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The epic adventure, that isn't very epic. We got up at 4 am on friday morning only to miss our flight by 3 minutes. Then we proceeded to sit around the airport for the rest of the day not knowing if we'd be able to get on a flight that day at all. Then thank goodness, we got on the last flight of the day.

Needless to say, I didn't get to my apartment until 2:40 am but I'm home! yaaaaaay. lol

Had christmas with my dad, grandmother and aunt and today I'm going to sit around, go to Starbucks to see when I'm working and run to target for some errands. It will be a good day. lol

So I'm off.

Shopping

Okay, last post of the day I swear.

So David and I ventured out on our own to the mall today. I used my Lane Bryant money. So! The report!

New: Jeans, Green Shirt, Two pairs of earrings, and four bras.

Now! As we were meandering through the mall, we walked by Express and Express for Men. I don't know if anyone's noticed, but all the mannequins at Express have been attacked by Sylar. lol See below.





We're heading home on friday, and I'm definetly ready to be there. I dunno what it was about today, but there was another incident with my grandmother and all I could do was run upstairs and cry. lol Pretty good indicator that I'm ready to be home. Ah well. Soon enough.

Night everyone

Grandmothers say the Darndest things

Alright. Adding to the small, but ever-growing, list of mean things that my grandmothers have said to me.

Old: Grandmother Galliher- "Laura, you just wait for the right man. Not like your mother."
Oma (mom's mom)- *While patting my stomach* "You don't need cookies, DO you?"

New! Oma- *Patting my leg after a discussion about the icy roads we were on* "But I have you for traction, so we'll be alright."

Yes... She actually said it....

I EFFING LOVE MY FAMILY!!! :D ....not XP.

Christmas!: "The Loot" edition

So! It's about 4 o'clock Colorado time, Christmas Day. The stockings have been unloaded, the presents have been unwrapped and the turkey has been devoured. (Turkey's must hate the holidays. No break for them. If it's not thanksgiving, it's christmas.)

So here's the loot I've gotten so far:

The second (and final) book of the comic "Sorcerer's and Secretaries"
Money from Aunt Susan and Uncle Kent
The Tony Bennett Duets cd
A cd of Tony Bennett and KD Lang singing duets
Money from Aunt Marian and Uncle Rob
$150 gift card for Lane Bryant

and a fuzzy bright salmon pink sweater...

I shit you not. I now own a salmon pink sweater. It's pretty much as hideous as it sounds. But unfortunately it's from the grandparents, so I'm wearing it for today. I also didn't pack many clothes, and I like wearing something that I haven't worn already.

I still have christmas with Dad and that side of the family. (Read: My other grandmother and maybe my Aunt Carrie.)

On the To Do List:

~Get to the arcade and play a few rounds of DDR
~Use my awesome Lane Bryant money
~Sit in Starbucks (because I shockingly miss it. lol)
~Buy Jon that remote control dump truck (Just kidding, Jon. .... or AM I?! *insert sneaky face here*)
~Enjoy my little cousins before they leave tomorrow, because honestly? They're pretty much awesome.

Christmas time

Greetings from Boulder Colorado! Everyone's out shopping and being generally busy, so I figured now'd be a good time to get on.

So, we got here on Friday. Then immediately went shopping, which was my own decision. Saturday consisted of hanging out around the condo, wrapping presents and taking my little cousin Kylie sledding. That was a lot of fun, actually. Kylie's pretty much adorable.

Today, I really want to get out, but I can't because we don't have a freaking car. It's driving me crazy. I hate having to rely on people for rides, especially my grandparents. Because as much as I love them, I just want to get away from family for a while. And right now I feel really disconnected and I'm developing a bad case of cabin fever. I'd ask Pau Pau if I could just take his car, but of COURSE seeing as how I've only been here almost every year of my life, I have No IDEA how to get anywhere. (Insert sarcasm here)

And there just isn't anything to do. I've read my books. I don't really want to veg out and watch movies (although I probably will pop in the home movies a little later). That pretty much leaves sleep and staring blankly out the window. blah.

