O Hai Thur. I swear I didn't forget about this thing. I just didn't do anything interesting, or think of anything interesting in the last... few days. Oh I'm so boring. In any case, today a few interesting things ran across my mind. These are their stories:
Insensitive and Horrible thoughts? You Betcha:
Okay, so I was eating dinner on campus today, when a very interesting and intriguing sight happened to walk by. Now by interesting and intriguing, I mean interesting and intriguing to me in my friends, which really means, interesting and intriguing to horrible horrible h-e-double hockey sticks-bound people.
Disclaimer: These thoughts in no way shape or form reflect on the thoughts of society at large. The comments to follow are also in no way shape or form meant to be derogatory in any way, and I apologize for the inevitable backlash that will occur when I get famous and someone actually reads this crap. Long story short, if I ever run for President, or some other political, or other various important office, I hope like heck this doesn't come back and bite me in the metaphorical buttox.
That being said, lets begin. So I was sitting there, when this blind guy happened to walk by. Now the guy himself isn't what was so interesting and/or intriguing I see him quite frequently around campus and wasn't supprised to see him at the main dining location. Now, what really intrigued me, was the fact that he was on a cell phone. (This would be the horrible insensitive part, but let me assure you these questions only come about out of shear curiosity) Now personally, I know that I myself am fairly unobservant while talking on the phone and walking. I bump into all sorts of things that I should have seen or heard but did not due to the added distraction. (same goes for mp3 players really) herein lies my curiosity. Maybe I'm just clumsy (which really, I can be) but this morbidly curious part of me really wants to know how that all played out. He was walking really close to the wall, and seemed to be relying on his walking cane/stick more than normal. Maybe due to the temporary loss of a sense? I'm not sure. All I know, is that now I'm highly curious about this (seemingly) rare phenomina and would like to know more about the regularity of this action. Is it like driving and talking? Probably not the best idea, but not the worst either? Or is it just like walking and talking normally? Curious.
Also: Why doesn't the glue stick to the inside of the bottle? Curious.
Quote of the Day:
"Hey my friend, I see your eyes are troubled, care to share your time with me?"
-Dave Matthews Band
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24.2.09
16.2.09
Battle of the Sexes
Whats this? A post? Lies and Deceit! I blame the lateness of this on my sickness. It doesn't matter that I've only been sick for a day or two, that totally covers the whole 'five days since I last posted' thing. Don't question me. Now, in slightly related news, they totally need to come up with a useful application for snot. I mean really, we produce this crap by the bucket load, and it's completely useless. Maybe a car that runs on snot? That should lower gas prices...
Random Non-Snot Related Thought:
So its girl scout cookie time again, which got me thinking. The boy scouts really got the crap end of the business deal here. I mean really, everyone loves girl scout cookies. Those tiny (mostly) adorable little girls come 'round with their little brown and green vests on, patches everywhere, and sparkly happiness in their eyes and ask you if you want to buy some cookies. Not just any cookies, damn delicious cookies. It's almost impossible to resist. Then on the opposing team, are the boy scouts. Rowdy little thugs, in full uniform, dirt stains abound, and scratches on their knees, asking if you want popcorn. Yes popcorn. Boring, plain old popcorn. Seriously? Talk about the short end of the stick, delicious cookies vs. mediocre popcorn. The boy scouts really lost this business deal. Most of the time, they don't even have the cuteness factor to make up for the crappy marketing scheme. On the plus side, at least the boy scouts get to do stuff.
Quote of the Day:
" 'Light fuse and get away' may work for a Roman candle, but no so much for the wrath of a woman scorned."
-Jeph Jacques
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Now playing: Finger Eleven - Sense Of A Spark
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Random Non-Snot Related Thought:
So its girl scout cookie time again, which got me thinking. The boy scouts really got the crap end of the business deal here. I mean really, everyone loves girl scout cookies. Those tiny (mostly) adorable little girls come 'round with their little brown and green vests on, patches everywhere, and sparkly happiness in their eyes and ask you if you want to buy some cookies. Not just any cookies, damn delicious cookies. It's almost impossible to resist. Then on the opposing team, are the boy scouts. Rowdy little thugs, in full uniform, dirt stains abound, and scratches on their knees, asking if you want popcorn. Yes popcorn. Boring, plain old popcorn. Seriously? Talk about the short end of the stick, delicious cookies vs. mediocre popcorn. The boy scouts really lost this business deal. Most of the time, they don't even have the cuteness factor to make up for the crappy marketing scheme. On the plus side, at least the boy scouts get to do stuff.
