woooo. video/film c:
life groups was good.
i talk a lot.
my feet are not touching the ground.
because the chair is to high.
waffle party was grand this morning.
yumm.
taaa
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
on writing.
Alright, that didn't work.
I am watching boy meets world, and i am actually supposed to be writing a book review.But i keep checking tumblr, and now daddy is barbecuing! and he hasn't done that in so long c: and my phone works, and everything is just good right now.
though i dont know what book i am going to do. this is difficult.
hehe. twenty minutes later...
i should probably BEGIN that review.
taking pictures of myself isn't help either.
ALRIGHT.
WHO AHS A BOOK I CAN REVIEW?!
I am watching boy meets world, and i am actually supposed to be writing a book review.But i keep checking tumblr, and now daddy is barbecuing! and he hasn't done that in so long c: and my phone works, and everything is just good right now.
though i dont know what book i am going to do. this is difficult.
hehe. twenty minutes later...
i should probably BEGIN that review.
taking pictures of myself isn't help either.
ALRIGHT.
WHO AHS A BOOK I CAN REVIEW?!
Monday, August 23, 2010
IT WILL BE GONE!
Dear Blog,
I will lose weight. It may be slow. But it will happen.
I love you.
Goodnight.
http://www.livestrong.com/profile/rawrlaur/
track me?
I will lose weight. It may be slow. But it will happen.
I love you.
Goodnight.
http://www.livestrong.com/profile/rawrlaur/
track me?
Sunday, August 22, 2010
I am a fail in delicious ways
“I bit into my yellow peach; the sweet juices showered itself onto my tongue. The hair of the fruit tickled my face as I pulled it away and I stared up into the sun. I closed my eyes and let the hot invisible tentacles from the yellow burning star lay itself onto my already too hot face. When I opened my eyes only seconds later, the world seemed bright and washed out. My eyes blinked involuntary until I shifted my head down a few angles; now facing the trees surrounding my entire property. The gentle breeze blew an uncomfortable hot wind into my face, leaving my hair dancing in the wind.” Skyler read off the paper that had been passed to him, he lifted his head nervously looking at his teacher seated at the back of the room; He hadn’t wrote this, his best guess was that a girl did. It wasn’t abnormal for papers to be passed around when due.
Also- i didn't post last night because i had a tennis dinner i went to. it was fun. i cant eat fast. and i have bug bites. woo!
Nail Polish: Mango by Petites
Colours of me: White, Blue, Purple, White with purple.
<33
Laurrr
Also- i didn't post last night because i had a tennis dinner i went to. it was fun. i cant eat fast. and i have bug bites. woo!
Nail Polish: Mango by Petites
Colours of me: White, Blue, Purple, White with purple.
<33
Laurrr
Friday, August 20, 2010
Oh Flickr, you devil.
This is all i can offer: http://www.flickr.com/photos/rawrlaurrr
honestly, i had a bad day at school, involving my math teacher, who i don't like saying and i quote "umm calmdown." never tell a girl to calm down!
most times we are ALREADY calm, thus telling us to calm down will make us angry. and would you please answer the damn question?!
ugh.
taaa
honestly, i had a bad day at school, involving my math teacher, who i don't like saying and i quote "umm calmdown." never tell a girl to calm down!
most times we are ALREADY calm, thus telling us to calm down will make us angry. and would you please answer the damn question?!
ugh.
taaa
Thursday, August 19, 2010
OHHAI LIFE!
Hello blog!
day two.
i have decided to give you "my life story" that i wrote for my bible class.
HERE:
My life has been what several would call “easy” some would call “slightly difficult”; of course it can’t be both, but can it be neither? If I were to call myself something it would be “anomaly”, I’m practically an expert in Photoshop- yet I have to take a beginners class due to the system of all that is grades being based up a simple sort of number system, of you do one then two and so forth up the ladder. Things are both easy and extremely difficult for me. Before we dive in there’s a few things that we must begin with: the first is my love of nail polish. It’s one of my favourite things in the world. Another thing is that I don’t approve of stupidity, my normal means most people don’t. I’m the kind of person who grows impatient and in return a lot of people tend not to like me. The last thing I need to mention is that I am extremely self-conscious, with low self-esteem and confidence. None of these things I guess, are “bad” in fact I have no regrets in my life, I believe that everything that has happened up to this point has made me who I am- and I don’t want to be anyone other than myself.
