Just Married is the CUTEST most WONDERFUL romantic comedy I've seen in ages. I mean, Ashton Kutcher is soooooo wonderful in that movie . .. not how he treats her in the middle, but that part at the end . . . ahhhhh! Just makes me giggle inside at the wonderfulness. Romantic comedies are mmmmmmmmm.

Dude, so now that I'm calmed down about the whole thing . . . I spent two hours writing this really awesome post about everythign that I thought about the new Harry POtter book. It was massive! It was phenomenal! I felt so amazing when I had finished writing it! And then Blogger ate it, as it loves to do with posts. Does blogger hate me? Does it think I'm funny looking? Does it not care for my writing? I wonder if it would be easy to switch to another bloglike service. But then again, I'd lose my layout that I've grown very fond of, and alllll of my posts. And that's a lot. I should count them! Just for fun. Hmmmmmm. Wonder how many there would be . . . : D

WOOHOO! I am soooooo good. I just figured it out (not by counting but by playing around with how many posts i can have on my page. This will be my 165th post! Woohoo! Go me. 165 seems big in ways, but actually kinda small. Like, I've only had 165 blocks of thought in almost the past year? Hmmm. Well, still. Wooyay.

So I think Connor's gone on a trip with his family. That's cool and all, but seeing as I'm not going to be here when he's back until the 12th, I really would have appreciated him saying goodbye. We were gonna hang out yesterday, but he didn't call . . . I tried calling him, then, but he wasn't home. Jaime and I walked by his house out of boredom and nobody appeared to be there. Having a boyfriend is more stressful than you'd think. I'll write to him or something from camp. Least I can do is stay in touch.

German camp . . . two weeks of speaking german . . . . kinda scares me! I mean, I'm going all alone. Nobody I know, at all. That's even less than Interlochen. I kinda wish it was only one week, 'cause I hate being away from people so long when I only have so much time left to spend with them. Scary.

Hmmmm, I'm going to figure out how many days I have left in Eau Claire . . .

65 days. Minus approximately 19 days of camp. That's 46 days of me actually *in* Eau Claire to work with. Scary.

Speaking of people in Eau Claire, Ryan Day stopped by to see me! It made me soooooo happy. I miss him oh so very much. One day when he's in Eau Claire I am going to casually chain his leg to a post so he can't get away.

Gotta get ready to go see Barnum. Good luck Jenny! (and Rachel and Suzie of course)

Supergirl schlumps herself off the computer chair.

TWO FUCKING POSTS IN A ROW! Blogger is eating my posts like candy.

Blogger can eat my nuts.

I think maybe I should switch servers.

I'm not terribly fond of this new Blogger thing. I was rather partial to the last template . . . oh well, just a bit getting used to. Anyway, after that long and TERRIBLY annoying delay, I can finally post! I'm back from camp as of tuesday. Arrgh, I've had so many things to say, but now that I can say them I can't remember a thing. And I'm actually pretty tired . . . but I should probably get to bed. Camp was fun, yada yada, g'night, I love you all.

Supergirl enjoys her own mattress.

Hmmmm, today is going to be a lot of effort.

Harry Potter comes out at midnight! And I was going to be free and easy getting it at Borders in Eau Claire where I have a copy reserved, buttttttt it turns out my mom wants to get a head start on our drive for State Honors Choir Camp, so I'm going to be in Wausau tonight. and---

Uh oh! It's time to leave. Eep! I'll be back the 24th probably around 5 or 6ish. Leave me lovely shout outs, muah!

Supergirl picks up her suitcase and runs out the door.

HAHAHA

this is my mother:

"Lauren, tell me the truth--ARE YOU SCREWING CONNOR? TELL ME THE TRUTH!"

Ahhhahahahahahaha . . . this is after she found some condoms I got from the pinata at the glass picnic for fun so I could blow them up. Reminds me a bit of the, "Lauren . . . is your sister a drug dealer?" "What?!? NO!" "TELL ME THE TRUTH!"