Quote of the Day:
" 'Light fuse and get away' may work for a Roman candle, but no so much for the wrath of a woman scorned."
-Jeph Jacques
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Now playing: Finger Eleven - Sense Of A Spark
via FoxyTunes
11.2.09
So Lonely
Whats this? I've managed to post 2 days in a row? Shenanigans. But really, I'm posting today because I amused myself in English today. I honestly need help. We were supposed to be working on a 1st person draft. Prompt for class tonight was something about writing from the perspective of either someone home alone in a vulnerable position while an intruder breaks in, or from the perspective of the intruder him/herself. Now, I couldn't come up with a prompt all week, so I didn't write anything. But then, I get in class. And this wonderful magical idea comes to me when she gives us the next prompt. Something about where lonely people would be. Here's how my thought process went: Lonely people --> Zombies --> lonely zombies --> OMG I BET THE WITCH IS LONELY --> Lonely witch is crying --> crying = vulnerable --> lonely vulnerable crying witch in a room --> Zoey and team intrude --> 1st person vulnerable/intruder/lonely story get!
Random Thought/Draft of Wendesday: (maybe i'll make this a weekly feature?)
Why Me? Where did everyone go? Why'd they leave me here? They said they'd never leave me. They said they loved me. Why does everyone always leave me? Why can't I stop crying? What was that? Mommie? No... That's not mommie... She is pretty though. I like her shoes. I wonder if mommie will buy some for me. Maybe she knows where mommie is! Wait, whats that? Why is she pointing that thing at me? It looks like one of those things daddy told me not to play with. What'd that lady just say? Witch? I havn't seen any witch... Hey there are more of them! Maybe they'll help me find mommie. That man has a funny hat, I wonder why they're all so dirty. Now they're all pointing those things at me, maybe they're gonna get that witch the pretty lady was talking about. My arm. Why can't I feel my arm any more? I can move it, but I can't feel it. Whats this hole? They did this. The pretty lady, the man in the funny hat, their friends. They did this to me! I'll show them. I'll show her. I'm not crying any more mommie. The pretty lady, she's not moving anymore mommie. Theres blood everywhere mommie, I'm sorry I made a mess. But mommie, I like this feeling. I think I'll get the one with the tatoos next...
Yes. Yes I did just write a terrible DRAFT (key word here, it's supposed to be crap) about the witch being some little abandoned lonely zombie foster kid beating the crap out of Zoey (who totally missed the headshot, LAME) and eventually Francis ('cause really, who likes Francis?). Louis and Bill make it though. They're BAMFz. Whose mommie? I have no idea. Pretend she's Gaara and talks to a gourd of sand on her back or something, sheesh.
Quote of The Day:
"When I find that witch, I'll give her something to cry about."
-Francis (Left 4 Dead)
(oh Francis, how little you know...)
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Now playing: The Academy Is... - Bulls In Brooklyn
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Random Thought/Draft of Wendesday: (maybe i'll make this a weekly feature?)
Why Me? Where did everyone go? Why'd they leave me here? They said they'd never leave me. They said they loved me. Why does everyone always leave me? Why can't I stop crying? What was that? Mommie? No... That's not mommie... She is pretty though. I like her shoes. I wonder if mommie will buy some for me. Maybe she knows where mommie is! Wait, whats that? Why is she pointing that thing at me? It looks like one of those things daddy told me not to play with. What'd that lady just say? Witch? I havn't seen any witch... Hey there are more of them! Maybe they'll help me find mommie. That man has a funny hat, I wonder why they're all so dirty. Now they're all pointing those things at me, maybe they're gonna get that witch the pretty lady was talking about. My arm. Why can't I feel my arm any more? I can move it, but I can't feel it. Whats this hole? They did this. The pretty lady, the man in the funny hat, their friends. They did this to me! I'll show them. I'll show her. I'm not crying any more mommie. The pretty lady, she's not moving anymore mommie. Theres blood everywhere mommie, I'm sorry I made a mess. But mommie, I like this feeling. I think I'll get the one with the tatoos next...
Yes. Yes I did just write a terrible DRAFT (key word here, it's supposed to be crap) about the witch being some little abandoned lonely zombie foster kid beating the crap out of Zoey (who totally missed the headshot, LAME) and eventually Francis ('cause really, who likes Francis?). Louis and Bill make it though. They're BAMFz. Whose mommie? I have no idea. Pretend she's Gaara and talks to a gourd of sand on her back or something, sheesh.
