Lauren profile picture

Lauren

About Me

Les grandes personnes aiment les chiffres. Quand vous leur parlez d'un nouvel ami, elles ne vous questionnent jamais sur l'essentiel. Elles ne vous disent jamais: "Quel est le son de sa voix ? Quels sont les jeux qu'il préfère ? Est-ce qu'il collectionne les papillons ?" Elles vous demandent: "Quel âge a-t-il ? Combien a-t-il de frères ? Combien pèse-t-il ? Combien gagne son père ?" Alors seulement elles croient le connaître. Si vous dites aux grandes personnes: "J'ai vu une belle maison en briques roses, avec des géraniums aux fenêtres et des colombes sur le toit..." elles ne parviennent pas à s'imaginer cette maison. Il faut leur dire: "J'ai vu une maison de cent mille francs." Alors elles s'écrient: "Comme c'est joli!" ************************************************************ *******************************************I like that my Grandmother doesn't yell at me when I scrape my finger through a well-iced cake to taste the sugar before the dough. I like when the bus driver is a good whistler. I hate when the old man at the grocery store offers to cart my items to the car,because I'd rathr do it myself so that I don't have to make conversation. I hate myself for hating that. I like having bangs because it makes my face look smaller than it really is. I hate having bangs because they get blown up in the wind all of the time. I miss the ice cream shop that stuffed a marshmallow at the base of each cone. I like shoes that make my feet look smaller than they really are. I don't much care for wondering whether or not you love me. I like lima beans. I know, right? I like art because it allows me to express myself beyond the capacity of language, which in comparison, is meaningless. I like thinking about what it would be like to live in another era. I like Aldous Huxley, because he taught me that procrastination is characteristic of a genius, who generally will always have something better to think about than the task at hand. I tell myself this is true, but haven't decided if I believe it yet. I wish the world were made of paint, like in that Robin Williams flick. I like thinking about what it would be like to travel back in time to show someone an ipod. I don't like hutle-bustle, money grabbing, or overcooked salmon. I like contradictions. I hate contradicting myself. I like the smell of gasoline. I like water, and diving into it repeatedly to feel the bubbles run up and around my body. I like when smokes clings to a surface. Most of the time, what I dislike most is myself, but that won't change my mind, so I usually try not to think about it. I like seeing shoes on a wire, whether it means there's a meth dealer around or not. I like church steeples, but not churches... although sometimes I wish I did so that I had a reason to dress in Sunday attire with white gloves and a hanky in my pocket like in the 60's. I like cookig and I'm really good at it. I don't like watching TV with someone who will blurt out the lines, seconds before the characters do. I also don't like when people recite a joke from a TV show and someone else recites it right after, correcting the one conjuction the other person missed. I like clocks, and obsessing over time. I like seeing things on movies, and pretending I thought of them. I like word games, and the truth is that I like them because I'm good at them, and winning feels nice. I hate writing about myself, mostly because I seem to do it anyway.


Myspace Layouts - Image Hosting - Comments

My Blog

.

Something insightful.
Posted by on Sat, 04 Jul 2009 12:11:00 GMT

:)!

I never know who to address these to. Really, they should be for me, but I've found myself writing to specific people/person lately, not really considering or caring that others might be reading, and ...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Jun 2009 01:46:00 GMT

Le Micro-onde, ma cher grand-mere.

I really don't have much to write about. Tonight my grandma and sister are coming to me and my dad's place for dinner. My grandma is an AMAZING cook and I know everyone says that about their grandma b...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Jun 2009 11:41:00 GMT

HAHA!

J: "The eagle has landed?"L: "Yes he has, and he fell asleep too!"J: "10-4"L: "HUH? Oh, I get it... '10-4 Randy'"
Posted by on Sun, 31 May 2009 22:14:00 GMT

Something unexpected

I really never thought I'd see the day... Thank you. Whether this means that you forgive me or not doesn't even matter now, which to me is like a priceless gift that I probably don't deserve.     
Posted by on Sun, 31 May 2009 04:42:00 GMT

I really did give it to "some guy" first. I didn't even know "some other guy" had it.

Do you ever get on the bus or train-any public space really- and notice someone gazing in your direction?  You see the person then look over at a friend to whisper something, and the friend quickly ...
Posted by on Sat, 30 May 2009 14:13:00 GMT

This Thing Called "Blogging"

     I'd like to start off by mentioning how strange I think the whole concept of "blogging" really is. Since it seemed almost as inevitable as getting a cellphone though, I jumped in with everyone...
Posted by on Tue, 26 May 2009 16:15:00 GMT

The twilight. (WARNING! this has nothing to do with vampires. Sorry)

I feel paranoid about life a lot, usually around the time I should be falling asleep. This very entry is testament to some point in the past, whether recent or distant depending of course on the time...
Posted by on Mon, 11 May 2009 11:48:00 GMT

Cliffhanger

CliffhangerI'll probably read back on this some day and decide to delete it because of its meaninglessness and unavoidable irrelevancy to where I'll be in the future. Meh.Work sucked today. Being empl...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Apr 2009 13:24:00 GMT

The Window

I'll be writing stories here now... for you, because I know you'll read them and you're my toughest critic...The WindowHe cant still be washing his window. For the past month or so Ive had to be pre...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Mar 2009 11:46:00 GMT