acts of "we're not going to listen to Ms. Laura-ness". I got so frusturated with them because I would yell their names 5 or 6 times and they wouldn't do more than glance my direction but when Ms. Eileen went "RILEY" it was an automatic stop. I guess I'm too nice. Either way, I stopped caring because they obviously were out to get me. That's a joke.

I've gotten crazy into listening to Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros. I actually love their music videos. It makes me want to create music videos so badly. Though it seems you'd have to be on some serious drugs to make an Edward Sharpe video equally as awesome.

I just felt like writing for a little bit. I'm reading this book called Love in Translation so I'm actually looking forward to reading it a bit before I go to bed and I've got to wake up early in the morning for work. SOOO, good night, don't let the bed bugs bite.

PS. My birthday is next week =] yay

Mono mono ho ho ho

So the other day I noticed that my lymph nodes looked something like Frankenstein's screws in the side of his neck. When I went to do yoga with Beka on Monday night I told her to feel them, her automatic response, "Dude, I don't need to. I can see them from here." I wasn't really worried about it, I just kind of assumed it was strep or some weird flu-ish thing. Nonetheless Beka told Mommy dear and I got a call that night from her telling me I should go and see the doctor tomorrow.


When I woke up the next morning they still felt huge so I called the Doc's Office and asked when I could some in. After work, around two, I went there and they were able to take me within the hour. She did some preliminary tests like blood pressure and what not. She also tested for strep and mono. Once she was done she told me to grab a seat in the hallway and the nurse practitioner would come and get me in a moment. When she called me in she was really nice and just kind of asked me where I was from and what not. Then she goes, "Well, okay. You were positive for mono. Come up to the table and let me look for some signs." I was like you must be shitting me. I just got into doing yoga, I am sooooo close to getting crow position down. She told me I can't do yoga, can't go to the gym or do any physical activity really until the end of the semester. I wanted to start crying. It took every ounce in my body not to. I'm also not allowed to have tylenol, alcohol or kiss.

Later when I saw Matt we ran up and hugged each other and I was like "I have some bad news" he said, "what is it?" ....."I have mono." He wasn't even phased. Not at all. I told him we wouldn't be able to kiss because we could get his mom sick and she recently went through some rough surgeries. Not that he cared of course, later that night he went "Laura, I'm simply going to tell you. I'm not not going to kiss you for four weeks, it's physically impossible." I don't think I've smiled so big in all my life. That really made my day. So we slept together and I had to get up early for class.

Funnily enough I feel pretty okay today. Matt some how calmed me down and I'm not walking through campus crying about the fact that I basically can't do physical activity (because my spleen could rupture) when bikini season is literally next month. I am pretty pissed about that. Apparently, I have had mono for the last like month and just have been unaware of it. Corrine is freaking out, all worried she will have spread it to everyone she's been doing hookah with and sharing her Rikaloff with as well. I was like "Corrine, you probably don't have it. I have it. Ya need to chillax."

So..this is my life. Doc says next week will be the hardest. I already took four naps yesterday. I don't have time for naps today because it's Beka's birthday and we're all going out to dinner right after I get out of class this afternoon. Then we are going home to open her presents and then I am going to plop right in my BIG huge non-dorm sized bed and pass the fuck out.

On top of everything, it's raining.

Oh, also I gave my speech today about the brutal killings of dolphins in Japan. The class seemed interested. Not that I give a shit what they think about it. It's obviously horrible and from the look on my professors face she thought so too and that's all that matters.

I can't remember if I mentioned it already or not, but I'm taking Matt to NYC for his birthday since he's never gone before. I'm super psyched about it because I've been to NYC but not really for just tourist reasons. So i definitely want to hit up times square, Rockefeller center and all that mumbo jumbo when we go. He doesn't know I'm taking him, so I had to keep it on the super down lown which involved calling in at his work to get time off for him. His boss seemed understanding. Eeeee. So excited.

Anyway, I'm at work so I'll keep you all posted on my mono status as time goes. Don't expect much from my disease body though. (joke.)

Cats and Dime bags

At work again. I've only been here an hour but I have nothing to do. I brought homework but I really don't feel like bothering with it. I have a math exam later that weighs pretty heavily on my grade for the class which I should definitely be concerned about but since I abhor math I just can't bring myself to do it at 10:00 in the morning. I wish I was sleeping.
I watched Black Swan last night. Very intense movie, but not so much what I expected. The final performance/conclusion of the movie was fantastic though, I couldn't stop watching. They did a good job tying all the bits and pieces together. Natalie Portman is a good actress too even though I heard about all the hype from her winning the Best Actress Award, and how the actual ballerinas were pissed.
Anyway, I went to bed at like 11:00 so I don't understand why I am so ridiculously tired this morning. I feel like my eyes are really droopy and I have no incentive to do anything. I was walking to return my movie this morning and some girls were behind me being really loud. For some reason, that was SUPER irritating. Maybe it's because it's supposed to rain today and its been nice out the past couple of days so rain just seems very day-ruining. I also have to do perspective drawings later *barf*.
Nonetheless, going to a club tonight, yeah yeahhhhhh. And I don't have class tomorrow, double yeah yeahhhh. AND, I'm going to a yoga convention with Beks tomorrow and might possibly win an under armor shirt (which I normally can't afford to own). This will be the third time this week I have done yoga, except this is going to be SUPER long tomorrow (two hours). I went last night and the teacher was Sid, who is the owner of the whole facility. He is much more laid back about the yoga. Which means he tells us stories about his cat finding dime bags on the street while we are suffering in downward dog. Anyway it was a great workout by I am super sore today and I feel like a big bloated whale for some reason.
Maybe I should try a liquid diet...just kidding.

