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{Friday, November 28, 2003  }


Buy me something.

email to mom:

Christmaslist, organized by weight

First and foremost, money in the bank account for paying for little Things and for laundry and stuff and for plane tickets -- home, and to visit Jon. Not sure how plausible those are. So others...

(most/all of the books/CDs/movies may be found on amazon.com : http://www.amazon.com/o/registry/288AT2E9H26YZ )

1. money (mostly for plane tickets and laundry)
2. plane tickets
3. Books:
     A. By authors:
          i. Charles Williams
          ii. Thomas Aquinas (nothing on Thomas Aquinas, please, unless by McInerny)
          iii. McInerny (D.Q. or Ralph)
          iv. Jacques Maritain
          v. C.S. Lewis
          vi. P.G. Wodehowse
      B. By title:
          i. "Creative Intuition in Art and Poetry" (out of print) by Jaques Martain
          ii. "The Novels of Charles Williams" by Thomas Howard
          iii. "I am a Soldier, Too: The Jessica Lynch Story" by Rick Bragg, Jessica Lynch
          iv. "Absolutely American: Four Years at West Point" by David Lipsky
          v. "Descent of the Dove" by Charles Williams
          vi. "The Dore Illustrations for Dante's Divine Comedy" by Gustave Dore
          vii. "Through Blood and Fire at Gettysburg" by Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain
          viii. "Your Momma Thinks Square Roots are Vegetables" by Bill Amend
          ix. "Band of Brothers" by Stephen E. Ambrose
          x. "The Greater Trumps" by Charles Williams
          xi. some (good) Tridentine Missal
4. DVDs:
     i. "The Pirates of Penzance" (1983 -- VHS; not available on DVD)
     ii. "The Two Towers: Extended Edition"
     iii. "Band of Brothers"
     iv. "White Christmas"
     v. "Spirited Away"
     vi. "Surviving West Point"
     vii. "The Princess Bride"
     viii. "The Emperor's New Groove"
     ix. "Finding Nemo"
     x. "Gettysburg"
     xi. "The Adventures of Indiana Jones" (widescreen)
     xii. "The Little Mermaid"
5. CDs: (also, see Jon for suggestions)
     A. By composer:
          i. That "blue Bach" CD that dad's got that I've always liked
          ii. Gilbert and Sullivan (I only have "Pirates")
          iii. Mozart chamber music, if you can find it (string quartets, etc) and operas (not the comedies)
          iv. Puccini operas
     B. By singer/performer/group:
          i. Beatles (!!!)
          ii. Norah Jones
     C. By title:
          i. "By Jeeves"
          ii. "Henry V soundtrack"
          iii. "Come Away With Me" by Norah Jones
          iv. Bach B minor Mass
6. Camera repair/replacement(!!)
7. clothes of the fashionable sort (sweaters, church clothes, white button-down anythings)
8. jewelry (must be cleared by mom or Steph)
9. dishes
10. things for Jon
11. small fridge
12. secondhand tv/vcr
13. umbrella
(no trinkets, unless of a West Point nature. In fact, anything of a West Point nature is appreciated...)

Titles owned by aforementioned authors:
Williams: Descent into Hell, Place of the Lion, Many Dimensions, All Hallow's Eve, Shadows of Ecstacy
Lewis: The Chronicals of Narnia, The Weight of Glory, (the Walter Hooper info book), Out of the Silent Planet, That Hideous Strength, The Abolition of Man, A Grief Observed, Reflections on the Psalms, The Four Loves, Abolition of Man, The Dark Tower, Problem of Pain, Mere Christianity, Latin Letters of C.S. Lewis, Screwtape Letters, Great Divorce, Till We Have Faces, Experiment in Criticism. (Surprisingly enough, this does leave a great many titles yet unowned ) Wodehouse: Heavy Weather, an omnibus containing "The Inimitable Jeeves", "Very Good, Jeeves!", "Right Ho, Jeeves", Mulliner Nights, Code of the Woosters, How Right You Are Jeeves, Carry On Jeeves. (Books about Mulliner appreciated, Psmith, Blandings Castle, Ukridge, etc)
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Jon's going to get me another birdie. :)
posted by Lauren, 12:35 AM | link | 0 comments

