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Name: Lauren
Birthday: 12/22/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: theatre, film, music, art, dance, life, animals, donuts, salvation of the human soul, form, knowledge, literature, men, chocolate, psychology, medicine, college, travel, freedom, other people, motorcycles, crayons, colors, the color red, cheezy poofs, fire, the culinary arts, flight, sky diving, slippers, my fish, harry potter, dr. pepper with lime, shakespeare, exercise, eating...
Expertise: i can both color AND drive between the lines...im very proud of myself
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
Message: message me
AIM:  plazthefool
Member Since:
3/18/2004
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| Wow, this uh. This site changed a little since the last time I set browser here.
I've always been bad at journaling. Frillz. I just forget to write about myself, in places. I get busy with other things.
But I always get these pesky emails from xanga, then today, I suddenly remembered that I actually HAVE a xanga that I never write in.
So yeah.
I decided I'd post something. Maybe I'll get back into this. Maybe. I did enjoy going back to read things that I forgot I'd written.
Anyway, last semester of college.
I'm so happy. And also..so very very not. I guess next time I'll post about that.
<3
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| today i bought ink for my priinttteerrrr.
and yesterday i walked to work.
and im talking on the phone.
that is all.
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| well.
went snowboarding for the first time ever, today. i like it. i do. its harder than i thought, and involves a lot of falling, but i like it. learning how to do it clearly takes more than one day, but im satisfied with my progress today.
what killed the day for me, then? we all know i can live with huge bruises and a bruised tailbone....but...today was actually....not so good.
i borrowed my friend's snowboard see. and...it got stolen. so. im screwed. i feel terrible. absolutely terrible. i couldnt even file a police report because i dont know the value of the board or anything..soo.....
looks like i owe him a snowboard.
i left it with all the other gear. it wasnt like it was sitting out alone. these things seek me out, i swear.
looks like this could run me in the 300-500 dollar range.
great.
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| i used to pretend to hate valentines day, when i was younger and it was a relatively funny/cool thing to do. but, truthfully, i never hated it. i just...dont care about it. i really don't. its just....another day of the year. and if i wanted to celebrate it, i would, whether or not i had some man to make me feel wanted and loved.
truth is, if i HAD a man to make me feel wanted and loved, i don't think i'd need valentines day to reinforce the idea. i think it would be pretty clear, or maybe i wouldn't be with said man. i just get tired of hearing people whine and complain about how silly
valentines is. fine. whocares, you think its silly. other people don't.
get over it.
whatevs. anywho..
know what i miss?
being a kid.
know what i miss about being a kid?
1. jumping on trampolines
2. scraping my knees
3. playing outside all day till the streetlights came on
4. jumping in a pile of leaves only to find that leaves don't provide the cushioning that movies and television promised
5. spending days at a time barefoot and dirty
6. 'dangrous' playground equipment, ie: scalding death slides, metal things, you know..the fun stuff that lame people have removed from modern plastic playgrounds
7. having enough energy to run everywhere
8. exploring the neighborhood and knowing its nooks and crannies intimately
9. playing in the backyard in the dirt...for hours at a time...pretending and making up games
10. climbing trees
11. jumping out of trees
12. chasing boys
13. riding bikes
14. spending lots of time in creeks and drainpipes
15. finding weird things in drainpipes
16. lighting things you find in drainpipes on fire
17. doing dangrous stunts on bikes/skateboards/rollerblades to impress people
18. getting pretty hurt doing those silly stunts
19. sharpening sticks, throwing rocks, and collecting weird/cool leaves/bugs
20. giant blanket/pillow forts that take up entire rooms
21. rolling down hills in grass and staining your clothes
22. digging holes and covering them with leaves and sticks as if you might catch some wild animal in them
last night i found myself longing for those simpler times.
i wish that we could still go exploring like we did when we were kids..but...neighborhoods are too small for us now. we'd have to find some wilderness somewhere.
i think this is why im so excited to go camping with my mom this summer. i made her promise we'd go primitive camping and we're going to dinosaur valley, they found some new tracks in the riverbed, i think. so we'll get to tramp through the water and shtuff. im excited.
just finished reading New Moon, sequel to Twilight. finished it a couple nights ago, actually. i bought it tuesday and came home and started it...and then finished it. i had to go to RA meetings in the middle and it killed me to put it down. it literally hurt to stop reading. i didnt eat at all that day. the book made me not hungry. i finished the first 300 pages between 3 and 5 pm and then the last 300 from 11 pm to 1 am
its been a very very very long time since anything i've read has actually induced a physical reaction, a level of stress, concern, and almost....addiction. i cant stop thinking about it, and i've got till fall for the next book to come out.
im not even sure why its so good. it just is. its possessed me.