I think she just really likes yelling "tell me the truth". That's probably it.

Ha. Haha. Still feel shitty though. And on top of this I have cramps like no other. Yuck. I need some advil or something.

Supergirl winces.

This day is hell.

Yuck. Someone make it better.

Today was a good day. Hung out with some of my favorite people. Wooyay, in the words of Graham. Saw Connor again, and probably tomorrow. We plan to go to the cliffs! Yay. Then on Wednesday I go to the mall of America. Excitement indeed!

I have mosquito bites all over. I officially itch.

So I'm fascinated with the credits at the end of movies. I mean, all those names that scroll by are lives, all these stories that are just waiting to be told. How amazing is that? So I realized today, I should use movie credits to give me ideas for stories. To give me names. I watched the movie two week's notice tonight, and afterwards I grabbed a notebook and looked for interesting names. A couple of the names came to me perfectly, a couple others I made out two different names put together, putting last names as first names and vice nersa and seeing what I could create. Here's what I came up with:

Kimberly Noble
Kenton Jakub
Raiston Hughes
Bridget Violante
Kevin Cahil
Owen Ashley
Kover Schorr
Gweneviere Paul
Guy Cerelli
Fennimore Maine

Interesting names, huh? I thought so.

Supergirl dreams up a story.

Happy father's day!

The dance recital yesterday went soooooo well! I only made one mistake, and that was just forgetting one turn in the can can. I think I did really well otherwise! It was a lot of fun too, hanging out with my girls and watching the other dances. I can't believe I'm not going to be dancing next year! That's soooo sad. I love it so much, it's really hard to give up. But oh well, life goes on, and I'm going on to greater things.

The day before the recital . . . two days ago . . . I went to the glass picnic. It was actually really fun, and I met some really cool new people. Afterwards I went over to Issa's house with a bunch of people from there and we watched velvet goldmine. Then we went to the playground and played around a bit. Fun? Yes indeed.

I finally saw Connor last night! That really topped off my day quite nicely, as I never really seem to see him much anymore. Just being with him makes me positively glow.

I haven't listened to this song in a while--it's really good. Tip the Scale, by Pop Unknown. I can't even put into words how powerful music can be . . . what words and actions cannot convey, music seems to capture perfectly
it's the perfect mix of action, words and sound that plays with your ears and slips into your brain and does . . . something . . . that's just amazing.

Supergirl stretches and hopes to wake up.

I wanna make a motion
To stop the commotion
I second the motion
To stop the Commotion
I've got another notion
It's a backwards emotion
I've got a notion
Back-back-back-back-backwards motion

I had a really weird dream last night, and I can actually remember it. Connor and I got in a fight because he said he liked sara haapala and i got really pissed off at him, but then we ended up making up. Speaking of Connor, I haven't seen him since tuesday. Hmmph. Well, at least that was the general idea of my dream; a lot more happened. Dreams are so interesting when you think about them--they're just these litle stories that you make up when you can't consciously do anything. How weird is that?

Suzanna slept over last night, which was soooo awesome because I love her dearly and I've missed her so. She's doing well, which is exciting because a while ago she was doing less well and that was not as good.

Dance recital tomorrow! Woohoooo! I'm pumped. You all must come. See the catwoman post for more details.

Well, I'm going to head out now, maybe I'll miraculously find something to do. Huh.

SUZANNA'S HERE!

Oh my god!

She's coming over right now. How I missed her . . .

*Meow* Yes Your'e Catwoman!! Although technically
not a superhero, you are still a pretty foxxy
kitty cat. You have great respect for your only
friends, your cats. Don't be suprised if some
people might think your'e evil, you are! But
always remember to correct them: "No I'm a
DAMN SEXY evil doer! And Don't forget it!"
If they are still in doubt of your sexy nature
show them that skintight leather suit.


What Superhero/heroine are You? (With Pics!!)
brought to you by Quizilla

I thought Spiderman was great . . . Catwoman is my fucking role model. I mean, she's awesome! Evil, sexy, slinky . . . mreow! I feel like Catwoman when I wear my black cat costume for dance . . . haha, I should make myself cat ears. I'd rock.