Sweet Jesus

Dear sweet Jesus I am so freaking bored at work. I have been here since 8 AM. Since then I have managed to do absolutely nothing. I finished reading my book yesterday and literally have no homework. Well, I have homework just nothing I can do while sitting in this office.
I actually have to make a video narrative, silent style. I have been thinking and researching ideas all day long but I still haven't found an idea for something I like yet. I'm really annoyed because I've had fantastic ideas in the past for videos, I just never wrote them down or thought they would come to use. So now, I am stuck and it's my own darn fault. We're supposed to have video to work on in class tomorrow....I hope I can muster something up by then.
I'm also doing some pine cone drawings for my other art class. They're pretty cool. At first I thought pine cones were insanely complicated and I had no idea where to begin drawing them since they essentially look the same all over. But it's pretty easy once you just start doodling. Hopefully my final piece will look good for when its due on Thursday.
Super excited cause I get to see Matt tonight! I called him while I was walking over to grab some lunch earlier and he was like, "So..whats Corrine doing tonight?" and I was like "She actually has plans!" and he was like "well..I don't suppose I could come over then?" and I was like, "You can ALWAYS come over. In fact, you pretty much should always come over. Come over now." Well, okay I lied. I didn't really say that whole last sentence but nonetheless, he's coming over. I'm excited. What are we going to do? I have no idea. I don't think that there is anything fun and interesting happening in the University tonight. He gets out of work around 9.00 so that means he will be getting here around 9.30. So, yeah I don't know what we will do.
Beka and I did hot yoga again last night. I really need a picture of us in our yogi gear to post. Alright, that is MISSION OF THE WEEKEND! I will get a picture, I will, I will.
Really odd though. One of my favorite poses to do is the tree pose (mostly because it's like the one I am super good at). Right after we did Eagle the instructor was like "okay, now take a breath with your eyes shut to regain your breathing" and as soon as I shut my eyes I started to black out. So, of course, I opened them again and everything started to phase out like when your donating blood (or at least when I donate blood) and there's just not enough oxygen in your system. So I had to not do tree pose and go into child's pose so I wouldn't fall over in front of Marcus...which would be very very very embarrassing.
I got up again though because I didn't just want to leave yoga. I think the reason I almost passed out might have been because I had really only eaten an abundance of fruit that day, and I didn't drink coffee except for 3 sips at Trader Joe's (because they had free samples of Fair Trade coffee...with Stevia. How could I resist?) right before class. So I think my body was like wiggin out about that.
We're going to this yoga convention my school's putting on that sponsored by Under Armor. I'm really excited to go. It's going to be like 400 or 500 people I think and its from 6-8. So two hours of yoga in a huge room with tons of other people! Really excited to try  it out. There's something about having to try when other people are in the room that makes me keep on going, and pushing to hold a stance better. For example, last night I was having fo real problems holding "dancer" (which ill show a picture of) with my left food grounded. But as soon as we switched to the left side, Marcus was like "kick kick kick. There you go! Perfect." and I was like "dammmmnnnnnn right its perfect. BOO yah bitches." And so that made me feel better about failing on doing tree.


Sorry this blog is so long winded. I am just so distressed at not having anything to do at work I have to preoccupy myself with something.

My boss was supposed to be back in the office tomorrow but his flight was delayed and so he probably won't be in until the afternoon. Even then, I think he's crazy for coming in. He is flying from South Africa, to Baltimore and then coming to work. That's quite a long commute, don't ya think? Why not just take a little extra time off to relax and destress before coming back to a crazy office full of notes that your assistant (*cough me cough*) has been taking all week and most likely screw ups as well?

Oh boy. I can't think of anything else interesting to write about. So I guess this will be the end of my oh so interesting blog for today.

Go, do yoga.

Man, I feel like a woman

Alright darlings. I have some news.
Last night I went to my first ever drag show! I had been texting with my best (gay) friend, Phillip, throughout the entirety of my three hour long math class, which not only puts me to sleep but somehow seems my make me chew an extensive 10 sticks of gum out of boredom. When I found out he was going to a Drag show that night, I jumped on the chance and told him to count me in.
Not going to lie though, I was totally nervous walking in. I was dressed in a pretty normal lacey tank top, black tights and a black skirt. The girls in front of me were wearing tight pink dresses with yellow heels, marilyn monroe sequins dresses and I think one had a corset on. Was I really ready?
PFFTT. How could I have doubted?
I was uncontrollably laughing when I walked in and a gay guy was singing "Geek in Pink" which simultaneously half stripping on stage. What's half stripping you might ask? I don't know, but she did it.
Soon the announcer popped up on stage wearing a leotard, silver heels and fishnets. Screamed into the mic: "OKAY LADDDIIESSSSS, what do we want?! 'WE WANT PUSSY WE WANT PUSSY'" Everyone started in on the chant....including myself. What can I say, I'm a follower.
The performers started to get a little better as far as dancing goes. Lucky lucky me, sitting in the front row. One of them, whose name was something-something Peacock..I think, spotted me and came right on over...While singing, started dry humping me. So while shes busy doing that, I'm busy laughing my ass off and trying not to have her ta tas in my face, which was pretty much impossible since she was sitting on me. Darling Phill got a picture, featured at the left. Obviously, I was enjoying myself.

Anyway, it's a lot of fun. I had an absolutely great time. I was shocked at how much make up they wear. Their faces are literally caked in foundation and eyeshadow. I can say, without any shame, that they are better at make up and booty shaking than me. However, that's totally gonna change because I am determined to learn how to dance now.


