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[31 Aug 2008|04:57pm] |
My life is such a mess right now. I don't think there's any way my place isn't going to flood and I'm on the brink of losing everything, including my pet turtles which are special to me for various reasons. Yes, it is just STUFF, but I'm so broke it's not even funny and it was going to be hard to pay rent and somehow finance school as it was...
I really don't deal with change well at all, and the last time this happened my head wasn't in such a great place. I don't know how I'm going to handle it again. Probably not well.
Lightening DOES strike twice, I guess. :/
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[15 Jul 2008|11:00pm] |
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worst day ever.
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[28 Feb 2005|04:13am] |
This is the folder I found on my computer after leaving at Marie's for a day.
( SECRET MARIE SHRINE FOLDER )
And this is what happens when it's 4:13 AM and I don't want to clean the laundry off my bed so I can go to sleep. (This picture was taken outside of Max's room.)
( Watch out for the effin' bears! )
OH GOD IT'S ALL SO CUTE.
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| I'M SO EMO. |
[25 Feb 2005|01:17am] |
Oh, for God's sake I just want to go Home, this elusive place in the back of my memory that won't exist again until I make my own sometime in the future.
There is no place anymore where I feel comfortable. It is a lonely, desperate feeling. When was the last time I was happy? If happiness truly comes from within, I think it's going to be a long road out of the woods for me.
Okay, let's let go of the lame here. The deal: I've been studying for my Chinese history midterm for the past 4 hours, and I just pasted the point of fatigue, that moment when suddenly you lose the feeling of "tired" and realize you can keep going for a long while longer. Immediately after came a WHAM of nostalgia, for this, friends, is what used to happen to me every night I was alive during high school at good ol' Mandeville. MEMORIEEES.
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[24 Feb 2005|12:08am] |
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Hi, I'm posting break-up news in my livejournal so all of you are aware without the pain of me having to explicitly tell you.
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[23 Feb 2005|11:20am] |
It's a shame genuine reassurance is not available upon request.
That said, this post is now an opportunity to post a picture of yourself in the comments. I'll take the ones I like, tweak them, and reply.
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| I win at life. |
[21 Feb 2005|04:40pm] |
Our Japanese midterm is to write an essay containing twenty or more sentences regarding our high school lives. Incorporated in these lines must be all the principles of grammer we learned this year. Then we recite them in front of the class and are graded on our oration.
OH EXCEPT MAYBE TODAY WAS THE DAY WE WERE SUPPOSED TO COME INTO CLASS WITH THE DAMN THING MEMORIZED SO WE COULD BE GRADED ON OUR COMPOSITION. WOULDN'T IT BE REALLY BAD IF WE WALKED INTO CLASS WITH
A) NO COMPOSITION
B) NOTHING MEMORIZED?
Then I guess not everyone's sensei loves them, because Yamashita-sensei let me take it with block two (forty-five minutes after our own class) and so in the interim, I wrote those bitches out and memorized them.
This caused me to miss the first thirty minutes of my Hebrew Bible class and thus the quiz (but I was speedy so it was only thirty minutes), and so, after a healthy dose of class participation, after class I asked my professor if I could take it. She consented, and all was well in Academic Land.
I think this is a pretty big life-victory. Let's hope Greek goes as well tomorrow.
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| It's a little late, but here goes... |
[14 Feb 2005|10:37pm] |
My official Valentine's Day Entry is as follows:
My friend Max sent the following to his parents. I think the adjectives used to describe me and my writing style make it quite clear my role in the epistle.
Hey mom and dad --
just wanted to drop you a line and wish you a happy valentines days.
thanks for the card. this charming girl upstairs, who has a way with
words, showed me a letter she wrote to her parents for valentines day
and i thought i'd pass it along, as it amused me greatly. she even
wrote one for you two as well. i pasted both below.
much love,
max
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Hello Padres,
I'm sending you an email to wish you a happy Valentine's Day. Please
be safe today. I know you've had problems with humanity's little
vices in the past (drugs, alcohol, the GOP) and I hope you've learned
from your mistakes.
Mama, I hope you remembered to buy something for Cameron. He wasn't
around for hte first decade you did this sort of thing, so by
implanting it in your mind as an "old" practice, you are depriving him
of the childhood (and endowment) the other children enjoyed so.
Pops, I hope you remembered to get something for Mom. That new couch
is very uncomfortable.
