Lauren's Journal

Sat, 12 Jan 2008 10:31:41 GMT

"They're life little fat friends that you wanna eat" says the man on TV, talking about cockles.

video: Army Of Ducks
Lols.

Eeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

Mon, 17 Dec 2007 00:18:29 GMT

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Whoowhoooooooooo!

Sun, 09 Dec 2007 15:49:16 GMT

Why do all these steam trains keep going past?

They're really loud!

Haha. Old <3

...

Sat, 08 Dec 2007 12:31:53 GMT

Animal Collective - Strawberry Jam
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Sunset Rubdown - Random Spirit Lover
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Sunset Rubdown - ShutUp Am I Dreaming
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!!! - Myth Takes
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Black Moth Super Rainbow - Dandelion Gum

CDscdSCDs..

Fri, 07 Dec 2007 23:52:27 GMT

Fri, 07 Dec 2007 15:16:35 GMT

Just spoke to my Dad for the first time in aages.

He thinks I'm on drugs or something because I'm so happy.

I was flicking a hair clip at one point and he said, "What's that noise?" - he thought it was a lighter. Haha!

Ahhhh, I am really happy right now.

I love my friends here.

Last night I got a phone call at a quarter to midnight, asking me to go to Khi's, because everyone was there getting drunk. It was so fun!

Sam and I were literally rolling on the floor in the corridor at one point. It was soooo funny.

This R serious phone callz.

Wed, 28 Nov 2007 23:27:56 GMT

I think a mouse just called me to ask for a blow job, if he could rim me, if I shaved my area and to declare his love for me in a totally creepy way.

I'm assuming it's John or Stew or one of that lot. Otherwise I might have a hilarious stalker.

There was some high-pitched squealing-laughter-like noise in the background. In fact, that's how the call ended. That noise got really loud and then they hung up.

Awwh <3

Actually, it was definitely something to do with Stew or Sam, because they started by shouting (in mousey voice) "GET YA' FAFF OUT!"

And I just realised that was resonating in my head.

If you notice I begin to say more vulgar things, it's because of them.

Still..

Awwh <3

Tue, 27 Nov 2007 00:20:58 GMT

Too much work!!!

*dies*

Sun, 25 Nov 2007 16:59:56 GMT

Fuck.

Why don't they have their phones on??

Yesterday my Mum told me Copper wasn't well. I brushed it off, because I love my little Copper, and I don't ever want to hear things like that because I'm actually terrified I'll lose her.

So today I've been going through shots with my Scriptwriting group for our short film, and I haven't had my phone on me.

I just looked and I have some voicemails and I had a text. The text said that my Mum took Copper to the vets today and she has a heart murmer. I don't know what that means.

And then I listened to one voicemail, which was from my Mum saying, "I just called to tell you..................some things".

I don't want to listen to the second message.

I want my tiny little doggy to be okay.

Mon, 19 Nov 2007 10:20:45 GMT

I don't know whether I have a lecture right now.

Not that it'd be of any use to me, anyway.

Might watch a film... Thomas Crown Affair? I've been meaning to watch it for a while.

Feeling a bit shit right now.

Mon, 19 Nov 2007 03:27:45 GMT

I just want to go to sleep.
Please let me sleep.
I want to stop thinking, and just go to sleep.

I really hate life at this moment.

Ow. I hit my knee. That'll be another unsightly bruise that no one will ever see.

I don't have the energy for this.

But I'm not tired.

Everybody Knows You Dance Like You Fuck, You Dance Like You Fuck, You Dance Like You Fuck!

Sun, 18 Nov 2007 22:47:28 GMT

Ohhhhmy.. I just HAD to look up that video again.

Srsly, Josh'waahh is so hot. I don't care HOW much of a raving fangirl I sound.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jLvaoSzUjnE

He actually makes me go weak at the knees. =$

As in, I have to steady myself so I don't fall down. And when I'm drunk and there're mentions of him or QOTSA or..anything related, I just let myself fall. Embarrassing, but.. Oh well.

It's that extreme admiration, mixed with OMGHe'ssohot!1!!one!±

And I've grabbed his hand...

And I'm going to see QOTSA again on the 23rd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SO excited. I may just wet myself.

I'll try not to.

I painted this T-shirt. This is why I looked up the video again.