I also got some other TOP NOTCH photos:

Classy, eh??

One of my favorite bloggers, Sassy Curmudgeon, is doing a make up contest. Maybe with new products I can make a new me! And then, along with Phillip, I can conquer a drag show...even though I'm not gay.

I am a yogi.

        So, last week, on Monday to be precise I went to my first ever Vinyasa yoga class. There's this center near my university that does donation based yoga classes. They suggest a $10 donation, but I usually muster up enough to give $5. You walk into the studio, which is heated to an astounding 90 degrees, and roll out your mat and yoga towel. The class I go to is about 90 minutes long, and super hard core. The first week I know I looked ridiculous because I was some what unsuccessful at finding my balance. But this week I noticed a lot of improvements. Our instructor, whose name is Marcus, tells you in the beginning to "make a goal for yourself for this class, today" and so my goal was basically just to push myself as hard as I could, take fewer breaks (unless absolutely necessary) and sit further back in the Queens and Kings poses. My sister, Beka, comes with me every Monday as well. Last week she had to step out half way through because she felt a black out coming on. Of course, she had ran 3 miles and elliptical-ed before class, so the fact that she felt like passing out only makes sense. Her goal, apparently, was to "not pass out", which, I can say, she successfully reached. It is an amazing class though, and I am totally and completely a yogi now. I love yoga. I want to do it everyday, I want to go to retreats, I want to do yoga in Bali, I want to be one of those crazy 60 year old grand mothers who can stand on their head. That, my friends, is my goal.
         Beka and I have decided that after 90 minutes of yoga we can most definitely treat ourselves to a delicious dinner. We decided to go to this vegetarian/vegan cafe in town. It was so incredibly nice out today (a whooping 80 degrees) so when we got there we asked to sit outside. Little did we know, the wind would soon blow with enough effort to push our tea pot inches from the edge of the table. I think we both had like heart attacks when the wind blew at one point and pushed our knives, napkins and lettuce off the table. I went running after my napkin at one point, making myself look completely sane of course. It stopped for a moment, and for some reason I stopped too, but then another gust came and it blew it onto the road, so, following it, I ran into a road to retrieve my supposedly "biodegradable" napkin. Beka was hysterically laughing at me when I returned with a triumphant look. Quite the entertainer I was.
         My boss is currently in South Africa on a vacation, so I'm in the office all by myself answering phone calls, reading articles off of cnn.com and blogging. I read this article 10 minutes ago about a supposed serial killer in the New York area. They've found what they think to be 9 bodies related to the killer so far, and they said all the woman killed had posted prostitution services on sites like Craigslist. Can you say creepy? Its Jack the Ripper in the modern day. So messed up, and unbelievable.
        Anyway, I've only been at work for about 2 hours...(started at 8:00) and I am here until 3:00 pm. I have no idea whatsoever to do with myself. I'm sorta reading this book by Chelsea Handler which is hilarious. But reading makes me sleepy so I have to do that on and off.
       Corrine was actually in the room last night when I got home after my yoga and dinner session with Beka. It was good to catch up, and nice to finally see her. She told me about this zombie dream she had where she basically had to desert her brother which he was getting engulfed by zombies. She has odd dreams.
       My tab button is not working. It's really annoying..my freaking spaces are going to be all messed up on this blog now. Ah well, my blogs usually aren't up to par.
       Hopefully seeing Matthew tonight! Excited. It's been a whole...3 days. Wow, that's it? I feel like it's been weeks. Blah, I hate school.

I keep on going up and down on this whole college life experience and weather or not I like it. Sometimes I am perfectly content with understanding and believing in who I am, while at other times, if I could I would definitely go back to middle school and change the course of my life completely. I think that the university I am at right now is not right for me at all. It's a big school, so there's a lot of students (about 16000 to be exact) which of course means a lot of different types of people. I am not used to having so many people around ALL THE TIME. And, while at first I was good with having a big school (because of the opportunity to make loads of new friends and what not) I find that a shit load more difficult than it seems. People here have found their friends, or made friends of friends and they seem perfectly content with not wanting any more..which makes it hard for me to squirm my way into hanging out with the seemingly chill people. So...college blows. I should have joined the peace corp and learned more about who the hell I actually am.
   Spose this is just me complaining, I am sure that I'm just being stupid. I should have chosen a different fucking school. What the fuck. This is probably the biggest regret of my life thus far. WHY. what the hell was going through my head when I thought attending school 20 minutes from my house would be fun. I need to get out of maryland. OUT. out out out. -.-
     Can I just reverse time somehow? Why is there no space machine that can do that yet. I am furious. OKay, not furious, just mildly depressed....I think I have watched a whole season of Bones so far this semester. Haha..wow.
    okay, just texted my buddy alex in the hopes that he will be willing to drive out here...hang out and do something with this horrible existence that is my life. lol SAVE ME ALEX. I should probably make a note here that this is mostly sarcasm. I really don't hate my life, but making fun of it seems to help. =]
  Okay I'm going to go call people and do something. ACTION IS ACTION, and i need action. In a purely non sexual way...I'm okay on those terms xD love ya matthew.

song of the day:  Diamond in the sun by Sean Hayes
Meal of the day: Mother's delicious italian wedding cake. omfg.

Bulletproof

Well friends. The post-spring break part of college is now here. It kinda blows because they give us a week off for spring break but then we have to come back till the end of May, with out any breaks. So of course we're sitting in class when it starts to finally get gorgeous outside!

