Fond of Ecstasy

Whoa, Lauren, you like drugs? No, silly, I'm just ecstatic! Tonight my Mock Trial team won the LA County Championship! I'm kind of going insane with hyperness and exhaustion, and basically I'm just incredibly excited. We get to go to Telesca's house for a Christmas party, get our picture/plaque on his Wall of Fame, get out winning year on the banner in St. Louis Hall, get shiny gold medals, be on ABC's Eyewitness News, AND MOVE ON TO STATE! I'm going to be really boring and leave it at that but I am really excited for tomorrow and the rest of the week because I'm going on service which means no homework which means sleep. Yay sleep! Oh, and West Wing, but that's a given. Also if you ever needed a favor from me, now's the time to ask because I'm insanely happy and bound to say yes. You're welcome for leaking that valuable information. Goodnight and good riddance! -Lauren

Fond of Love That You Live For (Singing)

Workin' hard to get my KILL! Everybody wants a decapitation! Oh man, I wish that fucking rhymed. I wish that fucking ROCKED! Rock! That's a nifty genre of the that thing called music. Speaking of that thing music what the hell is "house" music?!? I always hear about the dang nabbit thing but what is it?!? Like music that builds homes? Msic that is only strictly listened to in homes? I don't know. I hate it. Here's a picture...

I like the pinks. They are like swirly little love-hate balls. The greens are like the love that only exists in awesome fairy tales. Like Cindy the rella and shit? The yellows can go eat some lemon cake. That shit is shit. The purples are like the sexually frustrated inhabitants of a planet called Zork where they only wear 3 kinds of hats: Baseball. Ten gallon. Cowboy. My watermelon patch is coming along quite elegantly, do I even have a one of those? I have one of those as much as Sarah Jessica Parker has talent and beauty. Which is none. None at all. The little white spots make me want to commit treason. HIGH treason.

The hills are alive with Pineapple frostys!!!

Fond of Pasta

I just got home, so even though this post is going to say Saturday, it's meant for Friday.

These are the songs that have been stuck in my head today:

The Bad Touch - Bloodhound Gang

The Boys are Back in Town - Whoever it's by, I don't know, everyone just knows this song

To Dance Again - Joe Walker

A Day in the Life - The Beatles

Do with them what you will. Quite an odd selection I must say, especially because I only listened to one of them today. I'm overcome with exhaustion, and I think I've already given you enough to think about, so I'm going to be done now.

Hasta la pasta! -Lauren

Fond of Gobble

So today I gobble gobble the gobble after the gobble gobbled the gobble. Then I took my gobble and gobbled the gobbling gobble to gobble the new gobble.

Food coma and West Wing. End of Story.

Happy Thanksgiving! -Lauren

Fond of Gratitude

Happy Thanksgiving Eve! Today felt like the longest day in the history of days. It started out great though, with a wake up text telling me we won Mock Trial and are advancing to the finals! Then I spent the rest of the day with my cousin who has been away at cousin for 3 months. For some reason, I swear this day lasted more than 24 hours. I am exhausted! Don't y'all worry, I got in my Rob Lowe fix with another SEF viewing. I'm so tired and my arm hurts so I'm just going to leave you with this sad excuse for a blog and hope you forgive me in the spirit of the holiday. I'll even buy you all a drink at Starbucks! Tempting, I know.

As a consolation prize, here's a list of some of the things I'm thankful for:

1. My Family

2. My Bestest of Friends

3. My Mock Trial Team (partially in conjunction with #2)

4. Rob Lowe

5. The Rest of my Husbands

6. All the Broccoli Bake I'm Going to Consume Tomorrow

7. A Bunch of Other Things

I realize that I capitalized those all as if they were book titles, but I feel like it would look weird otherwise, so deal.

