| I said, "I dig you baby, but I got to keep movin' on." |
[Sunday, May 28th | 10:47pm] |
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It was too cold to cry when I woke up alone.
I hit my last number and walked to the road.
Number of chocolate milks bottles: one per day...slipping back into my old habits...
Number of times ive mourned stephen wolf's depature: 1,000,000,000+
Number of people i kissed at grad night: too many.
Number of times i grabbed amandas "theoretical balls":1
Number of cruel taunts endured in Lilly's pool:...a lot. and i swear, they only got funnier. i think i might start inviting jessica around more often.
Number of lovely comedy sportz alumni matches: 1...and the last one of my high school career *sniffle*
Number of times i wa jealous of Evan and John dancing together at prom: um...0...im such a better dancer.
Number of times i've realized i need to work on my phone skills: 1
Number of pics i have no recollection of taking:...more than there should be.
Number of times ive realized that brenner is the love of my life: everytime i see him. sigh. im gonna miss his classes.
Number of times ive freaked out about high school ending: none that i am going to admit.
so, i had a thought that was brought to my attention by a comment that anthony made. once, while talking to jackie, he asked her, "why does everyone always pick on lauren?" and do you know how everyone responded? hmm? they responded with "becaue she is such an easy target."
yes. my so-called "best friends" take advantage of my delicate psyche and exploit the small, slightly neurotic things about my personality for their own amusement. horrible, isnt it?
i get mocked for my age because i supposedly look and act older than an 18 year old should (the adult swim comment, the sunglasses in the pool, the metamusil joke); i get mocked because of my taste in men (brenner, stephen...need i even bring up the crusty comments?); i get mocked because, no matter how hard i try, i cannot be edgy (...one day...); i get mocked because my slight obsession with makeup ("who wears makeup in the pool?!?!"); i get mocked because i am self-conscious about my nose ("hey, everyone! lets stare at laurens nose!" or "...your nose casts an odd shadow on your upper lip"); i get mocked because of my haircut (theres nothing wrong with it being SENSIBLE, dave); and, most of all, i get mocked for being "high maintenance" (theres nothing wrong with getting my nails done and my hair cut and colored and my eyebrows waxed and all the like). in essence, i get mocked for all the cute little quirks that make lauren sabol, lauren sabol.
and come august, i am going to miss every single one of those taunts. more than i would like to admit.
( click here for PHOTOGRAPHIC LOVE )
...ps...i feel like im getting myself into something again that i need to get myself out of before i get too deep into.
...pps...that made no sense.
...ppps...im dave and robby and anthony's favorite. take THAT, kelsey.
much love, kids. ill be back soon with graduation season pictures.
Well, I don't know, but I've been told,
You never slow down, you never grow old.
I'm tired of screwin' up, tired of going down,
Tired of myself, tired of this town.
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[Tuesday, Apr 25th | 10:46pm] |
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Number of chocolate milk bottles consumed: 1 a day...ive SO cut down.
Number of of college decisions made: 1
Number of people added to my revenge list: 2
Number of awesome kids named john huh that ive met: 1
Number of AWESOME pennsylvania visits: 1
Number of attractive guys named jacob that i made friends with on the flight home from Penn: 1
Number of weeks of school left: 4
Number of minutes spent trying to find a bathroom for martine last tuesday night: 35
Number of times ive realized that stephen wolf is the PERFECT man for me: 1,000,000,000+
Number of times ive realized that stephen wolf and i need to get married: 1,000,000,000+
Number of times stephen wolf has kissed me on the cheek in the last year: 2
Number of times ive realized that this easter was the BEST easter ever: 1,000,000,000+
Number of times i realized im gonna miss LA more than i expected: more than id like to admit
...so, 4 weeks left of high school? pretty noice, dudes, eh?
( click for visual aids, baby. )
anyways, i guess im a wildcat, a member of Villanova University's Class of 2010. Carrie sent in the deposit check and housing stuff and everything. it's over. it's official. it's scary as hell.
...youre the metaphors i cant create to comprehend this curse that i call love...
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[Wednesday, Mar 29th | 10:58pm] |
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Number of chocolate milk bottles in the last week: 6
Number of awesome medium rare shirts from evan: 1
Number of coldstones college acceptance celebration runs: 2
Number of times i almost killed john on the drive down to PV: ...a lot.
Number of times ive worried about ND:...even more.
Number of times ive fallen out prom dresses: 2
Number of colleges ive currently been accepted to: 6
Number of times i wanted to kill myself during RENT: 1.2 mill.