When I was three turning four my Mother gave birth to my brother, this event has solely changed my life, not only because my mother got extremely sick, but because I would soon learn that even though my mom was “different” now, she honestly was the same in my mind. My mom had a stroke not too long after my brother- Eli, was born. It’s been said that it’s a miracle what’s happened; to me, she’s just my mom. How do I go about treating someone different even though they are the same as everyone else? I have a difficult time treating other people who have had strokes, though at early ages maybe sometimes later ages, completely different than how I would normally treat someone. One of my standards is that if my mom can do it- then so can just about anyone else- I can’t just mollycoddle. I want everyone to live up to the standards I set- to be fair I aim to live up to the same set of standards. This includes spelling, winning, not calling names, and not taking any mean or dumb stuff from anyone. Those standards may be silly- but they are mine, thus to me they aren’t, though they get called silly an awful lot.
My father is extremely busy with work and so forth. I think I’ve only been to his office four times- and he has been in the same office for almost a year I believe. I don’t know what his truck really looks like- I’ve ridden in it but three times; out of a year. The last time I really spent time with him was when I was in eighth grade and we went on the east coast trip. We went on a separate one which was all together better, cost less, and I could do what I wanted- and not the class which made my final junior high year pretty awful. My dad is away on work too much, and seems too busy to do what little tasks I ask. Though I try not to comment or bring them up, because I hate when people are angry, or upset at me.
There are three children in my family- and if not already guessed, I am the middle child. I live up to several stereotypes such as, feeling like I don’t get enough attention. With Jordan off at college and the family aspect is supposed to miss her like crazy; and Eli finally growing up- though not maturing much and still being babied and throwing fits when the tiniest thing is classified to him as wrong- how am I supposed to make my way other than to just slink my in the shadows?
This is pretty much how I have gone through life, lumped with one sibling or the other; this is the first time where I have really been able to “spread my wings and display my name” I am Lauryn. I speak in metaphors, and spell them all correctly, if you aren’t careful I will correct yours as well (you in this sentence being everyone.) I want to be a psychologist. I like writing and I am neither Eli nor Jordan. I am not like either of them; I do different things in much different ways, and I care about much different things; no matter how often my siblings put me down for liking them.
I often use my grades as a sort of attention seeker, though I don’t like to admit it. I value my friendships most importantly; I have only a select few as real friends. I grip onto them and try to never let go. I don’t make friends well, though I'm picky. I’m the best combination of worst things, and the worst combinations of the best things; I’m just a giant contradiction of things and feelings that just should be. Several of my very best friends I’ve met on the internet (no they aren’t fifty year old men going “hey, lets meat tnight????” They are fifteen and sixteen year olds who parents I have talked to. We converse daily, either through phones, internet, or hand written letters).
I’ve played sports through most of my life, and they have done a great deal in shaping me- whether or not I liked the coach, or team. I’ve played: Tennis, English Horseback Riding, Track, Swim, Soccer, Gymnastics, Softball, and Volleyball. Recently, I worked in the packing house over at Brandts, from that I learned that I can’t make people do what I want, I won’t see eye to eye with everyone, and things will be extremely boring.
So I say thank you to everyone who has shaped- or will shape me as a person, I believe that I hold an extreme amount of promise, I want to achieve so much, and the only way that I can really do that is to move forwards. So I will begin that by taking normal sized steps- like for one printing this out and meeting responsibilities. In so many ways I see the path set before me- and in some of the exact same ways I see the exact ways I could mess it all up. Here is to right paths without mess ups!
day two.
i have decided to give you "my life story" that i wrote for my bible class.