Peace, Punch, Cap'n Crunch! -Lauren

Fond of Elvis

Who's in a super crazy hyper mood? I am! Takin' a trip to good 'ol Rantasmia, you could say. Maybe it's just a result of my intense procrastination, but I'm bouncing off the walls! My family has officially locked me in my room as a sort of solitary confinement for the evening because I've gone buck-wild and they can't contain me! (Nor do they want to deal with me, for that matter). I have to tell you the craziest story that happened to me! This morning, on the way to school, a scruffy looking man was hitchhiking on the side of Topanga. He seemed nice enough so I let him in my little toaster. Turns out it was Elvis! Can you believe it?! THE KING! So we drove the rest of the way to Louisville discussing Blue Suede Shoes and singing every song by Elvis you could imagine. We bopped around and laughed until we cried and then when we got to school, he agreed to do a revival show! It was amazing! Elvis had the nuns' toes tap-tap-tappin' and the faculty's hips bump-bump-bumpin' to the beat! What a day. My dad just walked into my room and told me my Physics work is scary. He's right. It gave me nightmares the other day. One, for instance, had me sliding down an inclined plane at 70 degrees on a 35 kg box with an acceleration of 75 meters per second squares, and if I couldn't figure out its net force before I reached the bottom, well, bye bye Lauren! (Fnet=2625N, by the way). So I survived, but it was one of the scariest dreams I've ever had! Now I'm rockin out to Glee! Basically I do that every second of every day, but it gets a little crazier when I'm jumping around my room, "singing," by myself. Lalalalala! I'm going to get back to doing what I was doing. You probably should too. Or, I'll pretend I'm leading by example, and tell you to crank up your music and dance! You ain't nothing but a hound dog! -Lauren

Fond of Pie

Wow, uh, Mr. Chaucer? Go to hell. I mean, you're already dead and gone, but I hope you're in hell anyways. Why would you ever write your Canterbury Tales in Middle English, thus inspiring my English teacher to have us memorize it...IN MIDDLE ENGLISH?! It's pointless, brutal busywork. As if I'm not busy enough already! I have two things on my agenda today: Memorize [stupid] Canterbury Tales Prologue and buy pies. Which do you think I'd rather do? Commit to memory the most tedious 18 lines in an alien language or go purchase my favorite dessert? Hmm, it's a toughy, I know. However, I'm trying to put off the buying of the pies as long as I can so that I can use that excuse to procrastinate later. For the time being, I'm out of procrastination tactics, so I decided to blog earlier than usual. You know what makes me angry? A month or two ago I read that this winter was supposed to be California's worst in 5 years. If that's true, then why is it supposed to be in the 70s on Thanksgiving? Mother Nature must have something against me. Was it that one time I cursed you for making it sunny on Christmas? Can't we all just get along? Yeah? Good. The West Wing has officially proved to be the most efficient means of procrastination. Thought you'd like to know. I not only spent hours watching 3 episodes, but spent extra time reading the extended biography of each individual character on Wikipedia. In my defense, it's my favorite show, but I'm still a little pathetic. Okay, I'm off to finally buy those pies! Catch ya on the flipside turkduckens! -Lauren

Fond of Poetry

So on this lovely Saturday night something very, very exciting is about to happen. I'm about to watch Star Trek! I've missed it so much since it was in theaters, and now I am a proud owner of the 2-Disc Special Edition! Oooh yeeeah! Today was like a whirlwind of little girls. I felt like singing the song from Annie they were so nutso. They even had a dance-off. I kid you not. I also have the mash-up of Don't Stand So Close To Me/Young Girl from Glee this week in my head (and it's been there for HOURS I'm telling you, HOURS). Anyway, I told you yesterday I'd be creative so hows abouts we write us a poem?

Roses are Red

Violets are Blue

I love Rob Lowe

And he loves me too!

Another, you ask? Alright!

Roses are Blue

Violets are Red

Me and my Broldy

Are soon to be wed!

Wow, my immediate future's lookin gooood! I better get on that!

