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I've been making sure to have a packed schedule as much as possible to keep myself from being within the confines of my house. Not "my" house, "the" house. It's just a big two story storage unit with no harmony or rhythm to it. I am lacking personal space. My "room" is the attic, in which there is no closet, no desk. Only a bed, a futon, a stuffed bureau, and a small bookshelf that barely holds my books. The floor is a large shelf that holds the clothes that would hang up in a closet if I had one, the books that would line the bookshelf if it was large enough, and a smattering of other homeless objects. Furthermore, the winter makes the old attic too cold to sleep in, so I've been sleeping in what was Nathan's room on my parent's old mattress which shouldn't even be in the house anymore. When I go to bed, I'm surrounded by a good fraction of my Dad's massive record collection on all sides. The rest of the rooms in the house are overtaken by a constant stream of laundry (belonging to God knows who because I do my own laundry and there's no way that only two other people can create that much...), books, music, movies, more music, old games, bills, magazines, stuff no one wants, etc. I don't know what the deal is, but I'm drowning in piles of unecessary objects. I hate being at home. There's no room to breath.
So I've been filling up my schedule. When I'm not at class, I'm at work. When I'm not at class or work, I'm at a rehearsal for "Grease", or the one-act I'm in, or at OBSP in B-town, or making reasons on the spot to be out such as hanging out with my friends. I have free spots I'm trying to fill. Wednesday nights shall now be Yoga nights. I'm taking up yoga. It should be good for me anyway, but mainly it's to be out of the house.
Anyway, the read-through for the one-act was today. It's called "Love Is An Ancient Element". It's wordy. It's one of those very wordy plays. The kind that has conversation that's similar to the kind you have when you're just chewing the fat with your friends, only with a bigger vocabulary, with no real plot or anything. The other actor sounded like a nerd when he read today. Probably because from what I can tell he is one. A very nice guy, but definitely a nerd. Not the kind of music nerd I usually get the hots for, the kind that you give wedgies in high school. It sounded very churned out. Not that I don't think he's good, because I heard him do a monologue before and it was really great, but just because it was the read-through and we were whizzing through it. I probably sounded churned out, too. It's my goal to accept all of my lines as they're written, become very comfortable with saying them, and inject a Joe Shmoe quality into what could be a very pretentious sounding script. It could bore the audience to death if I don't. Not that it's not a wonderful script, because it really is. But it's not about anything, they're just talking.
Anyway, I'm just wasting time before class, and my class is in ten minutes so here I go.
<3 LaCurrent Mood:  amused Current Music: Play That Funky Music White Boy |
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I'm getting so run down! That's what tends to happen in your old age, lol!
So it's my 20th birthday, how do you like that?
So this week has been totally insane and it's only going to continue... Every night this past week I was in Port Norris until 9 at the least to work on the set. Saturday I was there for 7 1/2 hours and due to circumstances beyond our control the waterfall still wasn't ready to go for yesterday. Yesterday was crazy and it took us wayyyyy longer than I expected to do everything, and still there is more to do... and as much as I would love to be there every night this week to tie up the loose ends and do all the last minute stuff... I can only be there Wednesday night. Tonight my grandparents are coming over to do the whole birthday thing... and I'm not gonna lie, I just need a night off. I mean having visitors isn't exactly having the night off, but it's better than going full blast. Tuesday and Thursday I have an evening class which I already missed one of last week to work on the set... and I can't really miss anymore. Attendance is like how you pass... and I need to pass. So Wednesday is the only time before opening night I can go in, and I'll only have that little bit of time when the actors are getting into costume and such... I feel like I'll have to just pick one thing that's the most important and hopefully other people will take care of everything else...
Anyway... besides the set, I've been at work a lot, and stage managing for Grease, and classes, and homework... basically I'd be tired enough as it was without being sick on top of everything.
I really would have loved to sleep in today. The phone rang in my house at about 8:00 this morning and I dearly wished it was my professor cancelling class (which since there's only 3 people in this class he might have called)...
but no
Anyway I gotta run, I'm going to update again later because this one's kinda a downer...
~LACurrent Mood:  drained Current Music: "Why We Tell de Story" |
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So this semester should be good. So far I like my classes....