HERE:
My life has been what several would call “easy” some would call “slightly difficult”; of course it can’t be both, but can it be neither? If I were to call myself something it would be “anomaly”, I’m practically an expert in Photoshop- yet I have to take a beginners class due to the system of all that is grades being based up a simple sort of number system, of you do one then two and so forth up the ladder. Things are both easy and extremely difficult for me. Before we dive in there’s a few things that we must begin with: the first is my love of nail polish. It’s one of my favourite things in the world. Another thing is that I don’t approve of stupidity, my normal means most people don’t. I’m the kind of person who grows impatient and in return a lot of people tend not to like me. The last thing I need to mention is that I am extremely self-conscious, with low self-esteem and confidence. None of these things I guess, are “bad” in fact I have no regrets in my life, I believe that everything that has happened up to this point has made me who I am- and I don’t want to be anyone other than myself.
When I was three turning four my Mother gave birth to my brother, this event has solely changed my life, not only because my mother got extremely sick, but because I would soon learn that even though my mom was “different” now, she honestly was the same in my mind. My mom had a stroke not too long after my brother- Eli, was born. It’s been said that it’s a miracle what’s happened; to me, she’s just my mom. How do I go about treating someone different even though they are the same as everyone else? I have a difficult time treating other people who have had strokes, though at early ages maybe sometimes later ages, completely different than how I would normally treat someone. One of my standards is that if my mom can do it- then so can just about anyone else- I can’t just mollycoddle. I want everyone to live up to the standards I set- to be fair I aim to live up to the same set of standards. This includes spelling, winning, not calling names, and not taking any mean or dumb stuff from anyone. Those standards may be silly- but they are mine, thus to me they aren’t, though they get called silly an awful lot.
My father is extremely busy with work and so forth. I think I’ve only been to his office four times- and he has been in the same office for almost a year I believe. I don’t know what his truck really looks like- I’ve ridden in it but three times; out of a year. The last time I really spent time with him was when I was in eighth grade and we went on the east coast trip. We went on a separate one which was all together better, cost less, and I could do what I wanted- and not the class which made my final junior high year pretty awful. My dad is away on work too much, and seems too busy to do what little tasks I ask. Though I try not to comment or bring them up, because I hate when people are angry, or upset at me.
There are three children in my family- and if not already guessed, I am the middle child. I live up to several stereotypes such as, feeling like I don’t get enough attention. With Jordan off at college and the family aspect is supposed to miss her like crazy; and Eli finally growing up- though not maturing much and still being babied and throwing fits when the tiniest thing is classified to him as wrong- how am I supposed to make my way other than to just slink my in the shadows?
This is pretty much how I have gone through life, lumped with one sibling or the other; this is the first time where I have really been able to “spread my wings and display my name” I am Lauryn. I speak in metaphors, and spell them all correctly, if you aren’t careful I will correct yours as well (you in this sentence being everyone.) I want to be a psychologist. I like writing and I am neither Eli nor Jordan. I am not like either of them; I do different things in much different ways, and I care about much different things; no matter how often my siblings put me down for liking them.
I often use my grades as a sort of attention seeker, though I don’t like to admit it. I value my friendships most importantly; I have only a select few as real friends. I grip onto them and try to never let go. I don’t make friends well, though I'm picky. I’m the best combination of worst things, and the worst combinations of the best things; I’m just a giant contradiction of things and feelings that just should be. Several of my very best friends I’ve met on the internet (no they aren’t fifty year old men going “hey, lets meat tnight????” They are fifteen and sixteen year olds who parents I have talked to. We converse daily, either through phones, internet, or hand written letters).
I’ve played sports through most of my life, and they have done a great deal in shaping me- whether or not I liked the coach, or team. I’ve played: Tennis, English Horseback Riding, Track, Swim, Soccer, Gymnastics, Softball, and Volleyball. Recently, I worked in the packing house over at Brandts, from that I learned that I can’t make people do what I want, I won’t see eye to eye with everyone, and things will be extremely boring.
So I say thank you to everyone who has shaped- or will shape me as a person, I believe that I hold an extreme amount of promise, I want to achieve so much, and the only way that I can really do that is to move forwards. So I will begin that by taking normal sized steps- like for one printing this out and meeting responsibilities. In so many ways I see the path set before me- and in some of the exact same ways I see the exact ways I could mess it all up. Here is to right paths without mess ups!
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