Beam me up, Scotty! -Lauren

Fond of Itineraries

So this week was kind of a whirlwind of blah, and I had to be very serious and focused (Snoozefest!). Wanna see an itinerary? Okay, okay calm down, I'll show ya:

Monday: Mock Trial 3 hour rehearsal and then NHS awards ceremony (which I had to attend of course because I am VP and had to sit in front of everyone).

Tuesday: Mock Trial competition at the LA county courthouse. Not too bad because I wasn't on but I did have to be clerk which I actually find more stressful than my actual role. Guess what? We won this competition and became 1 of 8 teams left in the countywide competition.

Wednesday: Yet another long Mock trial rehearsal (See any patterns?). Got home at a reasonable hour but then spent about 4 or 5 making a massive Chaucer study guide.

Thursday: Mock Trial competition #2 of the week. This time, I'm in it. The competition started out with 70 teams and after this round only 4 are left...and we're one of them! Semi-finals are next Tuesday and I'm up again!

Friday: Mock Trial practice and then FINALLY some relaxation (West Wing) time. Just me and Rob and the livins good!

[End itinerary]

Part of me wishes I had big plans for the weekend, but I'm also just glad to be able to slow down. I want to just eat sugar and coffee and lie around for 48 hours. Wouldn't that be grrreat?! Next week is Thanksgiving (THANK THE LAWD!), which is a much needed break. I have about a bajillion things to do over this "break," but hey, it's something. I won't be happy until it's officially Christmastime though. My excitement is immeasurable. The one regret about the Christmas season is that it goes by too quickly and New Years is never good. But who's here to complain? Not me, that's for sure! This is less uh...transparent...than my posts for the rest of this past week, but garbage nonetheless. I promise to get the creative juices flowing tomorrow when I'm well rested!

Sayonara dumplings! -Lauren

Fond of Cathy

I'm baaaaaaack! This is going to be brief, because I'm more or less busier than the president (I kid, love you Obama!). But really, I have Mock Trial every day, NHS Ceremony was tonight, Canterbury Tales test, East of Eden essay, memorizing the first 18 lines of the Canterbury Tales prologue...in middle English, college apps due in less than two weeks, and the millions of things in between. Yeah, I know what you're thinking: When am she gonna find time to sleep? I honestly can't answer that question. What I will tell you is that Cathy Trask is a crazy biotch. If you haven't met her, read East of Eden. It's like 600 pages, but so worth it. Or I can just give you my essay about how she's a psychopath when I'm done. Either way, you'll get the picture. So, I don't really have any more to say other than thanks for being so understanding about my lack of blogs this past weekend and low level of substance or creativity throughout the week. I'll be back on my feet in no time. Hasta luego! -Lauren

Fond of M-W Kosher

Yesterday's blog has left my well of creativity dry. Maybe it's also because I haven't gotten more than 5 hours of sleep in three nights and have had extremely long days. My eyes can only stay a fraction of the way open too. I feel awesome! (Sarcasm emanating...) Of course I have to get up tomorrow at the grand 'ol buttcrack of dawn to do my least favorite thing...flying. It's kind of the paradox of my life because I would LOVE to have the power to fly, but stick me on an airplane and you'll want to strike up a lobotomy revival in no time just to shut me up. I guess people tend to feel that way on the ground anyways though so things shouldn't seem much different. I thought I had much more energy in me to write but the well is running dry once again. I guess I should warn you in advance that the chances of a blog for Saturday or Sunday are zero to none since I'm going to be busy busy busy, and when I'm not occupied I'll be slaving away at my multitudes of homework. Thanks, by the way, teachers, for giving me the most homework ever on a weekend when I knew it advance I'd be gone. You all deserve an award of sorts. My eyes are drooping past the point of no return so for the sake of the caliber of my spelling and grammar, I'm gonna get out while I'm still Merriam-Webster kosher. Hava Nagila (sp?) Homeslices! -Lauren

