Hi everyone!
I just wanted to let you know that I've started a second blog called "Julia's Child?" in reference to the cook Julia Child. Don't get the reference? Don't worry you will in about ten seconds or as long as it takes you to read the next sentence or two depending on what I write. (man, I'm spazzy right now!) Okay, back to what I was saying. I've started this other blog as the basis for my AP English I-search project. The topic is: TEACHING MYSELF HOW TO COOK!
Do you get it now? NO? Well, how about this, it's a pun using my cooking idols name: could I be her child prodigy in cooking?
Well, that's what I plan to find out! If you like this blog, PLEASE check out Julia's Child? I need feed back for a grade!! Thanks all!
Lauren
PS ~ This also means I'm going to be on Blogger(well, not this blog specifically) a lot more often, FOR A GRADE! How cool is that? I love AP English, even though it is aging me ten years every week...)
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
The Ballad of Love and Hate
Love writes a letter and sends it to hate.
My vacations ending. I'm coming home late.
The weather was fine and the ocean was great
and I can't wait to see you again.
Hate reads the letter and throws it away.
"No one here cares if you go or you stay.
I barely even noticed that you were away.
I'll see you or I won't, whatever."
Love sings a song as she sails through the sky.
The water looks bluer through her pretty eyes.
And everyone knows it whenever she flies,
and also when she comes down.
Hate keeps his head up and walks through the street.
Every stranger and drifter he greets.
And shakes hands with every loner he meets
with a serious look on his face.
Love arrives safely with suitcase in tow.
Carrying with her the good things we know.
A reason to live and a reason to grow.
To trust. To hope. To care.
Hate sits alone on the hood of his car.
Without much regard to the moon or the stars.
Lazily killing the last of a jar
of the strongest stuff you can drink.
Love takes a taxi, a young man drives.
As soon as he sees her, hope fills his eyes.
But tears follow after, at the end of the ride,
cause he might never see her again.
Hate gets home lucky to still be alive.
He screams o'er the sidewalk and into the drive.
The clock in the kitchen says 2:55,
And the clock in the kitchen is slow.
Love has been waiting, patient and kind.
My vacations ending. I'm coming home late.
The weather was fine and the ocean was great
and I can't wait to see you again.
Hate reads the letter and throws it away.
"No one here cares if you go or you stay.
I barely even noticed that you were away.
I'll see you or I won't, whatever."
Love sings a song as she sails through the sky.
The water looks bluer through her pretty eyes.
And everyone knows it whenever she flies,
and also when she comes down.
Hate keeps his head up and walks through the street.
Every stranger and drifter he greets.
And shakes hands with every loner he meets
with a serious look on his face.
Love arrives safely with suitcase in tow.
Carrying with her the good things we know.
A reason to live and a reason to grow.
To trust. To hope. To care.
Hate sits alone on the hood of his car.
Without much regard to the moon or the stars.
Lazily killing the last of a jar
of the strongest stuff you can drink.
Love takes a taxi, a young man drives.
As soon as he sees her, hope fills his eyes.
But tears follow after, at the end of the ride,
cause he might never see her again.
Hate gets home lucky to still be alive.
He screams o'er the sidewalk and into the drive.
The clock in the kitchen says 2:55,
And the clock in the kitchen is slow.
Love has been waiting, patient and kind.
Just wanting a phone call or some kind of sign,
That the one that she cares for, who's out of his mind,
Will make it back safe to her arms.
Hate stumbles forward and leans in the door.
Weary head hung, eyes to the floor.
He says "Love, I'm sorry", and she says, "What for?
I'm your and that's it, Whatever.
I should not have been gone for so long.
I'm your's and that's it, forever."
Will make it back safe to her arms.
Hate stumbles forward and leans in the door.
Weary head hung, eyes to the floor.
He says "Love, I'm sorry", and she says, "What for?
I'm your and that's it, Whatever.
I should not have been gone for so long.
I'm your's and that's it, forever."
You're mine and that's it, forever.
What perfect harmony, don't you agree? I love the Avett Brothers, go look them up and I promise, you will not regret it.
Lyrics courtesy of Cowboylyrics.com
The craziness is rendering me incapable of doing anything un-school related, hence this break in posting, and believe me, it is not for lack of ideas, merely lack of my precious time.
Until the next unknown five minute breather,
Lauren
PS ~ I'm going to BGSU! :D I love it there, I can't wait until next year.
The craziness is rendering me incapable of doing anything un-school related, hence this break in posting, and believe me, it is not for lack of ideas, merely lack of my precious time.
Until the next unknown five minute breather,
Lauren
PS ~ I'm going to BGSU! :D I love it there, I can't wait until next year.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Some of my Frantic Antics
Can anyone tell me who came up with the seven day schedule? Because I plan to find them and/or all their descendants and kick their ignorant, simpleminded butts for causing me this unbearable stress! If only he (because only a man could do this) had the foresight to add an extra day or two, then I wouldn't be having this crisis called "not-enough-time-to-study-for-all-of-my-tests-turn-in-my-college-applications-not-neglect-everyone-in-my-life-and-still-have-time-to-prevent-myself-going-insane"!!
He is responsible for taking at least ten years off my life.
I will find him and I will sue him for all he's worth.
And after I have accomplished this, I will petition for an eight to nine day week in which one day is devoted entirely to yourself to prevent insanity.
Lauren
PS~ I shouldn't even be typing this, I just wasted five minutes of my limited study time. Blast the guy who created the 7 day week! Blast him to HECK!!!
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