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[28 Jun 2006|05:30pm] |
finallyyyyy i got a cell phone...988-8314.
LEAVE YOUR NUMBERS.
kay, thanks, bye.
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[25 Sep 2005|08:11pm] |
it's my birthday on friday. seventeen.
i'm not excited.
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[23 Aug 2005|02:06pm] |
P.S. MADELEINE IS MY FAVORITE FRIEND EVER. SHE IS THE SUPER-DE-DUPEREST, BESTEST, MOST FUNNIEST, MOST CRAZIEST, MOST LOVELIEST GIRL EVER.
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[18 Jun 2005|10:34pm] |
okay so it's been a crazy day. (as usual.)
alex fell and broke his wrist in two places at his soccer game. he has a cast that goes all the way over his elbow and now his summer of doing crazy sports is pretty much nonexistent. so we're sending him to math camp. just kidding. apparently tom mooseker did the same thing a long time ago. THEY'RE TWINS! that's cool.
i'm going to iowa tomorrow! IOWA! in less than like 8 hours or something ridiculous like that. and i'm flying all by myself! now i'm a little nervous. uh oh. plus, i'm far from being packed. anyway, i'll try to send out group emails so leave your address if you want to hear about all the midwestern guys that wear overalls and no underwear that i'm going to hook up with. or something.
HAVE FUN TAKING ALL YOUR FINALS, LOSERTRONS!
peace to yah mutha.
loveeee, lauraaaaaa
(P.S. b- i left all your shoes in a bag and told my family about them. stop by my house anytime and just ring the doorbell and pick them up!)
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[10 Jun 2005|10:38pm] |
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I HATE BOYS.
Like, they suck. Period. I'm so sick of relationships or friendships or whatever they are's being so good and fun one second and then being completely weird the next second. What's up with that? What happened to the mutual feeling of hey, i enjoy your company and it seems like you enjoy mine, so, like, maybe, we should, um hang out? Hang out like friends. Hang out like have fun. That's not an epiphany folks, that's common sense. Work with me? Please? Anybody? Bueller? Boys are just stupid. Any member of the male species that wants to sway me, please comment. Anybody? Bueller? (Okay, I'm done; I swear.)
In other news, right now, my life is a ( mess )
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[04 Jun 2005|10:46pm] |
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great night.
great conversation.
great food.
great park.
great walter.
great ( girl )
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| OMG RESEARCH PAPER IS DONE. 10 PAGES IN 2 DAYS. |
[15 May 2005|07:31pm] |
what is with me?
why don't i just tell you:
meals eaten in the past 2 days: 3
times left the house in the past 2 days: 1
caramel frapucinos drunk in the past 2 days: 3
homework done in the past 2 days: 1 3-page take the lead application with extracurricular hours nonsense, 1 10-page research paper
homework that needs to be done in the next 5 hours: 3 weeks' of acting journals, 1 chemistry post-lab, 2 days' of struggle homework
i feel like i need to say that something was priceless here, but nothing was. so shut up mastercard.
my room is going to be the best room ever. and if you want to see, you can just come over anytime and trample through my house with the rest of the citizens of spring glen.
this whole weekend i've wanted to go down to the house we rent in cape cod with a bunch of friends, party, and go in the freezing cold ocean at 3 o'clock in the morning. prom? or just me wanting to get away and have fun and not do homework. iowa? please.
this entry sucked.
shut up, laura. you're being as indecisive as the weather.
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[01 May 2005|06:26pm] |
ever since florida, i've been getting these sudden waves of tiredness that creep up to my body and then crash down upon my head, leaving me spinning. usually they come as i'm eating dinner, and my stomach begins to bloat, and i try to stop eating but i keep on nibbling anyway. suddenly i can't keep my head above water and i can't center myself and i feel like a gigantic mass of nothing with no purpose. so then i excuse myself and cuddle in my bed, alone, and try to resurface. it doesn't take too long until i'm back again, but they've been happening so often that i just need someone to throw me a rescue device, and save me from this infinite ocean.
well, that was figuratively speaking, or something.
i got into Iowa in florida, and i can't believe i really did it. i still can't shake this feeling that i don't really belong, but i'm trying to just be happy. maybe the midwest will be good for me, because it's an understatement to say that i need some wide open space. it seems this year i've not only grown out of my friends, but i've grown out of my body, my room, and my life.
