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Name: Laura
Country: United States
State: Missouri
Metro: Joplin
Gender: Female
Interests: Writing---->Theatre---->taking pictures----> Reading truly excellent books---->Spending time with my lovely friends---->Watching movies----> Music---->Baseball---->the Rain
Expertise: Writing---->Taking pictures of candles---->Running a truly excellent sound board.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Media
Message: message meEmail: email me
MSN: aheartinpinstripes@gmail.com
Member Since:
5/26/2005
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| And there was much rejoicing!
For finally, after months of trial and tribulation, my shiny and functional website is working again!
http://greenlaurel.com
Go and observe the joy--
(all thanks to my dear brother)
--Laurel
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| One week until Christmas--how crazy is that?
Time flies like none other....a whole year has gone by? Really, has it?
Geez. Where have I been?
So much as happened since last year--tears, laughter, friends, fights,
love, and loss. Sure, it wasn't always fun; there were days when
I just wanted to crawl back into bed and never come out. But then
you have days where everything seems just perfect, like fate smiled
just for you. Such is life, I suppose.
As the song goes:
Who can say if I've
been changed for the
better,
but because I knew you,
I have
been changed
for good.
And, break seems to have sparked some creative nerve, for here we have some more poetry.
Cue demise;
The graceful arch that crashes below--
Falling from grace, you've never been more.
Triumph is only momentary,
Or so it's said--so true, for now
Not in the pit, but blooming valley can we
Truly admire the sun.
And, some more.
From high above, tiny tornadic swirls go
Round, around, and down,
Drowing bubbles in the seperation--
Deemed unworthy, disintegration to
Soapy remains,
Scrubbed away by fickle hands.
Just for you, I guess.
Anyhow, I've gotta go hurl a huge bag of trash down the stairs--excuse me....
Laurel
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| Well, I made it through the first semester of this year. And boy,
am I glad it's over with. It's been a very enjoyable
semester--possibly even my favorite--but that doesn't stop me from
being happy that it's over, and that for almost 3 weeks, I don't have
homework, evil teachers, and annoying peers to deal with. Ahhh,
relaxation.
In other news, have a poem or two. These were both written in
desperation during class, trying to entertain myself while the rest of
my lovely classmates studied for finals.
It’s intangible—
Drifting and sifting through the airy high
Ceilinged rooms
that are ripe with
Smells of pine—the deep woods in winter:
Snow on the ground and melting in your hair,
Crystals
that shimmer as they dissolve leaving shiny
Nothingness behind.
Warm fire that seeps through the blankets warming your
Knees and toes, laughter and crumbs in the
Cracks of the couch.
What happened to my chocolate
Chips, brown as your eyes that reflect this:
December.
I rather like this one. It
makes you feel all spirited and toasty inside. Kind of like
flannel on an extremely cold day.
How far have I come?
The trees look the same as they did
Miles ago—I can’t bear—
See their graceful branches whisper at the
Wind that possesses them, so much like
Hair in the face of pain,
Shading tears—the soul breaks—bark flakes—
Blowing away in the wind whose shrieking
Scream shakes me down to my core: I’m
Huddling, entangled deep in her hair—
And all the leaves are gone.
This one was sparked by a picture that my friend
drew instead of taking notes in my Psychology class that is, sadly,
over. No more discussions...no more "Dear Abby"...kinda makes you
miss it.
Well, either way, I hope that you all enjoy your break--I know that I will!
Laurel
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| What would it be like?
I just wondered that a minute ago.
To not see the stars shine on a clear night out in the country, when
your breath hangs like an invisible mask to peer through into the
expanse?
To not hear laugter, to not just hear the voices of the people you
love, and the debates and exchanges and subtle words that fall like
rain?
To never see a sunset that takes your very last breath away, that makes you gasp even though you're breathing just fine?
What do we take for granted--the ordinary that we have so often, it is
no longer extraoridnary? The sights, the music, the...everything,
the life we live?
How lucky are we, really, even on our most unlucky of days?
Much more so than we can ever imagine, or dare to.
Life is like a huge present. And every day, we peel back just a little
more wrapping, and see a little bit more into the box that is our time
on this earth. And we wonder and exclaim, but we cannot even being to
fathom how amazing it is. Because our minds cannot truly wrap
themselves around that fact. It's just too big, too great, too
wonderful.
Too ordinary.
Goodness. I like life sometimes.
(Can't tell, can you?)
I've had a rough month. But I couldn't be luckier. What do I have? I
have friends that love me, and would do anything for me when I'm down
OR up. Who make me smile and laugh and never cease to amaze me
with their insight. I have a family that supports me way more
than I begin to deserve, and much much more. I write, and I love to
write, and somehow I ended up being able to actually use this crazy
talent of mine. I live in a place that allows me to grow up in the best
way possible, and get a wonderful experience before I'm thrust into
this crazy, messed-up world that we have. And I forget it so mucn, that
I almost forget how lucky I really am.
Really.
Lucky.
Me.
Bottom line, Life is good. Even when it's so bad, it's so good. And I forget that way too much.
No day but today, dear friends--
Laurel
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| Finally! I finally saw Rent.
And was it worth it or what?
I loved the music already...now I have an even deeper appreciation for it.
I want to see it on Broadway.....
As if, eh?
Mark is my
hero. If he wasn't a fictional character, I would totally marry
him. Funny how that always seems to be the case. Psh.
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Other news: I am proud to say that I have finally beaten myself--literally! At field day, I placed 1st and 2nd....
in the same category.
I'm so proud?
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Time for some Christmas festivity in my household--
I'll catch all you lovely people later.
No day but today,
Laurel
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