Tonight will be a nice reprieve. We're going out for dinner for Mom's birthday, and then afterwards we're having cake at my aunt Susan's house. So maybe that will help.

On a side note, I miss home. It's nice to not be working. And it's nice to be in Colorado, but I miss the familiarity of home right now. And I don't know why. I think that's part of the reason I'm kind of down today. Meh... What I wouldn't give for some rp about now. lol

Alright. Enough whining. On the positive note, it's gorgeous outside today. Bright bright blue skies with fluffy white clouds and the Rockies. It's even a little warm (for december in colorado lol). Maybe I will ask PauPau if I can borrow his car...

Alright then. I'm off. Happy Christmas everyone, in case you don't get a phone call.

Dream log Stardate 12-15

lol So apparently, I'm really iching to get back to school. Whenever I start getting that way, I start dreaming about going back to Cottey, which is the first college I went to after I graduated.

Now, for the one person who might read this that DOESN'T know about Cottey. (Don't think I've talked about it...) It's a two-year, all girls college, in the middle of Bumfuck Missouri. Oh! I have talked about this. lol So yeah, there ya go.

In my dream last night, I was back at Cottey. Except there were guys there, and actually my roommate was someone that I was friends with from my New Media classes.

I'm honestly still pretty worried about school... What if it's just not something I'm good at? I'm obviously going to have to make myself do the work... but luckily I won't have Starbucks taking over my time and worrying about money, really. Ugh, I don't know. There are times when I'm not even sure this is what I want to do, but I'm so TIRED of not having a degree that I just want to get the fucking thing. lol

Blah blah blah. Now, I'm going to look out at the snow which is very pretty and hope that it's not too bad when the boys come to do shopping with me.

Oh Man

Do you ever feel like this? lol This is how I feel after a particularly bad day at Starbucks... Or after a shitty day in general. Or when I think about my ex. lol

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Ugh.

Just woke up after another opening. Man... I seriously woke up and I kind of looked out the window and just thought, "Huh.. it must be early still. Haven't Lou start the shower yet."

....Yeah that's one thing I hate about opening. lol I always end up sleeping and it's always really disorienting. And I always have the wierder dreams during siesta time.

So dream talk:

Everyone was telling me "Oh man. We don't know if Lou and your brother (david) are going to make it..." And I'm freaking out, because I have no idea what's happened. So I call Lou and she tells me that they've been in a car accident, but she's going to be fine. whew... So for some reason I'm going out with friends to a japanese resteraunt called "Midori" and people from high school are there and being assholes. And there's this girl, Heather, that's near by and she's just talking really loudly and being rude. So I'm like... covering her mouth and trying to get her to be quiet. And she just LICKS my Hand! How mature. lol But that just pisses me off so I start just... trying to hurt her. And all she does is laugh. And I just freak out and collapse on the floor and cry, because apparently I'm still worried about Lou and David. Then this guy comes up and kneels next to me and says, "I need to talk to you about your brother's dead children." But all I here really is "Your brother's dead." and I flip out even more until he explains. In which I calm down immediately and say "Oh my brothers don't have kids. They haven't even dated anyone." lol Next thing I know I'm at a table with another couple and David James Elliott from JAG fame. Look him up. He's preeeeetty. So I got to hold hands and cuddle with him. (insert only good part of the dream. lol)

Then somehow, I'm barefoot in Chicago, shoplifting from a really nice store. And I get back out to my car and I'm trying to start it, when this girl gets in. I just stare at her and say, "Um... this is the wrong car.. " She just waves her hand and says, "Oh I know. I'm trying to find reception. " Like it'd be in my car. lol "Actually could you do me a favor? Could you e-mail me a list of places to go in Key West? My names Becca. You can use my phone, since I have another one." Giggle, hair-toss, and hands me a lime green phone. I just look at the phone and go ".... Okay..."

