Albums I need:
"Without you I'm nothing" by Placebo
"Sleeping with Ghosts" by Placebo
"Hours" Funeral For a Friend
"Two Conversations" by Appleseed Cast (my boys from LAWRENCE BABY!! YEAH!)
"Darkest Days" by Stabbing Westward
"The Bravery" by The Bravery
Songs that I want:
"Fall Apart" by 1208
"Make A Sound" by Autopilot Off
"My Favorite Accident" by Motion City Soundtrack
People, feel free to either buy me these albums or songs just because.
Monday, November 28, 2005
Sunday, November 27, 2005
Best....Ever.
Best thing Natalie has ever said:
"I agree with Hannah. If the label says WARNING: CONTAINS INSULTS AND SOME DEMEANING CONTENT, MAY CAUSE DEPRESSION AND/OR SELF ESTEEM ISSUES then I think we should listen to the Surgeon General and stay away."
She gets 12 gold stars for the comment.
"I agree with Hannah. If the label says WARNING: CONTAINS INSULTS AND SOME DEMEANING CONTENT, MAY CAUSE DEPRESSION AND/OR SELF ESTEEM ISSUES then I think we should listen to the Surgeon General and stay away."
She gets 12 gold stars for the comment.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Burrr I say it's cold in here
iTunes: "Hung Up" by Madonna
I am: frosty
Usually when winter rolls around we have this nice grace period where the temperature slowly drops. Giving us ample time to haul out the coats and sweaters. Not this year. Nope. This year, it went from 75 to 30 degrees in 24 hours. 24 STINKIN' HOURS. So I guess it's natural for me to be reluctant to accept that it is coat season. The last month, I've been trying to get away with not wearing one by layering up. Monday I decided it was time to wear 2 layers and found out that clearly that wasn't enough. On Tuesday I put on 3 and found that, though I look like some sort of sherpa but that's ok. Sadly this has resulted in the current cold that I have. Anyway, I decided this morning that fighting winter just wasn't worth the effort and trotted downstairs to put on my coat before leaving for school. Boy wasn't I surprised when I couldn't find it. Isn't irony great? Now I am being forced to skip around campus in 3 layers while avoiding frostbite.
I am: frosty
Usually when winter rolls around we have this nice grace period where the temperature slowly drops. Giving us ample time to haul out the coats and sweaters. Not this year. Nope. This year, it went from 75 to 30 degrees in 24 hours. 24 STINKIN' HOURS. So I guess it's natural for me to be reluctant to accept that it is coat season. The last month, I've been trying to get away with not wearing one by layering up. Monday I decided it was time to wear 2 layers and found out that clearly that wasn't enough. On Tuesday I put on 3 and found that, though I look like some sort of sherpa but that's ok. Sadly this has resulted in the current cold that I have. Anyway, I decided this morning that fighting winter just wasn't worth the effort and trotted downstairs to put on my coat before leaving for school. Boy wasn't I surprised when I couldn't find it. Isn't irony great? Now I am being forced to skip around campus in 3 layers while avoiding frostbite.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
I know Kung fu, karate, and 101 other dangerous words
iTunes: "Everything Zen" by Bush
I am: perplexing
You know you've got problems when you change your voice mail on a daily basis.
Friday it was:
"Hey, I'm out endangering the lives of small children everywhere so leave me a message and I'll see about calling you back!"
Thursday it was:
"I'm being chased by those dang leprechauns. They're after me lucky charms [said without any accent] again!! Leave me a message!"
Friday it was:
"Hey, it's Laura and I'm trying to get Bill Gates and Steve Jobs to work out their trust issues. Hm. We could be here a while. Well, you'd better leave me a message and hopefully I'll be able to get back to you!"
Saturday morning it was:
[in an attempt to mock all 16-year-old boys who think it's cool to be emo all the time] "Ugh, I'm just emo to pick up my phone right now, so leave me a message and I'll call you back when I start listening to Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltson."