{Thursday, November 27, 2003  }


Catullus III:
Lugete o veneres cupidinesque,
et quantum est hominum uenustiorum:
passer mortuus est meae puellae,
passer, deliciae meae puellae,
quem plus illa oculis suis amabat.
nam mellitus erat suamque norat
ipsam tam bene quam puella matrem,
nec sese a gremio illius mouebat,
sed circumsiliens modo huc modo illuc
ad solam dominam usque pipiabat.
qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum
illuc, unde negant redire quemquam.
at uobis male sit, malae tenebrae
orci, quae omnia bella deuoratis:
tam bellum mihi passerem abstulistis
o factum male! o miselle passer!
tua nunc opera meae puellae
flendo turgiduli rubent ocelli.

translation:
Mourn, ye Graces and Loves, and all you whom the Graces love. My lady's sparrow is dead, the sparry my lady's pet, whom she loved more than her very eyes; for honey-sweet he was, and knew his mistress as well as a girl knows her own mother. Nor would he stir from her lap, but hopping now here, now there, would still chirch to his mistress alone. Now he goes along the dark road, thither whence they say no one returns. But curse upon you, cursed shades of Orcus, which devour all pretty things! Such a sparrow you have taken away. Ah, cruel! Ah, poor little bird! All because of you my lady's darling eyes are heavy and red with weeping.
posted by Lauren, 11:05 PM | link | 0 comments

Sorry her lot who loves too well!

I'm never leaving my beloved bird in the hands of anyone other than myself or Jon ever again. I came back to hear that Jude has died, and nobody told me. And they got rid of his cage and everything. The poor bird. :'( I miss him so, so much. It's so bare and quiet in this computer room without the happy little chirping of a bird. And no more sleepy fluffing, no more little kisses or little "I miss you!" chirps or happy flutterings upon returns ... pets love unconditionally. Jude was so sweet... I had him since he was a tiny little pinfeathered thing. I had his daddy before then. I've had a parakeet (sometimes two) since 4th grade, and now it's really depressingly quiet and lonely here without one. I thought it was depressingly quiet and lonely without one at school. :( I so looked forward to coming home and seeing my sweet baby. And he wasn't very old at 6. Parakeets usually live to be about 12-15. I can't believe it. My sweet little birdie, gone...

Holidays really suck, you know? I hate thanksgiving.





Hey Jude
Don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember
To let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better
.
posted by Lauren, 10:44 PM | link

{Wednesday, November 26, 2003  }


In other news, I think Alipie should update her blog.
posted by Lauren, 12:29 AM | link | 0 comments

LOL! This is so cute, I stole it from CDT Fenton's IM profile:

Prayer Before Finals.....

Now I lay me down to study,
I pray the Lord I won't go nutty.
If I should fail to learn this junk,
I pray the Lord I will not flunk.
But if I do, don't pity me at all,
Just lay my bones in the study hall.
Tell my prof I did my best,
Then pile my books upon my chest.
Now I lay me down to rest,
And pray I'll pass tomorrow's test.
If I should die before I wake,
That's one less test I'll have to take.
posted by Lauren, 12:29 AM | link | 0 comments

{Tuesday, November 25, 2003  }


Oh wait! Okay, so *I* knew this, but for anyone else interested... Jon's 21st birthday was Monday!!!!!!!! Happy birthday, Jon!!!!
posted by Lauren, 9:25 PM | link | 0 comments

funny Jon-quote from his five-entry blog:

"If you would have told me one year ago that I had arthritis as a 19-year-old, I would have doubled over and, in a strange twist of irony, probably thrown my back out from stress caused by extremely intense laughter."
posted by Lauren, 9:25 PM | link | 0 comments

What?
Grover! Skinny + Blue; 'The Cuddly and Determined
Hero! With a grin on his face and a bounce in
his step, Grover-the self-proclaimed
"world's cutest monster"-is always
bursting with energy and curiosity. This
sometimes gets him into trouble in the real
world, but his mommy helps him out as she tells
her furry little son to keep trying.' He is
also a Libra!


Who is your sesame street boyfriend? (Yes with pictures)
brought to you by Quizilla

Hmmm.... Jon's a.... Saggitarius. I think. I'm Aquarius. I think. I don't know. I don't know the astrological stuff. Well, hmm. Jon's not skinny (he's BUFF! HANDS OFF, GIRLS! Mine!!!), though he's quite definitely cuddly. That's a little too happy and bouncy for Jon, but still... it's cute. Jon's cute. Haha. Okay, sorry, I try to make it a policy not to get too mushy on my blog. Maybe he's cookie monster. The description for that one is: "Cookie Monster! What can I say? Mr. Googly Eyes? 'His voice may be gruff, but Cookie Monster is a lovable, silly monster who has an appetite for everything in sight. His constant search for food leads him to more than simple treats as he discovers a wide variety of skills to help him solve problems.' He's also a Scorpio."