Stage Lighting= good times! There's only three people in the class, lol! Including some dude named Don and Bobby Gouse who's also Katie's opposite in Grease. Good times indeed. We went on a tour of the theatre and I'm the only one besides Chris Totura (the teach) who's not afraid of heights! Hahaha we will have fun!
Music Appreciation= will get on my nerves. uh-oh!
Cultural Diversity = Surprisingly cool as hell. So far... but yeah, there's people I can tolerate in the class, and the professor knows what she's talking about. She's got lazy eyes, haha. I like it!
I haven't had any other classes yet, but I figured I'd just kill sometime in the library.
So yeah, I'm now the stage manager for "Grease!" at the college! Since I won't have to be an audience member I think I'll be able to tolerate the show... I've actually been getting into the whole 1950s thing, so yeah. I'm excited about that :)
And on the OBSP front, things are way better and my stress level is rapidly coming down! I'm SO excited about this set!!! Painting Saturday! WOO!
Well, I'm gonna get some food and be off!
Love, LaCurrent Mood: dandy Current Music: Aida's in my head |
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I haven't updated in a while, but I just finished reading Katie's account of our car accident this past Monday. I feel like I need to write about it, too. Maybe to figure it out. Maybe just because I'm glad to be able to. A lot of people who saw the aftermath say we're lucky. I think a better word is "blessed"...
Even though Jon offered me to have dinner with him and his family, I felt like going out somewhere, and Katie suggested the boardwalk- one last time before classes started up. Anyway, most of the Shoobies were headed home and it was already 7:30, so we expected it not to be too crowded there. That's why we were headed down route 49 towards Ocean City. A white truck came to a stop on Hesstown Rd. before turning onto Rt. 49... but he forgot to look and see if anyone was coming. But we were! Katie saw that he stopped, so she kept on going, when all the sudden this truck was right there in front of us. She swerved to avoid smashing right into it, but it just managed to hit us enough for Betty the Beetle to lose control and go spinning into the other lane of traffic where we collided with a Lincoln Mercury. I was awake for the first hit by the truck, and most of the spinning out of control... but somewhere in there I lost consciousness because I don't remember the second hit, I don't remember hitting my head on anything, and I don't remember the airbags deploying. The next thing I remember is waking up, rubbing my eyes and hearing Katie say "Laura, are you okay?" or something to that effect. I didn't answer- well apparently I did say "Uhhh... my head hurts!" but I don't remember that. There were birds flying around my head. We were facing the opposite direction as before. There was smoking coming out of the air condition vent. I heard someone tell me to get out of the car. I obeyed robotically. Next thing I knew I was on the grass, and soon Katie was next to me. She was crying hysterically, and I wanted her to be calm. We were both alright, and I think at that point that was the only thing human in my brain. Everything else was this stunned obediance. People asked me questions, I answered. People gave me orders "sit down", "don't go near the car"... I obliged. But I wanted Katie to be alright, so I took her hand. Everything around me was moving fast, but I was in slow motion. There must have been five women around us... I was glad they were there, but not comforted by them. Then I saw Jimmy Sharpless emerge out of nowhere and he kept me calm because I knew then that I wasn't that far from home. Before that I felt like I might as well have been out of state. I just couldn't remember where I was. I must have told someone I wanted to call my mom, because before I knew it some woman's cell phone was in my hand and it took me a few seconds to register that I was calling home. As soon as I heard my mom on the other end, I finally started feeling the impact of what had just happened. My mind was searching for words, stumbling around to explain what had just happened. I don't exactly remember what I said. I remember wanting to be able to say where we were and not knowing. I didn't know where we were going. But the conversation ended. I couldn't tell if I gave her the right information, and I couldn't stand the thought of her and my dad wondering if we were safe and not knowing how to get to us. I needed them to know we were alright. I sat back on the grass searching my brain for the right answers and waiting for them- but they weren't coming. The only thing I could say was "Where's Jimmy Sharpless?" I turned to someone next to me and said it again, bawling "Where's Jimmy Sharpless?" They must have thought there was another person involved in the accident named Jimmy Sharpless, but I shook my head, still frantically trying to describe him and get him back from wherever he went to help me call home and get everything sorted out. That was the only time during the whole thing that I felt panic. It didn't help