Quote of The Day:
"When I find that witch, I'll give her something to cry about."
-Francis (Left 4 Dead)
(oh Francis, how little you know...)
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Now playing: The Academy Is... - Bulls In Brooklyn
via FoxyTunes
10.2.09
Baby Don't Hurt Me...
So I decided to post again. Welcome back to the (not so) dailey luls. Honestly, I'm still doing much better than I expected. So its totally February. February is a month of evil. An abnormally short month, which I might add, has always confused me. A month dedicated to black history, another thing that confuses me. Why dedicate one month to black history, what about all the other peoples that were oppressed and whatnot. Anywho, thats a rant for another day. But what really makes February evil, is Valentines Day, which leads me into today's thought (and by today's, I really mean the thought of the month, 'cause it's always there at the back of my mind, haunting me.)
Sinister Thoughts That Won't Let Me Sleep Properly:
Valentines Day, a hallmark holiday. Created for thoughts of love and togetherness and love and love and tiny baby's armed with arrows of doom. (I need to have a little chat with this baby, his aim is off. This chat will involve violence.) Oh the joys of the couples holiday. And by that, I really mean, wow, this sucks. Happy Singles Awareness Day everyone. People seem to loose their minds this time of year. Legitimately loose there frickin minds. For some reason, people get it in their heads that its not ok to be single this time of year. Everyone scrambles off in this search for their 'ONE TRUE LOVE. ONE LOVE TO RULE THEM ALL. ONE LOVE TO FIND THEM. ONE LOVE TO BRING THEM ALL AND IN THE DARKNESS... GROPE THEM?' (yes, that was a horribly done LotR reference, you don't have to injure me for it, the thought that I just typed that is pain enough.) Now personally, I'm not too bitter about the whole single thing (those candy hearts are nasty anyway) my own fear lies with cupid and his horrible arrows. What if the dumb little flying baby shoots someone else? And they happen to look my way? WHAT THEN?!? The traditional course of action is to flee and recoup at some other point in space, far far away. But when theres a campus full of ronrey peoples, and a baby with terrible aim, hope is lost.
Plan B: kill the zombies, save the world.
I like plan B. (which by the way, needs a much better name, the innuendo in that is just sickening)
PS: the shear amount of songs about love in my library makes me giggle.
Quote of the Day:
Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
-Matt Groening
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Now playing: Gnarls Barkley - Gone Daddy Gone
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Sinister Thoughts That Won't Let Me Sleep Properly:
Valentines Day, a hallmark holiday. Created for thoughts of love and togetherness and love and love and tiny baby's armed with arrows of doom. (I need to have a little chat with this baby, his aim is off. This chat will involve violence.) Oh the joys of the couples holiday. And by that, I really mean, wow, this sucks. Happy Singles Awareness Day everyone. People seem to loose their minds this time of year. Legitimately loose there frickin minds. For some reason, people get it in their heads that its not ok to be single this time of year. Everyone scrambles off in this search for their 'ONE TRUE LOVE. ONE LOVE TO RULE THEM ALL. ONE LOVE TO FIND THEM. ONE LOVE TO BRING THEM ALL AND IN THE DARKNESS... GROPE THEM?' (yes, that was a horribly done LotR reference, you don't have to injure me for it, the thought that I just typed that is pain enough.) Now personally, I'm not too bitter about the whole single thing (those candy hearts are nasty anyway) my own fear lies with cupid and his horrible arrows. What if the dumb little flying baby shoots someone else? And they happen to look my way? WHAT THEN?!? The traditional course of action is to flee and recoup at some other point in space, far far away. But when theres a campus full of ronrey peoples, and a baby with terrible aim, hope is lost.
Plan B: kill the zombies, save the world.
I like plan B. (which by the way, needs a much better name, the innuendo in that is just sickening)
PS: the shear amount of songs about love in my library makes me giggle.
Quote of the Day:
Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
-Matt Groening
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Now playing: Gnarls Barkley - Gone Daddy Gone
via FoxyTunes
8.2.09
Pack Animal
Hullo there. So I totally missed yesterdays post. Maybe I'll post twice today as compensation? I doubt it, but it's still a possibility. In any case, the thought from this post stems from yesterdays thoughts, so I think that counts as a post for yesterday. Oh well, I'm still doing better than I thought I would. I still remember this thing exists lol.
Thought of the Day:
With the recent public acceptance of the atrocious literaterature that is the Twilight saga, theres been a lot of talk about Vampires and Werewolves.