april wasn't astounding, even though it was supposed to be. april was chaotic, hectic, and stressful. april began the up-down, turn-a-round, jump-in-place kinda life i seem to be living. there are perks and then there are depressions to being a wallflower. things are good and then things are bad and i swear to god, i really don't understand how that works.
mock trial was so bittersweet that i was crying and laughing at the same time, all at once, with a red face and tear-stained cheeks, my mouth in a frown and giggles escaping from it. the point is, is that we cried just a little and we laughed in the middle, but still we didn't make it. it's sad because we lost, it's sadder because we made it so far, but it's saddest because it's mr. schark's last year.
things are up and down and all around. i need spring, i need long walks, i need a clear head, i need to write until forever, i need good music, i need a cute boy, i need intelligent conversations, i need someone who cares about me, but all seem to be hiding behind the periodic table of elements.
in other news, man who came to dinner is awesome. i saw mamma mia! this weekend and it was, get ready for this, take a seat, and breathe... better than wicked. i'll expand if you ask me to in school. but i really have found that appreciation for the stage that seemed to be missing.
to finish, i just hope i can get through this week and this year without fainting, breaking down, looking up, isolating myself, finding myself, losing more friends, doing less homework, being ungrateful, making mistakes, having more panic attacks, unravelling completely or drowning in that infinte ocean. i hope you make it too, and, if you're willing, i hope you can be that rescue device and save me.
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[08 Mar 2005|08:15pm] |
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i think this winter breeds apathy. i think we all are a little lost inside of ourselves, tucked underneath sweaters and jackets and scarves. i think it's been too long since we let our hair loose and skipped on the grass with bare feet. i think we all need a little summer, a little sunshine.
( so i'm going to share some of my happiness with you )
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[26 Feb 2005|01:12am] |
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SILENCE. gigglegigglegigglegiggle. SNARF. gigglegigglegigglegigglegiggle. COUGHCOUGHCOUGH. gigglegigglegiggle. MOVE IN SEAT AND MAKE A WEIRD NOISE. gigglegigglegigglegiggle.
god, that was fun(ny).
laura's mom: "but really, it was so hard to stay quiet in that theatre. i almost felt like i couldn't breath!"
but, seriously, it was a good play.
i swear.
( i leave you with this )
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| THINGS TO BE HAPPY ABOUT |
[20 Feb 2005|09:51pm] |
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-Leah's mittens. Good lord, it was one of those moments where you just have uncontrollable giggles. Me-ow.
-DSPP. 11:30 dance party, holler!
-MISS PREEN X 48904567895678. Because I love this role. And this play is so funny. And I actually, truly, really, seriously, got in. I'm still in shock.
-I just downloaded Sibo's recommendation of Tori Amos "Smells Like Teen Spirit" and I've listened to it, oh, 570 times already. I'm excited to go through Sibo's entire livejournal and rape it of all music.
-Vacation. I can...relax? Weird. I've been running on pure adrenaline these past two weeks.
-Wanting to be friends with boys and nothing more.
-Amazingly, adoringly, fantastically cute bathing suits from Delia's.
-And those cute sandals from Urban that look like you would wear them with a toga.
-Both of which I will make my parents buy for me because I want them. Brat?
-My computer being back on the internet. I've already livejournal and myspace stalked all of my favorite people. If I need to know anything, I literally scream with joy when I open google in 0.2 seconds.
-Using the word google as a verb. Becuase I googled your mom. Except, wait, that's overrated. But your dad is underrated.
-FLORIDA IN APRIL. AND BEFORE THAT, WICKED APRIL 6TH.
-The idea of spring. That I can wear skirts and tank tops and sandals. And be tan.
Love, love, love!
