I Saved Latin; What Did You Do?

I miss spring.

No, don't get all freaked out- I still love sweaters and winters and afghans and tea and crap. But I just want to wear flip flops to school, and work on my Spring/Summer 2007 wardrobe. Oh, man. That sounds conceited. But truly; I love fashion. From an aesthetic/artsy pov. After all, I AM taking sewing lessons.

As a middle school-er, I would have been very surprised to see myself as I am now, in junior year. Look at how I've changed.

How I've Changed

1. I Am Not A Hippy- I still love San Francisco, and The Beatles, but I think it's silly to classify yourself. After all, I am such a Post Modernist Hipster now.

2. I Like Rap- Here's the deal. In the weight room the guys listen to hip hop, and I like it. It's fun, it's stupid, it's catchy. F you.

3. I Don't Like Long Hair- I don't like long hair on guys. This is sort of connected to number one. I think there's only one guy with long hair that I think is attractive, and that is my husband, Jason Schwartzman. Because he can pull that off. Most guys can't.

4. I Like Clothes- I have become very focused on fashion, footwear, and handbags within the last year. I don't know why. Maybe it's because to me fashion is an extended form of self expression.

5. I Sleep- I friggin' sleep. A lot. I can sleep ten hours plus. I don't know why. I like to be awake for like twelve hours, so I can spend the rest of the day in bed, dreaming.

6. Um, I look different. Plus, I gained like fifteen pounds. I remember being like 115 lbs. and thinking I was fat. Damn.

7. Der, I got smarter- I used to be bad at math.


OK, how I've NOT changed

1. As my aunt told me the other day, I have very Italian political beliefs. Which is basically saying that I'm a fascist anarchist or something, because those bitches are crazy. Wiki their gov. I am not an anarchist though. See, everyone knows those kids who think they are anarchists and cool and junk, and I call them out every single day. I suppose what I mean is that I've always been a free thinker when it comes to socio-political ish. I just think I'm more educated now than I was in middle school.

2. David Duchovny is still hot. See, he was my first celebrity crush. And after all these years, I can still safely say that the Duch-ster is on my top five. Top three, actually. Believe it or not, I've been liking Mulder since I was eight years old because I'm awesomely awesome.

3. I still have a weird sense of humor, and I still think Being John Malkovich is a kick ass movie.


All in all, I can safely say that although I have respect for my former self, I am much more comfortable with myself NOW. I like who I am. Check it.

Hey, Folks

Well, I haven't posted in a while because I've been very occupied, and I also hate the New Google/Blogger thing. It gives me a lot of issues signing in.

I married Jason Schwartzman, and I'm going shopping Friday.

I Got My Snow Day

I got my snow day. I watched Pride and Prejudice and made four perogies.

The school got a new edition of Internet Explorer. Where are the tabs? Assholes.

Anna Nicole Smith Died

Anna Nicole Smith died, and I feel very sad for this person who had such a miserable life.

Life's a bitch.

"Aprire". PUREE??

Today I was sitting around, just being myself, when my friend asked me when I had gotten so cool.

"What are you talking about?"
"I always thought you were a bit of a nerd, but the past few weeks I've come to know the real you."
(My general reaction being WTF, I'm still the same)

it's funny how ppl think i'm a total nerd until they get to know me as the trash talkin', wise crackin'"fiery Irish biotch". With nerdish tendencies. Whatever.

Then we were talking about how the first week of school this year I got at least five comments like,

"WOW! You look so different than last year! You're attractive!"

Gee, thanks! It's good to know I'm an example of an ugly duckling story.

"Well, guys are douches," he tells me. Then, "Especially that one," pointing to the gay black Junior who shaved off his eyebrows and has a bad Jerri Curl.

"That's true, that's true.'

I've also gotten, "Wow, last year you were just like, I'm little Laura and this year you're all bom chicka bom bom."

Well, maybe I'm "bom chicka bom bom" because this year I'm not sick as Hell, and I'm not giving birth to kidney stone babies. That puts a damper on your personality.

I'm writing this facing a really hot guy in the library at school. The tension is palpable. Ok, well at least for me it is. He's so funny, and slightly fey in that weird Franz Ferdinand gay way. He's like one of the smartest guys at school.

What else can I write about? Let's think................. Nah, I can't really think of anything else. Um, I'm reading David Eggers' "You Shall Know Our Velocity!" which of course garners much attention from my illiterate peers who read, "You Shall Know Our- what??", bending their heads over to see the title.

"Our Velocity. It's about these two guys who travel the world, giving millions of dollars out to people. But it's not really that sappy."

"Oh, ok. Sounds cool."

I wrote a story yesterday in creative writing and the opening line was, "All this had happened after I lost my job, got mugged in Mexico, and buried my wife in the parking lot of the Holiday Inn." There was an odd silence and Max said, "OHH SHIT" and everyone laughed. Well, I channel weirdness in my writing. I don't write stories about boring people with boring problems. I mean, I think about the stories I've actually completely written and finished,

and they're about dysfunction, Eraserhead, and shoplifting,

as opposed to random ish that people write.

I don't think I'm a good poet, because everytime I hold the pen with the intention of writing a poem, my mind overflows with lyrics that I wish I had written, lyrics that I can't write.

"Eleanor, put your boots back on..."
"You're dreaming of the one you really love..."
"Another head hangs lowly, child is slowly taken.."
"Six months on, the winter's gone and this enchanted pony..."
"Smack my bitch up" (JK)
"There's a world outside, and I know cuz I've heard talk."

I can't live up to that. There's nothing I could possibly write or possibly say that is as good as the above aforementioned, and nothing I write could ever live up to its significance.

(Take a fifteen minute break, make some latkes, return to the blog)

In my neverending quest to find a wedding song, I ask myself: Why are the most romantic songs so sad? Take the music No Distance Left to Run. Beautiful. It's great. I want to dance to it. But it's so anti-romance.

So the real question I must answer is WHAT IS THE ULTIMATE LOVE SONG?? It must lack cliche, but musn't have dark undertones like every other song. It needs to be happy. It needs to be perfect. Why is it so hard to find??

Live Forever

Because sometimes all you want to do is scream, "You and I are gonna live forever!" at the top of your lungs and swear by Oasis. If Live Forever was remotely danceable and related to love, it'd be my wedding song.
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We lost Mock Trial today, even though I think we won. Our team was very good. We kind of kicked CBA's ass. But oh well.

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My sewing lessons ROCKED xcore! I love that kind of stuff. Truly, there's nothing I like more then just relaxing and creating things and using the sewing peddle.

Katrina and Stephen.

i'm researching the scottish isles for my next trip, and i have to tell you- while it's beautiful, it absolutely overwhelms me. And scares me at the same time. They're so weird up there, it's like a whole 'nother world. I guess you can tell this is a girl whose family is from Motherwell.

Love It's Getting Better

::Leaving This Island::

As I sit listening to the pastels i realize I really fully do miss Scotland. I want to go back AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. It's just the most beautiful country in the world. Forget Italy, forget Austria- Scotland is absolutely gorgeous.