Fond (?) of Nigel Tomm

Today, Oli and I co-discovered the insanity that is Nigel Tomm. It all started when Oli IMdB'd The Catcher in the Rye to see if there was a movie and was given the option to watch the entire film directed by Nigel Tomm. Of course, he clicked it, only to find that it was 75 minutes of a blank blue screen. Astonished and confused, I decided to Wikipedia this curious character. After finding no such Wikipedia page, I kept researching only to find that Nigel Tomm is an eccentric author, artist, and to say the least, absurdist. He writes a terribly narcissistic blog, each post claiming he is the Most _____ of 2009-2010 and having a differently colored version of the same flattering photograph of himself. Under this photograph is a different line about how inspirational and innovative his hair is. Weird, right? It gets much, much worse. Next, Oli discovers that our pal Nige has a Youtube account and did a series of vlogs all titled "I'm Nigel Tomm," containing a silent, black and white Nigel moving in swift, staccato movements that are nothing short of eerily creepy. These vlogs literally made me scream. Although it may seem like I can't stand this guy, I can't seem to stop wondering about him. If you can even call Nigel a him. Oli and then started following NigelTomm on Twitter and I found myself in a Nigel tweeting frenzy! As I said in a tweet, Nigel makes me say things that don't say things. And then those things say other things. Nigel seems to turn all of these things into, for the most part [homo]sexually perverse notions. What a gem. Within the last hour, we have ventured to our good pal Amazon to search for some of Nigel's work. With phallic, blah, abstract representations of modern Pop culture, Nigel has officially raised the bar of madness for lunatics everywhere. So that you can come the slightest bit closer to understanding the anomely that is Nigel Tomm, take a gander at one of his book titles: Kidult Eva Mendes In Fucky Kidulthood Poster With Anne Hathaway & Denise Richards Beg Rachel Mcadams: Let Naomi Watts, Matthew Mcconaughey, Tara Reid & Monica Bellucci Calendar Sex Movies Biography (Paperback). The text of Nigel's books are either none at all, or laced with "blahs" and "fucks." For example, a paragraph may read something along the lines of: "Then she blah blah the fucking blah and blah the blah fuck her the blah and brought the blah to the blah blah fuckety blah with Anne Hathaway blah." Don't worry, I'm speechless too. So, now I remain, pondering whether or not to think Nigel is freaky and brilliant or just completely deranged, and strongly considering purchasing some of his work. Nigel Tomm said himself: "Animals have several characteristics that set them apart from Nigel Tomm." -Lauren

Fond of Today

Greetings Earthlings! Today was kind of a big deal. Here's why:

1. I had no school. Thus, I got to be lazy. When is that NOT awesome!?

2. It was my sister, Ashton's, 8th birthday. Naturally, we had a Bunny party! She also got an iPod touch which made her cry which was the cutest thing ever.

3. It was the fearless leader of my Mock Trial team, Mr. Telesca's birthday. I didn't hang out with him. That would be weird.

4. There's a new Glee that I need to start watching very very soon! Oh Glee, how I've missed you.

...And last, but not least, 5. WE WON ROUNDS 1&2 OF MOCK TRIAL! YAY! This means we go on to be 1 of 16 teams left in the competition! I am so proud of all the hard work we have done to get where we are.

Just a funny anecdote from the day: Today, at dinner, my sister Cameron said and I quote: "I've got a secret that I just need to get out! I want to be goth!" She's 8, going on 9. Enough said. I laughed for 900 hours.

Peace out home skillets! -Lauren

Fond of Blah

Just got home from mock trial. Have a migraine. Will make up for this tomorrow, don't fret.

Live long and prosper, Lauren.

Fond of Vowels

I was going to try to write something I like for each letter of the alphabet, but realized how tedious this would be, so I decided to do vowels only. Since there are less, I'll even give you a little explanation, what a treat!

A- After Thanksgiving, it is Christmastime! (And boy do I love spreading Christmas cheer!)

E- Everything having to do with Rob Lowe. (Why do I turn every blog post into a Rob Lowe fest?)

