Come On Wheels, Make This Boy A Man

I haven't written in so long, but just got inspired to do so. this one will be in mainly list form. big changes have been happening, crazy things, boring things, sad things, exciting things, disappointing things, et al. I've been doing great writing in my real journal, but haven't paid attention to this one at all. here is what has been happening the most in the past 10 days or so.

MUSIC
the flying burrito bros (sin city, wheels, hot burrito #1)
joni mitchell (post breakup necessity)
the band
otis redding (primal gut emotion + sexual desire + all you could want)
t.rex
MILEY CYRUS
wale (need more)
dirty projectors (too good)
des ark (on Thursday did a show acoustic oustide in a park for us mmmm)

PEOPLE
meredithmeredithmeredith
Amanda (need more)
the lovely&talented Eric Shaw (http://beautifuldecay.com/2009/07/20/interview-eric-shaw/)
Danielle (metropolitan cats)
Morgan (always&forever)
new people
[miss Ryan]

FOOD
reese's puffs
more&more coffee
four loko (cuatro krazy)
severe lack of d-hall :(

PLACES
laundromat
Carrier Library
my room
Blue Nile
our deck

CLASSES
eng 393 creative writing fiction
eng 382 film since 1960
thea 251 basic acting (terrifying)
smad 202 media arts
smad 460 movies & society (favorite)

QUOTES
"you don't know where you're going until you find where you belong" -the saga of pepote rouge
stuff the des ark girl said

EMOTIONS
excitement
sadness
disappointment
regret
stress
sleepy
miss (everybody)

WANT
less school
more fun
go out
different clothes (mini dress?)
travel (nashville, rva, ohio, NYC)
friends (new&old&better)
be okay





Trying to figure it all out between Eric's legs.


Hey, call me? Let's hang out.

He's Traded In Tomorrow For Today

The current source of my outdated lust:

The Going Up Was Worth The Coming Down

Back in Harrisonburg but not for long. Check out beach pics at new flickr account.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurieeeee/

Hey Sandy Girl

I will finally be seeing you again in five days. I can't wait. I better start getting more Springsteen in, you know, to prep.

I Can See Why You Think You Belong To Me

This past weekend was really great. It was good to hang out with friends and party and sing and dance and all that. I feel like it's renewed a lot of things in me, among them the desire to meet new people and travel. And just my views on myself and what I want to be doing. I want the rest of the summer to be like this. I hope it will be.

I'm thinking about getting back into social networking, because I miss my friends who are far away. But isn't myspace dead? I thought so.

Also, that picture isn't from this weekend, but I like it a lot.

The Wild Night Is Calling

I miss hangin' with friends. Summer in Harrisonburg is always so slow. I need to start making this bigger, grander, basically just kick it hard. Turning 20 was okay, kind of weird, pretty old. I got some nice presents from Ryan and his mom, though. And some friends made the trip down. Wish I had a way to upload photobooth pics, I just took some for the first time since the beach trip two years ago. That's one of the best times I can remember. And that summer was probably my favorite so far. Everything was done and beginning at the same time. I know what you're saying when you talk about missing it, Brittany. I wish I could relive it sometimes. But that is the cheap way out. Better to do more new craziness than relive great old craziness. Still, I'd like to do that beach trip this summer too.

25 Lighters On My Dressuhhh, Yessuhhh

Sometimes I am really proud of my body. Not necessarily the way it looks, but just what it can handle. I feel like it's strong, like it can take a lot. Sometimes I don't push it enough. My stomach is strong; I haven't thrown up in a decade. I can run, I think I have built up some endurance. I think I have good senses. My uterus is good at being regular (TMIzzz). Any meds I've been prescribed have been handled well. I haven't been to the hospital since I was born (maybe that's a bad thing). Etc etc. But obviously, I have no reason not to be proud of how my body does look. Here's a shot--


That's me last summer. You see, I am naturally hairless below the neck.

Of course, I am choosing to only look at what my body is good at. I can still have bad allergies, I catch plenty of colds, and I have absolutely no strength in my arms. And there have been several occasions where I just felt like my body was self-destructing on me. Even so, I'm a fan. Maybe I have good genes or something.

In other news, there's less than two weeks of classes left and that makes this the shortest-feeling semester ever. Seriously. And somehow I am not so eager to sell back my psychology book. That's been my most interesting class this semester, and I'm not ready to let go. Despite being in disbelief over the semester's end, it brings with it some great perks - mostly hot weather. Not just warm, but hot. And I've been able to hang out with new friends recently. I am looking forward to Maymester, and going to the pool and hiking and beaching and wearing my new tube top. Ryan doesn't think I'll ever wear it but I got to. Maybe I'll get a new 'do? I've been to a hair salon once in my life. I can't imagine paying for a haircut.

This lengthy post is brought to you by paper procrastination in Carrier Library. Now, some real writing.