We be all up in them guts like every day

The Best of the Worst: The Year 2009

The start of 2009 brought me back to Halifax to start my second semester of my third year. I returned to my house and to my psychotic roommate, Rachel. February marked the ultimate climax of the whole fiasco, with Rachel calling the cops and saying I assaulted her. She moved out shortly after that (like, that week).

March brought with it, as it does every year, St. Patrick's Day. It happened to be the 2 year anniversary of my relationship with Justin - not surprisingly, we spent it apart haha. I spent the day at the campus pub, Grawood, with some girl friends.

April was the end of my third year. I moved home at the very end and started work, at the SCCY again, the first week of May. Returned to Halifax (technically Dartmouth) within the week to do work orientation. Met the newbies and caught up with Holly. Holly and I also managed to find our way into Mark Little (of Picnic Face)'s huge celebratory party for winning like $25,000 or something in a comedy competition.

June was (and is) my birthday month. In all honesty, I don't quite recall what I did to celebrate. I imagine I went to Hunter's or Baba's. Same party, different year. Mandy made me a cake and we briefly celebrated at work.

July marks the month that I actually started this blog. This quote is actually the first one published: "We should be too big to take offense and too noble to give it." -Abraham Lincoln. Since then, I've published a lot of quotes, a few funny articles, and a lot of personal problems. Hopefully you enjoyed some of it.

August was Canada Games for my sister. I went and watched one of her games. It brought back a lot of memories of the 2005 Canada Games, which I attended in Saskatchewan. August also played host to the Daft Punk tribute band. They were absolutely phenomenal and I would jump at the chance to go see them again.

September, as we all know, is back to school month. I returned to Halifax and began my fourth (and last) year of my Kinesiology degree at Dalhousie. I enjoyed 4 of my 5 classes, which is pretty good. I also played the part of athletic trainer for a lacrosse team. Made some really good friends from the experience and enjoyed every minute of it.

October was a busy month filled with midterms, fun, and lacrosse. I dressed up as Minnie Mouse for Halloween and it went over really well. Justin's birthday was the 24th of October and it kind of marked the beginning of the end of our relationship, sadly.

The first weekend of November was the lacrosse championships at Acadia. It was one of the best times I've had recently. We ended up beating St. FX in the final to bring home the Telus Cup for a second year. Lots of celebration ensued. After that weekend Justin and I broke up. I attended the Kine Ball shortly after with a friend from the lacrosse team, Connor. I sang kareoke for the first time in November 2009. The song? I Believe In A Thing Called Love. Another first occurred in November: I was quoted in a newspaper article about the air quality at Dal's Life Science Centre. I managed to attend TWO Coors Light Mystery Mansions in November as well.

That brings me to this month, December. December started off stressful with exams to worry about and final papers. I made it through all that and returned to this beautiful Island on the 20th. Finished Chrismtas shopping on the 23rd (Festivus). Celebrated Christmas with my family in Summerside. Morgan returned on the 28th, which is the best Chrismtas present I could ever ask for.

And that brings me to tonight: the last night of 2009.

A simple wish: a happy and prosperous new year for all of you.

It's time to peace the fuck out

Morgan arrived home safely, albeit slightly late, the other night. I can't describe how great it is to have her home. I attended a Palmer party last night. They never disappoint. I had good food, good company, good beer, Rock Band (Beatles at that), and Apples to Apples (a phenomenal game). Doesn't get much better than that. We headed down to Baba's after Apples to Apples died down. John Connolly was playing and I am ashamed to say it was my first time ever hearing him. Saw lots of old friends/acquaintances.

Today was pretty quiet and mildly family oriented. We had an Edwards family lunch at Churchill Arms this afternoon. A trip to PEI is not complete without their deliscious british curry. Afterwards, Mom and I went to the mall and took in some boxing "week" sales. I got a new dress that I need to find an occassion to wear.

Tonight I went to Katherine and Lloyd's apartment with Zak and we played wii for a few hours. I can't seem to escape it. It was a lot of fun though. I managed to continue my streak of beating Zak at basically any game we played.

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve day and my big plan is to scrimmage with Glen's little proteges. It was really fun on Tuesday, surprisingly. And a good work out. I should probably think about staying in shape - not as a New Year's resolution, but as a personal goal.

I think they call that hypochondria and anxiety disorder

Take me with you, I don't wanna be alone

I'm looking forward to returning to Halifax for a number of reasons:
1. I miss my roommates, a lot.
2. I miss my bed.
3. I miss Halifax.
4. It's my last semester at Dalhousie - major fun times to be had.
5. My grad ring arrives in late January!
6. Road trips with the Adventure club - Alicia, Alex, Caroline, and I.
I'm not looking forward to returning to Halifax because:
1. I'll miss my family.
2. No wii.
3. No homecooked meals from my mother.
4. No car to drive around.

You must hate money

Seasons Greetings!

So Christmas has come and gone for another year. This Christmas was considerably different from any other I've experienced. My parents (Santa) are paying for my grad ring, so there was very little under the tree for me. No complaints, it was just different. Although I did get the raincoat I asked for from my uncle (mom's side) (it's MEC!) and a lovely jersey sheet set from my aunt and uncle (on dad's side). My mom's brother also sent the family a Wii and Wii fit. We spent today playing it. Lots of hilarity occured.

Tomorrow I'm playing indoor soccer in the Angel's Charity Soccer Tournament, or whatever it is called. I'm pretty excited. I haven't played indoor since high school. It'll be a long day though, 11-7.