Saturday evening it was:
"Ahhh. After being forced to listen to hours upon hours of crappy emo music as a form of cheap torture, I find myself unable to even answer my phone. So leave me a message and I'll call you back when I've stuck this Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltson CD into my stereo and have some how found the will to live again."
Sunday it became:
"Weezer fans are chasing me!! AHHHH!! Leave me a message"
Sunday evening and finally what I have on right now:
"Hey, it's Laura and I'm out endangering the lives of small children so leave me a message and I'll call you back when I get a chance!"
I need suggestions on a new one. Yes, this is what I do when I'm not at work, or school, or church...yes you may pity me but only if you give me the pity "aw."
I am: perplexing
You know you've got problems when you change your voice mail on a daily basis.
Friday it was:
"Hey, I'm out endangering the lives of small children everywhere so leave me a message and I'll see about calling you back!"
Thursday it was:
"I'm being chased by those dang leprechauns. They're after me lucky charms [said without any accent] again!! Leave me a message!"
Friday it was:
"Hey, it's Laura and I'm trying to get Bill Gates and Steve Jobs to work out their trust issues. Hm. We could be here a while. Well, you'd better leave me a message and hopefully I'll be able to get back to you!"
Saturday morning it was:
[in an attempt to mock all 16-year-old boys who think it's cool to be emo all the time] "Ugh, I'm just emo to pick up my phone right now, so leave me a message and I'll call you back when I start listening to Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltson."
Saturday evening it was:
"Ahhh. After being forced to listen to hours upon hours of crappy emo music as a form of cheap torture, I find myself unable to even answer my phone. So leave me a message and I'll call you back when I've stuck this Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltson CD into my stereo and have some how found the will to live again."
Sunday it became:
"Weezer fans are chasing me!! AHHHH!! Leave me a message"
Sunday evening and finally what I have on right now:
"Hey, it's Laura and I'm out endangering the lives of small children so leave me a message and I'll call you back when I get a chance!"
I need suggestions on a new one. Yes, this is what I do when I'm not at work, or school, or church...yes you may pity me but only if you give me the pity "aw."
Saturday, November 12, 2005
2 wrongs make a left
iTunes: "Not Coming Home" by Maroon 5
I am: like an unbuttered bag of popcorn
Who wants to hear the saddest story in the world? Huh? Yeah, I know you do!!:
As some of you might have known I had this huge project due in metals the week I got back from my cruise so my plan was to get it 98% done the week before I left so that it would be pretty much ready to turn in when I got back. Well, it came down to the last two days I had to work on this terrible project and I was at the point where I needed to solder a back-plate to the shell of my piece. Keep in mind it takes 15 minutes to set this piece up to be soldered so if I didn't get it the first time I would have to start again. So, really I needed to get the soldering right the first time or else I was screwed. I had spent several hours trimming and cleaning the piece which ended up sucking half of my energy out. I reached a point where I was just so tired that I thought I was going to collapse the only thing keeping me awake was this random guy who would occasionally talk to me. As I began to heat up my piece random guy walked over: "Here, let me give you a helpful tip. You should really use two torches. It'll go a lot faster and you'll thank me in the end. Trust me." I thanked him and started to brainstorm how I was going to hold two torches without burning myself. Seeing that I was struggling he walked over and said that he would heat up the piece while I melted the solder. To make a ridiculously long story short, this upper level (clearly a senior) metals student took time out from doing his own project to advise me and pretty much save me from not getting this project done. SERIOUSLY. This man is my guardian angel. Very attractive guardian angel at that. You only can imagine how terrible I felt when I realized how horrific I looked that day. Feeling totally depressed that I had not made the slightest of impressions upon this guy I went home a little crushed but then cheered up knowing that it really didn't matter because the chances of me running into this very attractive metals guy were very slim. The next day (the day I would be leaving for the cruise) I went into the metals lab to finish up filing. Surprise surprise I ran into hot boy. Feeling the need to express my undying gratitude, I thanked him a thousand times in hopes that it would spawn some sort of conversation about my piece which would then spawn into casual conversation but being the lame-oid that I was I caught a glance at what time it was, realized that I was almost 10 minutes late to my class and ran out the door right after I thanked him. Once again when I got home it because clear that, that day I was dressed like some sort of hobo in search for something to eat. After a full 24 hours of pouting, there was a sigh of relief that, once again I would NEVER HAVE TO RELIVE this experience again.