Yes, I know I've posted it everywhere else.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

=/

Fri, 16 Nov 2007 22:14:15 GMT

I feel like I'm gonna cry!!

WHY??

/n00b

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StopitorI'llshoot.

That's not right...

I want a hug! *huffffff*

Christmas... sooon.

Close your eyes and see the skies are falling...

Fri, 16 Nov 2007 01:50:47 GMT

Wasted, useless, selfless, none of a kind...

This song makes me happyyyyyyyyy

That has drained my life so long

That has drained my life so long

That has drained my life so long

That has draaaaaaained myyyyyyyyyyy.....

Need a diary.

Mon, 12 Nov 2007 10:31:47 GMT

Today I'm meant to have a lecture at 10.00.

So I got up at 8.30, just like every Monday.

All the way there I'm thinking, is this the day when we don't have a production planning lecture? Because I've lost my papers, I can't check.

But then I thought that last week.

So I got there and no one was there.

They could either be inside one of the lecture theatres, or not there at all.

But then, by some bizarre stroke of luck, Jake apeared. We talked for a bit, and then I said, "Is this the week where we don't have a lecture?" Aw, his face...

It was. I vaguely remember hearing it last week.

I wouldn't mind, but I didn't get to sleep until 3.30.

I'll try to sleep now.

Grargdkadmv

Fri, 09 Nov 2007 20:44:59 GMT

Yesterday I felt shit all day.

I was upset, but can't remember why, and all I had to eat was two handfulls of not-coco pops for breakfast, then tortilla chips for lunch - while watching Cannibal Holocaust - and a bag of crisps for dinner.

Oh, there was a yogurt somewhere along the line.

I wasn't eating because I felt a bit sick. I think I felt sick because I was upset.

So when Laura and Stewart wanted to go out I thought, Great! GO out, get drunk, have fun, be happy.

But we ended up just going to Khi's to watch a film.

Ahhhh, shit. I can't be bothered to finish this. I need a hug.

Maintenance Grants?!

Thu, 08 Nov 2007 12:24:25 GMT

"You could qualify for at least a partial grant if your household income is under £60,005."

WHAT?

No one told me this.

Should probably go down to the student support place...

But I probably wont get anything because I'm on a Media course.. Cunts.

I'll ask anyway.

I WISH MY PARENTS WEREN'T IN THAILAND RIGHT NOW.

Fuhhhhhck.

Little Things I Hate

Thu, 08 Nov 2007 00:39:15 GMT

Being so worked up about something that I feel sick.
Wanting to talk to whatshisface, but he's out with friends getting drunk the same as every night, so I can't/wouldn't get a real conversation.
Not having money.
Eating too much, but not having the fridge-space to keep leftovers.

Argh!!!!!!!! Fucking money..

Wed, 07 Nov 2007 22:09:06 GMT

I don't have enough money to get to Brighton and back to see QOTSA on the 23rd

Who do I have to talk to about selling a kidney?

Note to Laurenself

Sun, 04 Nov 2007 23:14:46 GMT

Stewart with a purple, glass lampshade on his head, making a noise like an oboe.

It'll make sense when I find time to explain.

WispaWispaWispa

Sun, 28 Oct 2007 11:16:33 GMT

There're two Wispas in my mini fridge.

They're banging on the door and screaming , "Eat meeee! Eat meeeeeeEEEEEEEE!!!!"

NO! You fiends!

I must wait until Monday. I'm saving you for Monday. That's tomorrow.

I can hold on until tomorrow.

I can.

.....

Nerve Damage

Wed, 17 Oct 2007 23:35:39 GMT

In my fingertip!

Ever felt that? It's like a teeny tiny electrical storm in my fingertip every time I touch something.
That's what my other (left) wrist/hand was like when I had my ganglion removed. That's calmed down now, but still feels strange.

This is what you get for shutting your finger in a fire door, I guess!

Bow Chicka Wow Wow

Sun, 14 Oct 2007 00:27:50 GMT

Do you ever find yourself licking your phone, then rubbing it on clothes to clean the screen when it's smudgey?

I didn't really think about it until I just did it in a funny way. I always do it, though.

It's like, when you realise you're doing something that other people might think is a bit peculiar. It's quite funny, really.