Other than that, not much is going on for me. Morgan gets home soon and it's really all that's been keeping me sane and happy since getting home.

I think that's all for now.

Like a bowl full of jelly

Sometimes I knock my family, but in all honesty, they are the best people in the entire world. I spent the day with the Edwards nuclear family, and I can't remember the last time I laughed so much. We play off of each other until none of us can breathe from laughing so hard. Lucas came over after work and got to experience what few have: the Edwards family the way we are when others aren't around. I think he was entertained.

I feel very lucky this Christmas. I have lots to be disappointed/sad/upset about, but I can't justify dwelling on it when I have so much going well in my life. A great and loving family being the very top of that list.

Merry Christmas, dear readers, to you and yours.

Come on now sugar

Michael Cera made a guest appearance on Veronica Mars?

It really is Christmas.

It's a Festivus for the rest of us

Being home isn't exactly what I thought it would be. To be fair, nothing this year has really been what I thought it would be. A brief recap of 2009 is enough to make me sick to my stomach, so I'll refrain. Suffice it to say I am not sad to see it go.

I applied, officially, to McMaster's MScPT program today. Send it all the paperwork and paid the whopping $255.00 application fee. It's a terrifying step forward in my life, but I took it. I guess the scary part is yet to come really - acceptance or rejection. I think I am equally anxious about both.

I joined the Edwards women for a spin class this evening at MacQueens. It was the most exercise I've done in ages. I've always loved the exercise bike, partially thanks to my childhood (then it was a means of transport, not exercise per se) and partially thanks to physiotherapy. I may even find the motivation to continue spinning. Oh 2010, I didn't think I would make any resolutions... You got me.

If the title didn't already alert you, today (I finished the post after midnight, sue me) is the pseudo, Seinfeld holiday of Festivus. Is it sad I actually contemplated making a list of grievances? I even thought about publishing said list for reading enjoyment, but even I don't have that much contempt for people. And I really don't wish to commit social suicide so close to the holidays. Or ever I guess.

Although, considering I chose to spend my night at home watching Veronica Mars episodes for several hours, I don't think I have much of a social life to kill.

I got my go go go go go go go go gadget flow

I arrived on this beautiful Island this morning. I love coming home more than anything. The only thing that could have made crossing the bridge better would have been seeing red dirt. You don't appreciate it properly til all you see is grey.

Spent the day shopping with mum and running errands. Sometimes all I want to do is sit down and rest or waste time online, but I make a point of almost never turning my mom down when she invites me somewhere. I know I would regret it in years to come.

Helped to partially decorate the Christmas tree tonight. This mainly consisted of me putting on my french horn and soccer ball ornaments.

Went to music trivia tonight at Hunter's. We did probably the worst we've ever done, but I had a great time. Our name was originally "What's the difference between Santa Claus and Tiger Woods? Santa stops at three ho's." After that lost its novelty, I changed it to "Karl Wolf is about as welcome on PEI as Kimmy Gibler at the Tanner house." That was well received.

Your black heart

My Cognitive exam went really well. It definitely helped that I loved the class and thought it was really cool. I finished the 2 hour exam in 45 minutes and got the hell out of there.

Started my Christmas break last night by watching Home Alone. Carlye and I also watched Jersey Shore. It's the worst show ever, but so addictive. You can watch for free at MTV.com if anyone wants to see what I'm talking about.

Packing and cleaning today. Home tomorrow!

Fire burnin' on the dance floor

The one class that I was nervous for this semester, Cognitive Psychology, is the only class I fell in love with. It's also the only exam I have left, which I write at 7 PM tonight. The final is on language comprehension (reference, implication, inference), reasoning, syllogisms, algorithms, heuristics, and problem solving. I have never enjoyed reading a textbook so much in my life. And yet, I am so anxious to get this exam over with and start Christmas break.

I spent the day at the library today. I don't know if any of you are familiar with Dalhousie's Studley campus library, the Killam. It's five stories of thick concrete with a leaky roof. Rumor even has it that the designer of the building (also known for the Life Science Centre - another concrete monstrosity) didn't have the foresight to plan for the weight of books in the library (imagine, a library with books), so the Killam is slowly sinking. He's also rumored to have committed suicide. Either way, I spent all day on the fifth floor of this ray of sunshine:
Did I mention that I can get a 50% on the Cognitive exam and still get an A- in the course?

Get down, love is like a hurricane

Alicia's boyfriend (Jeff)'s roommate, Ben, sent me this message through Jeff:
"I was going to send an angel today to watch over you, but the angel came back and told me that angels don't watch over other angels."

I HAVE NEVER MET THIS KID.

Still, pretty charming eh? Haha.

Ode to 2009

Soundtrack to the movie of my life, the 2009 version:

Opening credits: Calling All Crows by State Radio
Waking up scene: Pulling On a Line by Great Lake Swimmers
The low self esteem looking in the mirror after a shower scene: Cloud Nine by Ben Howard
The try on entire closet in a matter of seconds scene: Make It Take It by Amanda Blank
Average day scene: New Slang by the Shins
Best friend scene: Brian Wilson by Barenaked Ladies
Getting drunk with best friend scene: Brains for Breakfast by Green Go
Going unnoticed scene: Banquet by Bloc Party
Happy dance scene: I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor by Arctic Monkeys
Wild reckless party scene: Bounce by MSTRKRFT
Morning after scene: Till the Morning by Bahamas
Love at first sight scene: A Song About California by Hey Ocean
First date scene: All the Pretty Girls by Fun.
Best sex of your life scene: Enter Galactic (Love Connection Part 1) by Kid Cudi
Catch lover cheating scene: Eskimo Kisses by Hey Ocean
Break up scene: Broken Strings by James Morrisson ft. Nelly Furtado
Casual sex scene: Hot In Herre (cover) by Jenny Owen Young
Long night alone scene: Rollin' Home Alone by Jason Lytle
Fight at home with parents scene: MK Ultra by Muse
Mental breakdown scene: She's Hearing Voices by Bloc Party
Suicide attempt scene: Capable by KO
Driving in the rain scene: Keepsake by State Radio
Deep thought scene: Caring Is Creepy by the Shins
Flashback scene: Fixin' to Thrill by Dragonette
Regret scene: My Stupid Mouth by John Mayer
Change in lifestyle scene: This Is Not An Exit by Saves the Day
Get back together scene: Be Still My Heart by the Postal Service
"Life's okay" scene: Ballad of Hugo Chavez by Arkells
Death scene: Exogenesis: Symphony Pt. 3: Redemption by Muse
Closing credits: Gimme Sympathy by Metric

I love you Nancy Botwin

Stand against the test of time

I could watch the visualizer on iTunes for hours and hours.

We were meant to live for so much more, have we lost ourselves?

I found this moments ago, thanks to Livejournal (and a penchant for not doing what I am supposed to be doing - studying), and had to share it.

Soundtrack to the movie of my life (2004)

Opening credits: Lover I Don't Have To Love - Bright Eyes
Waking up scene: Mary Jane - The Vines
The low self esteem looking in the mirror after a shower scene: Creep - Radiohead
The try on entire closet in a matter of seconds scene: Boom Boom Boom - Jock Jams
Average day scene: Caring Is Creepy - The Shins
Best friend scene: Hollywood - Madonna
Getting drunk with best friend scene: Hoochie Mama - 2 Live Crew
Going unnoticed scene: El Scorcho - Weezer
Happy dance scene: Move Your Feet - Junior Senior
Wild reckless party scene: Lucky Star - Basement Jaxx
Morning after scene: Freakish - Saves the Day
Love at first sight scene: The Closest Thing - The Juliana Theory
First date scene: Hands Down - Dashboard Confessional
Best sex of your life scene: Champagne From A Paper Cup - Death Cab For Cutie
Catch lover cheating scene: Still In Love Song - The Stills
Break up scene: Gone - Ben Folds
Casual sex scene: We Looked Like Giants - Death Cab For Cutie
Long night alone scene: Paperthin Hymn - Anberlin
Fight at home with parents scene: All Apologies - Nirvana
Mental breakdown scene: The Nobodies - Marilyn Manson
Suicide attempt scene: Hold On - Jet
Driving in the rain scene: Cinema Air - The Gloria Record
Deep thought scene: Konstantine - Something Corporate
Flashback scene: Meant To Live - Switchfoot
Regret scene: Fallen - Sarah Mclachlan
Change in lifestyle scene: Me and Mia - Ted Leo and the Pharmacists
Get back together scene: Iris - Goo Goo Dolls
"Life's okay" scene: The Future Freaks Me Out - Motion City Soundtrack
Death scene: Hear You Me - Jimmy Eat World
Closing credits: Wonderwall - Oasis

It is from the end of grade ten, I think. And it goes to show that I used to listen to some good and some really bad music - I am trying to suppress laughter at 2 Live Crew, I doubt the other students at the library will appreciate the humor. I should currently be listening to The Nobodies by Marilyn Manson, but again, doubtful that the other people around me would find that amusing.

Perhaps in later procrastination, I will make a new soundtrack. I can guarantee many different song choices, haha.

Cha, I keep my mom's china in my backpack

I am currently at the Killam library on Studley (main) campus at Dalhousie University. I am in the learning commons, a big open room, filled with other miserable, exam-writing students. My desk says, "GOD WAS HERE!" You'd think God would have picked a nicer desk.

I can't wait to be finished.

Hey hey, my my

- I still have two exams left
+ They are both multiple choice exams
- I am the loneliest girl in the world
+ Boys suck so I don't want one
- I actually do though, and a specific one, and he doesn't want me
+ I have lots of chocolate in the house
- I am so tired of studying for these exams
- I want to be home
- I only get two weeks of Christmas vacation this year
- I have no idea what to buy my sister for Christmas
- I am so freakin miserable

We're the three best friends that anybody could ever ask for

“There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.”

Nelson Mandela

I went to see Invictus tonight. It's really good and I highly recommend. I'm such a sucker for a sports movie.

Who'd you rather be? The Beatles or the Rolling Stones...

Not a count down, showing my battle wounds. Ouch.

Baby you're all that I want

Yesterday a dear friend likened me to Nancy Botwin (Weeds). When I said I didn't have any children or deal drugs, he said it was mostly my mannerisms. Now I am curious. I wasn't really into Weeds, but now I have to check it out.

Oh, and yesterday afternoon I managed to get so drunk that I had to cancel my "date". Oops. I also fell and destroyed my hands. Good fun!

I bet you think this song is about you

Six more days of this shit.

It's probably pretty vain that I take so many pictures of myself on my webcam, but I'd prefer to attribute it to boredom.

Boys blowing up our phones

Christmas shopping quickly degenerated into one-for-me-one-for-you shopping today after my exam. I bought myself a new hoodie (a necessity at this time of year, really) and a piece of artwork (lobster shanty, traps, water, and boat - the most maritimes print ever). The print has been added to what I will describe as the only artisitc corner of my room. It has a large seahorse "statue", an even larger wire Eiffel Tower, and now this maritime-y print. Never let me decorate a house/room/office/anything.

