Hey leute! Just blogging to let you know that I'm leaving today (friday) for first a cabin with reltives and then Manitou. So as of this sunday until next saturday i'll be at manitou. In case you were dropped on your head and suddenly it seems like a good idea to write me, the address is:
27960 Long Lake Road
New Auburn, WI 54757
I don't know why you'd write me though, because I'm only gone for a week. Well, whatev. Enjoy your week :)

Supergirl packs up and heads out.

Just in case I forget to say this later when Ellen's gone, she's a thrill to hang out with. I'm very proud to have stayed up till 5:35 with her. 5:36 actually. And hopefully later. She's in the . . . bathroom, i think? Either that or she's changing. I'm listening to a punk cover of I'll Stop The World and Melt With You. What a cute song, seriously. Punk covers just make me happy--especially ones of the spice girls' "wannabe" and the inspector gadget theme. Wow, I remember freshman year when ian and blake were obsessed with that inspector gadget song, and they played it on the piano on the auditorium stage at lunch--oh the good old eat-in-the-aud days, 'twas fun. Back when memorial actually had a theatre crowd.

Ellen likes the word blog.

Well, she's back so I'm over and out. I love y'all.

Supergirl points at the time and grins.

So I'm sitting here watching this heated argumentish thing spreading over the comment system in R's live journal, and i'm thinking, "man, people should be cool in my shout outs" cause nobody ever really shouts out . . . . except for a select few . . . . . so make me happy and shout out. and be interesting. I know it's possible, otherwise I wouldn't hang out with you people.

Speaking of hanging out with people, I've been remarkably antisocial the last couple of days. I think it's partly because of my newfond obsession to webcomics and partly because I don't clean my room like I'm supposed to. Although the first really leads into the second. Yes, I'll admit, Mac Hall and Megatokyo have me. Oy.

I finally saw Donnie Darko, what a kick ass movie! Woohoo. Oh, and my sister gave me two cd's--Soul Coughing's Irresistable Bliss and Clay Aiken's 2 song little cd thingy--the second one was more of a jokish thing, but she seriuosly gave me the perfect present. The cd's and a gorgeous new purse. God, I'm gonna miss my sister so much! She's so undeniably kick ass. Seriously, I would be only about an 8th as cool as I am now were it not for my sister. Muah to you, Courtney, if you're reading--I love you.

Small little angry moment of the day--so I sent R. a letter and in it I put a bracelet, but somehow the bracelet fell out in the process of sending the letter. So that got me down a bit, but I still had a pretty good day.

Well I have to get back to my obsessive reading of Mac Hall--but you are far from done on this blog, whoever's reading this. Ohhhhhh yes. See the little words "shout out"? Click em. And leave one. Oh my.

Supergirl eagerly slips back into Mac Hall mode.

So much has been happening lately--first things first, my birthday was yesterday. At the last minute I got a couple people together and we went to Noah's Ark for the day. It was sooooo amazingly fun, and we acted like dorks and laughed a lot, but I think I put on a little less sunscreen than I should have . . . aka I am the color of a lobster. They should serve me for dinner and i'd be the most expensive thing on the menu. I always felt sorry for those little lobsters, they just sorta bumbled around their tanks, oblivious to the fact that the people looking through the glass at them would soon be consuming them. And they never really have enough room to move about properly, they're always sort of climbing on top of each other and bumpbing into things. Sad.

So, for those of you who are not aware, I've hooked up with a guy I met at German camp. His name is R. (yes that's his real name) and he's just . . . amazing. Seriously. I've just connected with him in this surreal way, he's so much like me and yet endlessly interesting and fascinating. Unfortunately, however, he lives in Paw Paw MI. Suck butt, huh? But we're still making it work long distance. And I actually have confidence that it's going to work, because I like him so much that I can trust myself completely. And plus, it's not one of those really physical things, you know? I mean, I love just being with him, and touching him (get your mind out of the gutter) and hugging him and stuff, but it's not a necessity because it's sooooo personality based. That makes it way cool in my book.