And then I wake up and think that it's Thursday! Woooo... busy day. lol

Anyway, that's all for now. Gotta start the calls for the weekly meeting of the Galliher Clan.

What a day!

So today had the set-up to be a really bad day. I had to open, which meant a 4:30 alarm, after maybe two and a half hours of sleep. It's been wet and gloomy all day. It's Tuesday. lol Usually these days are crappy.

But man, did my customers come through today! First off, these two folks that come in around 6:30 every morning (whom I adore. The guy's kinda grumpy but funny, and the lady is just the sweetest person you could ever meet.) gave David and I $5 each as a tip/christmas present. lol And hey, after really bad tips last week ($.84/hour) any money is awesome. Then, a couple weeks ago I was talking about how I didn't have a very good ice scraper for my car. So this morning, Rose (who is also amazingly sweet. She always has a smile and a word of encouragement for everyone.) gave me an ice scraper! Alissa, who is a riot, gave us a christmas card, which was awesome, because we love her and it's nice that she thought of us. And last but DEFINETLY not least, "5-shot venti americano" Steve (lol that's how I had to describe him to people afterwards) gave the entire store $100 to split between us all as an early christmas present! I freaked out so hard. lol

The three other people I was working with definetly helped. Opening with David is always nice, because we know each other's routine in the morning. lol We call ourselves Peanut Butter and Jelly. Then Shadday came in at 7, and I just effing love her. We spend most of our time laughing when we work together. And then Shawn, who is a newer shift at the store, is so fun to harrass, because he gives it right back.

So by the end of my shift, I'm getting slap-happy and delirious. And some how the conversation between Shadday and I turns to a discussion of dirty homeless kids (aka street urchins) and how they'd stick people up for cheese. "Hey man. You got STRING cheese?" "I wants me some Kraft Singles! A single's worth two Blow pops now. Man I could really use me some Blow."

lol It was a good end to the day. SO! For anyone who reads this, PASS THE CHEER! Execute a random act of kindness and make someone's would-be crappy day better!

Dreams

I've been known to have some pretty epicly (which is now a word, gosh darnit) weird dreams. Like when I was five or so, I had a nightmare that I was on a giant pool table and two knights were jousting on it. I, of course being stuck in the middle, got trampled. Nice.

Growing up, I pretty much died in my dreams every night. Also nice. lol Fast forward quite a few years, and we get to the dream where I was being stalked by four ninjas in samurai outfits. Only each Samurinja's armor was one solid color. Red, Blue, Green, and Yellow. Bright bright colors, so of course I could always see them. Now, in the retelling, that's pretty amusing. But when I was dreaming it, I was scared shitless. Running around trying to escape, when I run into my house and everyone's waiting for me throwing a baby shower because APPARENTLY, I'm having a baby AND being stalked by the Primary Color Samurinja Clan.

Now lately, my dreams have either been about work people or skit people. Definetly had a dream that my co-worker Kenny and I were getting married, only Kenny was the one in the wedding dress. lol Then I had a dream that I was getting ready for work and was trying to take a bath before I went. And one of the high school girls I work with was in the bathroom too and apparently she was trying to become a lawyer. That dream is all a little disjointed in my head, but I do remember standing in an over-flowing fountain in the lobby of some building, probably trying to take that bath still. lol And then I couldn't finish it because I had to go to work, which was when my alarm went off. Then there was the dream that I was organizing a big birthday party for Kenny (again with Kenny. lol He wonders why I dream about him so much) and everyone from work showed up except him, and when I gave him crap about it later he was all, "Oh yeah.. uh.. sorry about that. I had a thing.. I forgot. and blah blah blah.."

The skit dreams have actually been ridiculously in character lately too. When the rp was between three of us, I'd have these wierd dreams where characters were switched around and not acting right. But, like the night before last, I had a dream involving a married couple, Beau and Nora. Now, a little backstory, Nora is claustrophobic with a VERY intense fear of elevators. She got stuck in one alone when she was little. She also has the elemental power of light. Beau, her husband, can control electricity. This couple met when Beau was a Junior in high school, and Nora was a sophomore and they basically fell in love instantly. They got married almost as soon as Nora turned 18 and have lived extremely happily ever since.