Yeah, that sounds a bit more like Jon, especially the eating everything in sight part.

I used to watch Sailor Moon. Sailor Venus always had the coolest pics:


Also, more sinfest:

Me. Or what used to be me. [G]

Also .... ditto!!! [L]



Also the following:






Hooah.
posted by Lauren, 8:58 PM | link | 0 comments

{Monday, November 24, 2003  }


AUGH! I HAPPENED AGAIN -- I wrote a LONG POST and blogger LOST it!!!!!!!
posted by Lauren, 9:00 PM | link | 0 comments

I remember the first time I ever saw a shooting star I said, "What the hell is that?" But nowadays when I see one I just say, "What is that?" I leave off the "hell" part. Maybe when I'm old I'll just say, "Whazzit?"
posted by Lauren, 5:23 PM | link | 0 comments

I think there probably should be a rule that if you're talking about how many loaves of bread a bullet will go through, it's understood that you mean lengthwise loaves. Otherwise it makes no sense.
posted by Lauren, 12:52 AM | link | 0 comments

{Thursday, November 20, 2003  }


Randomness in a Jon-Laird-humor-type way:

Love is not something that you can put chains on and throw into a lake. That's called Houdini. Love is liking someone a lot.

Maybe in order to understand mankind, we have to look at the word itself. Mankind. Basically, it's made up of two separate works-"mank" and "ind." What do these words mean? It's a mystery, and that's why so is mankind.

I'd like to see a James Bond movie where James Bond gets behind financially and maybe has to take out a bill consolidation loan, because even when he's applying for the loan he's still real smart-alecky.

If you ever fall off the Sears Tower, just go real limp, because maybe you'll look like a dummy and people will try to catch you because, hey, free dummy.

If I lived back in the Wild West days, instead of carrying a six-gun in my holster, I'd carry a soldering iron. That way, if some smart-aleck cowboy said something like "Hey, look. He's carrying a soldering iron!" and started laughing, and everybody else started laughing, I could just say, "That's right, it's a soldering iron. The soldering iron of justice." Then everybody would get real quiet and ashamed, because they made fun of the soldering iron of justice, and I could probably hit them up for a free drink.

Whenever someone asks me to define love, I usually think for a minute, then I spin around and pin the guy's arm behind his back. Now who's asking the questions?

Contrary to popular belief, the most dangerous animal is not the lion or tiger or even the elephant. The most dangerous animal is a shark riding on an elephant, just trampling and eating everything they see.

If I could be a bird, I think I'd be a penguin, because then I could walk around on two feet with a lot of other guys like me.

He was a cowboy, mister, and he loved the land. He loved it so much he made a woman out of dirt and married her. But when he kissed her, she disintegrated. Later, at the funeral, when the preacher said "Dust to dust," some people laughed, and the cowboy shot them. At his hanging, he told the others, "I'll be waiting for you in heaven - with a gun."

If I was being executed by injection, I'd clean up my cell real neat. Then, when they came to get me, I'd say, "Injection? I thought you said 'inspection.'" They'd probably feel real bad, and maybe I could get out of it.
posted by Lauren, 11:59 PM | link | 0 comments

There is a young cowboy he lives on the range
His horse and his cattle are his only companions
He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons
Waiting for Summer, his pastures to change

And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes as the doggies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
As if maybe someone could hear

Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Rockabye sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams
And rockabye sweet baby James

Now the first of December was covered with snow
And so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston
Lord, the Berkshires seemed dream - like on account of that frosting
With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go

There's a song that they sing when they take to the highway
A song that they sing when they take to the sea
A song that they sing of their home in the sky
Maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep
But singing works just fine for me

So goodnight you moonlight ladies
Rockabye sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues the colors I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams
And rockabye sweet baby James.
posted by Lauren, 11:42 PM | link | 0 comments

gahh! Look what I found! :

St. Blog's Parish (a bunch of Catholic blogs)
NoMoHo.org, a website about chastity
Porn Destroys Women
Little Latin, Less Greek some blog I haven't read by some guy I don't know, but he's Catholic and he has cool links!