Artistic corner:


In unrelated news, I miss having a boyfriend because now I never know if solo boy hangouts are dates. I don't think they are dates, but I can't tell what these boys think. And I'm pretty sure when the boy offers to pay, it IS a date. How am I so freakin' awkward?

Forwards, Backwards, and Edwards

I honestly don't know how I survive living on my own. Today I ate two peanut butter sandwiches, drank a glass of soy-vanilla-chai milk, had 700 mL of Pepsi, 4 Oreo cookies, and a Milkfuls candy. The funny thing is, I was studying for nutrition. Do as I say, not as I do?

Oh, also;The end is nigh.

Live long and prosper

I did a pretty good job considering I didn't look at a picture before I "dressed" myself up. Kind of have a mix of Dracula and Spock, however.

Oh the truth hurts, but a lie is worse

I don't feel like studying.That's from last night, but I feel the same way right now. Just a different outfit.

I will follow you into the dark

"You must constantly ask yourself these questions: Who am I around? What are they doing to me? What have they got me reading? What have they got me saying? Where do they have me going? What do they have me thinking? And most important, what do they have me becoming? Then ask yourself the big question: Is that okay? Your life does not get better by chance, it gets better by change."

Jim Rohn

Holding out for a hero

Considering I didn't get out of bed until 1 PM today, it has been a very productive day. I ordered my graduation ring (see: previous post). I bought a Dal Tigers t-shirt (increase in school spirit, also see last post). And I studied for 3 hours for my Drug & Drug Education exam that is at 7 PM. I am so tired of reading about marijuana, opioids, stimulants, etc etc. I can't wait to write this exam and have it out of the way. Then I have to worry about Nutrition, which I write at 8:30 AM on Friday. UGH.
Tiger Pride:

be still my heart

Dalhousie isn't really known for its school spirit. I can probably count the number of sporting events, not including Lacrosse, that I have attended as a student here on two hands. Even so, I cannot explain to you how excited I am to get a graduation ring. Maybe it's less Tiger pride and more pride in my achievement, but either way I can't wait to put that ring on my finger.

it's been such hell, I wish you well

Is it wrong to make-out with a boy solely because he looks like Logan Echolls?

It's been so long

Remember when this blog was just for quotes? Or when it evolved into a spot to put funny articles and photos? I do. But somehow all of my blogs turn into the same sad story. I think I was meant to write depressing drivel. Too bad there isn't really a market for it. People want witty and satirical, not pathetic post-teenage angst.

It's hard to remember the time, over a year ago now, when I was sadder than I am now. This is before my diagnosis with clinical depression and before I was prescribed antidepressants to help regulate my moods. If this is me happier, I feel really bad for the me that existed before. I guess feeling bad for the old me is counter productive to feeling better as a depressive.

There's a short dialogue from the movie Closer that pretty much sums up what I am thinking.
"Everyone wants to be happy."
"Depressives don't. They want to be unhappy to confirm they're depressed. If they were happy, they couldn't be depressed anymore. They'd have to go into the real world and live. Which can be depressing."
I really hope I don't live like that.

A long time ago we used to be friends, but I haven't thought of you lately at all

I've got an ex-boyfriend that can't seem to cope, a boy that I really like that doesn't want to attempt a relationship, and boys asking for meaningless sexual favors. Not really the life I'd hoped for. For the record, I haven't complied to the latter, not that that is any of your business dear readers. When did I sign up for this lifestyle though? Please tell me at what point I asked for anything resembling this. My pessimism right now can partially be attributed to the time, it is past 2 AM. If you've ever seen How I Met Your Mother (which you should check out if you have not), then you too know that nothing good ever happens after 2 AM. At the moment, however, I don't feel like anything good happens, ever.

Procrastination

Westward leading, still proceeding

It's funny because it is true. Click to enlarge the photo so you too can laugh at the joke.

This is what I sound like

If anyone ever wondered what I look like when I study or write a paper, this is a pretty accurate view:
Also, I am really pale. Wow.

Hey you get against the wall

"When you pull on that jersey, the name on the front is a hell of a lot more important than the one on the back."

Herb Brooks

The thugs in the club show us love

In light of several recent events, my roommate Carlye and I may have a bit of man-hate going on. Trust me when I say it is well-deserved by the opposite sex. With that in mind, we developed a brief questionnaire to use from now on.

Lauren and Carlye’s Interpersonal Assessment for Relationship Purposes
Name:
Phone Number:
Address:
1. Are you single?: Y/N
2. Are you an only child?: Y/N
3. How old are you?: _______
4. How tall are you?: ___ ft. ___ in.
5. Do you do any illicit drugs?: Y/N
6. Do you respect your mother?: Y/N
7. Are you a momma’s boy?: Y/N
8. How long do you leave a text message before replying to it?: ______________
9. Do you call girls, or only text them?: Call/Text/Both
10. How would your last girlfriend describe you in one word?: _________________
11. Do you have a criminal record?: Y/N
a. If yes, please specify: _____________________
12. How often/how much do you drink in an average week?: _____________________
13. Do you feel you are even dateable?: Y/N
a. Why?: _______________________________________________________

If you pass the assessment, we will contact you.

All I do is party

Fully operational

I am totally over my love for Dane Cook, but this bit came to mind today when I was talking about the single life.