Speaking of dance--recital on Saturday! Please go see me because I love you all, and who know--I might not see you for the rest of the summer and then you wouldn't see me for ages, and what fun is that? Anyway, it's 3 dollars, general seating at the State theatre. There are two recitals that I'm in, but I'm in more dances and *better* dances at the one Saturday 1:00. There's also Saturday 6:00, but blech. Don't like that one.

Anyway, I'm gonna get going, maybe crash on the couch, probably hang with allison black later tonight, who I LOVE! Hee hee. ^_^ I'm silly.

Supergirl is over and out.

I ROCK!


You are SPIDERMAN! you never asked to be a
superhero, but now that you are all you care
about is keeping it a secret and trying not to
scare away your family and friends.


What Kind of Superhero Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla


Hahahahaha yay I'm Spiderman! My favorite.

Ohhhhh, today got infinitely better. I found my purse, even though it was out in the rain, so it's drying out in my kitchen while its contents are chilling in a makeshift purse. My teeth . . . well they haven't really stopped hurting yet, which kinda baffles me because I just got them cleaned. Minneapolis was amazingly fun! I love the mall of america, and Jenny and Suzie annnnnd . . . sure, Ben. Sometime's we're sort of neck to neck, but in the end I love him anyway. I got an amazingly awesome skirt at Rampage, only the coolest store of all time, and ate delectable mini donuts and orgasmic tortillas. I got in a good nap on the way home, although when I was done I was groggy as hell and had that funny sleepy taste in my mouth. Actually, my mouth didn't really recover from that. I had a mint later, which was good, but then kool aid tasted salty after that, which was disgusting. And then I kissed Connor, and my mouth was happy again. Sort of a rollercoaster of a day for it. It wakes up being happyish, then is sad at the dentists, then happy because of yummy donuts and tortillas, then sad because of sleep, then happy because of mints, sad because of kool-aid, and happy because of Connor. So at least my mouth had an interesting day. Annnnyway . . . So when I got home from Minneapolis I just sorta trudged inside and schlumped down in front of the computer to see if anything was happening. Well, nothing was, so I decided to bike around and see what was going on. I ended up watching "The Mexican" at Connor's house with Anna, Anthony, and sometimes Ryan Ingersoll. It was a fairly decent movie, although we didn't end up finishing it, and afterwards Connor walked me home, and here I am, 8 petite quisches later, coughing up a storm and listening to Sublime.

And that's the story of my life! Well, at least one day of it. And that's leaving out the details. And there were a lot of those, believe me.

Ahhhhh, sometimes I'm such a bad person.

I'm kinda tired, I think perhaps it is time for bed.

RAR!

Today sucks my penis bigtime. So what if I don't have one. So far I've woken up early, lost my purse, gone to the dentist, got stuck in traffic for a LONG time, and found out Connor can't go. If there is a God, which I highly doubt, IT'S FUCKING INSANE.

If this trip isn't AMAZING, I will just sit down and give up. Today I definitely lose. And I don't even think I have any money . . . GRRRRRRRRRR.

I need a hug.

Oh, one extra note.

I LOVE IT WHEN YOU SHOUT OUT!

muah liz and jaime, you rock. everyone else needs some work in that department ;)

So I was talking about the dentist with Katie when I remembered a really scary trip to the dentist when I was little. My nose was stuffy so I couldn't breathe through it, and my dentist was making it so i couldn't use my mouth. I started freaking out, telling him to stop it and crying and shit, but he wouldn't, he just yelled at me and told me to shut up . . . talk about traumatic. My mom yelled at him and never took me there again. **shudders** I have a dentist appointment tomorrow. Yucky.

But the rest of tomorrow is going to ROCK! Jenny, Ben, Suzy and Connor and I are all going to the mall of America and then to Don Pablo's for dinner. I'm pumped. It's totally gonna lift me up from what's gonna be a shitty experience at the Dentist fo sho.