Now! That's a lot of build-up for a dream, and only Lou would really get the humor. But said couple step into an elevator and it promptly breaks and drops. So Nora's freaking out, and Beau's trying to get them out. So he whips out the powers and tells her to push a button. And when it gets to the floor she pushed, the door's open to a floor being quickly flooded with water ala "Titanic". lol And it's like, every floor they go to takes them to a completely different place. So Nora, who is a little clueless, goes out to explore one of the places just all "Ooo this is interesting!" While Beau's looking around like "Oh this isn't gonna be good..."

So yeah... Not as amusing or interesting for anyone who doesn't know Nora and Beau. NOW! I'm going to end my story time, with my most recent scariest dream ever. Some may laugh and that's fine, but this scared the living crap out of me and when I think about it, it still gives me the willies (Whatever those are).

I was working at a quaint little Bed and Breakfast in the English countryside, which was apparently owned by Angela Lansbury. Now, there had been a murder on the property during the night and instead of calling the cops, Angela's all "The body's down by the lake. Get rid of it, before it upsets the guests. Here take this with you, in case you need anything." And she hands me a walky talky that has a really thick and stiff cord attatched. I think it's ridiculous but I take it anyway and head out into the fog and around the side of the building, which is pretty much all window. So I can see Angela in her office and she can see me, so I talk into the walky, "There's no way this is going to reach all the way." And then the cord promptly rips out of the bottom of the walky and whips back into the room. And there was nothing slo-mo about it, when it just whips into her and kills her. So great. I've just killed Angela Lansbury and I'm just standing there, frozen because it'd all gone by so quickly. Then, as I'm just standing there all "OH SHIT!" She effing POPS BACK UP, completely stiffly and unnaturally and she just stares back at me with red eyes. Then she kind of shambles along the window on the inside towards me, and I'm freaking out and unable to move. Then she just reaches through the window, her hand and arm passing right through the glass, and strangles me.

... Blugh (Insert SIDS :sudden icky dance syndrome: and goosebumps) Seriously effing scary dream....

So, that's the end of story time for now. Sweet dreams everyone. Don't let Angela Lansbury come and kill you through a window!

Oh look! Something shiny!

So! Today we went grocery shopping!

lol the end.


Just kidding. Well, not about the shopping... anyway. Pretty much all I've got going on right now, besides work, is the skit. And it feels weird to talk about that here. So blah. Not a lot to talk about. That's pretty lame. Still working out the kinks of my mother's birthday present.... ... Yup, that's all.

The end really this time.

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

What is it about being an adult that both ruins and enhances vacations? I don't know. All I do know is that I'm going to Colorado for a week and on one hand, I'm stoked that I'll have a week free of green aprons and the dreaded espresso machine. And on the other I'm worried, because that's a week of no income. Blaaaaaah. Hopefully I'll be getting money mostly for Christmas. That will help supplement a little.

It doesn't feel like 21 days until Christmas. It feels like it should still be October, or something.

On a completely unrelated and slightly psychotic sounding note. Today, I just got the strongest feeling that the life I'm living just isn't mine. I have a lot of these "Out of place" experiences. More and more in the past year. When I tell people that, they usually look at me like I'm crazy, but what can ya do? Maybe it's just discontentment with where I am in life right now. But, it's almost like I know I should be doing something else. I just don't know what that something else is.

lol Okay, so I'm unhappy with my lot in life right now. Let's chalk it up to that.

Shut up, crazy lady, and move on.

Well, I'm actually considering making a demo reel of some voice acting and singing. Colin brought it up once, and as always it struck a chord.

So cross your fingers all two people who will read this.

Now I'm off. Cheers.