that when I turned to see Katie, she was wearing a head restraint and they were moving her onto a board... maybe she wasn't okay? But then the EMTs came over and told me what was going on. Pete Wine was there. I felt safer. They asked me if I needed medical attention, and at once my head started to hurt. I reached up and felt my head, there was an egg-sized lump on it. They told me that Katie was alright but she needed to be checked, and then they put me in a head restraint and strapped me to a board. More questions from everyone. It was hard for me to answer sometimes. Sometimes it took me 30 seconds before I realized anyone was talking to me. Everything was delayed, and they said my eyes were sluggish. Maybe I wasn't okay? Was I bleeding? I didn't know. They said I'd be in the same ambulance as Katie, but it was just me and an EMT named Al. We had a nice conversation, but I wanted to know if Katie was alright. Then I was stuck in the Emergency room strapped into a head restraint. The bump on my head was spreading and rising and pressing into the hard plastic, and I had to stay there immobilized for an hour. I was alright, just in pain. A lady came in and introduced herself as "Aunt Helen"... whose Aunt Helen? My Aunt Helen? Do I even have an Aunt Helen? Maybe she's dead... was I the only one who could see her? She left the room. Maybe I really was cracked. Maybe I was dying. But my parents came into my room and I was acting normal, not like someone who's dying. I was cracking jokes. It was just a bump on the noggin. For some reason I felt like there might be some significant reason for the car accident. I was going to get a CAT scan, and when they finally wheeled me in to take it, I was ready to hear the news of a brain tumor which would have gone undiscovered if I hadn't been in a car accident. That kinda stuff only happens in Reader's Digest articles. There must be some reason why it happened. Maybe there just aren't reasons for some things. Funnily enough, we went out on Labor day. Because it was Labor day there was back to back traffic. Because there was back to back traffic, that truck wasn't paying enough attention. Because that truck wasn't paying attention, we were sent spinning. So it was the Shoobie's fault. Or you could look at it as this: if there wasn't back to back Shoobies coming home from the shore, Katie wouldn't have been going a little slower than she normally would have, and the oncoming traffic would have been going much faster as well... that truck driver might have pulled out anyway, and we would be dead due to significantly higher speeds that we simply wouldn't have survived, nor would the people in the Lincoln. So... the Labor Day Shoobie traffic saved us. Whichever way you want to look at it, the end is that we came out alive. When I realized Katie's parents had risked their necks to get to us, and that Aunt Helen was Katie's Aunt and not a hallucination or the angel of death, and that Jon had rushed over to be with us despite the fact that he and Katie had been in an argument, and how my parents were glad they heard my voice on the phone first, and how people I forgot all about and strangers were there to help, and how there was a gaurdian angel flying above us the whole time, and how calm I can be during a scary situation, and how lucky I am to have a guardian angel so top of the line and a calm demeanor so many times in my life I'm almost getting spoiled.... I came to the conclusion that that's what to get out of it. That's the significant thing. I don't need an undiscovered brain tumor to be satisfied with "why this has happened"... especially when we were so lucky- the bump wasn't even a concussion. Not lucky, anyway. Blessed! |
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Sometimes I don't understand why one thing that's missing makes me forget about everything that's not.
~La |
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"ANYTHING GOES"
Dates:
Friday, August 5th at 8:00 PM
Saturday, August 6th at 8:00 PM
Sunday, August 7th at 3:00 PM
**CHEAP NIGHT** Thursday, August 11th at (I believe) 7:30 PM **CHEAP NIGHT**
Friday, August 12th at 8:00 PM
Saturday, August 13th at 8:00 PM
Sunday, August 14th at 3:00 PM
Thanks, George! (I cut and pasted this off of his lj, haha)
Jul. 20th, 2005 @ 08:50 am
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List 10 celebrities that you find attractive and then tag 5 of your friends.
1) Angela Lansbury! Nuff said
2) Ben Folds... nerdy but beautiful!
3) Kevin Bacon... come on guys, didn't you see Tremors?! lolol
4) Audrey Tautou. I wish I was her
5) Dave Matthews
6) Ewan McGregor
7) Jude Law
8) Orson Wells when he was alive and young
9) Lucille Ball
10) Topher Grace
K. Smith, Anna, Stacy, Casey, and Sarah N.... you are tagged
Jun. 29th, 2005 @ 11:43 am
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My dad is pissy with me because I was too loud on the phone with Katie Lutz. Oh well.... I get more animated than usual when I'm talking to her!! hehe
Walter cancelled rehearsal on Wednesday and Sunday, so now there's nothing for me to do. There's usually nothing on Tuesday nights, anyway, but still...