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| Last night, I dreamed of spring.
It was so lovely.
I just remember that I walked outside the dorm and noticed that overnight all the trees had burst into bloom, and I ran through a green meadow, and I wasn't cold.
I wish that would really happen.
I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm disappointed that we didn't get a decent snow this year, but I know when to concede defeat. I'm tired of being cold now, and to me, cold with no snow is senseless. I'm tired of seeing "17 feels like 4" on my weather homepage. I hate cold. I want to bask in the glorious, cancerous warmth of the sun.
le sigh
In other news, I'm recently more excited about my chosen career path. Honestly, a few of my professors killed my enthusiasm dead. Why you ask? How?
Generally, their editing/publishing expertise lies in the more lucrative, and less risky (and in my opinion less fun) field of educational/textbook publishing. After a while, it starts to feel as though all publishing is as droll and dry as Dr. Burke himself, which is just a depressing, depressing thought.
Plus, they devote much breath to conveying just how FEW people actually read these days, and how the publishing industry isn't what it used to be, and how blahhhh blaaaa blaahhh. Are you TRYING to convince me to change my major?!
I almost got trapped into that depressing mode of thought, that I've come into this industry 50 years too late, however, as I doodled my way through a three-hour book promotion class, I came to the following conclusions:
A. They seem to have gone into publishing as a means to wealth, and this is not so for me. I care very little what my starting salary is, as long as I get to eat.
B. Non-fiction and educational publishing is not the only field that needs editors.
C. I'm not old yet. I will complain about my job after I'm retired.
D. They're stodgy and no fun no matter what they're talking about.
Unwittingly, my dry, rather...sonorous...book editing professor inspired me. Fiction editing (the focus of this semesters editing class, as opposed to last semesters non-fiction) does not seem to be his forte, but he handed out an essay by another man, as well as part of the unfinished manuscript of this man's coming book, concerning the joys of developmental editing. Though it does make the editor/author relationship seem a little like a placating boyfriend/dependent girlfriend relationship, it also talks greatly on the distinct pleasure that comes from working together to build enthusiasm and an excellent project. It focused more on conceptual editing as opposed to copyediting, revision, and fact checking. All that is well and good, and I'm more than certain I will spend much of my time doing those three things, however.......'editing' is not ONLY those three things, and I remember that now.
I wrote this entry instead of finishing the 3 page 'think-piece' for said editing class. hahhahahahaaha.
Everyday I get up in the morning and put on this song by Sara Groves "Kingdom Comes"
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When anger fills your heart
When in your pain and hurt
You find the strength to stop
You bless instead of curse
When doubting floods your soul
Though all things feel unjust
You open up your heart
You find a way to trust
That's a little stone that's a little mortar
That's a little seed that's a little water
In the hearts of the sons and the daughters
This kingdom's coming
When fear engulfs your mind
Says you protect your own
You still extend your hand
You open up your home
When sorrow fills your life
When in your grief and pain
You choose again to rise
You choose to bless the name
That's a little stone that's a little mortar
That's a little seed that's a little water
In the hearts of the sons and the daughters
This kingdom's coming
In the mundane tasks of living
In the pouring out and giving
In the waking up and trying
In the laying down and dying
That's a little stone that's a little mortar
That's a little seed that's a little water
In the hearts of the sons and the daughters
This kingdom's coming"
Sara Groves is my favorite. Oh yes. Very Nice. I'm feelin a little bit gospel.
Mm..longish entry. Nice. Ok. Sorry I'm so bad at updating. kthxbai.
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