That's really cool....
posted by Lauren, 1:05 AM | link | 0 comments

{Thursday, November 13, 2003  }


Oh, my schedule for next semester FYI:

MWF:
0900-2050 Lit Trad II
1100-1150 Principals of American Politics
1400-1450 Greek Tragedy

TuTh:
0800-0920 Gen Bio II
1100-1220 Gen Psych
1400-1650 Gen Bio Lab (Tuesday only)
1700-1829 Medieval Latin
posted by Lauren, 4:02 PM | link | 0 comments

Well... I was going to come back and clean up and shower before the meeting with my advisor, but my roommate is sleeping from pulling an all-nighter last night (augh, if I thought she was cranky before... she was downright witchy this morning; and she has to do it again on Friday night for a bio-lab :P). I figure I'll shower and clean up after the meeting, around 1. I just kind of want to sit and veg for a bit. I'm so tired... lack of sleep, though it's a norm, is really hitting me this week for some reason.

Sigh.

I'm not going to look at those two entries below for a bit. But I have an idea...

one which I'll have to tell later, ack. Ciao!
posted by Lauren, 1:13 PM | link | 0 comments

{Tuesday, November 11, 2003  }


The West Point Catholic Choir, when I heard them sing in Atlantic City, sang this song. I thought it appropriate for Veteran's day.