I had a go at free-form poetry. This reminded me of it.
AND IT GOES LIKE THIS:

Thinking.
One-sided conversations in my thoughts.
Say anything to me; I wont react.
I'm satisfied with my own company.
I'm not upset.
Don't worry about me.
Stop asking questions.
I don't need advice when I can think things through.
Just need time to think.
Away from everyone, even though they're just over there.
But I'm in here and unaware of everything.
When I become aware of outside, my vision seems dim.
My hair covers my eyes.
When your eyes are open, but you're not looking, you don't see things.
I wonder what's happening when my eyes are open, but they're not seeing.
Am I in a different place?
What is my external representation doing when I'm here?
My mind is elsewhere.
I worry that my body is contorting, or that I am speaking my thoughts out loud.
Then I don't worry anymore, because it doesn't really matter.
I know that sometimes my mouth imitates the shapes of the words I utter in my mind.
Is it doing it now?
Probably.
Why don't people laugh to themselves in the street when they walk by?
Why do I have to pretend that there's an external reason for my laughter when I'm alone, in the presence of others?
I'm just lost in my memories.
Things everyone else has forgotten.
I hold on to them.
I recall conversations to myself.
I smile.
In myself everything makes sense.
Why do I have to come out into the outside world?
To create more memories.
Then I can go back into myself and relive them.
Over and over.
Repeat that sentence you liked.
Repeat it.
Laugh.
Repeat it.
Laugh.
Repeat it and realise you've been making the shapes of the words with your lips and reliving the motions with your limbs.
And the blood rises in your cheeks, but you laugh anyway.
And repeat it.

Lol.

Lauren's Night Out (She what now?)

Sat, 13 Oct 2007 17:51:39 GMT

I WENT OUT. I never go out, but I went out!

HA.

I got quite drunk. Partly because I hadn't eaten much all of yesterday. I'm reeeeeeeeeally hungry now.

But it was fun!!

Ohh, I love the Labyrinth soundtrack....

Anyway, I went to the Tower Bar for this House/electro thing. Kate Lawler was there.

I really want some naan bread. Post-drinking cravings for the lose. I have no naan bread.

Anyway, so I went with Jon and Leon. It was fun. I got very very drunk. Took loooads of photos. We danced a lot.

There's a snail on my window. I wouldn't mind, but I'm on the third floor. Must've taken him ages to get here.

Then afterwards, Leon went back to where he lives, which is on-campus, and Jon and I (because he lives in the same building I live in) first went back to his, so he could go to the toilet (lol), so I talked to him flatmates, which was cool. They have one of the inflatable Corona bottles I saw in someone else's window the other day. Then we went back to my flat and I made cheese toasties, because my ham needs to be finished today, and we watched 300. Jon fell asleep through one of the good bits. By the time the film was finished it was nearly 4 am, so he then went back to his and I drank loads of water, then went to sleep.

I'm well hungry.

I want to go to that restaurant now. I BOUGHT THE DRESS YESTERDAY!! Eeeeee! I love it! And some tights to wear with it, and a jacket to wear with it. I'm really excited now!!

Ahhh, to have cuddles again....

Ladies and Gentlemen

Sun, 07 Oct 2007 13:21:24 GMT

This kind of thing just throws me.

One of my flatmates, he's a nice guy, so it must just be a case of upbringing. Maybe I've been spoiled with all the well-bred, grammar school boys.

A few days ago I was making dinner. My plate was next to me, with mushrooms already on it, ready for the rest of my food. Said flatmate comes along to prepare his food. His cupboard is over the worktop where my plate was. He drops a jar of dolmio right onto my plate and it breaks. A lot. Now, I don't blame him for this, but all I got was, "Shit, sorry."

He didn't help to pick any of it up and he hasn't offered to replace it (it was an expensive plate, and I really liked it).

Today, I knocked my bowl - my only bowl, which matched the plate =( - off of the worktop. It smashed into a bazillion pieces. To calm myself down, I at first ignored it, and quickly put my pizza thing into the oven, then set about tidying it up. All the time, he was sitting RIGHT next to it. He never even thought to try to help. He just carried on watching TV. Friends, to be precise.

I don't understand. He's a "nice" person. You know, like.. How you have nice people, and then you have knobs (using this word a lot today - see Lily Allen). I would even expect someone who's usually a knob to help someone tidy that up. Unless they hate each other.