| From the Robbit |
[23 May 2008|10:34am] |
Comment and I will...
1. Tell you why I friended you.
2. Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a color, a photo, etc.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
7. In return, you must post this in your LJ.
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| Writer's Block: Nicknames |
[22 May 2008|12:15pm] |
Lu, Laur, Laurel, LJ, Laurba [the Greek], Ura, Loz, Laura Lou
Lu is the nickname my dad has for me, shortened from "Lulies." My mom just calls me Laur.
Laurel is Abby's nickname for me, so Bucky also calls me it sometimes.
LJ is self explanatory, though I'm always amazed by how people call me that.
Laurba is the result of a typo by Valbs. Tristan thought it sounded like "Zorba," so I became "Laurba the Greek" - along with other variations.
Ura is Jess's nickname for me since I call her Ica.
Loz is what people in England have started calling me, as they don't say "Laur."
Laura Lou is what one of my co-workers calls me - Lord knows why.
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[10 May 2008|10:18am] |
I wrote this poem last spring in Creative Writing. I'm quite fond of it, but I wonder what you guys think:
Henry
He jumps once, twice, projects himself with a twist
like a corkscrew into the cool, dark waters of the swimming pool.
He lifts himself, dripping, out
and into the crepuscular labyrinth of the empty sun chairs.
He dries himself,
buttons the shirt his girlfriend picked out for him.
“It’s chic,” she had said as she tugged on the seams.
If he were feeling more devious,
more like he used to,
he never would have agreed to buy it.
But the devil in him has worn down;
even now he knows his Mephistopheles will one day
disappear altogether in a spontaneous act of rebellion.
He thinks of his girlfriend’s smile,
a sideways smirk peculiar to her face.
He had never seen anything like it,
and she knew it
and with that knowledge she molded him into the man she wanted him to be.
Now the sky turns emerald,
and small rays of sunlight filter over the hills
like the halo over Jesus’ head in old church paintings
and he wonders if the sky really turns green before a tornado,
and are those clouds portentous,
and if he started driving now, could he make it in time to watch the sunrise over the ocean?
She will be expecting him for dinner. Pasta again, probably.
He is not cynical,
but he sometimes wishes that, after falling asleep together,
she’d be gone in the morning.
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[16 Apr 2008|10:06pm] |
I've been listening to my Girl Group Greats CD, and I'm amazed by the song "Johnny Get Angry" by Joanie Summers. I mean, the lyrics are ridiculous:
Every girl wants someone who
She can always look up to
You know I love you, of course
Let me know that you're the boss, oh,
Johnny get angry, Johnny get mad
Give me the biggest lecture I ever had
I want a brave man, I want a caveman
Johnny, show me that you care, really care for me
Though the kazoo solo in the middle is pretty spectacular.
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[10 Apr 2008|10:49pm] |
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Amsterdam tomorrow, bitches.
You know you're jealous :)
Me and the beautiful Paul are going to paint the town red:
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[03 Apr 2008|01:29pm] |
Comment with a theme, and I'll make you a music mix. Like, music to listen to while eating nachos. Or something less lame. Request as many as you can come up with; I'll do them all!
That way I can make mixes while I'm here and give them to people when I get back :)
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| Bored at work (again) |
[27 Feb 2008|11:11am] |
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( So, survey! )
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| The deer, now blinded, stumbles into a ravine |
[14 Feb 2008|11:40am] |
In keeping with the holiday, here's a video which I think pretty much describes the tribulations of love:
On another note, Tristan comes tomorrow! :)
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[31 Dec 2007|08:25pm] |
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Cake - It's Coming Down |
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( 2007 )
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| Really, really bored at work |
[21 Dec 2007|03:42pm] |
Been contemplating getting another tattoo, possibly Yeats-ian in nature. I was thinking of this picture, maybe with a quote from "The Phases of the Moon": "He'd crack his wits/Day after day, yet never find the meaning."
Not like I have the money for it. Or know where on my body I'd put it. Just something I'm thinking about.
AWESOME EDIT: All I did today at work was surf the internet and dog-sit, and I was rewarded with two bottles of wine! Sweet!
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| An open letter to the British people: |
[21 Dec 2007|01:04pm] |
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Dear England,
Why? Why butter on everything? Why is there butter on my chicken, mango, and lettuce sandwich? Surely the mango is enough!
