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Name: Lauren
Location: Wilmington, North Carolina
Birthday: 2/9/1990
Gender: Female
Interests: calculus. cooking. architecture. design. photography. music. history. romance. flamin amys. sushi. fashion. the beach. living in the wrong lane. make up. fairy tales. the sky. birds. psychology. coffee. lasertag.
Expertise: being vague
Occupation: student
Industry: education
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  lh0pp
Member Since:
1/1/2005
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| Ya know what sucks worse than finding out the guy you are crushing on has a girlfriend?
Finding out she's ugly...
But I'm sure she has a beautiful soul or whatever. | | |
| I'm everything I don't want to be.
I'm lazy unless its drug induced.
I'm have no words unless they're drug induced.
I am inarticulate.
I am not creative.
I really don't know anything about music...
I'm in a major just because its safe.
I'm choosing a career path because its safe.
I'm not even taking the classes I really am interested in.
Everything I do revolves around a future that I don't even believe in.
I crave material things.
I don't believe in "right" or "wrong" or "justice".
I don't believe in God, fate, soul-mates, true-love, fairy-tales, forever.
And despite all of this I'm still so naive because I refuse to accept any of it.
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| I'm almost positive that my puppy has run off with my favorite bra. White lace. Romantically low cut. Push up, but soft. 32 inches around the ribs. Like it was made just for my body. With matching bottoms. Flattering my best features. Crafted by angels, I'm sure. I wore it out in the garden by mistake so when I came in to shower, I left it in the bathroom. On the sink. So that I would remember to rinse the tarnishing sweat from the radiant cups and straps. As I was momentarily sidetracked, it was probably knocked down onto the floor. And I can only guess RB probably picked it up and proceeded to chew on it, pulling the delicate lace. He does love to victimize my bras. And then I'm sure he carried his prize out into the yard- as he has done with two of my shoes- to roll around with it in the dirt. But he wasn't merciful. It wasn't under the grapevine or by the mailbox. He must have taken it to one of the neighboring dogs to show them his stolen treasure. And thats where he disposed of it. He abandoned it there for someone to find in their yard. And the once strikingly beautiful garment was tossed to the garbage. Its probably at the dump right now... laying in filth. And I can't just go get a new one, it wouldn't be the same. Now I can never wear the matching panties either. They will just sit in my drawer taunting me. Blaming me for the loss of our beloved bra. All I can do now is just pray that it was pushed behind the couch or under the dresser and patiently wait for its return. | | |
| Parker took care of me all week while i was sick. :]
And we watched John and Kate plus 8.
Pretty sure he wants to adopt a set of korean sextuplets now. | | |
| I hate Troy Dineen! I swear. If he makes one more smart comment to me, or I have to watch him and Rachel make out or him touching her, vice versa, or if he stays over WAY too late one more time, then I am going to crack.
Despite the fact that me and Parker aren't officially together, things are better than they ever have been. I DID go into his phone this weekend though. I'm so bad. But I'm not gonna push things because its good for me to think. I Do know that I love him.
My mom is coming home this weekend. I cannot wait to see her. She says she's going to tell my dad that she's not coming home anymore. And that its over. I am so relived but I am so worried for my Dad. He's going to be so heartbroken. But maybe now she will move back to Brunswick County. Which I wish she would because I would like to be able to see her when I come home. I need my mom. And Nick really needs her. He can only get so much from Dad. And he was always with her so not seeing her for three months at a time has to be really hard on him. And I hate it that my mom has to put up with so much guilt. I know my Dads parents are going to have a lot to say about her and that will piss me off so much. I know they're probably saying bad things about her to everyone already. So that makes it hard on me because I love them very much. Why do I have to be pulled in every direction at once?
I'm getting the truck when I go home on Thursday. Exciting. Which means I will have to spend 150 up front to transfer the title unless my Dad will do it. So. I will likely be out of cash very soon. Even though my mom just gave me a lot.
And I'm so sick of school. Seriously.
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