*salutes*

~~~

The Corps, The Corps, The Corps

The Corps bareheaded, salute it
With eyes up thanking our God
That we of the corps are treading
Where they of the corps have trod

They are here in ghostly assemblage
The men of the corps long dead
And our hearts are standing attention
While we wait for their passing tread

We sons of today, we salute you
You sons of an earlier day
We follow close order behind you
Where you have pointed the way

The long grey line of us stretches
Through the years of a century told
And the last man feels to his marrow
The grip of your far off hold

Grip hands with us now, though we see not
Grip hands with us strengthen our hearts
As the long line stiffens and straightens
With the thrill that your presence imparts

Grip hands, though it be from the shadows
While we swear as you did of yore
Or living or dying to honor
The Corps, and The Corps, and The Corps.

(available here to hear. It's only men's voices -- I think this profits from women's voices -- but it's still wonderful.)


Hear also the West Point Alma Mater.

Also, a list of the fallen: http://www.defendamerica.mil/fallen.html.

Let us honor those who have fought and died for our great country.

Also we remember and honor 2LT Richard Joyce.


We sons of today, we salute you ...
posted by Lauren, 3:47 PM | link | 0 comments

Alice is upset at me for killing her clone.

Lauren (2:37:08 PM): It's my favorite Alipie!!!
Alice (2:37:34 PM): Favorite implies plurality. :-P
Alice (2:37:43 PM): THERE'S ONLY ONE OF MEEEEE! :-D
Lauren (2:38:04 PM): That's what you think.
Lauren (2:38:09 PM): I cloned you while you were at my house.
Lauren (2:38:12 PM): heheheheheheheheh....
Alice (2:38:31 PM): Does the world really need two of me? [G]
Lauren (2:38:48 PM): No. No it doesn't. I discovered this fact quite quickly.
Alice (2:38:58 PM): You did NOT kill her off :-P:-P
Lauren (2:39:16 PM): No. She, er, had a little ... "accident".
Lauren (2:39:19 PM): Involving a train.
Lauren (2:39:21 PM): And ropes.
Lauren (2:39:26 PM): And a padlock.
Alice (2:39:34 PM): *smack*
posted by Lauren, 3:40 PM | link | 0 comments

{Monday, November 10, 2003  }


What do you think of when you hear a fife and drum?

I still can't get the image of myself in a uniform out of my head. I think of a long line of cadets, and me among their ranks. I'm such a dork, I've watched almost every single streaming video clip on the USMA class of '07 website. I want it, and I want it so badly again.

Yes, yes, I know. I need to get over this. No use crying over spilt milk. But I'm over tears now, I think. I've tried to push this desire away, but it keeps coming back. Sometimes I'm sure I'm supposed to be in the military, other times I'm ... well, to tell you the truth, I'm never 100% sure I'm not supposed to be in the military. It just seems the most likely option, probably what's going to happen anyway. Still I'm looking for a way in, any way in. I know, I probably have no idea what I'm asking, I probably have a trumped-up or idealized vision in my head. I don't care. [G] Break it for me, then.

Augh augh augh. I don't know what to do with my civilian life anymore. Not to imply that I have a real actual military life, but I know exactly what I'd want to do if I were in the military. I used to be so sure about what I was going to do with the rest of my life, but now I'm pretty clueless. The military image doesn't fit exactly, nor does the civilian one fit, either. But I want the military one more.

You know for all the work I do for classes here, it's not very intellectually stimulating. Yes, it's awful to say that, but still. Lit Trad is alright. Latin and Greek are just a lot of work, I don't think I'm really learning much of anything new except how to work my butt off. Philosophy is definitely not mentally challenging, and while Understanding the Bible is interesting, it's not really challenging per se. Next semester I can see psychology as challenging. Possibly Western Theo Trad. But again, ehhhh. Oh well, we'll see next semester.

I'm less and less scared of chemistry/physics/calculus -- I tried planning to one next semester, but none will fit with my schedule. I'll just have to steel myself, find a good tutor, and *do* it. And thus (to bring it back to the military, heh), I find myself less and less afraid of West Point. I fell in love with West Point, but upon hearing the amount of math/science required, I felt sure there would be no way I'd be able to do it. Now, not so. I can do it. It'll be freaking difficult and I'll probably squeak by with a C, but darnit, I can do it. I'm not the failure-type person. Failure is not an option. I can do it. Ha!

Well, now what scares me is the physical aspect. But I'm sure I can do that, too. But right now I'm probably not physically fit enough. I've never seriously played any sports or anything. I'm sure I could adapt, though. Cardio-vascular stuff everybody hates, and I am no exception. I'll break a sweat doing any kind of other workout, but cardio stuff ... ugh. I'll push myself, and I'd have other people to push me too.

Enough speculation! Must live in the present.

One thing I will say, though, I was right about myself. Mom and dad never showed much confidence in my ability to adapt, but I have adapted, and adapted well enough. Sure, I miss home a lot. Sure, my roommate situation is horrid. But you know what, the only thing that slows me down is sleep, and not by choice. I've handled my roommate conflict, and I don't have much farther to go as the semester's almost over. I've handled homesickness -- sure, it's gotten me pretty low, but I bounced right back. I feel another bout of homesickness coming on, but I can handle it, I know.

Darn, I've never feel this confident except when faced with ... *waves hand vaguely* whatever. I feel confident all of a sudden. I can do it. Yeah. Hooah.

I'll think about Things. But not too hard, never too hard. If one thinks about Things too much, bad things often occur.

Right now, I must write this theology paper. But I can do it! And I know what I'm going to say. And Dr. Brownsberger likes me and he doesn't, apparently, grade papers too harshly in terms of stupid nit-picky things. Ha. I've had an extra week to do this and I've done close to nothing, but I can do it all tonight and tomorrow!!! HAHA!!! BRING IT ON!!!

"Always remember, never surrender!"
~USMA class of '07 motto
posted by Lauren, 4:51 PM | link | 0 comments

{Sunday, November 09, 2003  }