Maryland weather blows anyway. Tuesday it was almost 7o warm delicious degrees outside and then the forecast was snow on Sunday. I mean, seriously, what the hell is that about. How is that even possible?? I really don't get it...so odd.

Corrine's basically never around the dorm room so it's pretty much che de Laura here. Which I don't really mind, I just then when Corrine finally does show up it'll be like "why you in my space?!" when it's really her space to..she just doesn't occupy it. I get up hella early for class/work so when she IS here I can't turn the lights on or put music on or talk to myself. When she ISN'T here I turn all the lights on, and jam to some music while I get ready and it's just like home sweet home.

My darling mother pretty much forced me to live on campus next year. Its a pro because it's definitely more convenient because parking here is horrible and the commute, so I hear, takes ages no matter where your coming from. But then again, I kinda hate the social life here...waking up to our suite mates puking in the bathroom or screaming about some b

oy is not what I like to hear at 3 am. I much like the sound of geese across the road in the pond. Actually, thats really annoying too....hm. It's hell both ways. I'm going to get an apartment.

Ive been on this COOKING spree lately. I actually accumulated recipes and made a binder full of them. When I say full I of course mean there's about 10 but hey, I just started so that's pretty good! Anyway, I made blueberry cornbread last weekend. YUM. I made a whole pan, had one piece, went out, came back home and it was all gone. I was like "fo realz people" and my mom was like "...I had three" haha I see. It's okay though, mommy makes me food all the time, so she can have my corn bread without repercussions. My sister on the other hand...

HA. just kidding. It's corn bread people, I really don't care.

Sarah, Alex, Kienan, Matt and I got amazing mexican food at Papa Joe's

in Westminster the other night. IT WAS DELISH. You should all god and emerge yourself in wonderful mexican cuisine. Get the Guac.

Anyhoo, made some cool tie dye. And now I'm getting sleepy so I'm going to head to bed to wake up really early for work.

Meal of the day: Oatmeal and Bananers

Song of the day: Bulletproof by Lo Roux

Once in a while

Okay, so its already March. How did that happen?

I was sitting at work today when I realized that I am going to be doing essentially the same thing for the next three years. Wake up, skip breakfast, grab a coffee, head to an early class, drink the coffee, go to my next class, eat breakfast, go to work, run home, change, grab something to eat, head off to class. And repeat.

I hate monotony. I hate working. I hate listening to Taylor Swift while I'm working. I hate skipping breakfast. And I hate that this will be exactly what I am doing for the next three years.

Maybe it sounds pessimistic and despondent but I'm not trying to be, it's just a honest realization. I have to make money in order to support my lifestyle, so I have to work. I have to go to school so I can do what I want when I get older.

The problem with all of it is, is that I know a lot of people who don't go to school and are happy with themselves. I wish there was a chance for me to be a photojournalist without having a stunning background, but it's highly unlikely especially since I have no connections in the writing world.

I admire my dad for that, because he dropped out of Peabody (he played double bass) became a carpenter. And then after a few years discovered his love of Cuba and went off to school to earn his degree in Spanish. Now he goes to Cuba pretty much 3 or 4 times a year, loves it, and comes back more happy than ever. He wants us to move to Cuba, thats how much he loves it.

Will I end up loving what ever I end up doing as much as he loves this?

Part of me thinks the answer to that question is "no" because after doing it in school for four years why would you want to continue doing it?

I am one of those people who like change. Thats why I love to travel, why I became a vegetarian, and why I changed my major about 6 times. So who knows if I will actually end up liking graphic designing and journalism by the time I earn my degree.

It's all quite complicated. How I wish I lived in the 1960's.

I'm living with Corrine (code name: C Grizzly) this semester. I love it. When we do see each other, which isn't quite often because our classes are at different times and I work a lot, the stories we have are hilarious. The other night I was hysterically laughing because she was telling me about her fear of fish. Honest to god, it was the funniest thing I had heard in a while:

"Laura....you don't understand. I was neck deep in water. There has never been so much water. I turned around and there was this FISH just right there. It was about to touch me."

...Well, Corrine..you were in the ocean.

I mean, its hilarious. We have this piece of paper taped up on our bathroom door called quotes of the semester and one of them (said by Corrine) is "I'd rather be mugged than touch a fish".

Among others, there's "Your going to eat that with a fork?", and "Your more nervous than a boy's hand going down girls panties".

It's quite a fun room, I wish all of you could come.

I woke up this morning, Matt laying next to me, Corrine and Trent laying in her bed. Look up, and there is this HUGE stop sign that she stole. My first thought was...where the hell are we going to put that? Then I thought, how did she get it past the feds who guard the door? WAIT, how did she get it in the car? (it's that big).

Corrine, Trent and me went out the other night to this park nearby that is closed after dark. Of course, we went after dark. Trent just bought a new car, and some how attracts cops from miles away. He's only had it for about two weeks and he's been pulled over about 5 times. Needless to say, we were throwing sticks in the water and making fun of geese when we see 4 cop cars pull over on the road...right next to Trent's car. Not just one..but FOUR cops.

"You know your not supposed to be here after dark." "Yes, sir" "Then why are you here?" "We just wanted to hang out" "There's lots of other places you can 'hang out'" "Yes, sir" "You could be fucking arrested for trespassing. Boy, I know a cop that would LOVE to take you in" "We are sorry sir, we weren't doing anything" "Thats the fucking watershed, everything you throw in there ends up in the glasses of water you drink *spits tobacco on the grass*" "yes..sir"

I mean, COME ON. That tobacco you just spit is going to end up in the water you drink asshole.