It's hot as a mug. This house has a LOT of crap in it, we are in serious need of a yard sale. This is ridiculous. It makes 90 degree weather seem so much worse. I'm so cramped!!! I should clean, at least organize my room... but I just don't feel like it. I'm too sluggish.
I hate being sluggish... I've stopped running/ Pilates lately because it's so damn hot, and I think it's bringing my energy level down. Besides I love eating, haaha. I really have to bear down and get into shape for this show though...
Ah well.
Things feel so strange. I know it's only been a month since I've been home, but whenever I start thinking about everything this past year up untill I got home... it's just one big blur. I feel like it was all made up. I really feel no different than when I got out of high school.
Sometimes it makes me upset. I was in Matt's car on the way home from rehearsal last week and some song was playing... I forget what song... but it was talking about dreams and following your dreams and whatnot. And I just got teared up. I feel really befuddled about some things sometimes. I feel like I'm not getting anywhere. I don't want to be home, yet I don't know where else to be. I need to figure that out. And sometimes I sit and wonder how things are going to end up... I mean you can't have everything you want. This is a fact I should be used to by now since I always seem to want things I can't have. But when I think about my future it's no longer a fairy tale. I don't really know how to explain what I'm saying. I know I'm young still, but I guess I just feel like I should be on my way now, and I'm not. Who could take me seriously? I've got a ways to go... and I'll be feeling that more when I'm still here in Millville next year, wishing I had figured everything out sooner. I just want to jump ahead.
I should just stop time and think about summer. Think about the show, and think about everything good that is happening at this moment. Because truthfully, there's nothing bad. It's just whenever I look ahead, I get all freaked out... and whenever I look behind, I feel many things... guilt, sadness, fleeting memories, missing some things, confused about others. And worst of all... forgetfulness. There's been a lot of things I've put to the back of my mind. A lot of things have happened to me that were so important at the time, and now I don't even know why. It's so weird. You really change as you grow older. I was thinking about how much times have changed, and trying to remember what it felt like back then. I know that lots of things just seemed to fill me up with all this emotion. I'm not sentimental about that stuff anymore. And it makes me feel sad. I feel sad that I forget how to feel that way.
Before I went to bed I had to sit there and remind myself who I was. I have changed in some ways, but the roots are still the same, and hopefully always will be. I have identity crisis' sometimes. lol.
Anyhow, I'm in good spirits about what IS the here and now. It's good to be in a show again. I'm enjoying it thoroughly. I'm very excited about starting to block this bear. Also, the kids at Wood School are great. Before I have to go, I complain about it enough... but when I'm actually there working with the kids, it's amazing. It's just everything else that can be a bit bothersome.
That should be okay eventually, too though. Matt and I have some great ideas, and it's good to be thinking on the same level with someone. We've gotta sit down and figure out how we're going to put these ideas into action. I wish we had more money hahaha.
Speaking of such things... I'm obsessed with sets.... today at work I designed sets for three shows. It made me realize I picked the right career path, because even if I suck at it, it is something I enjoy.
Speaking of obsession... what's up with me being guy crazy? I'm always a little bit guy crazy, but lately it's like... a pasttime. I need to go to Philly very soon. Because one of Nathan's friends is... someone I need to meet :). I've been talking to him a lot online, and I play it very cool when I'm talking to him, but truth be told, inside I'm just... bubbly. And if I'm feeling kinda blah, one word from him and it's no more. He is freakin hilarious. His name is Mike, and his sense of humor is... hard to come by! Which means it's a lot like mine. He keeps bugging me to go hang out with him in Philly. He's also a saxophone player. Which is probably the biggest turnon in the world for La. He also has very pretty eyes... so... yeah... that makes me really happy.
But aside from him, I stalk old crushes on Myspace and it is fun HAHAHA
Anyway it's really hot... I think I might go... find a way not to be hot. Or something. And listen to me some Ben Folds... more obsession :)
~La
Jun. 14th, 2005 @ 07:42 pm
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It's amazing what a sunburn from a day on the beach, a two boardwalk trips, being stifling hot at rehearsals, a late night swim, sleepovers, and lots of hanging out with wonderful friends can do. I feel like summer.