Number of awesome car drives with jamie and evan to martines: 1
Number of LOVELY UCLA wins: 3
Number of school days till graduation: 34
Number scale of 1-10 of how excited i am about that: 11
i think im gonna vomit. nd comes out in a couple of days. just a warning to all those who are stupid...if i dont get in, its gonna be ugly, so i apologize in advance.
in other news...im still in love with mr brenner, i just finished re-reading harry potter and the half blood prince, i have a BAZILLION beautiful dresses for the graduation season, i didnt do too badly on my ap art history quest (haha...dom), i still make sure to remind lilly and shannon that they are fat, im still in love with stephen wolf, im still excited that daniel pivonka is coming to easter, im really looking forward to easter (EVEN THOUGH MY BFFS ARE LEAVING ME), im still pretty damn hot (...just in case you guys were worried), i really miss kevin, i need to start molesting jackie again, im still 7 minutes later to english class every morning, im going to loyola prom and have a date to mine, i was just hit in the face with a water bottle my mom threw at me, i have no idea where im going to be next year, and i dont really have anything to complain about at the moment.
( click for picture lovin )
...so. life. its going. pretty damn well.
but if all of these dreams find a way into my day to day scenes
ill be under the impression i was somewhere in between
with only two just me and you
not so many things we got to do or place weve got to be
well sit beneath the mango tree now
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[Monday, Feb 20th | 8:18pm] |
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NUMBER OF BOTTLES OF CHOCOLATE MILK CONSUMED: drastcially cut down and supplemented with SMARTWATER so that i can achieve my POD GOAL of 8 a day...yeaaaah man.
NUMBER OF FUN SLEEPOVERS AT LILLYS: 1
NUMBER OF TIMES EVAN JUMPED DURING WHEN A STRANGER CALLS: 3
NUMBER OF SCARY KNEE DRIVERS: 1
NUMBER OF "OUT OF CONTROL" PERFORMANCES AT PILLOW CONCERT:...a lot..but not as many as the number of LAME JOKES FROM LILLY
NUMBER OF AMAZING MEDIUM RARE CONCERTS:1
NUMBER OF COLLEGES IVE CURRENTLY BEEN ADMITTED TO: 2
NUMBER OF THINGS IVE BEEN GRATEFUL FOR THAT HAVE MADE THIS YEAR SO MUCH BETTER THAN THIS TIME LAST YEAR:/b> 1,000,000,000,000+
...last week was a good week. thanks for that, whoever is in charge...i needed it.
( oh, how i love pictures )
ever feel like life is coming to a turning point? like, things are going to change or that things are already changing or that things should be changing? possibility, opportunity, dissappointment, hope, fear, excitement, success, apprehension, you can feel them all at once and you cant even really place why. know what im talking about?
yeah, well, i feel like that at least twice a month. i swear, it is like my entire life is a continuous rebirth process. i always feel like im part of some new beginning where i can start over, fresh and clean, and move on, regardless of where i have been. i should be thankful, i guess...i mean, how many people can honestly feel like that so often? or, really, how many people can honestly feel like that EVER?
the only problem is that i feel like the more often i am "reborn", the less legitimate the whole thing is...cause, honestly, how many times can a person really be reborn? i cant keep pressing the replay button when im merely in my toddler years...what about childhood? teenagerdom? adulthood? whats the use of rebirth when i dont give myself change to grow, mature, develop? i swear...i am SUCH the freak.
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| the moons never seen me before...but im reflecting light |
[Saturday, Jan 21st | 8:49pm] |
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well, im home from washington...back to a place where i can sleep in my own bed and dont have to worry about the electricity being off EVERY SINGLE MORNING and dont have creepy roomates that watch me as i put stockings on and dont have days that last from 630am till at least midnight and dont have to listen to ignorant remarks from ignorant residents of other states and dont have to wear layers upon layers of clothes to combat the supposedly "mild" (AKA FREEZING) weather and dont have to be subjected to hick bus sing-a-longs and can actually take a shower that reaches temperatures above 60 and where i am not hated simply because i am from los angeles, catholic, and a member of a single-sex school.
but, my god, do i already miss that place...
TOP 25 CLOSE-UP MEMORIES...
25. Sitting in front of Mr. Brenner on the flight home and us both laughing at the same things...especially during IN HER SHOES...*giggle*
24. Picture taking with our boys
23. Tiffany's aviator stalker "Level 5 Clinger..."
22. Being adopted by Martine and Tiffany so i didnt have to be around my roomates
21. The "dance" and getting showered by Austin sweat....EEEEEWWWWWW.
20. Shannon telling everyone that the spy museum "recommended her for future missions"
19. Running down the halls of the hotel with Martine to get Tiffany's birthday cake while singing the Mission:Impossible theme song
18. Barbara's rave ball
17. "Hi I'm Austin from Georgia."