When you don't have love, it's like there's a party going on, and everybody was invited, except for you. And you just happened to be walking by that house in the rain... (sigh) "I wasn't invited to this party." But then, once you're IN love, that's like being inside that party, going "Where's my jacket? I wanna get outta here. Where's my jacket? I have been to this party six years and I wanna see other parties! Where's my jacket?"

I don't know which side of the party I like being on.

I feel you creepin, I can see you in my shadow

Friday night I went to the regional Coors Light Mystery Mansion with my friend Natalie and 25 boys (a few Lacrosse friends and then their other friends). It was the biggest sausage fest of life. Probably a ratio of like 12 boys to every 1 girl. Not a bad deal though, free beer and food all night. I ended up walking away with a free hat, cooler, and gym bag as well. And Skratch was the DJ, doesn't get much better than that.

Saturday night I hit up my friend Ranga and Devin's party. Didn't know many people, but still had a good time. I dragged my roommate with me so I had someone to talk to all night. And there was a cute boy who smiled at me. All in all a success, haha.

Tonight I'm watching Up! with Carlye and studying for my Nutrition quiz on Monday. Blahhh.

Baby got back, that's baby back ribs

I haven't felt creative in a long time. Although it isn't exam time yet and that's typically when inspiration strikes. But here's one of my old favorites.

She got my cardiovascular system on overdrive, baby
Makin’ me think I got a psychopathlogy
An anxiety disorder would explain a lot
Like why when she’s around I feel like I been shot
Sympathetic nervous system really takin’ over
Just wanna tell her, that I really love ‘er

Almost wishin’ I was going into cardiac arrest
Hopin’ she’d perform CPR on my chest
Keep me alive girl, keep things from going south
Oh, wait, I think I’m gonna need mouth to mouth
Come on baby, press down on my sternum
Get my heart started, got me sayin’ dayummmn

This girl’s so fine, considered giving her a Rock
If it was made of sugar, it’d cause diabetic shock
But my baby’s healthy, she’s a perfect specimen
Just wanna take her home and show her to my love den
Baby, you’re my double helix and you know what that means
I’ll be your DNA helicase and help unzip your jeans

Girl you make my heart beat so fast I wanna vomit
Definitely over the average 72 beats a minute
Hold me baby, palpate my anatomical landmarks
Biggest in town, now that’s a trademark
I’m gonna end this rap, girl, let me explain
It’s hard to think with the lack of blood in my brain

Don't, don't you want me?

I am very breakupable. New word. Apparently I am an amazing person, just not for everyone. Or him. He really likes me, his friends really like me, but it can't work out. I can't grow up to be a spinster... I'm allergic to cats.

Will you love me forever?

I have the "worst ear infection" my doctor has ever seen. She literally gasped when she looked in my ear today. I don't know whether to be horrified or proud.

Kind of leaning toward proud.

It may mean nothing to y'all

Went to see The Blind Side tonight with my roommate and her friends. If you haven't heard of the movie you should check it out. It's the story of Michael Oher, a football player who seriously beat the odds; crack-addicted mother, murdered absent father, homeless/in and out of foster care, etc. It is HEART-WRENCHING. I laughed, I cried... it was a really good movie.

Your clever eyes could easily disguise

I was quoted in a news article about the Life Sciences Center (LSC) at Dalhousie. Check it out here, written by a fellow-Dal student and friend, Hilary Beaumont.

Baby, don't worry, you are my only

Does anyone else have an uncle that offers to kill their romantic interests if they are unsatisfactory?

Oh, it is just me.

Oooh what you say, what you say

I found out today that I am fortunate enough to have found someone that I can have a mini freakout on and instead of running for the hills all he says is "You're a weirdo." This seems mean, but in the context it was probably the nicest thing he could have said.

I'm never going to give you up, never going to

I think a large part of my generally high level of anxiety stems from the fact that I analyze things to a degree that is unhealthy. Knowing this, however, doesn't seem to help cope with it. Unfortunate.

Generally I am a happy camper though.

Monday marked two anniversaries: A week of being broken up with my boyfriend of 2 years and 8 months and a year of being on antidepressants. I won't lie, there was no celebration, cake, or cards. Didn't really seem like one of those anniversaries, haha.

The life lessons are coming in droves.

I believe in a thing called love

Last night marked by debut into the realm of kareoke:

bounce low, bounce low

Last night was the Kine Ball. It's nice to have a reason to get dressed up.

And here's my date.

I'm probably the happiest I've been in a long time.

You lie, You lie, whatchadoin boy?

This song came on a free mix from iTunes and I have fallen in love with it:

N.A.S.A. has some pretty messed up videos. Check out Whatchadoin if you need further proof.

I'm known for runnin' my mouth, I can't be accountable for what comes out

I'ma make the news, be on at seven

I somehow managed to look sad while smiling and holding the Telus Cup.

When y'all on ten I'm on eleven

We beat St. FX in the lax championship on Sunday 8-6 to capture the Telus Cup. Pretty unbelievable game.

I can't stop partying

Championship weekend starts this Saturday for lacrosse. Hard to believe the season is over. I'll miss the team, but I sure won't miss sitting outside in the cold while they practice.

Halloween was fun. I went as Minnie Mouse and got really drunk, leading to puking my guts up in Sackville on the way to a Lax game at UNB.