Katelyn's birthday partyish was tonight. 'Twas a lot of fun, I hung out with people that I should really hang out with more. We played imaginiff, which is just a really cool game in general. Then we ate pizza and had ice cream cake, and watched how to lose a guy in 10 days. Good movie, good times. I love Katelyn so much, it's going to be weird without her next year. I gave her the Doubble Donkey Disc (Ozma, for those of you without good taste in music, hehe) which i eyed up lustily before deciding that getting myself a katelyn's birthday present would be less productive and nice than getting katelyn a katelyn's birthday present. But I did get myself a Faint cd (a faint cd? a the faint cd? how do you do that when there's a the in the band name?) which i am enjoying lots. R introduced me to them, and it's cool because they're not music that i'd normally find and listen to on my own. They're really interesting and different. Id reccommend this cd (Danse Macabre) to anyone interested in trying somethign new. 11.99 at best buy. woohoo.

Well I'm getting overheated and tired, so I think I'm out for the night. I love you all, muah.

Supergirl flops down on her bed and surrenders.

I'm sitting here in last night's clothes with a phone in my hand and elliot smith in my head. Despite how silly I feel at the moment, i'm having a really good day.

And good reason for it! Today is my last day of fourteen. It seems like fourteen has stretched on forever and I've grown above it--I mean, honestly, I feel far beyond fourteen. I feel far beyond fifteen too. I always forget how young I am, and then I remember and it surprises me. This whole last year has held so much in it, can time really move this slowly? I mean, years hold so many things so remarkably well . . . . i wonder if i get cake.

Ahhhh, I feel much more acceptable now. I bathed and redressed. I just need to put on some ozma to jump-start my energy . . . turtleneck coverup, now there's a good song :)

Soooo, a bit of news . . . I broke up with Connor a couple days ago, for those of you who have not come across this information yet. If you're totally in the dark and confused still, talk to me sometime. I'm too lazy to explain.

I think the bottoms of my feet are officially dead.

I like pirates. Arrrrrrrrr! I wish I could be as cool as R. and have a piratey name. I mean, who the hell names a pirate Lauren?

My birthday is tomorrow! Fifteen! Cake! I like cake. Hmmm. Well, I don't have much to say . . . I love you all.

Supergirl misses R.

Woooo! I'm back! So much has happened . . . so soooooo much. It's kinda weird, but I think I really changed at camp. Isn't it funny how little experiences like that can change you? I miss my people sooooo much, especially R. and the fantastic stuttgart five. And Dieter and Ludo and Abbi and . . . . I need to stop. My blog seems so out of date when I look back on these recent entries now . . . weirdness.

So Waldsee (concordia german camp) was one of the most amazing times of my life. I miss everything about it so much already . . . yesterday I cried a billion times, and i did once today too. I'm such a sappy person, it's really silly. Today I got both of my rolls of film developed and I'm like in love with them. I can't wait to go back next year! Woohoo! And there are some chances for me to see my friends still--Jewa only lives like an hour away, Gitta lives in Chicago like my grandparents, and R. only lives 3 hours way from interlochen. Well I'm sure that everyone reading this who was not at Waldsee would get reallllllly sick of hearing about it if I said all that I want to, so I should shut up.

Well, I *should*, but will I? Probably not. Well, maybe. My god, soul coughing is just an awesome band . . . I've been listening to them for ages, and their stuff just makes you want to . . . be. It's so funky and mellow and easy to get into. I almost bought a cd today, but I couldn't decide which . . . I ended up just sort of looking at the cd's and giving up, because I can't make decisions. At all. I'm one of those people who's always sitting there at the table when we're out to eat, hurriedly deciding what i want to order like my life depends on it as everybody else orders straight away. Making decisions is definitely not my strong point . . . especially really important ones.

Right now I'm reading the blog (well, technically live journal, but everything's a blog to me) of someone I met at camp, and it's really cool because i'm reading back really far and seeing their life take shape . . . that's what I love about blogs. You can see progress, you can see lives mold into the shape they are now, and you can tell what experiences have made people themselves. I love seeing the blogs and buddy infos of all my Waldsee friends because we're all in post-camp depression, wishing we were still back there, although reveling in the fact that it was so amazing. I still can't believe I'm not there anymore . . . I miss all of my Waldsee friends so much. I feel like they're my home, like they're who i'm meant to be with. Must . . . move . . . . on . . . ! Eeeeep.

Oh Jaime Soper, call me you silly girl! You must come over so we can be girls tonight.

So there's this knick in the paint on the door frame of this room that looks like a huge ass bug, and every single time I fall for it and get slightly subconsciously freaked out. And I see this thing like every day, you'd think I'd have wisened up by now.

So did I tell you I'm a bad person? Cause I am. I really am. Ohhhhh, but I'm not really such a bad person, I just can't time things right, or live in the right place, or anything.

