Life's got wings, and it knows how to use 'em

I just got back from Houston where my family and I spent Thanksgiving with the Trinkles (a.k.a. - my second family) We had a blast and I hated coming home but what can you do? Life's moving on: I've got the expected yet still despised senior year homework, hashing out college stuff (scholarships). There's only three weeks til Christmas break, and only two til the much antisipated yet still horrifyingly unprepared Christmas Choir Concert. Then, after break only four weeks til next semester. Not long after that comes spring break and a mere three weeks later, I graduate. With graduation comes my grad party, and focusing on my job to rack up some much needed moola. Then college, and then.....the rest of this very short experience most commonly known as "life".

Life's flying by, and I'm barely hanging on...

My New Obsession

Baby hair is the most delicate thing in the world. It just is. Just the sight of it screams FRAGILE, and when you touch it, forget about it! you'll never take your hand away. It's so pure and soft. And don't forget that it always smells good, like baby. I love it.

Baby hair is my new favorite.

Lauren

Julia's Child?

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...)

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.

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."

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.

Life can be so beautiful.

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!!!

Human Limits

My dad is a real big National Geographic junkie, and because of his bias influence, he has also gotten me slightly hooked. Today the new addtion came called "The Tallest Trees: Redwoods" and I was flipping through and saw this page titled "Human Limits" and was amazed by the
informantion:



Body Heat: When core body temp. hits 107.6%, heatstroke can't be reversed and will prove fatal.

**OUR LIMIT: 107.6%**

Cold Water: Water saps body heat. You'd last barely 30 minutes in a 40 degrees F sea. Life vests buoy you up to slow eat lose.


**OUR LIMIT: 40 DEGREES**


Hot Air: in a burning building of deep mine adults can take 10 mins. at 300degrees F. Kids soon succumb in a 120 degree F car.

High Altitude: Consciousness fades for most. With bigging lungs and more red blood cells, highland dwellers are OK.
**OUR LIMIT: 15,000feet**

Diving Deep: Without equipment, most folks black out before 2 mins, and below 60 feet. The best free diver made it to 282 ft.
**OUR LIMIT: 282 ft**

Lack of oxygen: Typically, you'd pass out within 2 mins. With training, people can hold their breath nearly 11 mins!
**OUR LIMIT: 11mins**

Blood Loss: You can survive after spilling 30 percent. At 40%, you'd need an immidiate transfusion.
**OUR LIMIT: 40%**

Starvation: Lose 30% of body weight and death is imminent, thought disease will likely kill you before you starve.
**OUR LIMIT: 45 days**

Dehydration: Every cell needs water. Replace the quart or so you lose daily, or you won't last much more than a week.
**OUR LIMIT: 7 days**

Isn't that crazy? I think it is. Humans are amazing.

Just wanted to share this with you guys,
Lauren
ps~ I'M SEVENTEEN IN 18 HOURS!! but I'm going to be gone tomorrow for a school fieldtrip.