In the end, we got off with just a warning but shesssshhhh. They did not like that at all.

Okay, well I'm in art class right now....

Post again soon

Song of the day: Summertime by Sublime

Meal of the day: Everything bagel with cream cheese

I have time to cry

Do you ever put your iTunes on shuffle only to have thee perfect song come on? I love when that happens because I think "Wow, something went right without me trying".

I was watching Grey's Anatomy earlier (which has now become my most recent TV show must-watch drama) and there was this patient who had seizures. They had put a brain map on her and George and Izzie were trying these different ways to get her to have a seizure because she simply wouldn't have one. They made her watching TV 2 inches from her eyes, and loaded her with espresso but neither worked. But when Izzie and George starting fighting she had a seizure. She had watched people fighting all of her life because she was a divorce attorney. Her life was watching people fight and having seizures. She wasn't having seizures in the hospital because she was happy for once. In the end, instead of having brain surgery to fix the seizures she decides to quit her job and live HAPPILY. Thats the treatment. Holy moly.

So I was watching this and it made me really miss my high school buddies and, dare I say it, school. God, I used to laugh to much with them. Now that I'm in college it seems to close to the time when I will have to find a reliable job, man and have kiddies.

I found all of these old photos from 1993, when I was one and my sister was four. They are so childish and fun. I'm either smiling in all of them or climbing on my sister like a jungle jim. I miss not working and not giving a shit about things. Children have it so lucky. I am incredibly jealous. Maybe thats why I miss working with kids, because it was my job to be funny and goofy with them. They loved nothing better than when I would chase them around on the play ground or "make dinner" in the sand box. It makes me think about my life. (sorry for writing such a serious blog. I'm really just writing pretty much anything that comes to mind).

I am studying to be a Communications and Graphic Design major. What the fuck am I going to end up doing though? I swear if I am designing the packaging for condoms I will go crazy.

The good thing though, is that I am way to committed to falling in love and going on adventures to have myself sit behind a computer messing about with Photoshop.

I really like to think that life is all about finding love. I know that may sound cliche but half of the things I think about are about being happy with someone. Maybe I just watch way to many chick flicks and think way to much about the perfect moments I have with Matt, not to say that we constantly have perfect moments because we don't but when my veins are roaring with anger over something or when I am on the verge of crying out a gallon of water it's the perfect moments that make me happy again. The LOVE that is there.

When Matt doesn't call me when he says he will I get sad, but other times he will call me at 3 AM to say his bed is too big without me and he misses me. Thats the annoying thing about love is you can't help it.

I haven't found my soulmate yet but I can't express to you how happy I will be when I finally do.

Song of the day: You don't have to cry by Crosby Stills and Nash

Something about the day

There is something about today that just completely sucks.

I woke up this morning at 9, after my phone alarm went off, then I sat up and waited for my alarm clock to go off (because I don't trust my phone). Maybe it was the fact that I actually had to get up and go to work that made today drab. I can't really decide. The weather wasn't all that bad. Colder than it has been I guess. I got to work and my coworker was there. Didn't do too much, made a couple of files, talked about the holidays and wished I had gotten a coffee on my way there. Maybe it's the fact that my new year resolution along with everybody else is to lose weight. Well who knows, I just know there's something about the day that's not sitting right with me.

I hate trying to lose weight. I'm actually at a healthy weight for my height so now its just aiming for that false idea of perfection. I tell myself I'm going to go to the gym after work (which I actually managed to do today) but it's a horrible wreck trying to get the motivation to work out for more than a half an hour. I think it might have to do with the fact that whenever I go to the gym its all these fit college guys in their tight tank tops and ripped muscles as an audience. I do not understand why people run for 10 miles, much less lift weights for an hour. Personally, all I really do at the gym is set a goal to burn about 100 calories and if I go over that HURRAH for me. That way when I manage to not be such a lazy bum I feel good about myself. It works.

I did burn 100 calories at the gym and then did free weights for about 2 and a half minutes. But then I got home and thought "well thats a shitty way to start my new year" or something much less positive along those lines and did a pilates/yoga video which I find much more awesome. Of course it was all for nothing because I can simply not deny myself mint chocolate chip ice cream. It is way to delicious to feel bad about eating, at least while your eating it.

There could be worse thing to suffer from. I would rather eat a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream as a youthful college kid that later when I'm 62 and have diabetes.

SOOO now that we've talked about weight I'd like to change the subject.

I just watched the Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya sisterhood. Completely and totally not what I expected at all. For some reason I was envisioning more Sisterhood the Traveling Pants kinda bull shit. This was actually hilarious because I feel like know people were like that as a kid. I mean, you gotta admit, your grandma probably did some pretty crazy stuff when she was a teen so it's fun to watch the memories of these people come to life. A lot of it was depressing, but the creative crowns they wear totally make it worth it.

Meal of the day: Dad's home made Mac and Cheese

Song of the day: Come talk to me by Bon Iver

Just sittin here

The cabin trip was amazing. The fact that Matt and I had to be alone with each other for a grand total of 3 ish days, was at first quite daunting. Matt kind of keeps his feelings to himself, which is the complete opposite of me. Well on most aspects anyway. I love talking to people and finding out new things, Matt knows a lot, its just hard to get him rolling on a topic. So, on the first night when we popped open a bottle of Yellow Tail I was really happy to have this passionate voice raising conversation with him. We were both getting really emotional about what we were talking about, and mostly for him, his past. Because of the minor drinking we had done I couldn't help but laugh as much, or more than he did. So it was an incredibly giggly crazy fun night. I would love to do it again, and I think we might be for new years (yay 2011).