16. Curry chicken wraps with Tiffany and Molly after flawlessly navigating the metro
15. Seeing Sandra at the Supreme Court building
14. "...and who might you be?"
"I'm Lauren. I'm from Los Angeles."
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Lauren. I'm Austin from Georgia."
"I know."
*awkward silence*
13. Jake's fedora
12. Dancing at Johhny Rockets at Union Station
11. One word. Bukkake.
10. Losing Shannon at the Holocaust museum and the ensuing singing "punishment"
9. "So i told my mom i hadnt crapped in like 5 days and she was like, 'you should tell mr. brenner...he'll understand' and i was like 'MOOOOOOOM NO!!!!!'" ~anonymous to protect the dignity of the speaker ( but all the cool kids know who it is already)
8. Shannons and my roomates...creationist ultra-conservatives from texas....WAAAAAAY scary...
7. Falling asleep in Katie and Lilly's room after watching the two of them dry-hump for about half an hour...Shannon, Katie and Lilly were all in one bed while i slept half on the chair and half on the bed.
6. Lauren: "Are we going to have time to get ready for the banquet after the workshop?"
Mr. Brenner: "I dont know...and why would i care if you can get all dressed up so you can get lucky?"
5. Calling one of my roomates Catherine the entire week...only to find out on the final night that her name is Christine.
4. Constantly text messaging Martine and Tiffany while on the buses
3. Waking up at 615am when the bus to the airport was supposed to the leave at 600am.
2. Crawling through the airduct in the spy museum with Tiffany for the second time and her doing a "spy roll" and, consequently, getting stuck.
1. Sitting next to Mr. Brenner on the plane ride to DC..."muy bueno lando", "just think...you could either be sitting on the plane right now with me or in mr *fill in the blank's* class", "we dont need to watch one flew over the coocoo's nest in psychology...ill just bring in lauren to study"
( piiiiiictures )
PS...i got into college. Phew.
now that ive worn out
ive worn out the world
im on my knees in fascination
looking through the night
and the moons never seen me before
but im reflecting Light
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[Monday, Dec 19th | 3:57pm] |
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Stephen Wolf kissed my cheek.
and Mr. Brenner stood in my room.
'nuff said.
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[Tuesday, Dec 6th | 8:40pm] |
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Number of loads of wash ive done but still dont notice a change in the cleanliness of my room: 7
Number of phone calls with a naked Lilly: 1
Number of tire-squealing get-aways in the babe mobile: 1 (and quite unsuccesful)
Number of EXTREMELY awkward moments with mr. brenner and lilly: 1
Number of paper cuts on hand from hallway fight with lilly: 3
Number of hours spent at school this weekend: 8
Number of men asking me if the Sirius Black pin on my sweater is Charles Manson: 1
Number of times ive called shannon and lilly fat: way too many to count
Number of perfect send-offs for my much beloved babemobile: 1
um...why was saturday night the best night of my LIFE? well, maybe because...
-we drove from south redondo to malibu for NO reason
-we visited lilly (who was fully clothed...shocking!)
-i got pushed face-first into the sand
-i spit chocolate shake ALL over the drivers side window of the van
-i hit amanda in the head with another door...this time it was just a car one
-i drove on the REAL pch for the first time
-jamie and aj formed a minority gang...and then wouldnt let me in cause i "complained too much"
-we kicked amanda out of the car
-amanda jumped through the car window onto martine
-we drove away and left amanda to run away down a hill and out of sight
-we lost amanda
-and found her again when she jumped on the babemobile
-"youll all be sorry when i come back from college and im addicted to crack!"
-allison is a russin immigrant
-aj and amanda were my hispanic slaves who got my gas for me
-the cooler in the babemobile
-jamie and her teddygrams
-lauren:"i want jack-in-the-box...anyone want anthing?"
everyone: "nahh...its ok."
lauren:"ill pay for-,"
aj:"FRIES!" jamie:"A COKE!" martine:"A DIET COKE!"
-getting pantyhose when we stopped at ralphs for food...jamie:"wait...youre really getting pantyhose?"
-martine and i singing along to the police's "dont stand so close to me" and then realizing that its the story of my life...
-having an all-around FABULOUS last night with the babemobile
( and now for the photographic proof... )
...the teacher...the subject...of school girl fantasies...she wants him...so badly... (um...WHY IS THIS SOOO ME?!)