Lalala

So, there's a little college town about 45 minutes north of me that has a community choir. I've participated a few times, but I never completely enjoy it. A lot of that is because it's a 45 minute drive.... alone with my mother. lol I love my mom, but whenever we're alone together the conversation is usually kind of depressing. Talking about my dad, talking about how I could be doing so much more with my life. Meh.

Another negative on the scale for community choir is one that I'm not particularly proud of, but when it comes to singing, I tend to be a bit of a snob. It's like... I want to be in a group that is the best. That sounds awesome. I want to be working with professionals. lol Rehearsals tended to get monotonous for me. And there really isn't anyone my age, since it's mostly older members of the community. I guess there are a few glee club guys from Wabash, but they're all buddies and don't really talk to me.

But, on the positive side, I'd be in a structured singing group again. I really miss that. I miss singing for a purpose... Honestly, I just really miss singing. It's something that really brings a lot of joy to my life. And the fact that people are shocked when they find out I can sing, bothers me. I love singing. I love music... and since I gave that part of myself up, I've felt a palpable loss. It's hard to explain. ...It'd be like Lou waking up one morning and the ability to draw just vanishing. Or like... I don't even know what. lol I don't know anyone else with talents that could equate to how I feel.

Since middle school, when I first started singing and getting recognition for it. singing has been a major part of my identity. And not having that in my life, has thrown off my identity a little... or a lot.

It's amazing how one small thing can have that much affect on a person.

Oh well. Off now. It's going to be an easy week this week, which is a blessing and a curse. A blessing because I'm sick, but a curse because I really need the hours.

Update? sure

So. I quit the second job. For a number of reasons, but the deciding factor was the fact that I was mentally breaking down.

So back to Bux only for me. Keep our fingers crossed, that this works out.

Yesterday, a bunch of us went to a former baristas wedding. It was a lovely ceremony. Very intimate and short. lol Anyway, we had about an hour to kill between the ceremony and the cocktail hour before the reception. So what do we do? We go to a bar. lol So between the cigar bar and the cocktail hour, two of our guys were pretty much drunk. Oh! Add a flask of Crown to the mix... Now, I won't lie. I had quite a bit myself, but I'm not a rowdy crazy drunk like our two guys. Anyway, despite the fact that we were the last table to go and therefore didn't really get any food, it was a nice reception. We all danced, which was fun. In general, I came to realize that my coworkers are a lot of fun to hang out with.

And now, I'm nursing a really sore throat and hoping that it isn't me getting sick...

So that's all folks.

Emo Warning!

Emo happens. I basically didn't leave the apartment all day today, which is my own fault and super lame. But I didn't really have anywhere to go, and definetly no one to hang out with. It's becoming apparent how much of a loser I am, recently. That sounds like I'm feeling sorry for myself, and I guess I am, but I only have ONE friend. One person who will be there if I need them. One person I can laugh and be stupid and myself with. And, yeah, that kind of sucks.

Self-image checkpoint: (This isn't me trying to get sympathy. This is truly how I see myself)

We don't even have to get into the physical part.

I'm annoying. I'm boring. I'm not intelligent. I don't have any worthwhile or creative ideas in my head. I don't bring anything to a conversation besides noise. I don't have any deep thoughts. I don't have any insights. I have nothing to say that could be considered thought-provoking. I feel like I try to be funny and fail. I feel like people feel sorry for me, and are nice to me on charity. I feel like an outsider and a satellite.


How do you change things like that? How do you change those thoughts? I mean, I hate how I look, but all that takes is diet and excercise. And patience to do all the cosmetic things girls do. But those thoughts? I could be a size zero and still feel the same way, because the outside isn't the inside. And I feel like I'm surrounded by people who have so much more to offer to a conversation than I do. I don't want to be one of those people who as soon as I've left, everyone goes "What the fuck was that?"