We went hiking on Saturday with Raven. Well, in the morning I desperately needed coffee, and water (wine super demolished my hydration. I haven't been that thirsty since my backpacking trip in august). It was snowing, since we were up in the mountains. We went to this national park, found some cabins we are thinking about staying in over the summer and explore the park a little bit. I've enclosed a picture of the view while we were driving since I usually left the camera in the car.

On the way back home we had to stop to get gas. We decided to go to this small truck driver stop to get it, do not ask me why. I pull out my bank card (cause I didn't have cash) and the screwy machine is all screwy and being a pain in the bum. I started yelling at it..well to quote me I went "I hate country ass gas stations". Matt started cracking up because I walked off into the shop in my rain boots, leggings and coat. When I came back he told me he was "praying no one would come at him with a hunting knife". Yeah, cause that would be SOOOO different from where we live. Anyway, it provided ample laughter for about 20 minutes in the car ride.

Well now I've told you about my weekend.

I could tell you about Christmas, but really, it was just another Christmas. We all exchanged gifts, my sister stressed out about making a 16 by 14 inch gingerbread house, my mom crowded the kitchen with cooking, while I cleaned the rest of the house until family came over. Favorite gift? Probably have to go with this beautiful necklace my dad gave me. It's a turquoise pendant with two handmade metal rings around it. It's beautiful and I can't wait to wear it somewhere.

It's snowing here now. I think we are supposed to get quite a bit, but I don't really know. I was going to spend the night at Matt's but he was super tired cause he had woken up at 4 AM for work. So he went to bed at 7.30, I tried to sleep, but couldn't and left around 11.30. The roads were horrible. I was really happy to get home, I was starrrrvvvinngg. My sister and I watched a pretty bad film about Ted Bundy, the serial killer. Super messed up. I also watched a documentary about H.H. Holmes, the first serial killer in America, whom no one seems to have heard of. Check it out, yo! You gotta know these things for when you go on jeopardy.

It is now 2.31 AM, I am semi sleepy...and I think I might try to fall asleep now.

Write again soon, hopefully.

Love, Laura

Meal of the day: Clementines with Cereal

Song of the day: Turn me on by Norah Jones

holy moly

I haven't blogged in god knows how long. I really miss it. Okay, wait I lied because I totally have blogged, but its been for my Mass Communications class and I'm not to passionate about what I'm blogging about so I consider it homework. So much shit has happened, even though I feel like I'm not really living up to the college experience.

I've been watching crap tons of LA Ink, with Kat Von D and the crew. It's made me realize that I want a tattoo. I had been thinking about getting one for a couple of months, but seeing how much they mean to people and how fantastic of an experience it is makes me want to get one even more. I was watching one episode today that I was trying to hard not to laugh out loud to. This guy got a cheese tattoo, because he had recently become lactose intolerant and so he wanted to memorialize his past life with cheese. I know it's cheese, but he really loves cheese. There's this clip of him and he goes "provolone, SWISS. God it's all so good." and then he's like "I just really love cheese." And the way he says it is so sincere and so you end up thinking, "well, now I can't see why you wouldn't get a cheese tattoo" and of course Kim does an amazing job. At that point your like, well shit, you could get a tattoo of a crumpled paper and these people could make it look amazing.

So, what I am thinking for my tat is a sunflower with a few vines around it. It's definitely more simple, but I've always been simple. I remember when I was little my dad was reading to me in bed and noticed a necklace I had on, and he went "You really love those simple beautiful things in life" and its completely true. I do, and I really love sunflowers, when I see them it just makes me so happy and brings back good memories. I'm super excited, hopefully I do follow through with it (I already have a designated tattoo buddy), if I do I'll let yall know about it.

On a different note, Matt and I's one year anniversary is this weekend. SATURDAY. Holy shit. I really can't believe its been a year. Time flies. I've been really happy with him and he's definitely changed me as a person, in all the good kind of ways of course. Or at least I like to think so. We rented a cabin up in the mountains. It's real suave, got a kitchen, 2 bedrooms (TWO BEDS. YES.), and a bathroom. Ya know, all we need. It was pretty cheap, $100 a night, so we are splitting it dutch oven style. Wait, is it called dutch oven? I think it might just be dutch...Well, we are splitting it even. His dog, Raven, is coming along. I realize most girls would probably be like, "he wants to bring the dog on our anniversary trip" but honestly Raven is a lot of fun, he's full of personality and he makes me laugh even though Matt probably kisses him equally as much as me. He will be fun to have on our hikes and what not. Plus that way, when I fall on a rock and bust my leg Raven can stay with me while Matt goes and gets help.

Although I do have to say I am a little annoyed. I probably shouldn't post my super private life online but writing it all helps a lot, and my journal is underneath a stack of books hidden behind the journals of Dan Eldon and in the dust of my shelf. So, last night I had a great time with my best friend Sarah, we got Panera and talked like old times, it was a lot of fun. She left here around 8 to get back to her hubbie at home. She texted me throughout the night cause her and her boyfriend ended up going and hanging out at Matt's place. I know his work schedule, so I knew he got home at 9. He didn't call me till 11.30. I know it probably makes me sound needy and clingy, but I really don't feel that I am at all. I don't see him all week, we usually only talk on the phone for average of 10 minutes a day so it's like "Yo, got 5 to spare?" He called me and I was like "matt, I'm going to bed. We can talk tomorrow" and he was all upset because he hates upsetting me. Anyway, we are all good now and everything. I was just so excited to get a call from him once he got home from work, but he hasn't called yet and its almost 11. He probably won't call, he probably fell asleep.

