Hello, Me.

So, I've been doing a little bit of thinking.

There parts of me that I want to let show and there are pieces of me that I want to grow past and leave behind... or at least put in my pocket for awhile.

Why don't I?

I'm scared. I have this certain image. I know how people perceive me. I know "who I am".

I know the parts of me that I let shine through the most, and the parts of me that I hide because I don't want people to think I'm crazy.

But the people I admire the most are the ones who are every bit of themselves... the crazy, the sentimental, the funny, the indifferent...

Something to think about.

-Lauren

Random Musings.

1. If you have heard about my one-eyed fish, he's still kickin'. Of course he is. This will be the one that will live forever. I am going to have this massive, creepy, one-eyed fish for the rest of my life.

2. I am going home this weekend= very excited. For some weird reason it's been feeling like I'm getting ready to go home for the summer... which is so untrue. Sad day.

3. I need to stop buying unnecessary things at Walmart.

4. However, I am doing a better job at not wasting all of my money on Starbucks/vending machines.

5. I already have so many great quotes from my classes...i'll have to dedicate an entire post to them alone.

6. There are so many teachers that I would love to just be able to sit and watch outside of class. Is that creepy? I feel like some of them would just be really interesting! I want to see what their husbands/wives/boy/girlfriends/etc look like... I want to see how they act around their families and how it's different from how they act around us. Some of my professors this semester are just really intriguing!

That's all for now...
-Lauren

Insanity.

Okay...

So, yesterday, we beat our rival school. It was intense.
Everywhere you went, someone screamed "YEAH! JMU!" in your face, and I felt like if I ran up and hugged anyone, we would be instant best friends and it wouldn't be awkward at all.

To better explain the joy:


I know two people in this picture. The other four? No idea. But we walked down the sidewalk together screaming We Are the Champions and I watched two of them run through sprinklers in a fit of euphoria. :)

-Lauren

Question of the Year.

So... now I am nineteen, and things are changing.

Things have always been changing, of course... but nineteen is the age of the ever-present "question" more than maybe any other.

What is this "question", you ask?
Just what you think it is. :)

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

Okay... let me just talk about this for a second...

This question always comes from the same person-- that older woman you just met seven seconds ago.

You don't know her at all, and she is some friend of a friend of your mother... and you end up meeting her awkwardly somewhere and the conversation goes a little something like this:
"Hi, what's your name, do you have a boyfriend?"

For the teenager in question, the internal monologue goes a little more like THIS:
"Hi, Lauren, and I didn't hate my life until you asked me that, but now I really hate it and I hate you, too."

"The Question" is just asking for an awkward moment. People should probably just stop asking it to save themselves from being hated by the single teenage population.

While life is clearly not all about being wrapped in some sports team sweatshirt that smells like abercrombie cologne, these women make it seem like this is something one should be experiencing at all times in order to truly live. Which is a little bit ridiculous. Regardless, it is probably the question I dread most at family functions, places you go with your mother, and any extraneous event where you may possibly be introduced to a woman in this age demographic.

When I'm sitting on my bed downing cartons of Ben & Jerry's, having just broken up with someone and hating the world... by all means, ask me The Question. Then, I will love to talk about it and I will maybe even share some ice cream with you.

In the meanwhile, it's the most awkward ice breaker you can come up with.

<3 Lauren

Hipster.

So... I got a fish! Originally, I went to help my friend go buy HER fish... and then I came home with one, too. He was just so cute and pretty and I like him a lottt. His name is Hipster. :)

So... this is officially my first pet! Well, my hamster, Mellon, was technically my first pet, but I was like eight and never really took care of him myself, and he used to shimmy up the water bottle, break out of his cage, and go hide under the sofa...it was a good time trying to find him and not smash him in the process...
Oh, and then I remember practically watching him die, which was lots of fun too...

But anyways... I have purchased a living creature and now I have to take care of it. Wish me luck. :)

-Lauren