I saw two shooting stars last night. I didn't wish on either of them. I didn't think to. I was too happy and comfortable, and I suppose had nothing to wish for. I like how I see shooting stars when no one else is looking for them.... it always seems to happen on someone's trampoline, too haha!
Anyway... what was I talking about? Nothing... I guess.
Ben Folds gives me orgasms.
<3 La
Jun. 9th, 2005 @ 01:10 pm
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Lol, wow that was a corny header. Oh well, good thing I don't plan on being a journalist.
Well.... I'm gonna be Erma. I'm sooooooooo excited! lol! I think everyone will have a good time this summer. I really have good feelings about this cast, in it's entirety. I just... think it'll be fun.
Congratulations, MY Lisa, Matthew, Kaitlin, George, and everybody.... we're gonna have a blast.
Laura is BACK AND BLACK! lol
<3 La
May. 16th, 2005 @ 11:34 pm
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A message for everyone:
Make the most out of your life. Live it up. Read lots. Listen to lots of music. Go on lots of trips. When you're walking outside, appreciate the small things. Smile at strangers. Take advantage of every oppurtunity. Not everyone has the chance to.
<3 La
Apr. 15th, 2005 @ 12:41 am
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Brutus the dog, age 13, died in his sleep this morning March 20, 2005. He was everything a dog ought to be-a loyal, loving, funny, hairy companion. He was loved by his owners and all those who knew him. He was my first and best pet. I will miss him.
~La
Mar. 20th, 2005 @ 01:37 pm
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It's easier to find out the bad news so I can go back to daydreaming about nobody in specific.
~La
Mar. 16th, 2005 @ 12:16 am
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| » I made this quiz! Yeah, I'm a big dork... go take it! |
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Maria Rainer
You are Maria Rainer, from Rodgers and
Hammerstein's The Sound Of Music, one of
Julie's most famous roles. You care about your
loved ones more than anything else, and friends
might go to you for motherly advice. You are
very compassionate, and also free-spirited. You
are also probably creative and/or talented. Way
to go, you!
Which Julie Andrews role are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
~La
Mar. 15th, 2005 @ 03:55 am
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This weekend was interesting. Friday night on the way back from Stockton I got some talk time with mom, and found out a lot about her I never knew... provoking my last entry.
Yeah, Friday seemed to be my Girl Chat day. After the car ride I went over Donna's to practice the music for her All South Jersey elementary school choir... yeah I was in that bad bear! Playing auxillary percussion on The Lion King medley and O, Sifuni Mungo, which I sang when I was in ASJ in 8th grade. Alissa, Nate, Dad, Uncle Bob, and Spencer (the Asian Spencer from The Music Man) were also featured musicians. Anyway, Friday after we practiced the songs I stayed and talked to Donna. I've missed her... it was good to have talk time and bring her up to date on all of my antics. Turns out she was just about the same as me in college, haha. She went on three dates in one day once. So actually she was much cooler, lol! But if I could score that many dates in one day I would, haha. Blah this is just not turning out right, is it? What I mean is, I'm trying to look for the right guy-I feel like I've been searching through a pile of socks looking for the match. Anyway, for some reason knowing that she's happily married now has given me hope for the future, lol! I'm gonna concentrate on having fun and getting all my crap together right now anyway. I've got it stuck in my head that having a boyfriend would make everything so much easier, when probably it's the reverse. But, still... I guess I'm tired of *having* to concentrate on other things. Anyway, after I got home I talked with Alissa some. It wasn't really "Girl Talk", but she just makes me laugh. Good times.
Saturday was the concert... it was pretty fun. Afterwards there was a dinner at the coach room in Bridgeton, pretty tasty. I was already in kinda a "bleh" mood though ever since I made everyone late that morning (well almost, it turns out we were given the wrong time anyway), so when I lost my purse I was just like... oh man. I didn't even realize till we got all the way home. I thought I left it in the restaurant, so we called and it wasn't there. Sometimes I'm so scatterbrained I annoy myself. It's like part of my brain's gone missing. But actually it turns out Donna picked it up backstage and thought it belonged to a student. So that's a relief. It had everything in it... my SS card, debit card, bank statements, cell phone... I was freaking out. I'm glad that ordeal's overwith and that for once it actually WASN'T my stupidity.