Concluding,
Laura
__________________
Dear Max's Parents,
It's pretty cool that you are Jewish. My favorite director is Jewish
too. His name is Woody Allen. I never thought he was too attractive
but my other favorite Jew, Max Weinburg, is on my computer's
background with the phrase, "I'd hit it" below. I made it myself in
MSPaint.
Max is doing well and even has his own harem. He says that he would
appreciate it, however, if you would send him valentine's presents
with pictures of attractive girls from this months Co-Ed signed
"Lustily, Britney". Be sure to make the dot above the 'i' bubbly.
This adds a little veracity.
Anyway, since both your children have gone off into the real world, I
thought you could use some Valentine's Day cheer, so I decided to
include, along with my own benevolent wishes, this picture of cute
fuzzy animals. Have a fun time and remember: it's not the thought but
the indication of premeditation that counts. (This is how Hallmark
makes so much damn money on trite and unoriginal phrases pasted
between poorly drawn cartoons.)
Your favorite goy,
Laura E. Thain, esq.
Attached to Max's parents letter was this little gem.
I have no statement further than that. Happy Day, everyone.
EDIT:
Dear Laura,
I really enjoyed your message. You really didn't break your arm, right?
I got Mom a box of chocolates and a dozen roses. Afterwards we smoked the
petals while listening to Jefferson Airplane - it was groovy!
Love,
Big Bad Dad
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| sleeeeeeeeeeeep. |
[14 Feb 2005|02:18am] |
I win. I can go to bed as soon as I finish my damn Chinese. But HAHA JAPANESE, I HAVE CONQUERED YOU ONCE MORE.
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| OH HELLO, LAME. |
[10 Feb 2005|12:29am] |
(ambigious phrase beginning with "I really feel like").
(tritely stated emotional reference ending with "closing in on me").
(several open-ended statements regarding current romantic relationship).
(bad attempt at drawing reader's sympathy at writer's plight).
(a few lame definition sentences opening with "I am").
(new paragraph, so reader can appreciate that wonderfully-utilized parallel structure).
(conclusion that comes to nothing conclusive).
I'm researching musical keyboards so I can spend the rest of my semester honing my mad piano skillz and learning how to play this guitar. Should I waste my National Merit money on a video camera? I'm bad at homework, but honestly interested in the courses I'm taking. Red bull makes me feel hungover. I've already got a beautiful leather-bound pocket-sized notebook to write down my thoughts concerning things (a sort of replacement for my old beat-up composition journal), so I bought a little notebook for Josh so he can write down his thoughts concerning our possible screenplay. I really feel like I want my first full-length piece to be a) a solo effort and b) in a more classic medium. I guess that means I'm going to have to get started on this novel idea. Why doesn't anyone space twice after a period anymore?
I hardly ever write any personal details about my life. My own concerns are rather commonly played out. What rhymes with Laura Thain? Mundane.
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| Human Interest. |
[01 Feb 2005|10:13pm] |
I really think that MySpace should be renamed SIFHQ.com. (For those of you unfamiliar with internet slang, SIF=secret internet fatty. They are those that attempt to hide their rolls, as well as facial blemishes and/or actual skin with tricky camera angles, high contrast, and excessive amounts of foundation and eyeliner. Don't get me wrong. I'm fine with you being a fatty. Just have a little pride, okay?) Then the old URL could be used to advocate the insertion of "my space" between the "a" and "lot" in a lot. The scene kids, at least, those who could read and comprehend sentences not including "kthx," "<3," or "Bright Eyes," might actually learn something before being redirected.
Maybe we could throw in a little bit about your, you're, their, there, and they're, as well.
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| My birthday declares its existence. |
[29 Jan 2005|05:26am] |
I have been awake for all 5.5 hours of my birthday. Today I am 19.
Because it's my birthday I'll use my right to act self-centered and post this lovely picture of myself, taken to prove a point about a spread of nose freckles.
( The size of this picture was starting to bother even me. )
I felt like, come today, I would have a lot to say about the year I was 18, but that's a group of thoughts I'll have to collect and map out later. For now, I'm going to sleep.
Goodnight, world.
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| This may be the longest entry I've ever written. |
[11 Jan 2005|10:51pm] |
As I sat in the eternal line anxiously anticipating the financial equivalent of a colinoscoper switching his ass-searching tool with his penis at the last second (you trust you're receiving a service so you expose yourself, only to reach an unfortunate end), the girl behind me glanced at my full basket and said, "Do you ever feel like everyone has more interesting classes than you?" Her companion replied, "No, my classes are damn interesting." Well, baby, not as interesting as this awesome schedule-- observe.