ALRIGHT, that was huge coincidence. Right as I wrote that, guess who called. Yeah okay, brownie points awarded to Matt. Oddly good timing.

I went clubbing with Sarah a couple of thursdays ago. I had such an amazing time. I danced with some really fun guys and it was just a totally liberating experience because I am normally a shy, self conscious (to the max) person. I know that's completely unattractive to men because they like a "woman with confidence". I got thinking to myself, I don't know these guys, I'm never going to see them again. Let the fuck loose Laura. So I did. And there was maybe only 5 minutes I wasn't dancing with someone. Go me.

Alright, I was supposed to be doing Sociology homework right now and considering finals are in two weeks I should get to that.

Tell you how cabin weekend goes.

Love, Laura

Meal of the day: Everything bagel with cream cheese and Pumpkin Spice coffee (mmmhm)

Song of the day: The Orchard by SeaWolf. ( I am telling you guys, this band is AMAZING. Get it pronto.)

AMGIOS!

I have no excuse. Nope, I really have no excuse for why I haven't blogged. You all know about my first couple of weeks in college but so much has been happening. I made a best friend, Corrine dearest, who is absolutely ridiculous but a lot like me. We go on these "adventures" all over the place. Our first one was into the harbor, where we wondered about posing idiotically on the sides of bridges in "pin up girl" styles. She was much better at it than me..I just look really awkward. Then again, when am I not awkward? We have had some pretty fun saturday nights as well. I know I'm in college and its the party life blah blah blah, but we watch some horrible cabin fever movie, created a stop animation film, made tea, and had multiple riots of laughter SO tell me why I should go out to some frat house. But don't get me wrong, I can totally understand why someone would want to join the Greek Life. It, after all, does offer acceptance which I feel is pretty hard to find at my school, and it promotes a good cause usually. By good cause I mean breast cancer or children in third world countries. There actually was a frat on campus that see-sawed (yes, see-sawed) for 24 hours to promote colon cancer. Or maybe it was prostate cancer? Anyway, that was pretty big...I guess. Currently one of the sororities has been setting up a table outside every day, covered in pink things, with whip cream and a sign that says "PIE A ZETA". Its supposed to support breast cancer. I just don't especially have any sort of yearning to throw a pie at some girl for a dollar. A dollar is a lot of money, to me, right now away.

BUT, thats not gonna last long cause I got a job! YES. After months (OK a few days) of arduous hunting at a near by mall, I saw a flyer on campus for an administrative job. I snatched it off the bulletin board and emailed the link as soon as possible. I'll be getting paid 10 dollars and hour to file applications for a department on campus! So exciting! I start monday =]

This is a completely different topic, but sense I had been to China I hadn't ridden in a taxi. That is to say, I had never ridden in a taxi in the USA until last night. I got stranded at Target with Corrine. The target nearby is only about 2 miles away, but it was dark, past 10 and we were two girls with nothing but spaghetti-os (my new favorite food) and mace. So, after Corrine called me a wanker for about a half an hour I persuaded her to split a taxi cost with me. It was ten mother f**king dollars for 2 miles. O.O Can you believe that junk? Ridiculous. I will admit though, the ride was super pimped out, awesome interior and the driver even had a iPhone, which he decided to check his facebook on WHILE driving. Really, put my life and my ten dollars on hold for facebook, go ahead.

We are usually able to catch the shuttle back to campus, which is free for all students with their ID card. We, as usual, missed the shuttle and watched it zoom right on by us across the street. The first time this happened, Corrine and I were on our way to the shuttle stop. I looked up and saw the shuttle, then said "Hey..is that the shuttle?" Corrine just took off, looked back at me and went "Well run, FAT ASS". Holy crap, I have never laughed so hard whilst running in my life. It wasn't just the fact that a girl equal to me in sexy awesome body size told me to run, it was because she screamed "FAT ASS" like it was no one's business. Gotta love it. I wish you could have all been there to see us run like morons to the stop, and then sit on the bus for 10 minutes (while it was still at the shuttle... waiting for other passengers) and complain about how out of shape we are.

Since I came to college though I discovered these "group fitness classes". They are free and they are at night, both things making them awesome for me. I do Zumba, and Yoga. Tomorrow I'm trying "Ab Attack" which makes me want to run and hide. I don't have abs. I don't especially want abs. But I want to look and feel better, so thus I am making my body suffer. I have to be one of the people on the planet who hates ab workouts. I really do. I would rather starve myself for a week than do 15 straight minutes of ab workouts. Ugh. I'll tell you how that one works out.

I am completely obsessed with the show LOST. Really, I love it. I watched the first season in probably about three days. I'm on the fifth season now, and its the last one I have on DVD so I'm trying to take my time watching it. My favorite character by far is definitely Hurley, followed closely in second by Charlie, and then Desmond right behind him. I love Hurley because he is so jovial, and if I were stuck on the island I'd definitely want a Hurley around. The episode where he drives the beat up shag van into the valley completely captured my every thought. And when he made it to the bottom and the van started I literally laughed right along with him. Charlie of course is my favorite because he's so protective of Claire (awesome as well) and sits around playing his guitar all the time. And what girl isn't going to love Desmond? He is willing to do anything to get back to Penelope. Has a super sexy Scottish accent, and is over all just a good guy.

Might have to go watch LOST now. =]

P.S. sorry about typo-s, I'll edit later =]

Meal of the day: Spinach salad with strawberries and pineapples

Song of the day: Shambala by Michael G.