Ahhhh, I had such a good day today. There was some hang outage, then some dance-age, then more hang outage. Definitely awesome. I finally saw the elusive Connor, who it turns out was in Madison.

Hahahaha, my typo of the day:

almost trying: I HAVE NOSES

Trying to say I hate noses. Didn't really work. Cough. Yeah, so I might be sick. Or else I have allergies. I feel bad cause I'm probably spreading myself to Connor. I really enjoy listening to soul coughing. They're mellow and funky, perfect for summer. Mmmmm.

Well, I'm gonna go, maybe get some sleep so I can wake up in time for the dentist tomorrow. Peace out.

Mmmmmm, this is a nice moment. I'm happy.

List of things that make me happy:

big fluffy bread from cops
ozma
connor
turning the music up loud
being told something i never knew
actually knowing song lyrics
a sense of accomplishment
being pleasantly surprised
unexpected phone calls
people-watching
political poetry
being just the right temperature
being hit in the face with topper stix . . . wait no, just kidding.
seeing people in love
knowing that i made a difference
capturing an emotion with photography
imagining myself as somebody else
ignoring reality
looking at yearbooks
watching "rejected"
liz schaefer and jaime soper
old music from when pop didn't mean suck
feeling loved :)

Ahhh, yay.

Oh, I do so enjoy jazz music. As in oldtime jazz. My mom has the radio on it, and I feel like I'm back in the 20's in a smokey nightclub sitting on the piano in a slinky shapeless dress, tapping my feet in the air and holding a martini, gazing back at the piano player as I sing, a slight smile resting on my face. Ahhhh, that's the life. Sometimes I feel I should have lived in the 20's, minus the decades around it. It would be really fun to live one year in the 20's, one in the 60's, one in the 70's, and one in the 80's. Just a little bit different and interesting to see how things have changed, and to be able to live in a completely different style. Or have like one day of Renessaince (I couldn't handle a week, much less a year!) where I could wear a pretty dress and speak in old english. Funnnn.

I want to be British, too. I think maybe someday I shall. I'll find a way.

I found out that the wonderful roll of pictures I just took was in black and white film and I didn't know that . . . it kinda sucks, because I really wanted color pictures and I took the type of pictures that color is fun in, not the artsy schmartsy pictures. You know? Arrgh. Well, I think I might head over to Natalie's, so . . .

peace.

Ahhhhh, Liz and Jaime are the most adorable, fun girls in the world. Last night was one of the funniest nights of my life. I don't think I've ever been whacked in the face by a rack of topper stix before. Come to think of it, I think I just ate those ones . . . that's vaguely disgusting. I'm thirsty.

So Jenny is always at Barnum and Connor is God knows where, but on the brighter side Suzanna is coming! I can't exactly remember when, I think sometime this week, but sheeeeeee's a-comin'. I'm so amazingly excited for her return, you have no idea! I love her so much.

So Ben Bonis called me yesterday! I felt sooooo cool. He had to endure girl talk, though, cause Liz and Jaime were over, so it was a lot of weirdness. He's such a great boy though. I shall miss him a lot.

86 days until I leave for Interlochen! That's only 86 more opportunities to hang out with me, getting lower every day. Actually, less than that, 'cause I'll be gone a lot. Oh, for those of you who like to know, this is my summer schedule:

June . . . . wait a second! Is that really when State Honors choir camp is? No way! Hold on. I'm so confused. Wait, am I in the treble choir or the mixed choir? Arrrrrrgh! Well, I'm either gone June 21-24 or June 25-28.


Annnnyway . . .

June 21-4 or 25-8: State Honors Choir camp
June 30-July 12: Concordia (German Camp)
July 27-August 2: Manitou

and then I might be hangin with my nanny and my cousin for a week sometime after that. But otherwise, that's pretty much my summer.