Oh but God has a sense of humor. Oh yes he does.
Friday I was coming out the computer lab when I looked up to see hot metals boy. Naturally I did a double take. I knew that I knew him but I wasn't sure from where. Then it came to me, HOT METALS BOY WHO SAVED MY METALS PROJECT. The first time I looked at him we made eye contact but we both had this, "Do I know you?" look on our faces. Then I realized who he was. I quickly tried to redeem myself by smiling. Oh my goodness. I had the worst smile on my face. It's one of those smiles that you attempt to make attractive but really you're over doing it so it come out looking like you're having a seizure. The terrible thing about it was that I knew it was a bad smile and yet I continued with it. His reaction was terrible. He has this look like, "Are you ok? Do you need medical assistance?" Luckily we passed each other and I silently wept.
I am: like an unbuttered bag of popcorn
Who wants to hear the saddest story in the world? Huh? Yeah, I know you do!!:
As some of you might have known I had this huge project due in metals the week I got back from my cruise so my plan was to get it 98% done the week before I left so that it would be pretty much ready to turn in when I got back. Well, it came down to the last two days I had to work on this terrible project and I was at the point where I needed to solder a back-plate to the shell of my piece. Keep in mind it takes 15 minutes to set this piece up to be soldered so if I didn't get it the first time I would have to start again. So, really I needed to get the soldering right the first time or else I was screwed. I had spent several hours trimming and cleaning the piece which ended up sucking half of my energy out. I reached a point where I was just so tired that I thought I was going to collapse the only thing keeping me awake was this random guy who would occasionally talk to me. As I began to heat up my piece random guy walked over: "Here, let me give you a helpful tip. You should really use two torches. It'll go a lot faster and you'll thank me in the end. Trust me." I thanked him and started to brainstorm how I was going to hold two torches without burning myself. Seeing that I was struggling he walked over and said that he would heat up the piece while I melted the solder. To make a ridiculously long story short, this upper level (clearly a senior) metals student took time out from doing his own project to advise me and pretty much save me from not getting this project done. SERIOUSLY. This man is my guardian angel. Very attractive guardian angel at that. You only can imagine how terrible I felt when I realized how horrific I looked that day. Feeling totally depressed that I had not made the slightest of impressions upon this guy I went home a little crushed but then cheered up knowing that it really didn't matter because the chances of me running into this very attractive metals guy were very slim. The next day (the day I would be leaving for the cruise) I went into the metals lab to finish up filing. Surprise surprise I ran into hot boy. Feeling the need to express my undying gratitude, I thanked him a thousand times in hopes that it would spawn some sort of conversation about my piece which would then spawn into casual conversation but being the lame-oid that I was I caught a glance at what time it was, realized that I was almost 10 minutes late to my class and ran out the door right after I thanked him. Once again when I got home it because clear that, that day I was dressed like some sort of hobo in search for something to eat. After a full 24 hours of pouting, there was a sigh of relief that, once again I would NEVER HAVE TO RELIVE this experience again.
Oh but God has a sense of humor. Oh yes he does.
