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Name: Lauren
Country: Russia
Metro: Penza
Gender: Female
Interests: Ballet. Jazz. Movies. drawing. painting. sketching (very different from drawing). swimming. books. music. lots of music. cards. stress (card game, not state of mind). speech. debate (but not competitively aaachhemm). mac & cheese. singing. Russian. French. St. Petersburg. Moscow. Penza. any languages period. food. card board boxes. hammocks. interesting words (but i rarely use them correctly). toe socks. big t-shirts. flute. Family. Friends. making people smile. reading books over & over. constantly being fascinated.
Expertise: chocolate on chereal. singing in the shower. dancing when there is no music. making a perfect PB & J. daydreaming. making a fool of myself. being "un-lady like". never cleaning my room whenever possible.
Occupation: Artist
Message: message me
Member Since:
2/1/2006
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| If my wandering mind remembers anything correctly, there is a quote by (I believe) Mark Twain that states, "Time slows for those who choose to use it." I would have to say that unfortunately this is not the case. In many instances time has a way of slipping through your fingers in a most displeasingly rapid fashion. And other times, no matter how ardently one tries, time passes at such a glacial pass when one busies oneself with a thousand activities or remains lackadaisical. Tis a paradox in my mind. | | |
| As an ocean’s waves begin tossing and turning,
So love sets the depths of a heart a burning. Love can lead
to desire and a fire of lust, it can break a spirit and lose all trust. Yet
it can mend and rebuild shards broken, with simple and gentle words
spoken. When love is real a journey begins, through the glories of
heaven the spirit it sends. But why, oh God, do you give me this
love and intimacy, if only to wrench it away from me? For
those precious few moments I wait, abiding, for the
moments when love’s presence is binding. One
day love will remain with me, that it may
carry my heart to a distant sea. And
my heart will rest within this
great bliss, and my lover
never will I miss.
Someday,
I pray.
Okay so the cheesiness continues.... Yeah i found this a long time ago from another British Lit assignment. Just shows you how I got nothing to post. It is really cool though because when I submitted it, it was in the shape of a heart. I tried to do that here but it won't let me for some reason. It will only give half the heart. Don't know why. Ahhh well. | | |
| I find it amusing that lately all I have been posting is lyrics and a stupid poem that I wrote. Just proves how drastically uneventful my life is. Well, here is yet another post with someone's words besides my own. However, I would like to publicly announce that at 11:30 I will be loosing about 5 pounds in 7 seconds with the help of some scissors. Yes, alas the locks are leaving. But I digress. Here is probably one of my favorite songs. Jack Johnson's "Banana Pancakes." "Banana Pancakes"
Cant you see that its just raining
Aint no need to go outside...
But Baby, You hardly even notice
When I try to show you this
Song is meant to keep ya
From doing what your supposed to
Like waking up too early
Maybe we can sleep in
Ill make you banana pancakes
Pretend like its the weekend now
And we could pretend it all the time
Cant you see that its just raining
Aint no need to go outside
But just maybe, laka ukulele
Mommy made a baby
Really don't mind the practice
Cause your my little lady
Lady lady love me
Cause I love to lay here lazy
We could close the curtains
Pretend like there's no world outside
And we could pretend it all the time
Cant you see that its just raining
Aint no need to go outside
Aint no need aint no need Mmmm MMmmm
Cant you see cant you see
Rain all day
And I don't mind.
The telephone is singing
Ringing its too early
Don't pick it up
We don't need to we got everything
We need right here
And everything we need is enough
Just so easy
When the whole world fits inside of your arms
Don't really need to pay attention to the alarm
Wake up slow, yeah wake up slow
You hardly even notice
When I try to show you this
Song is meant to keep ya
From doing what your supposed to
Like waking up too early
Maybe we can sleep in
Ill make you banana pancakes
Pretend like its the weekend now
And we could pretend it all the time
Can't you see that it's just raining
Aint no need to go outside
Aint no need, Aint no need
Rain all day and I really really really don't mind
Can't you see cant you see,
You gotta wake up slow
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| First off, i would like to publicly claim all rights to the following phrase: While hands cannot be wrong, neither can be the right. I think that was how it went.... It was like four o'clock in the morning. I am just claiming it as mine, adam. Tehe. Ok moving on. So, today I was really bored and went through most of my computer, filtering out unwanted or useless documents. Yes, I was that bored. But, whilst doing such engaging activities, I ran across this sonnet I wrote for my British Literature class last year. I find it rather humerous and if any of you are aware of my slight problem with procrastination, achem, you might understand why.
Sonnet 1: A Hopeless Cause
When faced with the thought of waking
The day looms before me with a smug expression,
Of one who knows He will leave me quaking
Amidst my failure and depression.
The Day’s toiling and sweat
Will give me nothing in the end,
But a day filled with regret
Of how my time I chose to spend
This Wall, which I will never surmount,
Is the daily tasks I must complete.
But all things taken into account
There is one way to overcome this feat.
I must rely on the strength within
The Strength on which I daily depend
Yeppers... good thing I am not going to major in poetry. | | |
| Have you ever noticed the difference between the sky at 10:00 at night as compared to 5:00 in the morning? Darkness still reigns, but when it is so early in the morning...there seems to be a glow restrained beyond the darkness. Its like there is this filter of night and behind it is a light ready and burning to come forth ... but it is only in the early hours of the morning when the dark filter is waning. Honestly, I love the night time. There is something so glorious about the stars and the moon. But i am also fascinated by the stirring of color in the heavens. It is almost like....hope. Ok can we say cheesy or what? | | |
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