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Friday, December 15, 2006
Hi all,
I know it's been a bazillion years since I've posted on lj, but I figure I have reason to do so now!! I'm going to Wesleyan University next year!! I just got in E.D. yesterday, and I'm freaking out with joyfullness!
Now Nina and Ranjan have to get into Harvard, Beckia has to get into Yale, and Nicole has to get into Conn College. That would be joyful. Except for Amita D:
Oh well,
I guess I'll stop posting again haha.
Lora-lor
Current mood:  ecstatic Current music: none at the moment
Monday, September 4, 2006
Hi all,
I know it's been ages since I've posted. so here I am.
Songs that bring me joy:
1.) Another Train - by Pete Morton
2.) Angel from Montgomery - by John Prine
3.) Better Things - by Dar Williams
4.) The Beauty of the Rain - by Dar Williams
5.) The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy) - by Simon & Garfunkel
6.) Imagine - by John Lennon
7.) Vincent - by Don McLean
8.) We Didn't Start the Fire - by Billy Joel
9.) La Vie Boheme - from Rent
10.) What I Got - by Sublime
So school started last Wednesday and already I've had tons of homework. Yay for senior year. :-/ It's too weird; I feel old and lacking in Molly and Courtney and Rachel and Jess and everybody else who is gone. The groovy thing is being the oldest in Outdoor Ed so I can boss people around. Like Chris. mwahaha. And being slightly Mollyesque and making friends with freshies. Like Sarah. And Alex. And Angus. They're groovy juvies. *can't think of anything else to say*
Well then
buenos noches chicos (guys *snapsnap*)
Lauralor
Current mood:  weird Current music: Beatles
Monday, August 14, 2006
Hi,
I'm back. Yea I know I haven't posted in millenia, but here I am to post my schedule and find out if any of you are in my classes. so let me know. And no, I'm not going to update you on my entire summer, since there's way too much to tell. And I'm too lazy.
1.) AP Spanish, Roman
2.) AP Calculus BC, Strohl
3.) AP Themes in World Lit (or whatever the heck it's called), Beck-Briggs and Sommers
4.) Lunch
5.) AP European History, Dolan
6.) PE, Danaher - Tuesdays and Fridays
7.) Chorale, Riker - Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays
8.) China Honors, Caldwell
yea so that's it
Laura-lor/Heathen/Laura/whatever the heck you call me
Current mood: weird Current music: Beatles
Friday, May 19, 2006
12:26PM
wow Harry and the Potters makes me incredibly happy. Thank you Molly. Oh *reminds molly about invite* there you told me to do that. But you might not read this, so I'll have to do that again. Yeah.
I have 5 more minutes.
Productive things I could be doing:
1.) Physics Homework
2.) Starting studying for finals
3.) writing that weird short story I was thinking about last night about crazy people on the subway
4.) reading that article for spanish
5.) trying (yet again) to get my spanish project saved on the z drive (oh wait, that wouldn't be productive since it doesn't work. gah)
6.) spinning like a maniac in the middle of the computer lab
hrm
PROM IS TOMORROW!!!!!!! and that means I get to see billyboy! woot
Current mood: amused Current music: Harry and the Potters
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
12:20PM
I'm wearing my dad's tie. It's crazy and paisleyish.
HIEE!!! My name is Laura-lor, and I am a boogie woogie thing. Aye aye, Cap'n!
^that was Becky.
she hijacked my keyboard. and she's a children at heart.
Anyway. I like my dad's tie.
and spring concert is tonight. woohoo
Sunday, May 7, 2006
I have a prom dress!!! yay!
it's beautiful. or so i like to think. it makes me happy though - and it's hangin on the back of my door so i keep looking at it and being happy. yay. so it really doesn't matter if it's actually beautiful since it makes me happy. and that's all that matters cause i feel beautiful wearing it. so then i have high self esteem. which is groovy. not that i ever have low self-esteem. not even after hell week, which just ended. except i have a math test tomorrow. ack. but sats and aps are over. which is tres groovy. even though i don't speak french. i guess i should go with muy groovy. anyway. life is good, or will be after fourth period tomorrow. since after 4th i have lunch, stress-free history, chorale and photo. woohoo. this is really terribly written. oh well....bedtime for laurlaur. adios.
