all romantics meet the same fate someday

Sat, 08 Mar 2008 22:25:33 GMT

PERMANENTLY MOVED!

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**I am now permanently moved. If you so desire, remove me from your friendslists, now.

♥ Bai-bai

Fri, 07 Mar 2008 00:02:05 GMT

MOVING SOON

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I'll be adding everyone over the next few days and getting my layout set up. Be sure to add me. Journal will be friends only.

When I saw her, the Yankees lost to the Braves..

Thu, 22 Feb 2007 05:08:34 GMT

Happy Birthday
2 Christy et Moi
[We are finally 18]

Tue, 20 Feb 2007 13:46:30 GMT

40.

hey you, now when they call it cool - it's just so mean & cruel. they sold you out.

RAWR. POTATO.

Fri, 20 Oct 2006 03:04:35 GMT

I have nothing to say.

A bartender sang "Layla" to me tonight.

I found old notes. One was from Shannon and Lauren to me. Lauren wrote, "Kurt Cobain was a sexy beast." That is all.

I also found shirts I wish didn't exist. RAWR.

[insert random thing about dead things]

Rulers make bad lovers. You'd better put your kingdom up for sale.

Mon, 16 Oct 2006 22:18:30 GMT

"You know what, Courtney? I don't really know what 'Gold Dust Woman' is about. I know there was cocaine there and that I fancied it gold dust, somehow. I'm going to have to go back to my journals and see if I can pull something out about 'Gold Dust Woman.' Because I don't really know. It's weird that I'm not quite sure. It can't be all about cocaine."
--Stevie Nicks (to Courtney Love) in an interview from '97.

Thu, 06 Apr 2006 02:10:12 GMT

she'll come back as fire to burn all the liars
and leave a blanket of ash on the ground

You're never going to get any older. I am. I get older every day. You lived too many lives at once. I wish I could be old enough to truly miss you. But I'm never going to ask you why.

Wed, 22 Feb 2006 12:44:21 GMT

from my eyes flows glacier water
from my soul: sick obscenities
i died eating french fries in the restaurant
on the corner where you broke my heart
i cried 'cause i bit my tongue knowing
truth would wash over you like a rash

Happy Birthday to Christy&Me!!!

♥~ a very meevish L1

Just so you know...

Sat, 04 Feb 2006 21:11:26 GMT

For random musings, pictures, poems and what-have-you...

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due to complications in my brain, from here on out this journal is...

Mon, 02 Jan 2006 01:45:46 GMT

Comment to be added and such.
♥ ~ Lauren

P.S. I'm not doing any friendslist editing. If you're there, now, you're going to remain there. So if you're already my friend, don't bother commenting.

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Sat, 31 Dec 2005 16:58:54 GMT

I feel quite exhausted. I need a shower. And I need more sleep. Especially if I want to stay up late to get my obligatory glass of champagne. I wish I could have more than that. I'm craving it. I'm thinking of making this journal Friends Only from here on out. It's getting pretty annoying having to screen this and make sure I FO some posts, and don't do others. *sigh*... I don't know. Well... we'll know what I decide eventually.

I want to see you use your capabilities
build me an ocean and destroy it with your heart

freedom's on my list today and i'm feeling pissed

Fri, 30 Dec 2005 23:02:08 GMT

I agree with shesatiger. People really are weird.

I love this song, okay? Everyone should.

So today I discovered that I can be a really big snob. I'm not exactly ashamed or guilty or anything. I like being a snob. It makes me feel real.

I am not making any New Year's resolutions this year. They never work for me. I will be drinking, and enjoying, some champagne tomorrow. For the first year I am actually looking forward to being force-fed champagne. I love myself today.

I can be such a feminist.

I'm out.

but right now, there's dust on my guitar, you fuck
and it's all your fault - you paralyzed my mind,
and for that - you suck

We broke our mirrors.

Thu, 29 Dec 2005 18:52:17 GMT

This is my element.

Nirvana, good coffee, plenty of time to write.

This is therapy.

I feel much better.

A gutter-bride.

35 at 17.

But I'm not crazy.

half underwater

Tue, 27 Dec 2005 18:28:02 GMT

Suddenly, I don't feel like myself.

Oh Sylvia.

I feel rather unhinged.

What a sorry self I have become.

Give me rose petals any day.

My room needs cleaning.

forget this cold bohemian hell

Sun, 25 Dec 2005 04:03:10 GMT

Christmas bells are ringing...

Anyway, my parents are off playing Santa to someone else's children. It's kind of sweet of them.

I hope everyone is having a Merry Christmas. I'm just existing with my RENT soundtrack.

♥

"My boyfriend listens to Rasputina." Whatever.