Yesterday since Nathan was still home he requested our annual St. Patrick's day meal, which I am beginning to look forward to more than Thanksgiving. I made it this year! Corned beef and cabbage and red potatos and my Mommom's Irish sodabread. Mmmmmmmmmm Mmmmmmmmmm. I figured it out today, I'm roughly 34.5 % Irish. My sister and dad are making green beer today, lol! I wonder if he'll let me have some. Probably not. I don't think I want any green beer anyway... I know it tastes the same, but.. ew
well I gtg
~LA
Mar. 14th, 2005 @ 12:42 pm
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My Mom is the best lady ever.
Love, La
Mar. 13th, 2005 @ 03:29 am
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I have to play catchup for being a procrastinator all semester in hopes of passing my midterms. I studied five hours last night. Since when do I study? lol.
I had a dream that I was supposed to be at work (in the dream I worked at a processing plant of some sort), and instead I went to the beach with Lisa and someone else, Harry probably. And when we got there they told me they had rented a beachhouse and we were going to live there. So I called my mom and she yelled at me, hahahah....
The dream was much like when my mom yelled at me last night for calling her when I had a pile of books in front of me. Hah. Studying is much like working at a processing plant.
Friday is blissful, the last wonderful day before Spring Break!
~La
Mar. 7th, 2005 @ 02:58 pm
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| » Delicious March! |
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I'm so glad it's March! This month is going to ZOOM on by.... spring break and Easter and wow. Then it's April, and then pretty much my freshman year of college is OVER and THAT.... is insane.
Yesterday I got back to Stockton around 12:45 and took a nap as it snowed. I woke up to find my only class of the day (Algebraic problem solving) had been CANCELED! Awesome! If you want to know the rest of my night check out pinefreshcrack 's KICKASSS rendering of the evening to follow on my friend's page.
I'm in the Stockton library right now. I might check out some movies now that the Argo endorses it, hahaha.
Blah, I was hoping they'd delay the opening again so that I didn't have to go to work this morning. But they didn't. I got out about an hour ago, and jeese... if I'm not the topseller today I'll be damned. As soon as I got off the phone with one person, it would ring again- nonstop callers. Everyone wants Harlem Globetrotter and Dropkick Murphies tickets. Oh SNAP! I forgot to get my comps!! Oh well, I'll get them tomorrow. Nathan and Brenden are coming to see it, and the Pineys are goin! So it should be muchos fun!
Anyway all I feel like doing while I'm at Stockton is sleeping and watching television. Today I actually must go to class, though, lol. I've been getting spoiled by this weather. Last week I had only one class and yesterday my least fav got canceled again... I'm freakin spoiled. But not today. I have some assignments to finish up before my drafting class today. Buuuuut... we're meeting in the theatre to do some hands on stuff today sooo maybe I'll just let it go till Thursday! Yeaaah... And after that I am meeting with this girl from my algebraic problem solving class to work on some shtuff... she's kinda odd, but nice enough, and patient enough to try and teach me algebra, haha. Yeah I'm so impatient when it comes to math. It's a concept I have no desire to understand. But if I'm gonna pass this class I should understand it to a degree- at least to pass the test, and then if I forget everything then so be it. I just... blah, almost don't even care. In fact, the only reason it means anything to me is because I need credits and my parents are nice enough to pay for it. Jeese. I just wish I coulda gotten credits some OTHER way.
Oh well. Speaking of college buisness, I've gotta go to student records and get them to release my transcripts so that I may attend everyone's favorite college, CCC... it's probably better than Stockton though, I'm not gonna lie, I just don't like it here. Whatev...
Well off to lunch with my girls and Pat.
<3 La
Mar. 1st, 2005 @ 11:22 am
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| » How awesome is this?!?! |
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LA LA LAURA
you are the creative piney! always with a song and
a story bursting out, everyone loves you
because you are just too awesome.
which piney are YOU??
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My thanks go out to Casey and Pat.
~La
Feb. 28th, 2005 @ 12:15 am
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There's no one to talk to and I hate it.
~La
Feb. 21st, 2005 @ 01:30 am
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