It's getting close to winter, which of course means seasonal depression time. I'm so looking forward to that. And with already feeling like this on top of it? ... I just don't know how to deal with all these emotions. I don't know how to get through everything, when I feel like it's all hopeless. I feel worthless and I don't know how to fix it. And I hate that this is going to fall on that one friend's shoulders. It's a lot to carry, and she's got enough to worry about on her own... But I'm not the kind of person that can go on alone and beat the odds and fuck the world. I need support. I need people who love me, and whom I love, surrounding me. And right now, I don't even feel like I have my family.

My family's never been one where we're all there for each other, no matter what. I wish it was, because that would make all of this better...

I don't know. We'll see how this week goes, I guess. For now. I apologize, Lou, for bringing the emo home.

TRIGGER!!

Okay! Holy shit you guys! So, just got back from the concert which, after the abysmal opening act, was FUCKING AWESOME! (Lou, almost typed AESOM. I shit you not) Anyone who can, you all need to go see OkGo live in concert because they are phenomenal performers.

Now, to explain the title of this blog. Lou and I are in the process of making a comic. To prepare for this, we role play and act out the stories before hand. Why? Well because one, it helps get genuine reactions to situations. And two? It's just a lot of fun. Anyway. There are multiple bands in this comic, one of which we based off of OkGo. So seeing them live was so great for the comic. Damien (the lead singer) acts almost exactly the way Jude (the comic lead singer) would in the comic.

After all of the extremely loud music, the four of us decided that going someplace for a quiet drink would be nice. So we went to this pub that we like only to find that there was a band playing there. And we got seated right next to it. lol Luckily they were cool about moving us and we ended up spending the next hour drinking and laughing our asses off. Jon was a funny guy and Kelly was just awesome. It was cool because she turned out to be someone that I'd be friends with if I'd just met her somewhere myself.

Now, I'm going to scrape off the make-up and chill. I've got nowhere to be tomorrow, so I can just sleep in and enjoy. You know I was in my pajamas five minutes after I walked in the door. lol

Finally!!

Getting out of the house! lol Lou and I are meeting up with one of her classmates (Jon) and his wife to go see OkGo at Butler University. I like the band a lot, but mostly I'm just stoked to have a reason to dress up and go out. lol

And as for dressing up, I feel very pretty. Haven't done make-up with this new hairstyle yet, and I think it looks great. Maybe there will be cute boys at this concert. lol

So, I'll post more this weekend and tell about the night. Maybe I'll be able to steal some pictures from Lou's camera.

TTFN! (always wanted to say that. Ta-ta for now. lol))

Faaaail

Alright alright. So I fail at updating every day, but to be honest I don't really have much to say. I'm coming up on my 6 month review at Starbucks, which should go well, unless I've done something monsterous without realizing. 6 month review means a bonus and possible a raise, so keep your fingers crossed, everyone.

I'm already sick of the second job that won't be named. And I mean sick in all meanings of the word. Since I started, I've thrown up and had a pretty constant low-grade fever. How awesomely stupid is that? Blah.

In happier news! The group OkGo is coming to concert this friday. So Lou and I and one of Lou's classmates are going to go. Then coming up after that is one of my former Starbucks co-workers wedding. So that's life for me. Went shopping with Lou all day yesterday, basically trailing after her on her quest for jeans and brown dress shoes. Did laundry and watched an excessive amount of movies today. And then who knows what I'll do tomorrow. Get my tips and sleep, I guess.

So here are my closing thoughts. And I hope everyone has a good week.


From a fortune cookie: "The axe soon forgets, but the tree always remembers."

From the movie "The Holiday":
"I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade."

To Do List, Updated!

Something Lou brought up and I totally agree with.

To do!

Dance with and/or marry Maksim Chmerkovsky. He's one of the proffesional dancers on Dancing with the Stars and OH MY GOD SO HOT! lol

Night all

Well then

I'm trying to post everyday, but there are just going to be days when I don't have anything to say...

This is kind of one of those days, I guess.

