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Friday, September 27, 2002
02:44 p.m.
""Friday""
Table hockey at ryan's. aren't i lucky they have a computer in the room right next to the "table hockey area"? hmm. I have to babysit at 5:30. What "fun"
-Laura.
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Monday, September 23, 2002
08:20 p.m.
""The stars are Projectors, Yeah""
Am I missing out on something? I know that everyone says since I have never tried any "chemical substance" or such that that is the reason I don't support drugs of such. But I don't really even care to know what this "huge thing" is in the first place. I know myself well enough to say that, if I ever *did* become addicted I would never forigive myself for that very first time. So, in essence, my goal is to never even have a first time. Maybe a test of diligence for me?
I don't dismiss anyone who does do these things as dumb, but you should probably figure that if you are too baked to remember to do your portion of the group project that I will rat on you in a light-hearted manner. Regardless as to whether you indulge in those things, you fuck up our group grade badly, I shake my fist at you three times.
In case anyone is wondering if I am being irrational, irate, ignorant, or any other "i" word... Well. I had a shitty day right out of the sewer. It's hard to "feel the love" when people who are complaining about a B+ are trying to console your D-. I embrace my friends more than most people do, but somehow there are certain things I feel uncomfortable discussing. It's so attracitve to meet someone new; someone not from your school, who doesn't know your background, your grades, your friends, your idiocyncracies, and vice versa. In many respects, sure, I would like to open up to new people, and they to me, I hope? But where is one to start? I've put up such a blockade to people in my mind, ever since Del Mar, and I thought I conquered it, but no. I still crack jokes around people in hopes that I will win them over. They don't know me, really, they know my humor and my ugly squeking cackle. But that doesn't signify much, now does it?
So maybe my goal will be to get to know some new people within the next few weeks, and beyond, hopefully. I know what you're thinking... "it's insincere if you are forcing it" but no, it's something I *want* ... it would only be insincere if I was doing it bitterly and reluctantly.
It's not near as biting annoying as people turning in four semesters worth of CSF applications all in one sitting, even though they didn't contribute zilch for those two years, didn't give the money or community service... "it would just be nice to have that extra tassle at graduation. You know, a fashion accessory!"
-Laura.
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Sunday, September 22, 2002
10:11 a.m.
""Mailing Tape is not for Skin""
I know Maggie is online right now. I know so, because her line is busy and she updated about 45 minutes ago. And, of course, I want to ask her if our study group hours been changed, but she isn't on AIM. Methinks I might call her other phoneline, ne?
Last night was dorky in a "yeah well, we are all friends because we are nerds" manner. Jason, Carlie, Ryan and I chilled at Jessie's house, and played the ultimate test of vocabulary game. Scattergories. I love that game with all my heart. We even had a food excursion to Albertson's to cure the cravings we had for raw cookie dough, croissants, and bleu cheese. Of course, Ryan, who had been going shoe-less for the latter portion of the day is walking around the refridgerated section freezing his pinky toes off, and we just point and laugh. Jessica and Amber left an old Togo's sandwich from yesterday in Carlie's (sister's) car, and it was all hard and crusty. Then, they call Jason and tell him to look in his back seat, so we go out there and find... absolutely nothing. But we see Amber's car and chase it down anyway. Of course, when I get home and sarcastically tell Jessica "It was some great prank you pulled to not put anything in there..." she goes, "Uhhh, you didn't find it? We put the douch in there!" First instinct is to laugh. But wait. That's Jason's family's car. When they get in it tomorrow and younger Jared picks it up and asks his mom what it is... Well, that probably isn't the best situation.
By the way... God just had to make me short so that I had to sit in the middle so that Jason could see over me in the rear-view mirror. Yes, Jason, that is my sole purpose. Sure...
-Laura.
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Friday, September 20, 2002
11:39 p.m.
""Watch Out For Roadkill""
An exciting Friday for only having babysitting on my agenda. Afterwards I got a ride from JASON (YAY! First time!) to Alberton's to meet those guys Jessica and Amber have been hanging out with. And on the way back... Jason almost hit a deer! Whee! Okay, he avoided it better than most people... because, I mean, he couldn't just go forward; would hit the deer; couldn't go left; would go into lane of oncoming traffic, so left was the best option i would say. Props to him. And seriously... since when do Cops honestly give tickets for jaywalking?
-Laura.
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Monday, September 16, 2002
04:45 p.m.
""Clogged in one nasal passage""
Not much is pleasing to me. Allergies fucking me. No, not literally, you dolt. Pervert. I have 5 rolls of neon string. Any thoughts or suggestions as to what to do with it? Toilet Papering someone's house is out of the question. It doesn't work. I need some Random ideas. Speaking of random, I own Webster's Universal College Dictionary, Roget's Super Thesaurus, Oxford American Dictionary, and The American Heritage College Dictionary. Damn. Can yous say redundant? Of course you can, unless you have a speech impediment like I. I mean, me.
-Laura.
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Sunday, September 15, 2002
03:34 p.m.
