Why Do I Suck at This??

Every since I was little, I've always had these grand schemes.

"My friends and I are going to make a swimming pool in the backyard out of a big cardboard box and trash bags."

"Yes, we SHOULD stalk the ice cream man."

"Here, let's see if we can climb out the bathroom window."

... my grand scheme as of a few years ago was to start this blog. And now I am slacking SO MUCH.

So, to make it up to my bajillions of followers who all wait patiently at their computers while I post nothing for months on end, here is a photo of me and my cat to make it better.



When I am more conscious than I am right now, I will post something legitimate. :)

Freaking LENT.

Okay, so, here's the thing...

When I was little, I used to be all about Lent. My mom and I would give up chocolate every year. I would inadvertently forget and eat a chocolate chip cookie somewhere along the line and have to pray for forgiveness, but mostly I did pretty well. Then Easter would FINALLY roll around, and I would eat half the candy in my basket before even making it to church.

After those first few years, I'd kind of forgotten about Lent. I'd say I was giving up chocolate, slip up by accident a few times, and then say "oh, what the heck" about three days in, give up entirely, and go eat a Hershey bar.

This year, I decided to go for it. I gave up Facebook. Now, I know that during Lent you're not supposed to be complaining about what you gave up, but I'm going to anyway. This is rough, guys. I can't talk to people when I should be paying attention in class. I can't stalk other people's lives and spend hours wondering why mine isn't as fulfilling. I can't procrastinate nearly as effectively. Life is tough.

This is only week one. Since Sundays don't count as part of the 40 days of Lent, I'm all OVER facebook this afternoon, but come midnight, I'm exiled for another week. Now, I suppose I don't NEED to hunt around on everybody else's pages all the time... but I definitely like having the option of getting on the computer and thinking to myself "Wow, that must have been a really fun trip you took. Your friends look so great. I really like that shirt. Why can't I be more like you? Where is my life even headed right now?! I hate everything." Just having that option is nice. But, since I'm complaining so much about how tragically difficult this is, I can't wimp out now.

Happy Freaking Lenten Season.

-Lauren

Happy Late New Year.

Okay, so, it is the new year (okay, 24 days into the new year) and I haven't posted anything on here yet, so I figured I should get on that. Of course, I decide to do this at 1:44 in the morning when I have made an overly optimistic plan to be up around 8:30 the following day. (I can tell you now that this is probably not going to happen.)

Some Fun Facts About My Life/Whatever the Heck I Feel Like Writing About, in List Form:

- I am now 21. I can legally drink alcohol. I also now have the freedom to go places and get carded all the time when I try to order something, which is what I am thinking will happen to me until... well... the day I die. (judging from the fact that I am still asked which grade I am in and I have to tell people that I am in the grade of college.)

- I am almost through every season of How I Met Your Mother that exists on Netflix. This is pathetic. I am pathetic. It is such a good show.

- The Drama/Theatre books section at the Barnes & Noble near my house seems to have disappeared. This is ridiculous. You people have 900 shelves of "I have a vampire boyfriend" novels, and you can't keep the tiny little area that had a couple of books on acting?

- A guy tried to friend me on facebook a little bit ago, and I have no idea who he is... but we have 12 mutual friends and almost all of his profile pictures are of him dressed as a pirate and holding giant bottles of alcohol and, in the case of one photo, a really large pencil. This makes me laugh every time I think of it, so I figured I would post about it here. His friendship request is still pending because I am not sure I need to be friends with random pirate man who dresses like that and goes to parties and events (yes, i stalked him), but I would also hate to never be able to flip through those photos again if I wanted to. And maybe I will meet him for real someday. And then I can accept his request. And continue to laugh at his pictures, one of which includes this man with his pirate costume from the waist up... and then he is just hanging out in some really cool zebra print swim trunks. Obviously, I can't reject his request just yet. We will probably get married or something.


That's all for now...
Lauren