Current mood: weird Current music: Hippie tunes of course
Thursday, April 27, 2006
WHY DO ALL OF EVAN'S FRIENDS THINK I'M A SLUT?!
WHAT IS HE SAYING ABOUT ME?
Avalya (10:36:18 PM): i have a friend who was looking for archeology programs
Avalya (10:36:25 PM): i was going to put you in touch
historygirl89 (10:36:30 PM): groovy
Avalya (10:36:35 PM): but she has decided that you are a russian sex slave
historygirl89 (10:36:42 PM): excuse me?
historygirl89 (10:36:51 PM): why is it that all of your friends think i'm a slut because you know me?
Avalya (10:37:09 PM): well, nick did because he is sexually stiffled
historygirl89 (10:37:11 PM): first nick, now this
historygirl89 (10:37:15 PM): haha
Avalya (10:37:35 PM): and melissa thinks im some sort of wifebeater
Avalya (10:37:42 PM): because i hit her once
Avalya (10:38:06 PM): remember when i told you to be phil
historygirl89 (10:38:12 PM): oh yea
Avalya (10:38:17 PM): she was in the room
Avalya (10:38:25 PM): and when she saw "historygirl"
Avalya (10:38:42 PM): she decided you were some sort of history themed sex internet thing
this is disturbing
Current mood:  distressed Current music: KETAMA
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
I don't understand my mother. She's being all strange about the idea of an after-prom sleepover cause of the coedism. She's been letting me go to coed church sleepovers with sketchy uu boys who have obvious crushes on me and don't wash their hair since I was 12. Why this sudden "no you cannot go to a sleepover at your friend's house with BILLY TSANG"??! I don't understand her. grrr well I'll work on her. It's possible that I won't be able to do the sleepover thing. And it can't be at my house due to the general lack of furniture - my room is the only completely furnished one in the house.
Current mood:  frustrated Current music: Enya
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
I
HAVE
A
PROM
DATE
!
Haha my gay boyfriend. Not the one from the summer, the current one. Billy! yay
Current mood: bouncy Current music: Billy Joel
Monday, April 10, 2006
As my friend Matt said, there must be something in the water. My mother has lost her mind. She is allowing me to take the train into NYC to the Met on Saturday with Matt. We're spending 7 hours in New York City. And she's allowing it. I CAN'T WAIT.
*jumps up and down*
And Matt is like Mr Art History so it will be uberfun. And then we can hang in Central Park and hug trees. And plot to run away and live in the Met like in the Mixed Up Files of Mrs Basil E Frankweiler. That would rock. I love my mom. OH I'M SO EXCITED. Another adventure with Sir Matthew Morowitz. *bounces* I think I'm sort of falling in like with him. Which is disturbing. But I really want to ask him to prom. And I'm so thrilled by plans for this saturday. hmmm that's strange. I mean, he's cute, when he isn't being self-deprecating. And i sort of was gushing about him to becky today. Which is tres strange. I know him so well, and I thought i'd never crush on him, but he's so much fun. Grr strangeness.
Current mood:  confused Current music: Barenaked Ladies
Friday, April 7, 2006
i'm in the school computer lab with nothing to do since the only class i have left today is chorale. woohoo!! tgif. so tonight is open mic night and i'm trying to find a decent poem to read in my poetry notebook which is falling apart and full of loose scraps of paper. i may just read something you have all read already. but that's ok. evan suggested that i recite the esperanto anthem (not a national anthem since esperanto does not have a nation) but since I DO NOT SPEAK ESPERANTO i don't want to.
i just wrote to my friend alejandra in spain. it was fun. i had to look up way too many words though, and i can only hope she can understand my description of outdoor ed.
umm i don't know what else to say. adios
Current mood:  chipper Current music: freshman voices....