I- Intellectually stimulated people. (If you aren't one, go away.)

O- Opposing conservativism. (I'm a pro-choice, No on Prop 8, Probably on Marxism feminist.)

U- Underappreciated music. (Like Cage the Elephant, Vampire Weekend, and The Virgins.)

Short but sweet. Voila! -Lauren

Fond of Sunday Afternoons

I feel like I'm procrastinating, but it's weird because I'm not. I have no work to do. That nothing to do feeling is kind of the biggest joy about Sunday afternoons. They're so damn relaxing. Do you ever feel like the same 10 or so songs come on shuffle? That always seems to happen to me. And they always happen to be songs I skip every time. One of my dreams is to have a cake made for me by the Ace of Cakes crew. And I'd like the people who specifically do my cake to be Katherine, Ben, and Geoff. Duff obviously would help out too. The trouble with that is the cakes cost a fortune and need to be planned like a decade in advance. But how cool would that be? My wedding cake for sure has to be a Charm City Cakes original. Or else it's off (future husband, please keep this in mind). The aesthetics and flavor of the cake can be discussed at a later date. I feel like blogging always makes me realize how hungry I am, and yet again, I'm starving! I wonder what's for dinner. Perhaps it's my favorite, roast antelope stew! A delectable treat, I must say. And then, my mom will make fried frog legs on the side and chocolate covered beaks for dessert. TASTY! Was it weird that I just admitted that? I don't care... On another note, I'm really excited for Round 2 of Mock Trial on Tuesday! I get out of school early AND don't even have to perform. However, I do have to be the clerk and keep time which is extremely stressful. Hopefully all the times magically add and subtract evenly so I don't have to worry. This weekend was kind of annoying. One thing led to another and I spent approximately 24 consecutive hours home alone. Bo-ring! Also, it makes me go a little insane in the membrane not talking to anyone. Last night's Lauren/Rob quality time wasn't bad though.

Stay gold, Ponyboys! -Lauren

Fond of Johnny Rockets

I really want one of those gigantic lollipops from Disneyland. You know, the swirly colorful ones that taste like rainbows?? Come to think of it, I haven't eaten in a while. I should have some dinner. I'm home alone so I'm really bored of course. I just watched The Outsiders, obvi I have to spend some portion of every weekend with my husband (Rob Lowe, in case you're an ignorant fool), so this was this weekend's dose. This Daylight Savings Time thing is really messing with me, because it's only 8:30ish and it's pitch black out. I thought it was at least 11. It makes me tired earlier too, which sucks. I need double my usual amount of coffee just to stay awake every day. There's a Magic 8 Ball sitting on my desk, and I'm thoroughly confused as to why. What business do I have with one of those? Besides decision-making, of course. "Magic 8 Ball, does Rob Lowe love me?" "Signs point to yes." EUREKA! I should really refer to this thing more, it's startlingly accurate. I'm dying for a Boca burger and fries from Johnny Rockets, but there is a 0% chance of me having that for dinner. Bummer...(That was a hint to go get me one, if you couldn't tell). Whoa, eerie, the Pirates of the Caribbean towel that hangs on my closet just slid down. Is this a message from Johnny Depp that he's jealous about Rob and I? I'm thinking I'll sleep with one eye open tonight. I'm not too worried though, Robby will keep me safe and warm. Maybe he'll fetch me a Johnny Rockets burger. He's such a doll. Rob, not Johnny Rocket. I need to go tend to Johhny's broken heart, catch ya on the flip side! -Lauren.

Fond of Questionnaires

Let's start by writing one sentence with each word beginning with the next letter alphabetically for as long as I can:

Always bring chocolate down extra fast given he is just kidding like my neighbor ordered promptly, quietly, right so that umbrellas vanish with xylophones you zapped. A-Z! A round of applause please...