""Slugs of banana""
Matt just left for his dorm. We moved him in yesterday. That room is the size of a pea. I mean, it's smaller that a walk-in closet. But, can't complain too much. At least he does have a place to stay, eh? It's just abit heavy on the heart when I know he won't be around. Things are much different. When I come home from school, there's a massive chunk of time when I am alone. To some people, they wouldn't mind, but I've been spoiled with company all my life. It's just so drab and lifeless. No one around to make you laugh; no one around to stop your tears.
I remember when I got my first C on a test in Sangha's Algebra class, I absolutly freaked out. At the time, it seemed like the world was crumbling at my feet, and the one person around to heave up the columns so that they wouldn't crush my eight grade height of 4 feet something... was Matt. Anyway, I know he will be back, but, it's times like these I think of only-children (know what i mean, right?) like Jessie and recognize a feeling she must get often.
-Laura.
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Saturday, September 14, 2002
10:58 a.m.
""""
What a hypocrite. And, sure everyone is a hypocrite. And I admit that. But, I'm such a heartless one! After I complain about people putting off their friends to consort with "new" people, I go and do the same thing! Someone needs to whip me into shape. Where is my mind? That Pixies song, you know... But really, Why can't I think straight? I used to be such a dedicated person. I wonder if we all have changed, or just me, or if everyone was like this but i was oblivious?
I hate being an ignorant person. And I hate sitting in the farthest out seat in English and Trig, with those retarded trapezoid tables, where I am can never hear Jason explaining anything, or am "in" an a joke.
That part doesn't miff me, I just don't like to be the last to know. I wish there was a way to broadcast things, so that no one was last, ever. Oh, oversentimental me.
-Laura.
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Friday, September 14, 2002
11:54 p.m.
""Under The Amazing Sun""
What a week. Thursday, my friends and I went to Leigh to visit the Tommster. The tangled spiderweb of connections extends even further, I swear. Everyone knows each other, they just haven't met some of the people yet...
Following that up, we had an eating contest at Happy Dayz. Alex, Ryan, and Billy tried to eat a six inch hamburger with four patties dripping in grease. Ryan actually did, in twelve or so minutes, mind you, and Billy was second since Alex, who was actually ahead of them to begin with gave up from ... stomach cramps, I guess? In the girls competition, with only two patties, Maggie won, followed very closely by Jessie, and then Beth. After they got first and second I decided not to stuff the extra inch of meat and lettuce into my belly. Yeah, yeah, so I "gave up." There will be better eating contests, maybe something not saturated in oil and fat, hopefully.
Friday was pretty nice, too. Most people either stayed home or went to the football game, but Maggie, Sam, and I ventured (for the I don't even know week in a row) to the Outhouse. And it was fun; there was an interesting plethora of people there, and more showed up by the end of the night. So, in some senses, we had a big, fat party with many a random person. Rosanna was there! Jessica came! Hmm, random Leigh people, what a strange thing? There were plenty of other people, too, but those are just the uncommoners, you could say. In fact, there was a certain drummer from a certain "thumbs-up" band, or so we think. Put a smile on my face.
I know what your thinking, "Talk about the music!!" but the truth is it was just about how I thought it to be. Everyone played nicely, though I've found Plans for Revenge isn't really my thing. Sorry, I'm just in a loathing mood to talk about having a good time. It came out fake. But that's how I feel.
-Laura.
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Wednesday, September 11, 2002
09:51 p.m.
""Masking tape over the eyes""
Sometimes it's insanely difficult to demostrate compassion toward a friend who know is having a difficult extra-curricular life. Normally, it wouldn't be such a forced attitude, but it's hard to endure explosions of contempt that seem entirely too much like a function of x periodic equaiton. My brother does this to me sometimes, and I, thinking he's just taking it out on me because I'm close to him, keep going back and eventually he thanks me and gets on with life...
But every situation is unique. I should learn my lesson not to meddle in other people's affairs. "If it hadn't been for you meddling kids...*shakes fist*" Gotta love Scooby Doo.
-Laura.
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Tuesday, September 10, 2002
08:23 p.m.
""adventures in treble-clef""
I'm a lazy girl, there's no doubt about it, takes a lazy boy to get me started!
My brother (Matt) is preparing to return for his second year at UC Santa Cruz. I can't say I am too excited about this. Alright, so I am a pussy for thinking lonely thoughts when he is only 20 minutes away and visits on weekends. It nags at me though, to have him so available; he's always online, yet still not be there to physically see. And no, a webcam is not the answer. Heh. My mom gets more worried than I do, understandably, but overall, the entire family suffers. I'm not blaming the fact that we end up eating an immense amount of fast food on him, but it really is pretty depressing. Even siblings who have a billion pet peeves of each other must miss them when they aren't there to vent on, I guess. Alright, so it's an overally common feeling. It's doesn't make it alright.
-Laura.
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Tuesday, September 10, 2002
05:01 p.m.
""atom bomb??""
Since when does Aeropostale, clothing company not-so-extraordinairre deserve to make films? Am I just too gullible to realize the commercials were fake? But look at them; they even have a release date and a voiceover who says, "coming exclusively to MTV on _____." That's cheap...