Tuesday, April 4, 2006
hi all
today molly told me to update, so i think i will while i wait for my dad to pick me up.
this weekend i went on outdoor ed and it rocked!! i had so much fun! some ridiculous things were said (please let me hit an infiniti) and the rivers were fun. oh and i must say i did like fat buddies. yea i'm still a bit sleepy from that so having no outdoor ed tomorrow is good.
yesterday i finally got the RENT dvd! i was so excited. i watched it last night and i was having so much fun but then the candles i was burning set off the smoke alarm in the middle of la vie boheme which was quite upsetting. i had to open the windows to get the air moving enough to make the stupid thing shut up, and then i got cold. but i love rent. :-)
oh and yesterday after school i went driving and i was getting off 22 in pburg and it was really narrow and the guy coming the other way was crowding me and my mirror hit the mirror of a parked car. and the alarm went off (what was up with alarms and me yesterday?!) and the guy came out of his house and he was a cop. yea. it was bad. but he let it slide cause his car wasn't damaged at all. well, there was a scratch on it, which he said wasn't there before, but as my dad pointed out, it was physically impossible from what happened that i caused it. but the side mirror is really loose on the car i was driving, which used to be my mom's, is now my dad's, and will be mine as of may 12, assuming i pass the test. yes, i will drive a green saturn station wagon. i don't mind at all - freedom is freedom. it'll be fun to have a totally not-hip car. :-)
so that's what's going on with me. i'm starving, my dad is late, and i'm still bored even after killing enough time to write this... adios
Monday, February 27, 2006
hi
mwahahaha spanish field trip tomorrow. yay for justifiable procrastination!!
my life is really strange. yesterday i went on a 2 hour walk in the freezing cold. it was groovy. my down jacket kept me warm, except for my legs, which went numb fairly quickly so it was ok. i took all my pictures for photography, and then kept walking. i went under route 22 and into downtown easton even though i had to run across really busy crazy streets. then i went into that weird latino music store in easton and got hit on by this guy who was at least 10 years older than me. i practically ran out of the store. what's with old sketchy spanish-speaking guys who smell like cigarettes and hitting on me?! i don't get it. haha. good times in mallorca.
yea so then as i was walking back towards college hill cause i was freezing, this crazy lady with a paisley jacket with a huge fur collar came up to me and was like "you HAVE to come see this band in allentown i promise you you'll love them!! see this huge painting i'm carrying around?! it's the lead singer! and he signed it!! you HAVE to come." haha and the painting looked jackson pollack-esque...it definitely did not have a person in it. and i felt like i'd stepped into "almost famous" or something. i really wanted to call the lady penny lane. but i didn't.
and i got new shoes over the weekend (yay payless) and the crazy vegan guitar boy at church said they made him want to step on my feet so he did. so i stepped on his. and thanked him for the feedback.
so that was my sunday.
today was ok. i forgot my assignment pad, which made me feel really disorganized. i guess i'm a dork. and i did a physics lab but i got 56% error so i have to go back and redo it. and i got a 60 on my history quiz. and an 82 on the test. and then i went to the y to work out and got depressed by all the girls with too much makeup and all the grunting boys. so actually it wasn't such a good day. oh well.
tomorrow should be fun....sorry for the long entry. if you've read this far, i'm sorry. :-)
~laura
Current mood:  apathetic Current music: ritchie valens :-)
Wednesday, February 1, 2006
hi all,
my big poetry project for the second quarter was about adrienne rich (if you don't know any of her poetry, look her up!! she is a way groovy juvie, even if she's a bit old now) anyway, i had to write 5 emulation poems, and i did all of them within 2 days of the due date, but they came out really well anyway...i don't know, i guess i was in a poetic mood that weekend. :-) so here they are, and yes, a bunch of them are inspired by nhrhs. so let me know what ya think, k? and if you want to know which adrienne rich poem inspired which one, let me know.
~heathen
Excavation (i've been wanting to write it since last summer, and it finally came, so i'm sort of thrilled)
Drawing energy from the ancient dust,
I take the pickax, the bucket,
to begin the search for her.
I take my directions in a language I don’t know.
My brush caresses dirt packed solid by the centuries.
I cough on the dust that hasn’t stirred for millennia.
Brushing flyaway hair from my eyes,
forgetting the dust in my throat,
I begin to unearth the spirit.
There! a shard of pottery catches my focus.