Moving on, I thought I'd do one of those funky fresh myspace style surveys as a "get to know me" effort. So I googled these about me surveys and found one that I decided to use and I put it in this post and typed out all the answers into the little boxes and I had to keep holding down the space bar or it jumped back up to the top and it was so irritating and then when I finally finished and submitted the blog, none of my answers showed. UGH! Just for you, I'll give it another go:

You wanna know about me? Ask me.

The end. -Lauren

Fond of 'Mallows

You know what I find borderline hilarious? My emo phase. When I was in the midst of my cool girl days, I had a streak of love-sick depression in which I got really obsessed with emo music. My top two favorite artists were definitely Ashlee Simpson and My Chemical Romance. Ashlee was my IDOL. I remember how badly I wanted to dye my hair black and I tried to dress like her all the time and I'd just walk around listening to MCR on my iPod, thinking I was so incredibly cool. I hope you know this is making me crack up right now. I am such the polar opposite of my middle school self it's astonishing. My dream of having dark hair finally did come true though, hehe. I really really want to watch Kiki's Delivery Service right now. If you don't know what that is, you have my full permission to punish yourself Dobby style. It's the greatest, cutest Miyazaki movie EVER! And I L-O-V-E his movies, so that's saying a lot. I also really badly want s'mores right now. Mmm s'mores. Mostly for the burnt-to-the-crisp marshmallows. They're my FAVE! De-freakin-licious, that's what they are. Once in Chemistry I toasted marshmallows on the Bunsen burner. That was an enjoyable experience. I think it goes without saying that I was awful at labs and became notorious for breaking things. Silly me. The 'mallows were worth it. I'm looking up at my hamburger phone Juno magnet and wishing I had a hamburger phone. I wonder if I'd use it...I haven't had a land line in my room for years. I remember the first phone I got put in my room, it was for Christmas and I unwrapped and re wrapped the present under the tree. It was pretty much the shit. Then I got this Nickelodeon phone from I don't remember where but it was the shittiest shit on the planet! It had cool Nick themed ring tones and it was colorful and... damn did I love that thing. I'm pretty sure after that I just had my cell phone and that's it. For the longest time I didn't even have a clock in my room besides my phone because I couldn't sleep with the awkward, incessant buzzing it made (I was quite the insomniac, you see). Now I've got an iHome to fill the role of clock but still no replaced land line. I would get a hamburguesa phone but it totally conflicts with the theme of my room. Maybe there's some colorful, mod phone out there I can rustle up. I'll have to look into it more carefully.

Alright, I'm off to scrub a dub dub, Lauren.

Fond of Mother Nature

Hmm, what to blog about? Today was a rather boring day. Actually, come to think of it I feel like today has exceeded 24 hours. Maybe because of late start, I don't know. I accomplished next to nothing. If you asked me how today was, I'd say "Eh." Bleh blah bluh bloh. I wish it snowed in Southern California. It's November 4th and it had to have been at least 80 degrees today. What is up with that? Sweats season has officially begun but I think someone forgot to notify the weather. I guess I'll have to do it myself. Hey, uh, Mr. Weather? Or is it Mother Nature? Whoever you are, it's November and time to get chilly. A little gloom wouldn't do any harm. You never know, maybe even a little rain. I want wearing scarves, coats, and boots while drinking hot beverages to be a necessity. I beg of you, at least make it colder before Christmastime. Or else I will freak out, to say the least. I'm getting desperate here. Can we make a bargain and just move the temperature during the day down to the 60s? Warm weather increases stress, and I'm already in enough high-stress environments. PLEASE! I am literally groveling. You can see how much I like you from the title of this blog, so come on and return the favor. I guess I can turn to bribes but I don't think of you as that cheap. I sure hope I'll be able to sing "The sun won't come out, tomorrow!" tomorrow. That will bring me buckets of joy!

I've got to go cross my fingers for a rainy day now, so until next time, Lauren.