Friday I was coming out the computer lab when I looked up to see hot metals boy. Naturally I did a double take. I knew that I knew him but I wasn't sure from where. Then it came to me, HOT METALS BOY WHO SAVED MY METALS PROJECT. The first time I looked at him we made eye contact but we both had this, "Do I know you?" look on our faces. Then I realized who he was. I quickly tried to redeem myself by smiling. Oh my goodness. I had the worst smile on my face. It's one of those smiles that you attempt to make attractive but really you're over doing it so it come out looking like you're having a seizure. The terrible thing about it was that I knew it was a bad smile and yet I continued with it. His reaction was terrible. He has this look like, "Are you ok? Do you need medical assistance?" Luckily we passed each other and I silently wept.
Friday, November 11, 2005
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Leaving your mark is overrated
iTunes: "Am I Getting Through (Part I)" by Sheryl Crow
I am: surviving
I got back from the cruise and everything was fun, though I do not think I will ever go on a cruise again. Never. There was not nearly enough time on each island and all I wanted to do on the ship was sleep. Yes, sweet sweet sleep! Although I was pretty satisfied with what I saw I was severely disappointed in Jamaica. It was like road kill covered with thousands of maggots. Here I expected this untouched and amazing island, and instead I got a filthy town filled with drug dealers. I really shouldn't have expected so much. Darn me and my optimistic attitude. When will I learn that it will get me no where in life?
I went to Natalie's little performance at Drury a few nights ago. It was stupendous. I gave her a standing ovation. Granted there were no seats to sit in, and I had been standing the whole time...
Natalie almost lost her voice by the end of the night though. It was quite sad.
Hannah: "Sounds like you need a trachea transplant."
Me: "Or we could give her a tracheostomy!"
Me: "But she wouldn't really be able to talk so it would defeat the purpose of having the procedure."
Hannah and I : [hmm]
Hannah and I at the same time: "I think she needs one."
Natalie: "Are you talking about me?"
Me: "No, not at all."
I am: surviving
I got back from the cruise and everything was fun, though I do not think I will ever go on a cruise again. Never. There was not nearly enough time on each island and all I wanted to do on the ship was sleep. Yes, sweet sweet sleep! Although I was pretty satisfied with what I saw I was severely disappointed in Jamaica. It was like road kill covered with thousands of maggots. Here I expected this untouched and amazing island, and instead I got a filthy town filled with drug dealers. I really shouldn't have expected so much. Darn me and my optimistic attitude. When will I learn that it will get me no where in life?
I went to Natalie's little performance at Drury a few nights ago. It was stupendous. I gave her a standing ovation. Granted there were no seats to sit in, and I had been standing the whole time...
Natalie almost lost her voice by the end of the night though. It was quite sad.
Hannah: "Sounds like you need a trachea transplant."
Me: "Or we could give her a tracheostomy!"
Me: "But she wouldn't really be able to talk so it would defeat the purpose of having the procedure."
Hannah and I : [hmm]
Hannah and I at the same time: "I think she needs one."
Natalie: "Are you talking about me?"
Me: "No, not at all."
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
I don't see
iTunes: "Don't Pass Me By" by The Beatles
I am: qualmish
It never ceases to amaze me the lack of tact and respose that certain people seem to have. Really. I honestly just think these people wake up in the morning and say to themselves, "Hey, you know what would be awesome? If I was completely oblivious to the people around me! I think it would be an excellent idea to be a total brute today." ::makes disgusted noise:: Agh.
Anyway, there's my little rant for the week. I could go on and on but it wouldn't matter. People are schmucks. Some more then others. Hannah knows what I'm saying. She feels my irritation.
I am: qualmish
It never ceases to amaze me the lack of tact and respose that certain people seem to have. Really. I honestly just think these people wake up in the morning and say to themselves, "Hey, you know what would be awesome? If I was completely oblivious to the people around me! I think it would be an excellent idea to be a total brute today." ::makes disgusted noise:: Agh.
Anyway, there's my little rant for the week. I could go on and on but it wouldn't matter. People are schmucks. Some more then others. Hannah knows what I'm saying. She feels my irritation.