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[Saturday, Nov 19th | 11:30pm] |
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number of crippling headaches in the last week: 5
number of times ive cursed the college admissions process: 1 million bazillion
number of things ive thrown at shannon during lunchtime: not nearly enough
number of AWESOME rolling stones concerts in San Fran: 1
number of lost digital cameras found in random suitcases in my bathroom:1
number of boyfriends jamie had by the end of harry potter: 5
( random pictures )
life is weird. im sorta over it...im just sick of so many things about it...like being taken advantage of and LETTING myself be taken advantage of...and almost doing it to myself. arg. you would think that id learn, you know? that i am only second choice, but STILL. i do it over and over again. i am a genius. truly.
paris isgone1: whats ure lj entry about?
wannabeaweasley3: how life is RETARDED
paris isgone1: tru dat
...who will ignore me when youre gone?
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Number of chocolate milk bottles consumed: too many to count
Number of airplane flights: 4
Number of Anchorman quote-offs with skaters on the T: 1
Number of Amish people eating Wendy’s: 4
Number of creepy staring geese: 10
Number of Viva La Bam inspired scavenger hunts won: 1
Number of awesome Pennsylvanian 8 year olds named Mark: 1
Number of guys acting like monkeys: 2
Number of times I’ve missed ND: too many to count
Number of INTENSE moments during volleyball: 2
Number of times I realized this summer was 2910283019230123 times better than last summer: 298734982349263497236450234037604560456808374589348950384
So, ladies and gentleman. It appears the time has come. The time when long hours of nothingness turn into seemingly longer hours of pure stress and torture. Yes…you guessed it. School’s starting.
Now, I know that I pretty much just suck at updating this thing…I mean, I’ve managed to go almost an entire summer without updating. But, as the summer wore on and I found the amount of pictures I had compounding, I finally decided that I would just wait until the last possible moment and then create the mother of all updates. So basically, welcome to the mother of all updates. Soak up its awesomeness. Envy it for its brilliance. Love it the way I do.
( And so it begins… )
CoolerThanJamie7: well everyone loves me
CoolerThanJamie7: so that'll make them love you...at first
CoolerThanJamie7: then they get to know you
Summer is over. The magic is ending. Crap is beginning again.
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[Sunday, Jun 12th | 2:44pm] |
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Greeting reades and welcome back to the wonderful worl of Lauren. Summer's here which means that i finally have time to update ths thing again which also means that you are all privy, once again, to this wonderful world of mine. as the first week of summer closes, i have realized that i hope that the rest of the summer goes by as well as this first little slice. i mean, in the past week, i have gone to universal studios, earned $159, attended a marvelous surprise party, gotten a shirt that says WESTCHESTER IS LIFE, went to the beach, saw My Fair Lady, gotten The Thornbirds DVD, wached as aj confused The Thornbirds with the Wild THornberries, made friends with the mummy ride workers, ate at Hard Rock Cafe, slept in bed with Lilly, and i dont know...MAYBE HAD AN ALMOST 4 HOUR CONVO WITH THE ONE AND ONLY JOHN BERRY!!!! or starrett, as i'm supposed to call him...wow. but nothing, to me, has been as valuable as those things i learned my first week of working at my dad's office as a file clerk. And, as i started on my one millionth stack of papers, i realzed that being shut up in an office with a bunch of engineers, filing away endless stacks of papers has really taught me some valuable things about life and so, i present to you...
TOP TEN THINGS THAT IVE LEARNED AFTER MY FIRST WEEK OF WORK:
10. filing, no matter what anyone might say, really is manual labor. you try lugging around stacks of papers across an office to either bend or squat over a heavy, over-filled and usually jammed file cabinet that you, despite your achy back/leg muscles must drag out and then stuff with even MORE papers. And dont even get me started on the hole punching...
9.When people say "If you ever need anything, dont hesitate to ask me" what they really mean is "im only being nice to you because youre the daughter of the boss and anything that i do for you, i dont it only because it may result in a pay increase so please do hesitate to ask"
8. Just because you were given a seemingly endless supply of post-it notes does NOT mean that you should attemtp to cover the entire computer screen with them during your work break
7. No matter how bored you are, never EVER attempt to see how many papers you can hole punch in a minute. it will only end in tears. and a broken hole punch.
6. hole punching to the tune of Queen's "we will rock yu" is an excellent way to pass time. Just make sure to refrain from singing too loudly, as the other employees might be slightly disturbed.
5. in an office full of engineers, never mention that you hate/suck at math or, even worse, are "more of an english person"
4. when text messaging during work, always make sure to check that the boss (aka your dad) isnt standing at the door
3. when in your office, always remember that there are glass windows that look out onto the workfloor where a room full of employees (especially the sycophant ROMAN--i hate that guy) can see you. It is especially good to remember this before engaging in any form of extemporaneous dancing to the music in your head.
2. power lunches as sizzler's all you can eat buffet do NOT exist
1. marrying for money really IS a viable option for the future.
( the studio that is universal )
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