Turkey Day!

Well obviously I have a life and didn't post on Turkey Day (aka Thanksgiving). So I'm posting now!

HAPPY BELATED TURKEY DAY!

Hope y'all had a good turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, and whatever-else-ya-had dinner! :)

Babysitting Failure

I am such a pushover. Just got home from a babysitting job, and didn't get the kid in until the dad came home... Like, 30 minutes late.

Oops....

Past, Present, Future Me

So yesterday, this was me:

"Look out, guys! Don't walk into that bench!" *trips over bench*

And today this was me:

"Oh, no! He's choking! Hemlich remover! I mean, maneuver."

And tomorrow, hopefully this is me:

"That's right, I AM awesome. I want to thank everyone, even though they are not responsible for obtaining this Nobel Peace Prize- I am, because I'm just that friggin' awesome."

Or:

"Awww, you had secretly harbored a passionate, undying love for me? That's cool. That's cool."

Or:

"Yes, I DID just spiked the volleyball for our winning point. Yes, I AM awesome. Proceed with the cheering; go on."


Or, uhm, maybe not. As far fetched as it seems, all that COULD happen though. (Possibly.)

Hullo, Mate

I adore British accents. It seems so much more... Sophisticated than American accents.

I would like a British acccent! I would also like it if I could buy one and transfer it into myself like data on a computer. That's be pretty sweet. Moving to the UK would be an option too, I suppose. I mean, not just to achieve that awesome accent (authentically). No, that's silly. Of course not.

Well... Maybe a little.

Or I could just get a boyfriend with a British accent... :)

Double Sigh

I just realized that my NJ friends seem like they don't really care whether they see me again or not.

I can't believe I thought nothing would change after I move(d)!

That just goes to show how naive I am... Haha. Uhm I really wish I would stop dwelling on this and move on with my life. But nope. That's me!

It really does feel like a day where everyone is utterfly repulsed by you.

Sigh

Man, it's just one of those days where you feel like no one likes you. Or cares about you.

I just typed that and now realize that was really, really, really depressing and negative and stuff. Heh.

Rain, Rain, Go AWAY!

So how does walking home (half a mile) during a flooding rain affect Lauren?
~Lauren has only an umbrella between her and the rain. She is drenched.
~Her borrowed black fur boots are soaked.
~Her clothes are soaked.
~She is freezing.
~She is getting sick.
~Her formerly curly hair (which took a long time to do in the morning) gets wet and completely straightens out.

Yay! How fun.

Readers?

Uhm, why do I feel like random people are reading this blog? Like a hundred every day? That hit counter at the top is really starting to freak me out.

Birth Flowers and Birthstones

Wow!
My birth flower is chrysanthemum... Guess who LOVES chrysanthemum tea?

My birthstones:
Pearl, Wednesday

Beryl, Scorpio

Topaz, Sagittarius and November

Citrine, November

Wow!

All these... According to days of the week, traditional months, zodiac, etc. Pretty! Well, I guess I'm happy enough. :)

Also, now I understand why the color yellow seems to stalk me.

Laelia's Boudoir

Okay, so I suddenly remembered this chatroom service that I was OBSESSED with back in 6th grade...

And it's actually not bad, though it depends solely on the purpose and behavior of the user.

Anyway. So I made it...

Feel free to come on. No promises that you won't be banned or something though. (Bad behavior, habitual use of vulgar/explicit language, etc.)

www.xat.com/LaeliasBoudoir I'm "Laelia"/"Scarlett"/"Frostphire". (Duh.)

Or, you can just, like, scroll ALLLLLLLL the way down to the bottom of the blog to go to the chat. Because that's totally cool too.

RE: RE: Grilled Cheesus

To SillyObserver:

True, we need something to believe in... I think what we believe in is open to the person though.

Not quite sure if you're trying to convert me....? ;)

Ehm, hello?

Ehem... I wonder how many people actually read this... I hope not many...