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.