It was "Boss Appreciation Day" today. So we had a lot of people coming in and buying gift cards for their bosses. So towards the end of my shift, I was talking about this with Holly, my fellow barista, and a customer who is actually a barista at another store. And we've come to the decision that there should be a National Barista Appreciation Day. It made us laugh, but thinking about it, I think it's a good idea. I mean, there are so many people who depend on their cup of coffee or their Quad Venti Non-fat Extra Hot White Mocha with Light Whip, just to get their day started alright.

And just to show how tired I am, I've totally lost interest in that previous thought. lol I worked both jobs today. So was pretty much on my feet from 5 am to 5 pm. Wooo! Such fun. So now, I'm done typing.

Day Two

First some bitching and moaning, then some inspiration. lol

Alright, first off. When it's 5:00 in the morning, do you really think that your opening barista wants a shit ton of work to do? Especially when it takes the half an hour they get before opening just to get the normal stuff done?

The answer is ABSOLUTELY NO! And I was really surprised this morning when I had every single frappuccino base to make, on top of setting up the pastry case, brewing coffee (hot and iced), making tea, setting up the bar, etc. etc. etc. On top of THAT I was working with a new shift manager who doesn't really know the routine we openers have at my store, so I ended up doing the majority of the opening tasks myself.

So okay, for a monday morning? That kind of sucked. Luckily it turned out to be a pretty slow day, and a short one for me anyway.

Now moving on! This weekend I went to a family reunion. Blah blah blah, lots of old people I didn't know and feeling awkward. AFTER that, David, Lou and I went met up to go see "Across the Universe". Which is a new musical out, using only Beatles songs. It was pretty brilliant, and I had to go out and buy the soundtrack the next day. So! If anyone reads this, go see "Across the Universe"! It's an interesting movie, and definetly enjoyable if you like the Beatles.

Now, for the Inspiration part. I got this little speech from a customer. He'd gone in to speak to his daughter's econ club, and gave us the speech after he'd finished. And I really liked it, so I'm going to share with all two people who will probably read this.


Imagine there is a bank account that credits your account each morning with $86,400. It carries over no balance from day to day.
Every evening the bank deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course?
Each of us has such a bank. It's name is TIME.
Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds.
Every night it writes off as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to a good purpose.
It carries over no balance. It allows no over draft. Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the remains of the day.
If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. There is no drawing against "tomorrow."
You must live in the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness and success!
The clock is running! Make the most of today.

To realise the value of ONE YEAR, ask a student who failed a grade.

To realise the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.

To realise the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.

To realise the value of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.

To realise the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who just missed a train.

To realise the value of ONE SECOND, ask someone who just avoided an accident.

To realise the value of ONE MILLISECOND, ask the person who won a silver medal at the Olympics.

Treasure every moment that you have. And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time with. And remember time waits for no one.

Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it's called the present.

Oh Look! A Bandwagon!

Let's JUMP on it!

I got tired of my livejournal. So here I am at Blogger.

*SPARKLES!* INTRO POST TIME! *SPARKLES!*

My name is Laura. I'm 22 and a cancer and I'm pretty sure I like long walks on the beach. I haven't done that in a very long time, so who knows. I might hate it now.

If the title of my blog doesn't clue you in, I'm also one of the many (but still proud) baristas at Starbucks. Despite the crappy hours and the plastered on grin and the "How ARE you this lovely 5:45 in the morning?!", I do enjoy my job. I'm lucky to have a lot of really awesome regular customers at my store.

When I'm not at Starbucks (or my second job which is retarded and not even worth talking about here), I'm trying to gear up to head back to college. College and I have had a pretty turbulent on again/off again relationship since I graduated from high school in 2003. It just takes and takes and takes, and doesn't give me much in return but promises that it'll be worth it in the end. So this last time around I found myself with no money, failing grades and a somewhat irate roommate.

So, I'm taking time off until my roommate (who will be henceforth known as "Lou") and I's lease runs out in May. Then it's back to my mother's house and back into a committed relationship with College.