It always bothered me how once someone is famous they seem to do everything any person could ever want. Look at Jennifer Lopez, or, excuse me, J-lo: actress, dancer, singer, fashion designer, restaurant owner. Now, do you honestly think if she hadn't had a succesful singing career she would've been able to do all that? How unfair is it, for a normal person who desires any of the above dream jobs to spend 5 years in college and get thousands of dollars in loans to open a restaurant. That's actually really what I would like to do, but it pisses me off that someone who isn't going to be in the restaurant that often can just drop her wallet and add another occupation to her hit list. If she had just stuck to being a minor backup dancer in music videos, I highly doubt she would've been able to do that. Does she even have much of an education? And with all this, how many times has she been married, and for how long? Cripes. Im not saying I don't have respect for her, I'm saying most people respect her entirely too much. Top spot on all the Hot lists? Come on... she isn't that worthy, geez.
-Laura.
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Monday, September 9, 2002
02:08 p.m.
""Spaz-dance""
I got my free The Revolution Smile cd in the mail today. I till admit I thought it was a hoax; and they were only going to mail them out after they figured we had bought them already, but hey, a pleasant suprise. What can I say? it's just nice to have a little parcel waiting for you when you're dreading going home to write an essay about the New England colonies and the Chesapeake region. Pleh. Stalling? Me? Never...
-Laura.
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Sunday, September 8, 2002
07:58 p.m.
""dhur nur nur nur dhur nur nur nur""
At age 11, my dad once called me a homewrecker, and I being young but not ignorant to the term felt that he was wrongful for saying that when our family appeared "just fine." Now I feel myself looking at him and my mom and spitting it at both of them when they aren't looking. It seems like such a crude thing, to just think that of someone you are so inclined to cherish, but whom you wish to shove all your blames onto. People forget that everything goes both ways. Mom, you think Dad is unjust in becoming angry when you stay out until 11:30 at night with a bunch of guys in downtown. Can't we switch positions for a second here and look at this? It's no doubt he's jealous. How can you sit there and honestly say that you spend enough time with him? He cooks dinner for you; he helps you in that masculine way when you complain about your arthritis, and lets you be when you come home and rest, even though he gets home from work hours before you do and dedicates the remainder of that time to housework that you don't have to do. And then you blow him off for some weird guys you think are great, but then, wait, they aren't exactly fluent in English, are they now?
And Dad, every person needs their time away from home, and when Mom cuts back, you should show at least a smidgen of appreciation instead of shoving it back into her face by seeing shitty movies at the plaza theaters and splurging on lipid-filled snacks at bars. Having a competition as to who can stay out the latest isn't exactly a fortifying ideal within this relationship. And you know what else? Rebellion isn't the answer. The reason she nags you to take your insulin is because you need it to help your diabetes. The same goes for over-eating sweets and junk food. Why can't you guys just understand and get back on track? It makes me sick, after all the picturesque visions you've given me, to see you do this to eachother and just pretend nothing is going on just so that you don't shatter this frame I have created.
-Laura.
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Sunday, September 8, 2002
11:23 a.m.
""Foot sock sex or foot sox secks""
Last night provided some entertainment for me, but maybe that was only because I was afraid the house was going to burn to the ground with the bags of bread in the oven. That is what the directions told us to do, and hey, everything went unharmed, so it was fine. Besides that, and a stinky sweaty game of hockey in the parking lot, most else past 7:00 was comedic filler. Valerie and John throwing a shopping cart over the dumpster's fence, followed by my pushing Jenny around in it through the park and being asked for weed, or a "stoke" rather, by some pothead stoners who only had a lighter but nothing to burn with it. And yeah, I think there was a drug bust, what with that guy who parked in his car went up and talked to the kids, reparked, and sat there for 15 minutes before leaving.
And I'll even admit, we got scared good by you guys, popping out of the bush, it was classic goodness I believe.
The Friday show was many things rolled into one, like a fat joint, and yes, it smoked. Wasting Time was average pop-punk jumpy band, and not particularly my thing. I didn't even hardly see 5606, and the Moonlife was quite an experience for the three or four songs I was in there. It's seriously like Cher. Synthesized keyboard music, with a long-white-streak-haired frontman, and I do mean man, wearing eyeshadow and the works. The lyrics were elementary, but so it goes. The main attraction of the night was A Burning Water. I, personally, had not seen them since March, and with a drummer replacement and new songs, I was pleasantly suprised. I won't go into details, but it was nothing short of amazing. This show, performance wise, goes tops my list, second only to the show at the Noise Box, alterations and changes taken into account.
Lovely.
-Laura.
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Sunday, September 1, 2002
04:18 p.m.
""Nobody wants to go forever""
You know, as much as everyone has disowned MTV, you have to admit that Music in High Places is a really neat concept. Except for the fact that some of the episodes feature BBMak. Or is it BBMack?
Who sells doors, door to door? Does that job even exist?
You know what, I just figured out what I'd like to do. I mean, not something I would put out an immense amount of effort to, but something that, if I just had to pick a job out of anything... I would choose to write jingles for commercials. Yes, I would be the one to blame; the one who "needs to be taken out and shot." Demented.
-Laura.
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