I think I'm really sensitive to smells. I miss the way people smell, the way things smell . . . smells can bring back the most intense memories so quickly. THe word smell is a really ugly word. I'm going to stop using it now.

I hate it when I actually do make a decision for once, and it's clear cut, but there's something in the way. Advanced planning is not good in some situations . . . it can put you between a rock and a hard place. I really like that expression :)

Two amazing songs I'm listening to: Falling (Ben Kweller) and In The Lost And Found (Elliot Smith)

I'm in the mood to listen to some sadcore emo. I'm just in that kind of a funk. Raimbow leg warmers are surprisingliy not helping, although they did this afternoon. I think I need my Jaime here to snuggle with. Snuggling withdrawal really isn't good. A person needs at least 12 hugs a day. Today I've gotten . . . . none. Wow. Actually, wait, just kidding! I've gotten two! Nay, three! One from Courtney, one from Jenny and one from Hrudka. Sweet. Just need 9 more . . . hmmmmmmm.

Another good song to get me in a better mood--Bubble Toes (Jack Johnson). You know, I really wish I could go to that phish concert on my birthday . . . . it's too bad it's sold out and fucking expensive to get tickets off of ebay or anything. Sadness.

It's as simple as something that nobody knows that her eyes are as big as her bubbly toes . . .

Good bread, good cheese, good raspberries . . . . guess what . . . . I like to eat! Oh my! I think I've seriously gained weight in the last two weeks. I thought I was getting skinnier while I was at Waldsee, but . . . well you know what? I think it's from the last couple days. I've eaten SO much, nonstop, and haven't really moved around a lot. Man, not cool. I looked downright chunky today. Well, at least I'm relatively skinny. And it's no big deal anyway--what the hell does it matter? There's only one person who I care about what they think about my physicality, and I'm sure he doesn't mind flab. It's natural.

Jaime doll, it's time to call.

Man, I rhyme so well . . . must be why I'm going off to a shcool for creative writing. Jussssssst kidding. I hate rhymes in poems and literature. They sound cheesey. I don't like that, I like raw power, I like breathing words. Rhymes lie flat and speak in forced language. Real words flow, real words bite and seduce.

So stumble down the stairs again, pretend you're not too proud to understand and still know when your voice comes through the crowd, that lonely people talk too loud. Numbers on a washroom stall, there's always more than one last call calling you. We've got blue eyes, we've got green eyes, we've got gray eyes.

The weakerthans lyrics never cease to amaze me. Seeing them live would be magical.

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 say who's left and who's leaving . . .

Ooooh, Jaime called . . . . oh no, she's disabled from sleeping over. That's especially sad because I could be at a movie right now with Sarah Miller my darling. But I guess tonight I'll sit at home like the loser that I am and think about my feelings. I'm trying to find a song that says what I want to say right now, but I can't, and if I did, I'd have to keep it mostly to myself because I'm a bad person. Arrrrrgh, I'm growing impatient about things. I have too much time on my hands to sit and think.

Good lord do I love Ozma! The song Apple Trees is irreparably cute.

Deep inside my eye there is part of you. You still look the same except your grown up now. So much time has passed, since I saw last, oh. An apple pie, the number pi, i studied you in math class, and did all my work, but never got your digits. Take a number like 5, times 10, times 10 again, 500 miles of apple orchards to defend.

Every time I think I know that band's best song, I realize that another one of their songs is of equal or more amazingness and change my mind. It never ends.

I like big eyes.

My god, that was the most delicious raspberry I've had in ages. Yum.

Oh, all the wrong things make me happy. Hrmph. This has been a weird last couple days. I have about 6 raspberry seeds stuck in my teeth. Speaking of teeth, dentist tomorrow! Ahhhhhh! Usually this would not be quite as scary if it were merely a check up of sorts, but noooooo, I have to have cavities drilled. Ubernotcool.

So I was thinking about straight edgeness, cause i met a straight edge boy at camp, and I looked up straight edge quizzes on quizilla. My results?


Your good peoples.


Are you Straight Edge?
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Woohoo. I like this one because i'm not too strenuous in either direction.

Wow, this is a really long blog! I think I'm gonna publish this and revel in its awesomeness. Hellll yeah.

Peace out, says Sarafina. (deutsch name. personally i like it better than lauren. lauren's too boring)

aka Supergirl winks and sticks out her tongue. Just a little.