Who was she, who am I, who made the amphora,
smoothed it between her/my hands?
She/I held it, all those years ago,
just as she/I hold it now.
It is heavy, rough under my calloused fingers.
Closing my eyes, I feel her whole amphora.
It was a masterpiece, carelessly smashed after an ocean journey.
I can almost smell the wine.
I am she, just as she is me.
Across years and winds, two women connect
held together by a shard of clay.
Explosion (here's to you, mr. gornell. here comes the aclu!)
I try to reach them with my words,
sitting at that too-small, hard desk.
Women stare out of a poster,
past glossy teacher-store paper,
giving me strength.
Teacher lounges, feline, against the podium,
supported by lies, though he plays the source of truth.
I open my mouth, choose my words,
let the truth explode into the silence.
But my rope is too short and it doesn’t reach.
My voice is not loud enough to be heard.
He laughs, and I have done nothing.
Pity
You were nothing I’d seen before,
back then when I thought I’d seen everything in that place,
spinning dizzily through the labyrinthine white hallways.
You were the nail not yet hammered down,
standing solo above the melee of that place.
A year later you’re not so strong,
fierce as a lion cub wishing to be king.
Poor spirit, struggling so hard,
refusing to be smothered by yourself
or that whitewashed world.
Dragged down by so many problems,
nets you cannot seem to break,
you act as though you will explode some day
and break all the oppressive chains.
You are blindfolding yourself against a truth:
There are always chains, darling.
Take a breath. You will learn,
you caged lion cub,
how to be strong.
That Place
In that place, there was no we.
The white cinderblock walls sucked at us,
pulling us apart until we could barely touch.
Girls looked out surreptitiously,
behind too much paint, afraid
to show eyes that reflected a free spirit.
The school taught them lots of things:
how to tear a person apart,
how to be predator and prey.
Community burned at the stake,
as would-be friends separated
for the Moses of the latest gossip.
The furious echoes off the bare walls
smothered all truth:
all that could be heard in the cacophony was silence.
To a Friend (you know who you are. so let me know what you think, k?)
Time seems to go at odd paces.
It’s different here: short moments in a long eternity.
The ball rolls here, continuous,
so unlike the high rhythmic bounces
of those long moments in my short-cut time with you.
I had to leave to keep my calm. You I could tell:
the others got a fun-house-mirror version of the story.
I couldn’t stand the way they watched me,
pausing only to throw things: unruly kids at a zoo.
I was not good at holding the pain,
but the ache is farther away now,
a lurking menace, awaiting the tiniest opening,
and yet its shadow is close enough that I keep searching.
Words flow into a black notebook, endless.
Behind my eyes is a snapshot:
two kids on a cramped bus plan to change the world.
Maybe those words will come alive,
but I’m not sure I want them to
because I also saw an adobe house and pottery shards
and I thought maybe that would be enough.
Maybe pottery shards were all I needed.
When people wouldn’t take me, those bits of pottery would.
And so I worked to join something even as I shied away.
I couldn’t decide what I wanted.
My thoughts led me in eternal circles with no destination
until I realized that for me the joy is in the journey.
My road leads me through scenery that is always new,
yet sometimes I see something I know, some transplanted landmark,
and the familiarities tell me that you still understand.
Current mood:  creative Current music: jackson browne
hello all you groovy people who are reading this lj. yes, that's right, i used the word groovy. get used to it. no i am not a misplaced hippie. hippieism requires illegal drugs. i am drug-free and "above the influence" thank you very much. not to mention that hippies are mellow...i'm way too competitive to be a hippie, even if i lose at diplomacy every time i play. i think that has something to do with matt though...
anyway. you're groovy if you're reading this.
i'm probably going to use this as a place to put my poetry so y'all can look at it and give me constructive criticism. CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM. please don't just tell me it sucks. if it sucks, tell me why so i can make it not suck, or just shut up. after all, no one's making you read it. if you can't think of a reason why it sucks, i don't want to hear your opinion. sorry to be blunt; that's just how it's gonna be. so get used to it.
Current mood:  sleepy Current music: pamela martin - obscure folk musicians rock
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