So I stayed in the dorm pretty much *all* day just doing homework. I read some of the Aeneid (though not enough), but most of the day was spent reading Aquinas in Latin ( his commentary on Ephesians) out loud in English into a tape recorder. I shall later play back what I read and type it up, fixing errors along the way, and unsnarling some of the Latin phrases I couldn't decipher in less than 20 seconds. I was lazy and skipped over them for later. Fortunately there weren't too many of those. But what a high! I'm high on ... me. Haha. I'm so smart. ;)

I also got some Greek done, though very little. I'm taking Tyler's advice and writing down and looking up verbs first, and deciphering nouns later. This works to some extent. I could have gotten more done on it (I think I kind of fudged through the first 20 lines -- means I only have to do 30 tomorrow, yayness!) had I not been so tired and had I not been watching Mostly Martha in the background. [G] I should probably return to that shortly. I thought I would do my homework for Tuesday, so that Monday evening (and some of tomorrow) may be spent on my paper. I'm considering braving the campus mass again, just for economy of time. Augh. I dislike doing that very much. I do miss the Latin Mass. Sigh.

Oh, since my last post I am much better. I'm not about to crack anymore. However, I shall never again allow myself to make a list of things about which I am stressed.
posted by Lauren, 12:36 AM | link

{Wednesday, November 05, 2003  }


Why I may be acting weirdly ...

Jon: Whatcha thinkin, Lauren?
Lauren: I'm making a list of what I'm feeling and a counter-list of everything so far that's been unusual that's been happening within the past week to see if I'm being whiny or if I actually have an excuse
Jon: Is there anything I can do?
Lauren: help me analyze it once I'm done
Jon: My coherence is highly variable, but I'll try. ;-)
Lauren: holy cow
Lauren: I'm stressed out about a lot more things than I realized
Lauren: and I feel like I'm dealing with my stress plus Jenny's stress plus Katie's stress plus Steph's stress (though in a different way)
Lauren: I'm stressed out about the stupid people in the registrar's office, because they were so RUDE to me today. I went there because they said the schedule for next semester was going to be available today, and I went there and the lady snottily replied that it would be within the next two weeks
Jon: :-Lauren: I'm stressed because I'm toying with the idea of switching majors, and I want to make up two plans of What Courses I Might Take Here and At Home over the next 3 years, and I want to meet with my academic advisor about this but I have too much to prepare first
Lauren: I got less sleep than usual this weekend
Lauren: There are these stupid Dr's appts and coordinating schedules and getting rides and just the fact that I have to do it
Jon: *hugs Lauren*
Lauren: there was the three-day stress of the stupid diploma Wed/Thurs/Fri
Lauren: a bunch of smaller things: my camera, mom, Dr. Frat, Dr. Davies (who is REALLY MAD at our Lit Trad and Greek classes...), my theology paper, my voice lesson today, Collegium on Thursday and singing at Mass on Friday, my library books (I do NOT want another incident like that...), the fact that I can't find a good spiritual director down here and will probably wait to go to confession till I go home, about your parents, about my parents (mom won't leave me alone again), I've been anti-social lately and I'm still not getting enough work done, and I'm paranoid about the classes in which I'm not doing as well as I know I can: Philosophy, Latin, and Lit Trad.
Lauren: Thus, I am feeling sad, tired, stressed, weary, basically directionless in life, and slightly depressed.
Lauren: I think I need more sleep.
Lauren: whew. That was just a total unloading.
Lauren: so am I psychotic or what?
Jon: No. You're fine, mentally speaking. You'd be psychotic if you had all that and it didn't affect you. ;-)
Lauren: I knew I was acting/feeling weird. But I thought I was just being whiny. Maybe I still am.
Lauren: Hmm.
Lauren: *wonders how much of that is just nitpicky*
posted by Lauren, 2:45 AM | link | 0 comments

Alice, this was so moving I had to put it in my blog. It really brought tears to my eyes.

"I was stading in the military history section of the bookstore talking to one of the salespeople about why I needed a military history book, and I mentioned that I was in an NROTC program as a Marine Corps option cadet. There was a man in a wheelchair who was also in our aisle wearing a "World War 2 Veteran" ball cap, and he overheard our conversation. Anyway, the salesperson went away and I started going past the Wheelchair Man. As I was passing he reached up his hand to me, and when I gave him my hand he gave me...not a handshake, exactly...the kind of shake that Robert the Bruce gave William Wallace in "Braveheart" when he agreed to unite the clans. That kind. And he didn't speak or anything; he just took my hand and then went on. It was so incredibly sweet."

I love my Alipie, and I am SO happy for you and your position of potential-captain-of-the-drill-team!!! *sends lots of X's and O's* I love you!!!
posted by Lauren, 1:21 AM | link | 0 comments

{Tuesday, November 04, 2003  }


You buy wadded-up paper now!!!
posted by Lauren, 9:05 PM | link | 0 comments

SOMEBODY SET UP US THE BOMB ...

How are you gentlemen !!

All your base are belong to us. You are on the way to destruction. You have no chance to survive make your time. HA HA HA HA ...

For great justice...


p.s. Confucious say: man who stand on toilet high on pot
posted by Lauren, 9:00 PM | link | 0 comments

It's that time of year. Actually it was that time of year about three months ago. Yes, you're right: the time of year to make up a ridiculously ... ridiculous Christmas list!!!

And here's JUST the BEGINNING of MINE! :

1. Money
2. Expensive jewelry
3. Expensive clothes (of the fashionable sort)
4. Expensive plane tickets home
5. Expensive books
6. Expensive movies
7. Expensive music
8. Expensive computer upgrades
9. Expensive Care Bear socks
10. Expensive money

Also, see my Amazon.com online wishlist!

Also, I want the following shirts from homestarrunner.com :
Trogdor Lite -- with majesty!
Homestar running
Homsar -- raise by a cup of coffee!
And a Strong Bad hoodie

You have your work cut out for you. Buy me something. If you're not broke yet, you're not finished buying me stuff!!! Remember -- give until it hurts. DOES IT HURT YET? DIDN'T THINK SO!

;)
posted by Lauren, 2:14 PM | link | 0 comments