Love,
Laura
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[08 Dec 2007|09:06pm] |
YEAR IN REVIEW: Take the first sentence (or two) from the first post of each month of 2007. That's your year in review. Italics are updates if need be.
January: Every break, I'm reminded of how much I can't wait to get out of this house and out of this town. I hate being dependent on anyone.
February: This M.C. Escher picture is above my bed and is exactly how I feel right now:
March: Free Will Astrology is usually pretty dead on.
April: One week until Alex is in Gettysburg!! :-D
May: So, I'm sitting on the first floor of the library in the back with all the couches.
June: For those of you who don't know, my grandfather passed away two days ago. It all seems surreal, even though I saw him lying there, the shell of his body left in the hospital bed.
July: [Apparently, I was too busy in July to write anything at all.]
August: I'm going to post what books I have been reading/am reading this summer. Maybe later I'll write a boring post of stuff you already know: how much I miss Gettysburg and how much I'm looking forward to England and how much work sucks.
September: I was thinking on my drive home from the gym today, and I realized that all the times I've felt happiest and most confident with who I am have been while I was abroad.
October: Schools I want to attend for grad school, in descending order:
November: It's a lot easier to stay positive about life in general if I don't spend the entire day sitting around the house. I've mainly been thinking that things between Alex and I might be all in the past (even though there's been nothing said to spark this thought). I THINK TOO DAMN MUCH.
December: Things that are kind of weird about England that I forgot about:
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[06 Dec 2007|02:39pm] |
I have a house now! Hooray! The kitchen and living room leave something to be desired, but the room is nice and has a double bed. There's 7 other people, and I've only met one so far, so it should be exciting. I hope I meet them soon so I don't feel like a stranger in my own house :-p. I live in the basement, though, and the ceiling is really low, so if you're over 6'1" or so, you can't come visit...or, at least you can't sleep in my room.
I also have a job interview at a hotel today. Double hooray! I'm not really sure what the position is, but I guess I'll find out in an hour or so.
So, in short, write me letters!
51 St. Mary's Road
Oxford, England OX4 1PY
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[04 Dec 2007|02:59pm] |
Things that are kind of weird about England that I forgot about:
- Unlike in America, there is no standard as to which side the cold and hot water taps have to be. This means you might think you're getting cold water until your hands start burning.
- Forget pedestrian right-of-way. In fact, I'm pretty sure that most motorists here try to run you over.
- No matter what it looks like outside when you leave the house, you should bring an umbrella. Otherwise, you will get wet.
- I didn't really forget this, but I forgot the magnitude. The British put mayonnaise and/or butter on EVERYTHING. Proceed with caution when ordering a sandwich.
- Sleeping in hostels sucks a lot when there's a club across the street and the person sleeping above you snores like a lumberjack.
Even though I had the potential to see another house, I think I'd like to move into the one I saw yesterday. It's big, and while the living room and kitchen are not the prettiest things to look at, my room would be big and clean. Besides, I also like the fact that there are 7 other people in the house, so the chances of me making friends are much higher. I also want to get out of this hostel ASAP. I need a bank account and a job.
On that note, I think I'm going to take a nap.
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[29 Nov 2007|11:10pm] |
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To quote from November 9th:
"It's a lot easier to stay positive about life in general if I don't spend the entire day sitting around the house. I've mainly been thinking that things between Alex and I might be all in the past (even though there's been nothing said to spark this thought)."
WHY IS MY INTUITION ALWAYS RIGHT?? And why doesn't it ever give me feelings about nice things? :(
I'm sad and hurt, but I do know it's the right thing because it's not going to be like last time and it's not going to be the way I imagine it. Bah. I just feel dumb.
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[27 Nov 2007|12:43pm] |
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Yesterday, my mom, my uncle, and I went to my grandmother's house for dinner. When my mom and I got there, my uncle was sitting in the seat my grandfather always sat in, in the exact same position. The table lamp was blocking his face, so for a moment I thought it was my grandfather. I wasn't surprised to see my grandfather sitting there - in fact, what shocked me the most was how easily I was about to say, "Hi, Pop Pop."
When will it be real? Does it ever get real?
In other not so depressing news, I leave tonight! I'm so ready to go, though, and the hours are crawling. Hurry up, England!
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