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.