Fri, 23 Dec 2005 15:56:31 GMT

I am quite sick, now. I had a fever last night. Which explains my rapid-occuring, horribly volatile mood swings. Alas, there is laundry to be done, and bathrooms to scrub. Because we're going to have company tomorrow night. Which means I may not be around here for a couple of days. That will be weird. I'm so used to this.

And now I have to finish this entry later.

I'll edit lots today, I think.

EDIT 2:28PM: All My Children is a fascinating show. And laundry is excruciatingly boring.

EDIT 12:12AM: OHEMGEE! Guess who totally got her full license two.months.early!!!!!!! Yeah, that's right, me. For being a good girl. ♥ I'm so happy and proud of myself and stuff.

I am much too lazy to change...

Thu, 22 Dec 2005 17:26:53 GMT

...I'm rather conditioned to my life of melodrama

I have not felt this good in awhile. I'm doing that thing again where everything is new to me. It's like... like a computer. When you hit the Refresh button so that something different is seen on the page. That's what it feels like. Like... occasionally I get bored with what I see on the page, so I have to hit the Refresh button.

And today... is a refreshed day. Quite pretty. I was just outside. And I have got lovely beautiful music playing that's so... inspiring.

And... right now I just... I love you all and I wanted to tell you that.

Peaces.

xoxox
~lauren

9:30 and I'm hearing the words... "to S&M... LA VIE BOHEME." But not in the theater.

Wed, 21 Dec 2005 02:33:39 GMT

Why did I get myself locked in the house this week? Cleaning sucks.

Next week better be awesome, or I'll shoot something in the face, like whoa.

Everyone better want to go see RENT with me, or I'll shoot you all in the face, like whoa.

[[/endrant]]

Ohhhh SPACE GHOST~

Tue, 20 Dec 2005 05:56:16 GMT

Why do the Ramones SUCK SO MUCH LIKEWHOA?

EDIT 12:57 PM: Tad Ghostal. Katy Did.

Zorak eats anything.

Mon, 19 Dec 2005 06:08:00 GMT

His eyes were too blue.

They make me shiver.

And I'm feeling like a junkie.

Someone shoot me.

la cienega just smiled... "see ya around"

Fri, 16 Dec 2005 23:44:20 GMT

I feel... like a sunset.

And a mineral.

L2... I love you!

The Theory of Damn Randomtivity: as postulated by Michelle and I.

Thu, 15 Dec 2005 04:19:57 GMT

The Theory of Damn Randomtivity states: You are as random as the person standing next to you.

To refresh your memory on The Theory of Randomtivity...

This theory is proven by calculus... sort of. It's actually just basic word math. But one day... there will be calculus.

Here is the math:

Crisis man + Crisis Man + Normal Man = Crisis Man x 3.

So, in conclusion, when you have two crisis-men and there is a third man with them (not a crisis, but a normal), this third man is automatically a crisis. Not one of any importance, but a crisis, nonetheless.

Also:

Legendary + Secondary + Normal Man = Crisis Man^3 (to the third power).

So there you have it, folks. The corrolary to the original theory or whatnot. It's beautiful. And seriously, there will one day be Calculus involved.

And, as an added note, Secondary looked hot today. kthnx.

A note to Michelle: peppermintbodyoilwhat?

EDIT 11:24 PM: Crises are just an example. This could be anything. But... anyway... Crises are the best example.

i can't believe it's true

Wed, 14 Dec 2005 01:55:30 GMT

Too much coffee.

I love you.

He's not a bastard anymore. ^.^ ♥

We fixed it all.

And... L2... all will be well, I promise. I promise promise promise. You will be un-busy soon.

"That's what makes us who we are," he said to me.

Tue, 13 Dec 2005 04:20:46 GMT

If that's what makes us who we are, then who are we? And what the hell are we doing here?

I want to believe that there's something between us, but each time I try to think that far into it, something makes me see that we're just friends, and I should hate him. But I don't.

I feel like... I don't even want to tell you what I feel like. So I won't.

♥

life is a mellow dream

Tue, 13 Dec 2005 03:16:46 GMT

"That's what makes us who we are."

I don't really have much to say. I feel weird today. Awkward. Like fighting. With someone I like. So I am. And Michelle thinks I don't love her anymore. But I do.

Seventeen :: Keren Ann

Look at me I'm only seventeen
The many years between us
Have been broken
Look at me under the evergreen
Life is a mellow dream
Almost unspoken

By the way
You said you're here to stay
Let me love you til tomorrow
Then it will last a year and a day
Maybe we're here to forget

Look at me, I'm only seventeen
It hasn't been too long
But it's been lonely
Look at me,and smell the tangerine
Life is a mellow song
But only only

By the time
You reach your lemon-lime
I will love you till tomorrow
Then it will last a year and a day
Maybe we're here to forget

Look at me, I'm only seventeen
It hasn't been too long
But it's been lonely
Look at me, under the evergreen
Life is a mellow song
If only only...