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

Winter Break, Warp-Speed Showers & Angry Children.

1. Ethnomusicology/EfNOmusicology/When-the-&*%!-am-I-Ever-Going-to-Use-This-Information-ology (call it what you will) is officially OVER. I took the final, I did my stupid presentation on Bollywood in which I talked about this famous chick named Deepika Somethingorother who is the international spokesperson for Maybelline... and now I am done. This is a wonderful thing. Part of me will miss a FEW things about that class, but, overall, this is good.

2. I am about to take a shower in the theatre building. For those of you who haven't read my previous post, I SLEPT in this building the night before last. The amount of time I spend in here is borderline ridiculous. BUT ... here is the thing: our hot water heater at home is broken.

If you have talked to me for more than 20 minutes, I have probably informed you that having dirty hair is one of my biggest pet peeves. It drives me absolutely insane, and I feel like I might as well just not exist on the planet for the time that my hair is swimming in grease. (I know...gross visual, but accurate. I may be twenty, but my hair thinks I am still eleven.)

So, I like to wash my hair. But every time I get in the shower at home, it's like "oh, here is some hot water while you put shampoo in your hair but OH WAIT NOW IT IS GONE." and my shower turns into a mad dash to get the heck out of there asap.

SO... showers happen at school. This place contains hot water. Problem solved.

EXCEPT OH WAIT: Christmas break begins this evening so I will not be at school anymore. Our water heater will not be fixed until Tuesday. Everyone's excited about this.

3. Fun Fact: This week, I gave a presentation which included hand-made "puppets". I found faces for these puppets by google image searching things such as: "angry girl", "angry boy" and "Flo Progressive Commercial". Yeah. Thanks, Google.


That's all for now...

HAPPY WINTER BREAK!!!!!!!

-Lauren

I Do Not Live On Campus...But I've Been Creeping Around Here All Night Long. (the terror that is exam week)

6:04 am.
MY PAPER IS DONE AND HANDED IN.

handing in this paper involved a ridiculous amount of complications:

1. i don’t live on campus, so i decided to camp out in the theatre building to write my paper. in the middle of the night, when i had FINALLY finished writing it, i trekked from the theatre building to another building where they had a computer lab and a printer.

2. printed off the paper. needed a staple for it. there was no stapler in the computer lab.

3. back to the theatre building for said staple. the door to the theatre locked behind me when i left.

4. by the grace of god, a campus police man had come to let some other girl into the theatre building, so i got let in and could staple the stupid thing.

5. off through the cold to the building where my paper was due. it was locked.

6. i stood out in the cold for a few minutes until (again, by ridiculous magic) some kid happened to be walking out of there at 5:30 in the morning. he let me in.

7. i find my teacher’s office where my paper needs to go. it is behind a locked door. (SERIOUSLY?! I AM LITERALLY ONE DOOR AWAY FROM BEING DONE WITH THIS.)

8. i recall from half an hour ago that campus police unlocks random doors in the middle of the night.

9. my phone has 10% battery. it’s now or never. i call campus police and sound ridiculous, explaining to them that i literally needed to get into that corridor NOW to slip my paper in the envelope outside the door to her office or else i knew i would fall asleep right there in the hallway and never wake up again and miss the deadline and fail my class. i get put on hold while the lady sees if she can help me. i have to listen to elevator music while i try not to pass out on the phone.

10. the lady sends this guy over to unlock the door. my life is complete.

11. this is the same guy who unlocked the other building from before. he asked if i’d gotten my staple. we are sort of friends now.

12. I TURN IN MY PAPER.

13. back through the cold to the theatre building.

14. i am currently on a prop couch outside the faculty offices & i intend on sleeping here after i post this and then somehow making the hour drive back to my house. i have another final to study for today.

Sondheim, Wagner, Candy, Coffee, Cat.

On My Bed:
One cat.
One king size Kit Kat bar
One 20 oz. cup of Turkey Hill coffee. Irish cream and vanilla flavor shots. Vanilla creamer. Vanilla and chocolate powder in the shake-y containers. (I made this myself.)
6 Books. I have yet to open any of them.

Feeling:
Awake, but unfocused.

TIME: 11:11 pm.
Wish: It's a secret.

The Task: Finish this Paper.

Ready, Set, Go.

Red.

Soon, I will have red hair.
I've been wanting to dye it for awhile, and now I'm finally getting a chance to!

:)