Beginning Japanese II.
Helo cutest teacher ever. I guess they teach "The King's English" in Nihon because she has the most charming British-Japanese accent. Kanji be damned, but I think this class will be very beneficial.
Greek Religion.
Helo adorable skinny enthusiastic middle-aged professor. The registrar apparantly made a mistake with the class and allowed 50 people in when he only was willing to teach 35, so on the first day of class (today) he gave a hard test that was "similar to the ones that will occur later in the course." 15 walk-outs later, I was in the class for real. Course readings include Homer's Iliad, Hesiod's Theogony and Works of Days, Xenophon's March Up Country, and several secondary texts by German, French, and British-minded religious philosophers and sociologists. This class is going to be one fine Bitch.
Intro Microeconomics.
Helo Chinese TA who reminds me of a grown Norman Oh. The softcover inch-thick textbook for this class cost me $100, used, at the campus bookstore, and Professor Chao Cao had me confused for a full 45 seconds when he was talking about how little "mass" was involved in this course. Later I realized he just has trouble with th's. I can't wait until he calls roll. ("Laura Sain?")
China: 1600 to Present.
Helo blonde yuppie anorexic-looking UCal grad. Still, she's charming and seems to know her stuff. Even though I'm somewhat intimidated and financially broken by the four thick books we had to buy on the matter, I think I'm going to enjoy this class. A lot.
Intro to Hebrew Bible.
Helo Christian professor who feels she has to knock Christianity to establish credibility in the world of Judaic study. Old, dumpy, and a little dry, she assigns a bazillion pages of reading each day and makes me think twice about being a fake Jew. If I drop anything it will probably be this, but Thainstein does have a ring to it, doesn't it?
Plays and Playwrights.
Helo subtly gay delightfully witty has-seen-every-movie-ever (and-remembers-them-all) professor. This class will be wonderful. This class will be insightful. This class provides wonderful scattered fact that will benefit me if I ever get on Jeopardy. In the words of Professor Wonderful, "If you have not yet had your first absent-minded professor, you're about to now."
In other news, I am cursed with bad sex for the next 30 years. Yes, my friends, today I broke the SeXy TrAiN. :(
Also, if anyone sends me another one of THESE:
( HYSTERECTOMIES REPLACED BY VETERINARY DRUG! )
I will kill them. Seriously, not only is this COMPLETELY unbelieveable, it's easily disproved. So GO DIE.
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| cruuuuunk. |
[04 Jan 2005|03:18am] |
jeb: what's your password?
me: i'm not telling you.
jeb: i just saw it.
me: okay, what was it?
jeb: hymen.
me: ...........
i am making my first drunk lj post ever. i suppose 6this is a bad idea. silent 6. have a good night everyone. white russians are good.
i suck and am stereotypical.
sorry if i drunk dialed you. it's because i have poor judgement right now.
and bad typing skills, to boot.
arigatou, gozaimus.
anatano ichiban hito,
laura.
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| Walt Whitman. |
[28 Dec 2004|08:04pm] |
EDIT: I did not write this. Some guy named Peter did.
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[21 Dec 2004|08:25pm] |
Woohoo. First semester's done. And I didn't do half bad--
Especially for taking my chem final exam cold turkey. But next semester, it's a 4.0. Hold me to it.
Peace mothahs. Kick your exams in the teeth babies.
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[13 Dec 2004|03:07pm] |
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Hi school is pretty hard sometimes.
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| heeeeeelp. |
[03 Dec 2004|09:32pm] |
 
 
This is my brother. He stationed in Afghanistan for the US Army. What would you buy him for Christmas?
I have no idea what the fuck to get him.
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[02 Dec 2004|01:22pm] |
You sent this to me already. I hate science. I hope you chip more teeth.
Not really,
Laura
Quoting Jerry Thain <jthain@waupacanorthwoods.com>:
> Hi Laura,
> I got my chipped front tooth fixed today. Now I have a gold moon. :-)
> Here is something for you. Average starting salaries with a bachelor's.
>
> Chemical engineering: $51,853
> Electrical engineering: $49,946
> Computer science: $47,419
> Accounting: $40,546
> Information sciences: $39,718
> Marketing: $34,628
> History: $32,108
> English: $30,157
> Psychology: $27,454
>
> Hope school is going fine. It has really gotten cold here. Enjoy your
> warmth.
>
> Love you lots,
> Big Bad Dad
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