Today is the day for shameless promotion. Be warned, each of these artists have varying styles. They're just what's swimming in my head right now.
Musicians that are definitely worth checking out:
Passion Pit
MGMT
Anberlin
Swimming With Dolphins
Rooftop Revival (recently disbanded, but they had some awesome music)
Joshua Radin
Fleet Foxes
Now go find them online somewhere and do them some justice by buying their songs or albums.
:D
I have a few friends from the past graduating today. I used to be in class with them, but now I bet not even a quarter of those people remember who I am. Now, the few people who do remember me haven't seen me in years, and now they're leaving for good after this. Growing up sure is a new thing for me, even after 17 and a half years of doing it.
Sorry, I'm kind of in a miserable mood right now. I hate fighting with people, and the prospect of losing someone I've known for the majority of my life...
lol i look at my last post... i feel kinda silly. now its officially been a year and two months. anyways, so i've graduated and stuffs. i have my license. i have real friends. i have a laptop that will let me post in here more often then i obviously have been. meh.
so here are some pictures.
After the ceremony with Jon and Kevin, my two best guy friends. I love them to death.
What's the point of starting a blog just to write in it twice and then forget about it for almost a year? Yeah... my point exactly.
So I randomly sign into my google account and i find my blogger account and decide to click on it thinking, "Oh, yeah! I remember this!" And now I'm just figuring that it's something else i can bore everybody else with. I already do it with deviantart, considering I'm now obssessed. You can blame everybody who keeps praising my photoshop work. It makes me feel good and then i just LOVE using the program.. and one thing leads to the next and SHABAM... I'm still posting on deviantart. It's addicting, I promise. And then Jon goes ahead and buys a month subscription and now the addiction is worse. Thank you, thank you very much.
Oh yes. I don't believe i told any of you people (who don't read this blog obviously) about the wonderful person most of us call Chance Johnson. Well, he's pretty much the most amazing person i know. We started dating in December and now we're stronger than strong. At least, i think so. :] And now he doesn't have his car or phone, which is pretty depressing because now we can't see or talk to each other as easily as we could've. Luckily, my family is more than willing to either drive me over there or pick him up. Thank goodness he lives in the vicinity.
So yesterday I had another driving adventure including a 20 foot S-curve, smelly linen wastewater, turning right, and the heavy gas pump, not to mention my first experience with an ATM machine. It all started with me waking up on a beautiful Friday morning, the last official day of school (insert sappy morning music here). I only woke up because my dad decided to barge in asking "Why aren't you awake?! You need to go to school!!" This is where I rub the nasty stuff that builds up from my eyes and stare at him miserabely. "Because, for the fifty-millionth time, i dont need to go to school. I have absolutely no finals." So then he stared in an equally miserable fashion back at me and said that I had to get dressed anyways and that he would go to school with me to make sure that I didn't have to be present. That seemed completely bogus to me because i knew for sure i didnt have to be present. Where would i go anways? I didn't have and CLASSES. jeez. So around 8 or so, he drove me up there and Mrs. Brockett (formerly known as Mrs. McDonald - soul slayer international) stared me, probably even more miserable in her jacked up world. I told her what would happen when my dad would walk through that office door, but she just told me "Go home, Lauren. i don't want to see you until next year. Please."
Yess.... Soul Slayer International didn't want to see me for three months. What a blissful summer this shall be. Not as exciting as when the Tough Cookie (MS Principal jsyk) told me she never wanted to see me again. And then I talked to her my sophomore year and she almost had a heart attack. I must not have a positive impression on prinicipals and vice principals. Hm..
So then I go home and play with my new subscription on deviantart until my dad comes home for lunch. I think he hate two weeks old pork ribs. They smelled absolutely horrid. As soon as he stepped foot into the kitchen and realized that if i didn't move from the computer soon then I would probably be there until one or two o'clock, he said "If you want to drive I have an oppurtunity for you. You get to drive me to Arlington and back. It's over a hundred miles." He stressed that part about the distance. So of course, not having driven in forever (I only get to drive only once or twice every couple of weeks) I jumped at the oppurtunity. As he finished stuffing his gob with overdue pork, I grabbed the keys and went to adjust the car seat and mirrors. I am considerably smaller than my ancestors, so my seat and mirrors need major adjusting. He tumbles into the car and buckles up as I proceed to back out of the driveway, like a pro of course.
Now, I am probably an overly cautious driver, partly because I'm paranoid and I really want my license and I have to impress my dad with my driving if i ever want it. So before I'm even out of my neighborhood, I'm stopped on red, waiting to make a right turn and somebody honks at me! My dad told me not go just because some impatient stupidhead wants me to go. XP That's me rebelling against the world... of driving. BP That's me rebelling against the world.
So I drive to Denton all professional-like, because now I'm very good at it and my Dad says "You get to go on the free-way!" So i have to go to I-35, where apparently there's a shortened 20 foot S-curve, which gives you about 30 seconds to get onto the freeway, a horrible place. I'm also told its not the place to be getting on the freeway your first time. Yes, this was my first time on the freeway. So I'm trying to merge and here comes this humungous semi barreling down on me and my dad says GET ON THE SHOULDER!!! NOW!!! so i do and as soon as the truck passes he says MERGE AND FLOOR IT!!!! Yeah, he was yelling the entire time, and I'm shaking and shuddering and think that maybe the floodgates behind my bulging eyeballs were about to burst. I never want to get onto the highway ever again. I'll make Chance drive. >-<>
So we get to the linen place (his first customer of the day) and i have to wait in the car, so i roll down the windows and pull out my handy dandy copy of Much Ado About Nothing, by the amazing freak himself - Shakespeare. Anyways, he says Sorry about the smell. It's waste water. And apparently, the people who work there like Usher, because every car that drove in was blasting Usher, and than there was music blaring from the inside of the building -- Usher. Gag.