La-x

Vampires always get invited inside

I don't really like vampires. I'm not afraid of them or anything, especially since they aren't real (although that hasn't prevented me from being afraid of zombies). But anyway, vampires don't really interest me. The whole hype about Twilight doesn't make sense to me. However, this list of weird vampire merchandise really interests me. As funny as the items themselves are, the write-ups brought me to tears.

Hey baby, is that a mirror in your pocket 'cause I can see myself in your pants

Pick-up lines from historical figures:

That warm, fuzzy feeling

Money makes the world go 'round

Because the two are comparable:
(910): We pay for beer, you give birth. It's how the world works.

Alien invasion

People are always talking about how cute their babies are. Babies are NOT cute. They look like little aliens. I came across pictures of this baby on Facebook, and it proves my point really.

Welcome to the gun show

Came across this little gem while I was on my friend's profile page leaving her a message:

You're so far away

The new Muse album, The Resistance, is genius. I would like to consider it the soundtrack for my life.

The contraceptive paradox

(403): Better skin, bigger boobs.. Birth control is INCREASING my chance of getting pregnant because people actually want to have sex with me now.

Because it feels so good when I stop

When I was a little kid, I used to write epitaphs. This would be the most morbid thing to do ever, if I hadn't also written eulogies. I'm not really sure what inspired me to do this. I wasn't surrounded with death as a kid. The only person that I was close to that died when I was a child was my grandfather. I also used to write lists of songs that I wanted to have played (at my funeral), favorite things and people, just so those things would be known. What a depressing pass-time.

I always catch the clock, it's 11:11

Wow, the eeriest thing just happened. I decided to make a relatively simple wish at 11:11 PM, and within 4 minutes the wish came true.

Definitely not a Nashville party

A lot has changed since this picture was taken:

Post #100

Hanging out with the Lacrosse boys will be the death of me. Second weekend in a row spent puking up pizza (pizza is probably one of the worst thing to puke up, ever). And they've managed to turn me back on to tequila. I won't make it out of this season alive.

First Impressions 101

No more than five minutes in to meeting my boyfriend's father and seven year old half-brother for the first time, I had to get them to pull the van over and let me puke on the side of the road while an old lady looked on from her driveway. Good start.

My lyrics are bottomless

Looking round room,
I can tell that you
Are the most beautiful girl in the...room.
In the whole wide room
Oooh.

And when you're on the street
Depending on the street
I bet you are definitely in the top three
Good looking girls on the street
Depending on the street
And when I saw you at my mate's place
I thought what...is...she...doing...
At my mate's place
How did Dave get a hottie like that to a party like this

Good one Dave!!!
Ohhhh you're a legend, Dave!
I asked Dave if he's going to make a move on you
He's not sure
I said "Dave do you mind if I do?"
He says he doesn't mind
but I can tell he kinda minds
but I'm gonna do it anyway
I see you standing all alone by the stereo

I dim the lights down very low, here we go
You're so beautiful
You could be a waitress
You're so beautiful
You could be an air hostess in the 60s
You're so beautiful
You could be a part...time...model

And then I seal the deal
I do my moves
I do my dance moves
It's twelve oh two
Just me and you
And seven other dudes
Around you on the dance floor
I draw you near
Let's get outta here

Let's get in a cab
I'll buy you a kebab!
Now I can't believe
That I'm sharing a kebab with the most beautiful girl I have ever seen
With a kebab
Ooooooohhh.

Why don't we leave?
Let's go to my houseand we can feel each other up on the couch
Oh no. I don't mind taking it slow-ho-ho, no-ho-ho, yeah.

Cause you're so beautiful
Like a, tree
Or a high-class prostitute
You're so beautiful
Mmm, you could be a part-time model

But you'd probably have to keep your normal job
A part-time model!
Spending part of your time, modelling,
and part of your time, next to meeeeeeeeee!
My place is usually tidier than this...

She rides up in my Carerra

This morning I woke up to Karl Wolf. Surprisingly, it still managed to be a good day.

They would make your name sing

As you sleep

So here's a sketch of the creepy fuck breaking into houses to watch girls sleep:

15 reported cases and they still haven't caught the guy.

Take a bow, hear the applause

My father sent me a card in the mail, as he often does. However, this card had a quote on it that I really liked.

"A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is braver five minutes longer."
-Emerson

It's just a fond farewell to a friend

The rookie party was an absolute free-for-all. It was awesome. Natalie and I got there around 9, giving the boys an hour head start on the festivities. There was lots and lots of free booze waiting for us. We watched the boys get humiliated for a long time, getting drunker and drunker. One guy smoked a whole J in 60 seconds, then took 5 shots of vodka. I saw a lot of puking. I also played mom for a bit, cleaning up broken glass and taking care of unresponsive rookies. After the party ended and all the rookies were still alive, a lot of the veterans headed downtown to Alehouse where we partied on someone else's dime until 3 AM. Then I hit up pizza corner and stopped in at the boys' party to say hi. Then I passed the fuck out.

Back to the beginning

"To those who cling to power through corruption and dissent, you're on the wrong side of history, but we'll extend a hand if you unclench your fist."

-President Barack Obama

Patrick Swayze's hips don't lie

(404): i hope kanye doesn't show up to patrick swayze's funeral. " i'll let you get back to your funeral in a minute...but michael jackson had the best death of the year. just sayinnn ".

TFLN just kicked it up a notch.

Patrick Swayze's hips don't lie

(404): i hope kanye doesn't show up to patrick swayze's funeral. " i'll let you get back to your funeral in a minute...but michael jackson had the best death of the year. just sayinnn ".

TFLN just kicked it up a notch.