The orientation and "oh shit, im supposed to be there" times

I haven't written in ages, but its mostly not because I haven't had time. I've just been running around doing pretty much pointless things with only minor goals but they ended up being fulfilling.

I s'pose the most exciting thing I have done recently is moving into my dorm room and beginning to live the "college life". I luckily got to move in a COMPLETE day early so I didn't have to deal with lines and lines of carts and people waiting to use the elevator to get to their rooms (yesssss). And I discovered I live on the fifth floor, so in reality walking up 5 flights really isn't all that bad. I'm living in a forced triple, aka a double with three people instead of two. I know it sounds bad, but its not really. The room is pretty spacious and we all have dressers and closets to put our things in.

Tonight I'm going to a jazz concert in the union with some new friends and my boyfriend. Should be an adventure! I'm still discovering my way around campus....the only building I'm really familiar with is called Van Bokkelen (in my mind Van B) and that's because that's where I had my orientation sessions. Unfortunately, it is a pretty hidden and badly displayed building so it took me forever to find it thus causing me to look like an ass when I walked in late while everyone was playing "ice breaking games". Thats okay, I don't wanna break ice anyway xP

The first night I was here I got ridiculously home sick, called my best friend (Sarah) who was babysitting at the time and begged her to pick me up. She came as soon as she got off, which was at midnight, and we ventured out back to home. I ended up chilling with some old friends until four in the morning, eventually got back to my dorm, which was pitch black and silent, had to somewhat loudly open the door and use my cell phone as a light to find my bed. Woke up at 8 to go to orientation, had a pretty nonchalant day. Nonetheless, when night rolled around again I got homesick (again) my sister picked me up, and I traveled my way back home (again). Watched "Through the worm hole (featuring Morgan Freeman)" with Matt, who brought me back at the much decent-er hour of one. So tonight I have challenged myself to actually stay on campus. *deep breathes* I just have to remember I'm not the only one who has no idea what to do with themselves yet. phew.

blog again as soon as possible.....which may be a while since classes start wednesday!

Meal of the day: Golden Graham cereal with a banana

Song of the day: I would walk 500 miles by the Proclaimers

A long long while

Well, i havent written in a long long while. Its summertime, and the livin's easy.

Last weekend I had quite a journey. Me and matt were hanging out with some of his older brothers friends. We watched the ridiculous movie "Iron Monkey 2" and his buddies made some hilarious jokes. "Wait, I know! THEYRE ALL IRON MONKEY!" "Whats the crazy old guy doin? walking down the street bangin his sticks" and the obvious "aweee*high pitch*" like we all just realized what the movie was actually trying to get across. It was rather fun. Ben pulled the old TV outside and so we all sat in lawn chairs (or in my case on a stair on the deck) and watched this movie together while Raven, their dog, continually ran up beside you and got you soaking from when he'd gone swimming in the pool.

Once the movie had lost its thrill we all decided to start playing 3 man. Its a drinking game, and seeing as I am horrible at explaining such things if you dont know what it is, google it. I had a fantastic time, only wore the "hat" once and laughed my ass off at the 26 year old guys crackin jokes at each other. They all went off to play horseshoes ( or at least try to) and I stayed back with Matt and had a fantastic conversation that he didnt remember the next day. But, its okay I realize now that I am really lucky to remember it, even though he doesn't know it happened.

End of my story: I got home at 6.20 AM and watched the damn sunrise as I drove across the highway. Slept till 1 PM and went to work at 3. Hoo-rah.

Work's been a bitch lately. We have this new kid named Nitin (pronounced like Knit-in) and his stubborn two year old butt demands to stand by the door and scream for a full on day. When you try to hold him, he kicks, eventually gives in, and proceeds to scream in your ear. "Well geez Laura, he's only two years old." Mmmmhm, well lets see you do it for 2 and a half hours.

Theres also so romance in Baja Fresh Land! Two of my darling co-workers have found themselves smoking cigs all the more often out back, and it seems to me and my manager that they are slowly staring to click. It brightens the mood around the place, especially after your staring at chips for four hours.

I have decided I'm going to Russia next summer during July. I need a Russian penpal...anyone???

Meal of the day: Portobello Mushroom sandwich

Song of the day: Vagabond by Wolfmother (aka Matt's song)

its been a long long while.

So, I haven't blogged in ages. I have no real valid excuse, mostly I just haven't had inspiration to write.

The trip to the beach with my friends ended up not being quite as much fun as I had imagined. It seemed that all everyone wanted to do was swim, lay around the condo, sleep, eat, and drink. I have no problem with those thing except for that we were at the beach....my friend hates the sand, so we only went to the beach once or twice which kinda sucked. My boyfriend had to stay home to work, so whenever I talked to him on the phone he had all these great ideas of things to go and do, but then no one would want to go with me, and how much fun is bumper cars when you have no friend to especially gang up on? I mean dont get me wrong, I had some great night with all my buddies and what not, I just started missing home and actually having a bed to sleep on and some real food. So came home, hung out with everyone that couldn't go down there, made me so much happier.

I was sposed to go to this Gay Pride festival in Baltimore today with my two darling gay buddies, but all of my friends got jumbled up, I missed the train and so now I have no one to go down with and walking the streets of baltimore by myself = bad idea. Not because its a city so much, but because I have horrible navigation skills..really horrible. Maybe the night will pick up, after all it is only 7.21, who knows what would happen by 8

I promise to write a more interesting post soon, well as soon as something interesting happens.

Meal of the day: Oatmeal with a Pear and Rye toast

Song of the day: Ive seen better days by Sublime