What promises does college hold for me, you may ask? Well I'm gonna tell ya! A bachelor's of science in Informatics! "What the hell does THAT mean, Laura the barista?!" I hear you all cry in frustrated curiosity. Well, kids. Let Auntie Laura the Barista tell you. It means all sorts of things! But specifically for me, it means that maybe, if I'm lucky and work really hard, I'll someday get to work in the movies and make sound effects.

Sarcasm aside, that is really want I want to do "when I grow up". Foley would be fun, but I'd also like to be the one that designs new sounds. Here's the example I always use. In the movie "Lord of the Rings" they had a large amount of fantastical creatures such as cave trolls and goblins and the like. Now Cave Trolls and Goblins don't really exist. Or if they do, they weren't cooperative enough to come out and be shot at and killed so they could get realistic sounds for the movie. So what do they do? For a wounded and dying Cave Troll, they took the sound of a walrus roar and a couple other sounds and they mixed them together on the computer. Lo and Behold! We have that wonderfully tragic sound you hear in the theatres while you're shoveling popcorn. THAT is what I want to do.

A lot of people ask me if that is what I've always wanted to do. The answer is Immediately no. Through the last part of middle school and all of high school, I wanted to be a singer. So now you know. I am a singer. I'm trained in classical and opera, which I do enjoy, but I also love jazz and broadway. At the end of this post, I'm going to be writing a list of things I want to do and learn in my life, but that's for later. Anyway, straight out of high school I went to college with a major of Performing Arts. I'm a good singer. Hell, I'm a GREAT singer. And for those who know me, you know it's taken me a long time to get to the point where I can admit that. But being a performance major, was and IS not for me. I don't think you will EVER meet a group of more blood-thirsty individuals, pageant contestant's excluded. In general, I'm a pretty chill lady. I like hearing other people sing. I enjoy collaborations. I don't think that my voice is God's gift to the world, nor do I think that I'm better than everyone else. And in that degree, you have to think that way. So, I dropped out of that school and came home to make some money. After a year or so, Lou clued me in on a track of her major and I got hooked. So here I am.

The making money part of my life, hasn't been a success obviously. And like I said before, college and I are on tenuous terms most of the time. But here's hoping.

So for now, I've got work and work and more work.

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I'm tired. I'm stressed. And I want a FUCKING break. There. I said it. You'd be shocked at how much scraping pennies can ruin your life. Living paycheck by paycheck is the worst. It hurts me. It hurts my roommate. And it hurts my family.

And mostly, I just wish I had someone I could let that all out to. I can get through all the crap that's coming for the next seven months. I know I can. But god dammit, it's going to suck. And I'm going to want and need to bitch and moan about it. But everytime I do, it seems like EVERYONE is telling me to get over it and stop whining. "Things could be so much worse, Laura! Stop complaining and have a positive outlook on life."

This is the wrong thing to say, people. Why? Because then I want to slap you and tell you to go fuck yourself. You wanna know why? Because the people who say that, are people who are much better off than me and think they're being "helpful".

I'm lucky in one fashion because I at least have one escape. Lou and I are "working on a comic". I put that in quotes because it hasn't actually happened yet, and there's really no sign of it happening anytime in the next few months. But in order to get ready for the time that it actually happens, we act all of our stories out. Roleplaying. So I get to be all these different characters who are MUCH better off than I am, and therefore happier. It's nice to pretend to be someone who is prettier, smarter, and just generally better off.

So, I'm tired and stressed. Mostly tired right now. And just itching to run away. To go somewhere new and start a new life. But, I've got more than a few things tying me down here, so that will have to wait until graduation in a few billion years.

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And now! My list of things I want to do and learn before I die:

-Play the violin
-Play the tin whistle
-Learn to Step dance, ballroom dance, tap dance and pretty much any other dance out there.
-Weigh 170 lbs.
-Learn to cook really really well
-Learn French, Japanese, and Italian.
-Own an Aston Martin
-Spend time in Ireland
-Live in Scotland and/or England
-Release an album
-Sing on Broadway/West End
-Be a voice actress in a Miyazaki film
-Fall in love, get married, and have kids