Which, by the way, has been less than exciting. Although certain times have been really fun, I don't think I've done anything so far besides Wednesday night that really lived up to Summer. Okay, well, maybe last night. Welllllll . . . maybe a few other times too. Okay, hell, it's summer. Yay.

My spoon is too big . . . I am a banana! Ahhhahahaha if you haven't seen that yet, see it here:

http://www.noctem.org/rejected.html

Sooooooooo amazingly funny. Haha. Yaaaaaay!

I've decided that I really like not wearing a bra. I feel free. Anyway, I think I'm gonna go take a bath because I'm pretty gross after dance. I'll check y'all later . . . .

DON'T FORGET TO SHOUT OUT!

I think I've just realized something.

I really enjoy making other people happy. Okay, so that's not much of an epiphany, but I just realized that even though I haven't exactly been doign much for myself the past couple days, I've been helping other people be slightly happier and making things just a bit easier for them, and I feel completely wonderful. I mean, we're not talking food shelter sort of help here, I'm just talking about silly little stuff, but could this be a career key for me? I could write psychological self-worth books, advice columns, best-selling relationship manuals . . . yay! I'm already excited! I should help people more often.

See, I love being the mediator, and I love making fighting stop and making people content. I think even if I'm not the happiest person myself, I can be happy through others. Maybe it's my way of making up for what I'm missing. Although I'm perfectly content right now and don't really need to live vicariously. It's like when I watch chick flicks--the cute little endings make me feel good, like theyr'e MY cute little endings and then I'm happy.

Good mood. :)

WHAT A MOVIE. Oh my god. Vanilla Sky is fucking amazing.

I really like Alice in Wonderland--what an amazingly fucked up movie to be showing little kids! I'm taking quizzes about it on quizilla. The results?


You are The Catepillar!


Which Alice In Wonderland Character Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla


I don't feel too well. I should sleep.

Everybody is sad, or heartbroken, or confused, or in pursuit of something they feel they can never get. I feel like the only one around me without a crisis.

I love listening, and helping, but sometimes being a mediator of sorts can be very overwhelming.

But, if you need advice or help, I'm here with open ears. In case you didn't know and are in need. I love helping people with their problems.

Don't forget to SHOUT OUT!"

One more day of memorial high school . . . I can't quite believe I'm leaving. I always thought I'd have 4 years here, and it's closing off so quickly that I'm left here with my hand still outreached. I knoe Interlochen will be amazing, but it still can't stop me from missing whah I have.

Summer is finally officially here. My pool is open, school is ending, and my world is just beginning. The freedom of summer is really when we're all who we realllly are. No holds barred, no schedules and hurries, no obligations or deadlines or goals--just life. And isn't that humanity in the raw? Well, of those involved in the education business anyway. I pity those who work in the summer. I just can't tear myself away from the sun and the grass and the feeling of exposing my body to then sun and feeling the earth beneath my toes. bare shoulders make me feel alive and kicking. Sunburns, however, make me want to cry. Oooh . . . a few safety pins removed and there's no strap rubbing against my neck. Nice.

Ouch.

Well I'm going to go study so I can hang with my wonderful Becca tonight . . . seeya.

Wow am I sunburnt!

I got my dance pictures back today and they're REALLY cool. I'm totally happy wiht how they turned out. Sunless tanner, on the other hand, completely sucks my dick. Oh, and my parents think that I look like a dominatrix in my jazz costume. Ha. Double ha.

I'M GOING TO MISS MEMORIAL SO MUCH! The last couple days I've been rather sad and sniffly--I cried quite a bit at graduation. Dinner smells realllly good . . . hmmm, I'm going to go eat. I'll probably post later.

SHOOOOOOOUT OUUUUUUUUUT!

Graduation today . . . lonnnnnnng periods of singing and sitting and watching and BORING. But I get to see my sister, so all is well. :)

HEY! YOU SHOULD LEAVE SHOUT OUTS! YES YOU! Not just now, but all the time! Shout out, shout out, shout out! I enjoy getting them . . . a lot . . . shout out.

Yepppp . . .

Yeah . . .

(shout out)