I get by with a little help from my friends

A friend recently posted his top 12 Beatles songs. While it's hard to choose favorites, I came up with a list of 16. Here it is:

16. Revolution
15. Yesterday
14. Eleanor Rigby
13. Rocky Raccoon
12. When I'm Sixty Four
11. Lovely Rita
10. Getting Better
9. Help!
8. I Want You (She's So Heavy)
7. I'm Looking Through You
6. In My Life
5. All My Loving
4. Come Together
3. Happiness is a Warm Gun
2. Hey Jude
1. A Day in the Life

It was really hard to rank them, but that's as best as I can figure.

Love, love is a verb, love is a doing word

I've finally had each of my classes. I wrote about Principles of Skills Acquisition and Drugs and Drug Education the other day. Since then, I've had Cognitive Psychology, Human Nutrition, and Developmental Psychology.

Cognitive Psych was pretty good. It's a PhD student that is teaching it, so I'm not entirely sure how I feel about that. The marking breakdown is 4 25% exams, so that should be good. And no labs. Awesome!

Human Nutrition will be my least favorite class, but it won't be too difficult. At the risk of sounding nerdy, the prof is Professor Trelawney (HP)'s twin. And she's equally nutty.

Developmental Psych is great. The prof is awesome and she's from PEI! She seems like she'll be very underdstanding and she's got a great sense of humor.

All together pretty happy about my semester.

Looking forward to heading to Acadia for Lacrosse this weekend and the rookie party on Saturday.

Busy girl.

I put the smack down like it's rehab

First lacrosse game of the season went very well; we won (8-4) and there were no serious injuries. Success.

It's a crazy game to watch. Extremely rough. I saw some intense slashing and guys just getting dropped.

Off to the celebratory kegger. Should be wild.

I believe in you, your time is coming

So far I have attended two of my three classes today, Principles of Skill Acquisition and Drugs and Drug Education. Cognitive Psych is the only one left, until tomorrow when I sit through Human Nutrition and Monday when I start Developmental Psych.

Principles of Skill Acquisition will be easy. It's with the same professor I took Ergonomics with. He loves to talk about his childhood, especially moving between NB and Boston with his family every few years. The breakdown for marks is especially laughable: 50% class projects (2), 10% class participation, and 40% term paper.

Drugs and Drug Education is also another easy course. It's with a professor I've also had before. He appeared on the late night sex show Kink with his boyfriend. Interesting guy (Derrick of Derrick and Dave). Class marking will be a breeze, the final exam is worth 15%.

I really think I'm going to enjoy this year. A few more classes to attend and I'll know exactly what I'm in for.

Ding dong the wicked witch is dead

Always a great line, "Here, let me show you."

I'm looking through you, where did you go?

I start classes on Thursday and I am pretty excited. My final year of my degree! Here's what I have this semester:

KINE 2250 - Human Nutrition (Mon, Wed, Fri - 9:30 to 10:30)
PSYO 2090 - Developmental Psychology (Mon, Wed - 2:30 to 4)
KINE 3430 - Principles of Skill Acquisition (Tues, Thurs - 8:30 to 10)
HPRO 2255 - Drug and Drug Education (Tues, Thurs - 11:30 to 1)
PSYO 2130 - Introduction to Cognitive Psychology (Tues, Thurs - 4 to 5:30)

And, on top of classes, I have Lacrosse practice every Tuesday and Thursday from 9 to 11 pm. It's been fun so far, great bunch of guys.

Are you gonna be my girl?

What's better than one Lauren?

How about four?

I want to be with you forever, if tomorrow's not too late

I made it to Halifax and have started to unpack.
However, priorities have been set:
1. Farmville
2. Webcam
3. Starting to unpack
4. Blogger
5. Finishing unpacking

For your viewing pleasure:
A little Lauren on Lauren action - Scandalous!
Sidenote: Don't kiss with your eyes open. Do as I say, not as a I do... haha

It's not always rainbows and butterflies, it's compromise that moves us along

You can't shake hands with a clenched fist. You can't shake hands with a clenched fist. You can't shake hands with a clenched fist. You can't shake hands with a clenched fist. You can't shake hands with a clenched fist. You can't shake hands with a clenched fist. You can't shake hands with a clenched fist. You can't shake hands with a clenched fist. You can't shake hands with a clenched fist. You can't shake hands with a clenched fist. You can't shake hands with a clenched fist. You can't shake hands with a clenched fist. You can't shake hands with a clenched fist. You can't shake hands with a clenched fist. You can't shake hands with a clenched fist. You can't shake hands with a clenched fist. You can't shake hands with a clenched fist. You can't shake hands with a clenched fist.

The things we own end up owning us

Leaving never gets easier. Often, over the past three years, I've wondered why I decided to leave at all. But just as often I am reminded that I chose a career path that I am passionate about, and that makes the pain of leaving once again sting just a little less.

But just a little less.

This is not an exit

Tonight will be the night that we begin to ease the plugs out of the dam.
And we will stand knee deep in the flow, the undertow will grab our heels and won't let go.
And while we hold, our legs quivering, the water rises now to our teeth when we just let go
and sail belly up to the clouds, the rocks scraping our backs.
To breathe in the air will be the only thing that we have
and all the wasted nights and empty moments in our lives are flushed away as we sway with the rhythm of the waves bobbing us up.
Crests fall to troughs as we feel our gills open up
and sail belly up to the clouds, the rocks scraping our backs.
To breathe in the air will be the only thing that we have.
And if the hook set in the bottom of our lungs, we'll rip it out and lick the blood off with our tongues.