He comes back and it's time to go to the Dallas Airport. And we do. Simple. Not a whole lot went on. I still hate the freeway. Then the "check gauge'' light flashed and i was all.. WE NEED GAS! Our car got us to Lake Dallas i think, and i got the honors of filling it up by myself. That's ok, i got to handle the card. THEN, we had to go to Wal-Mart to pick up mum's pictures, half of which i recognized as ones that i took myself.. even OF myself.. on Grampa's roof. So anyways, then we had to get cash in Denton, so I drove us expertly to the ATM by the mall, and not so expertly got the cash from it. Again, I got to handle the card. Then I drove home. Why? Because I knew how, without directions, because I'm cool like that. Woooo.....
Ok, that's mylittledrivingadventure. Enjoyed? Probably not, sorry about that. I'm sure some people are expecting me today so i bet i should probably go.
Oh and yes, today the Aubrey Class of 2008 graduated. I would like to congratulate Laz, because he's the only senior i talk to... well, i guess he's not a senior anymore, huh? I am. Oh gawd, I'm scared. XD
Cheers, Lo
So construction on Gramma's road began today with a thick layer of some gray dusty stuff spread out onto about 2/3 of harmony ranch. good news: yay! construction has started and the road will be finished by friday! bad news: Gramma didnt park her car far enough down the road.. or even OFF the road. So this morning we walked down the side of the road to go move the car... until we got to the culvert... which is when we had to walk ON the road therefore in the 9 inches of dust. We were literally wading through the stuff just to get to a car that was just within two or three arms' reach. We finally reached the car and i had dust ALL over my skully shoes and coating the bottom few inches of my jeans. When we got to the car, Gramma didnt want me in her car getting it dirty, so she told me to ''stay there'' while she moved it farther down the road towards the gate. But she ended up stopping by a neighbor who was outside and she talked to him for a while, while i walked up to the car without her noticing. I got to the car and it was coated in dust... WHY???? honestly, those workers are NOT neat people.
i plan on telling my mom i have this blog now
in the future
i promise. hold me to it, ok?
she has one of these and i thought that they're nicer blogs than on myspace.
so anyways, im spending the night here at my gramma's and i just got back from a very exciting and wonderful ride in the jeep. well, my gramma was in the passenger seat. i was the one in the front seat probably confusing the neighbors by driving back and forth four times past their houses, sometimes stopping and backing up into their driveways only to turn around and drive off psychotically. my gramma says that i drive really well and that i parked the jeep in the garage a lot better than she would've. inside my head, i was throwing a party for my first real driving accomplishment: parking straight.. in a garage. oh yeah... go me. i think that deserves some ice cream later.. with extra chocolate powder. YUM.
So a couple of my friends (Shalise and Kirstie) and I went to the mall on Saturday and had a lot of fun. We went to the Nordstrom's there and had fun making all the rich snobby people stare at us. We obviously didnt fit in. I made sure to talk about how my jeans were only $14 and how my top was only $5... loudly. I thought it was a little absurd that there was a baby grand by the escalators... no one was playing it... and yet there was a recording of piano music on the p.a. So, Kirstie and I decided that we should pick out outfits for eachother and then switch bundles and then try them on to see how fabulous (and how close to eachother's styles) we can get. But when we each had an armload of clothes a bunch of blonde lipsticked ladies kept coming up and practically yelling at us if we needed a dressing room. I thought they were just annoying people who were trying to well... annoy us. Little did I know that they had the keys to the dressing rooms. I'm not used to that kind of treatment. So after we gaggled at the $50 tank tops we ended up sharing a dressing room, which was a lot roomier and nicer than the ones at wal mart. I realized that Kirstie knows me very well and she picked out the PERFECT plaid bermudas that went VERY well with the striped stockings i was already wearing. i looked at the pricetag: $28.. after price reduction. it was pretty painful to take them off.. along with the very clashing $50 tank top. But i got over it, later i had a strawberry iced mocha and a mean bean java monster.. that made me feel high class enough for the day.
So yearbook camp (MediaMania for all the outsiders out there) starts two weeks from today. Last year we stayed in two story suites that were literally falling apart. My friend Deva and I stayed in the top story and we ''thought'' we had the luxury of a balcony with the lovely wooden door .. chipped and peeling paint included, so we opened the door to reveal a coupla stoners from downstairs having their own.. well... good time. That freaked us out JUST A LITTLE. so we kept that door double locked the entire time. THIS year, we're staying in the Crown Plaza. That just SOUNDS high class... im told it is... that makes me sooo happy.. i just like the sound of high class considering, well, im not. And instead of the 6 from last year (4 have graduated leaving Deva and me) there are 10 this year, 6 of which i cant stand. im praying i dont end up in the same room as one or two of those six. i know ill end up with deva considering this year she's editor and i'm assistant editor.
i am going to have SO much fun i just know it. And the best part? it's high class fun yo
~Lo
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