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Name: laurel
Country: United States
State: Texas
Metro: Waco
Birthday: 7/19/1985
Interests: coconut snow cones. tortillas. rainy days. poolside afternoons. awkwardness. missy elliott. sex and the city. my journal...nerdy, huh? Jesus. pumas. pi beta phi. mechanical pencils (i refuse to use pens). boys. new sunglasses. anything texas. urban cowboys. laughing. sunshine. apple juice. gum.
Expertise: hibernating. procrastinating.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  laurelio19
Member Since:
7/3/2005
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| spring break. sooooooo amazing. soooooo fun.
Destin. road trip. sing alongs. waffle house. weaves. the most fabulous beach house you can imagine...for real. sand, everywhere. house parties. the baylor group. deep convos. yelping. shmaboo-boos. ski-bo. tippy toes. sonic...every single day (the official sponsor of the trip). Cash's (you know if you were there  ). shambles. udi's. crouching tiger, hidden yager. erin & eva. crazy toasts. eve 6. dance parties at AJ's. walks on the beach at sunset. getting buried in the sand with aaron. confessionals. Crab Trap. he. lauging till we made ourselves sick. wacky packs. Hogsbreath. parties in the bathroom. tweedle dee & tweedle dumb. mimosa breakfasts. hide & seek. matchbox 20. long walks. walking on the street...NOT the sidewalk (good story actually). tripping, better yet - complete wipe outs. bruised knees & sprained ankles (more good stories). pics on the beach with friends. cookie cakes. highligher colored shirts from the grocery store. sillyness. clark driving 12 hours all by himself -- what a trooper. DQ. speaking your mind. old friends. new friends. and oh so many memories. couldn't have asked for a better time.
crazy love. | | |
| hightlights of the weekend:
a shirt in walmart reading "if eating were a sport, i'd be undefEATed"
feeling like white trash in Jason's Deli
dance party with the Pussycat Dolls' BEEP
having a little girl grab onto Bruiser's tail and not letting go at the bball game, funny yet awkward.
tripping on the curb, twisting my ankle (i have a kankle now), and having my face hit the side of Clay's jeep on the way to the ground. i wish i could have seen myself go down.
bring on the week -- i'm ready.
crazy love. | | |
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i don't wanna grow up. | | |
| 11.00 pm
library time.
of course i would be on freaking xanga instead of studying for art history like i should be.
i've decided that i am completely intrigued with eaves dropping. i'm an eavesdropper. there, i said it.
i was sitting in the lobby of the dungeon part of the library (it really is like a dungeon. but that's a totally different tangent i will go off on shortly) and there was a table of people talking about being an "asexual valentine" -- what on earth?? i tried to follow the convo but obviously there was no way that was going to happen. asexual? aren't flowers asexual? i cant really remember but i think i might have learned that in like 6th grade or something. is it bad to be an eavesdropper?
dungeon. lets talk about the dungeon. i decided i would study "down below" because whenever i'm in Jones i have a tendency to be social because i always see people there i know. i also hate studying where there are alot of people because, once again, i AM an eavesdroper and i know i look weird when i study. the wheels start turning in my head and i probably make a really wierd face because my brain muscle doesn't get used often. i need to exercise it more. i think i am going to read a book. open for suggestions. okay -- back to the dungeon. i make my way down there...not many people. perfect. the lady working in JavaCity is listening to regge/R&B "chocolate sex music" as i like to call it. and she's singing. kind of makes me feel weird. i have to buy 3 drinks because of the dad gum credit card minimum thing. whatever. i'm thirsty and i like beverages so i'll get over it. its so cold down there. and lonely. and everyone looks miserable. trapped in a cell. not to mention the troubling painting in the computer lab of the overwhelmed student that has probably taken too much Adderall hiding under a computer desk screaming. if that doesn't say dungeon i don't know what else does.
valentines day is coming up. kind of makes me want to be ill. i've never really been a big fan of it. maybe i'm secretly bitter because i think i've had an actual valentine 3 out of the 20 v-day's i've made it through. and one of those was in 5th grade. my dad is probably going to have to do the whole "arranged marriage" thing like they did about 100 years ago. that or trade me for some cattle or something.
i'm kind of wired right now. probably the 3 dr peppers that i was forced into buying and consuming. hooray for caffiene.
okay well i'm done now i think.
maybe i'll study now. maybe not. facebook? i have an addiction.
crazy love.
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| i just had the craziest dream.
i gave birth to a DOG. i remember who the daddio was, and it was a real person -- not an animal. so at least that kind of normal.
happy thursday! | | |
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