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| basketball at night |
[15 Feb 2005|06:45pm] |
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cold air, black night, trying to forget,
ignore everything but the night, everything but the present,
with a bright orange ball and an even brighter kid
bounce, bounce, bounce
it felt good to bond with alex
i couldn't ask for a better younger brother.
so i thought to myself, why don't i do this more often?
what has been stopping me from ignoring the catcalls of the night, soothing and infinite and omnipresent,
and the excited chatter of a sixth grader who was thrilled with the world?
did you know that Montrel is the funniest kid in school? he took sylvia's bag of potato chips, crushed them under his foot, gave them back, and said "eat foot" ?
giggle, giggle, giggle
do you remember sixth grade?
sixth grade was nail polish, TGIF, teacher's pet, and the threshold of innocence--
i bounced the ball harder, stronger, throwing all my anxieties into that faded, weared, and teared orange
fingers thawed pink, pinker than pink, pinker than orange, colder than cold,
continually dribbling, up and down and up and down,
pacing back and forth and back and forth--
who's on first, what's on second, i don't know's on third
this audition is so much more than a part in a play, but i'm not admitting that out loud.
who's on first, what's on second, i don't know's on third
i want it so bad. i want him so bad. no one knows.
competition. competing with the night and the air for possession of the ball, competing with beautiful for handsome, throwing myself vulnerably into the hoop....and missing.
it's nothing but net. sarcastic, but funny, as i miss again.
i can't play basketball. i can't get him. i can't win.
smack the ball, hit the pavement, return safely,
thud, thud, thud- who's. on. first.
i had so much control over that ball.
why can't i have that kind of control in my life?
bounce, bounce, bounce
pausing only to hold that ball and the silence of the street, in my buzzing fingers, looking up, hopefully, as a car speeded by--
was that him?
it was never him. it was the kid down the street, the garbage man, my neighbor who came home to an empty house with a child who said "papa has his own house now. i can go visit him." she spent valentine's day, which was her birthday, all by herself. her child still doesn't understood 'separated.'
why did he do that to her? why am i doing this to myself?
i haven't been able to concentrate all week. maybe i should go play some more basketball.
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| SO MUCH LIGHT |
[13 Feb 2005|03:04pm] |
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i am going to miss radium girls so much.
i never thought i'd say it, but i freaking love that play.
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[22 Jan 2005|09:27pm] |
there is so much newness in my life, sometimes it's hard to put it into words.
except that's what i am. a writer.
someone who takes experiences and feelings and thoughts and ideas and puts them onto paper.
so i guess what i am trying to say, is, why don't i update anymore?
more importantly, why don't i write in my own journal anymore?
i seem to have lost touch. with many more things, and people, than just this livejournal...
this usually public, sometimes not-so-public, place to write and confide about my life.
my life, which i am starting to realize,
is a tipsy-topsy, under-over, zippity-do-dah, kind of life.
it's like the natural high you get when you run
in the frigid cold cold cold wind of New England's finest winter
in nothing more than jeans and a jacket and a thin pair of socks
and you realize
that you are doing something you probably shouldn't be doing,
something that will probably hurt you in the long run,
but you do it anyway. because you've got a best friend by your side
a smile on your face,
and a giddy feeling in your heart-
the memory will last a lot longer than the cold will.
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[01 Aug 2004|01:02am] |
so tomorrow...err, technically speaking, today...i'm going to cape cod for two weeks.
yeah.
you'll realize that i don't like to spend my summers in connecticut.
bye darlings!
p.s. make sure we do something when i get back, but it has to be in the four day increment between my coming back and my leaving because then i leave to go to arizona!
dag! (patent: claire bogart)
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[26 Jul 2004|12:47am] |
dude, summer started tonight.
i know, a little late. but from london and my one week recuperation period, well, the real summer just was kind of an inconvenienve. but finally, friends and fun and fondue. minus the last one.
ANYWAY, what i'm trying to say is that abby was amazing in her play. and that i was really proud of her.
so of course london was amazing. LONDON. coming back to hamden, ct, was not pretty, folks. NOT PRETTY. but really, probably the coolest thing about my london trip was the interview with cecilly von leewohoneodfkdof or whatever her last name is. you know, the author of GOSSIP GIRL. of course that's not her real name, but if i told you that, i'd have to kill you. so she was just amazing and of course i got her autograph. also just a little treat for you guys, because you know i love you so...
( the next cover of the next GOSSIP GIRL )
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[09 Jul 2004|06:09pm] |
guys, i'm never coming back from london.
so bye now.
p.s. katie, i need to tell you everything about this wonderful city! it's amazing!
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