Now personally, I have a love/hate relationship with the Twilight saga. And by that, I mean I am fully aware of how horrible the writing is (though, thankfully Meyers writing improves slightly over the course of the series), of how ridiculous the plot is, of how the thing truly reads like a giagantic piece of mediocre fanfiction. But for some reason, I couldn't put the thing down. I love the characters. Well, most of the characters. Bella is a total Mary Sue. And Edwards a creeper. Anyway, enough about that. Twilight makes me feel like a dirty literary hoar (albeit a very happy one).
Back to the point of this. Vampires or Werewolves? Leeches or Mutts. Whats your choice? Now, I'm not talking about twilight vamps and wolves, I'm talking about in general. Being a breathtakingly georgus nightwalker, or a (sometimes) uncontrollable shapeshifter.
Me? I run with the pack.
Quote of the Day:
"I don't care what you think, as long as its about me. The best of us can find happiness in misery."
-Fall Out Boy
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Now playing: Fall Out Boy - Tiffany Blews
via FoxyTunes
Thought of the Day:
With the recent public acceptance of the atrocious literaterature that is the Twilight saga, theres been a lot of talk about Vampires and Werewolves.
Now personally, I have a love/hate relationship with the Twilight saga. And by that, I mean I am fully aware of how horrible the writing is (though, thankfully Meyers writing improves slightly over the course of the series), of how ridiculous the plot is, of how the thing truly reads like a giagantic piece of mediocre fanfiction. But for some reason, I couldn't put the thing down. I love the characters. Well, most of the characters. Bella is a total Mary Sue. And Edwards a creeper. Anyway, enough about that. Twilight makes me feel like a dirty literary hoar (albeit a very happy one).
Back to the point of this. Vampires or Werewolves? Leeches or Mutts. Whats your choice? Now, I'm not talking about twilight vamps and wolves, I'm talking about in general. Being a breathtakingly georgus nightwalker, or a (sometimes) uncontrollable shapeshifter.
Me? I run with the pack.
Quote of the Day:
"I don't care what you think, as long as its about me. The best of us can find happiness in misery."
-Fall Out Boy
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Now playing: Fall Out Boy - Tiffany Blews
via FoxyTunes
6.2.09
Lauren Blogs?
Well, here's my ill-fated foray into the blog sphere. Quite honestly, I'll be surprised if this thing lasts more than a week or two (if that), but hey, I figure I'll give it a shot. Billions of teenage girls can blog about their daily lives, why can't I blog about mine? And by mine, I really mean random thoughts and things I find funny. I won't bore you with the minute details of my life (much).
I'm really only doing this out of spite. I signed up for the school website, hopefully to blog, and they totally forgot about me. Depressing, I know, yadda yadda yadda. In any case, now my random thoughts will go on googles blog thinggy. Their loss (or gain if I turn out to be a waste of bandwith).
In anycase, here goes. I hope I don't bore you too much.
Todays Random Thought:
So hypothetically speaking, what would you do if you had a twin? And your twin, (s)he happens to be a huge narcissist. Like, the biggist Narcissist since Narcissus himself. Completly and totally in love with the way (s)he looks. Now, this narcissistic twin of yours, happens to be homosexual. What then?Would you be concerned?
Unfortunantly, I've been tainted by the internet. The word twincest comes to mind. These are the kind of things I think about...
Quote of the Day:
"Secrets are like herpes. If you got 'em you might as well spread 'em around."
-Harken (Mass Effect)
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Now playing: Matchbox Twenty - All I Need
via FoxyTunes
I'm really only doing this out of spite. I signed up for the school website, hopefully to blog, and they totally forgot about me. Depressing, I know, yadda yadda yadda. In any case, now my random thoughts will go on googles blog thinggy. Their loss (or gain if I turn out to be a waste of bandwith).
In anycase, here goes. I hope I don't bore you too much.
Todays Random Thought:
So hypothetically speaking, what would you do if you had a twin? And your twin, (s)he happens to be a huge narcissist. Like, the biggist Narcissist since Narcissus himself. Completly and totally in love with the way (s)he looks. Now, this narcissistic twin of yours, happens to be homosexual. What then?Would you be concerned?
Unfortunantly, I've been tainted by the internet. The word twincest comes to mind. These are the kind of things I think about...
Quote of the Day:
"Secrets are like herpes. If you got 'em you might as well spread 'em around."
-Harken (Mass Effect)
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Now playing: Matchbox Twenty - All I Need
via FoxyTunes
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