Despair could ravage you if you turn your head around to look down the path that's lead you here, cause what can you change?
You're a vessel now floating down the waterways.
You can take your rudder and aim your ship, just don't bother with the things left in your wake.
Just sail belly up to the clouds, the rocks scraping your back.
To breathe in the air will be the only thing that you have
and your love will be warm nights with pockets of moonlight
spotlighting you as you drift, the actor in this play.
You walk across the stage, take a bow, hear the applause,
and as the curtain falls, just know you did it all
the best that you knew how and you can hear them cheering now.
So let a smile out and show your teeth cause you know you lived it well.

I know you can save me

There are a lot of places I have been that I would like to someday revisit. Banff is one of those places. I wish I could feel the way I did the day we reached the summit and I could see for miles.

So long sweet summer

My city's still breathing, but barely it's true
through buildings gone missing like teeth.
The sidewalks are watching me think about you,
sparkled with broken glass.
I'm back with scars to show.
Back with the streets I know
Will never take me anywhere but here.
The stain in the carpet, this drink in my hand,
the strangers whose faces I know.
We meet here for our dress-rehearsal to say "I wanted it this way"
Wait for the year to drown.
Spring forward, fall back down.
I'm trying not to wonder where you are.
All this time lingers, undefined.
Someone choose who's left and who's leaving.
Memory will rust and erode into lists of all that you gave me:
a blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest,
the best parts of Lonely, duct-tape and soldered wires,
new words for old desires,
and every birthday card I threw away.
I wait in 4/4 time.
Count yellow highway lines that you're relying on to lead you home.

And just sail, belly up to the clouds

Why you so obsessed with me, boy I wanna know

Went to music trivia tonight at Hunter's. I won the first beer question with an unlikely answer (Coldplay). Went on to win, as a table, $40 worth of free beer! And we came third, which is a personal best for us. Only took us the entire summer to achieve it.

When I grow up I wanna have groupies

(307): i wanted to be an indian when i was a child. apparently you cannot grow up to be an indian.

Comparatively, my little sister wanted to grow up to be a cat. And I wanted to be a cash register.

Can't always get what you want ain't just a song.

They always said you were easy

Sometimes I like to look through the files on the family computer and laugh at stuff I've saved. I don't remember what this is from, but I am 99% sure that Laura sent it to me.

if I was in a room and someone yelled "hey bitches!" I would never turn around cause I just don't fit the description

I saw the best thing ever on tv tonight: puppies dressed in kitty costumes.

Thank you, Conan.

Girls are beautiful til they want a handout

Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

-Frost

Around the world, around the world

Best night of the summer happened tonight.
Here's a clip from when the Daft Punk Tribute band was in Halifax:

Sometimes love knocks you down

It's pretty normal to befriend someone after they ask to sleep with you and then pee on one of your trees in Farmville, right?

No, I didn't think so either.

00:48Derrick
what did you watch on tv?
I bet you watched shows

00:48Lauren
big brother haha

00:49Derrick
oh you and the rest of the world huh

00:49Lauren
yeahh
my dad likes it, i watched with him

00:50Derrick
yeha I tried to give it a chance
I honestly did

00:50Lauren
just didnt work out?

00:51Derrick
nah it wasnt for me
big brother was cool about it tho
we lwft on good terms

00:51Lauren
haha

00:52Derrick
we still talk you know...

00:52Lauren
is the relationship strained?

00:52Derrick
we dont awkwardly look away upon eye contact if thats what you mean

Blame it on the booze, got ya feelin loose

So the other night, when I posted the hilarious Facebook convo from some guy about looking hot n rejectin men? He's my Farmville neighbor. He sent me a tree as a gift. And also left me this gem:

Girl what you thinkin?

This must have been extremely awkward.

Facebook never ceases to amuse.

Does your chain hang low?

It's like the unsexiest pornography ever.

MRI of sexual intercourse.
I love the Sciences.

Let's see what we can be when we press fast forward

Note to self: reading glasses are not sunglasses; people can see when you look at them with disgust in your eyes.

Fact.

I think blogger might hate me.
Click on the photo for full effect (or any effect at all).

Brush your shoulders off

So I got out of bed today at 7:20 AM to get ready and go to my job (that I get paid for) that starts at 8 AM.
Meanwhile, people were setting up chairs for the parade (which they do not get paid for) as early as 7 AM, when it doesn't even start til 10 AM.

People are way too dedicated to the parade.

Laziness and apathy FTW.

I be hittin all the spots that you didn't even know was there

(251): I will make out with the first guy who tries to pick me up with a lyric from a rap song. I won't even reply, just be on him like whoa.

More close-to-home Texts from Last Night.
I feel connected to the world in the same way other people feel after they've read PostSecret.com.

UPLIFTING.

You have 1 new message in your inbox

Another Text from Last Night text:

(403): I don't remember. Are we still dating?

TFLN is hitting close to home today, haha.

That finally answers that question

Courtesy of Texts from Last Night:

(905): the only reason I knew his name is because half way through I looked up and it was tatooed on his chest.

And here I was wondering why people get their own names tattooed on themselves. Not for them, FOR THEIR ONE NIGHT STANDS. Genius.

I've built you a home in my heart

The good news? I don't have to apply to McMaster any earlier than October 2009.
The bad news? Last year 1100 people applied for Physiotherapy and there are only 64 spots.

You have the freedom to be fair

You're going to have to click on the picture to get the full effect... blogger cuts it off.