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Name: Laurel
Country: United States
State: Oklahoma
Birthday: 3/21/1982
Gender: Female
Interests: coneys,outside,trees,friends,family,fresh air!
Expertise: running,writing,drawing,
Message: message me
Member Since:
12/21/2004
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| So tonight I am pulling an all nighter to get an assignment done. Starting at 4 I have been working and working and working. At 7, I provided myself with a short outing. I walked across campus and ate some food. On returning to my dungeon of doom (where I am currently seated at this very moment!) I decided to get some coffee from Crossroads. As people are watching, I take 7 little containers of half and half, and empty them into my coffee. As I am executing this action, I feel as if I am dumping the entire contents of a cow inside my coffee cup. At last! After all little half and half containers have been effectively poured into my coffee, I was ready to put on the lid to keep my beverage hot. So overzealous was I in my putting on of the lid, that I actually ended up crushing my coffee cup. So, here I was with a crushed coffee cup, my coffee pouring out on the table in front of me, and all those little milks from the cow WASTED. It was amazing. I felt like I was in a movie. So awkward was I--I and my coffee cup. My coffee cup and the coffee inside. The coffee and the containers of millk in it. People were watching me. I know they were laughing even if they didn't show it. I bet all those cows I got done milking into my coffee were laughing too. | | |
| Dark rooms, dirty, lots of computers. This is what I am familiar with--day after day I am surrounded by the inside, while I would rather be outside. School has taken over my life. It is holding me hostage right now-the hostage nots says- "you will only get her back after she graduates." Oh how sad. School school school. | | |
| Okay, so of my xanga readers ( I say that like I have a lot, but I don't) suggested that I post an entry again. Gotta stay loyal. On Tuesday, I was driving down the street and I encountered an old man slumped over his car. Actually, he had driven his car over the curb and crashed into a bit of shrubbery. Needless to say, the car was stuck, and so was the old man. So, of course, I had to go see if everything was okay. I helped the old man get himself out of his car, and that in itself was pretty awkward. Somehow, I don't know exactly how, but in the process of the old man running his car up on the curb and trying to slide out of his car, his pants ended up around his ankles. Yes, that's right. So here I am, helping an old man out of his car with his pants at his knees as cars are driving by on the road. It was weird. What could I do? It's not like I could help him. I was afraid. Poor old man was very out of sorts, and he couldn't speak clearly or coherently. I did find out his name though.....Seymour Phillips. Seymour-I've been thinking about ya! Are you a Xanga viewer? We could chat sometime. | | |
| Hello. Today was a beautiful day, hey hey. So, anyway, I was walking on Campus Corner on my way to Pita Pit. There was this man sitting outside, and he greeted me. He asked me how I was doing. THEN, he introduced himself. He said, "Hello, I'm Charming Chuck." I said why, yes you are, and then kept going. Now, if I were to introduce myself in this way, what I would say? I have spent all day thinking about it. I would say, I am Lucky Laurel, or Lollygagging Laurel. How would YOU introduce yourself??? | | |
| Well, a good friend confronted me about my neglect of Xanga. Gosh, what a great place I live in to have friends hold me accountable to the things in life that really matter. To all Xanga viewers who actually read my posts--I apologize, However, I do think that there are only 3 of you.
This weekend, I got to experience something entirely new and different. I got to experience the world of pageantry. You might be asking yourself, "What is pageantry?" And that my friend, is what I will tell you. The dictionary describes a pageant as "an elaborate public dramatic presentation, or a spectacular procession and celebration." You know, I agree, My own experience with this new thing was definitely spectacular-- elaborate-- dramatic.
The best part was the talent competition. One girl did a sign language interpretation. My personal favorite was a girl who did a self defense dance. Did you know that self defense dances were defined as a talent, or better yet, that self defense could be PERFORMED?? I didn't. Man, you learn something a little new everyday.
I am in extreme disappointment that it didn't snow today. Those lying weathermen- always full of false hopes and empty promises. At least Santa Claus delivers--presents that is. | | |
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