Fond of Progress

I'm in SOOCH a weird mood. I am weeeeird (KIbK reference)! I've been in my room applying to college for the last 3 hours and I feel like I literally haven't uttered a word to anyone. Maybe I should test my voice to make sure I still have one....MEEP! I said it out loud too. It barely worked. What's happening to me?!?! I just got this new app on my phone so that I can type all these ah-dorable little creatures and emoticons and I'm going wild using them. I just realized that I'm STARVING. I mean, not actually in a life or death sense, but I haven't eaten since lunch at approximately 11:15. Also my hands are cramping up like crazy from all the college app typing and clicking and whatnot. I don't know how much longer I can go on. But I will, for your sake. I think when I'm done with this I'll go eat and watch West Wing or something awesome like that. Wanna hear the good news? There's actually two things. One, I have late start tomorrow! Hip hip, hooray! For you imbeciles out there, this means I don't have to go to school until 9am which is a huge improvement from the usual 7:45am. Two, I decided today to apply to the University of Michigan (at Ann Arbor), and I am ecstatic! I learned about the school obvz from my AVPM buddies, but I researched it today and it is super-duper-ally-ooper-amazing! I made a huge amount of progress on my applications after I filled out the UMich app. I just have a few essays to write and revise, and I'm done! Can you believe it? Little 'ol me, applying to the big C-O-L-L-E-G-E?! I can't either. It is trés exciting though. And scary. And crazy. And everything new and insane. Oh my am I going wild right now! I can barely even put it into words. If I'm sitting for one more minute I honestly will spontaneously combust, so I think you'd agree that I should probably go. Yay for progress putting me in a good mood!

Adios amigos! -Lauren.

Fond of Persimmons

Before I get into what I really want to talk about, I'd like to take a moment to ponder the word "persimmon." It honestly just popped into my head and voila, I had a useful random subject to discuss. Persimmon itself is an actual fruit, but this is not the specimen with which I am concerned. The word persimmon is simply delightful and pleasant to say in its own. Try it, I guarantee it'll make you feel happier, or your money back (not that you're paying anything). It makes me feel that way though, and it's pretty much how I'm feeling right now. Thus, I am going to dub persimmon my own word. I'm pleasantly persimmon.

On to a more serious subject. Tonight I had my first mock trial competition! (Hold for applause) And . . . we DOMINATED! It felt so good, let me tell you. It was kind of like a persimmon if you think about it. I guess not really though. It was so intense being there in the court room, but at the same time was much more relaxing than expected. I am so proud of our Defense Team and ecstatic that we are going to advance to the next round! I mean, how impressive is it that we were SO good the judge couldn't even let a pity verdict slide? We won that too! Danielle, Grace, the Fasaners, Doc, Mo, Ace (me), and JotheJoker herself kicked some serious ass tonight. Congratulations to us! I feel like we should have some very merry un-birthday type celebration. The In n Out more or less sufficed, I suppose, but I still just want to jump for joy!

I'm off to eat some persimmons, Lauren.

Fond of Cats

It's kind of freaking me out that it's only 9:12pm. Isn't it supposed to be 10:12? Yeah. But daylight savings time made the hours fall back. So I got an extra hour of sleep this morning how fantastic is that?! I'm making it sound like it was just for me, but you got it too, yay for you! Today, my main man O-Money showed me the greatest video on Earth, "Cats Inspired by Cats." It made me laugh up a furball. No kidding. I wish I could show you guys all the video. Oh wait, I can! (http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=cats+inspired+by+cats&search_type=&aq=0&oq=cats+inspired+b) That formatted kind of strangely, but there you have it babushkas! You should also go on to watch it's inspiration "Kittens Inspired by Kittens." You'll get a bunch more furballs. Then, you should make like shampoo after you've lathered and rinsed and repeat! Watch those golden lil videos over and over again until the laughing has given you a migraine. I'm telling you, it's worth your while. Yo necesito estudiar por un examen de español. Or maybe I'm better off than I thought! I kid, I really really do need to study. However, I think I'll watch CIbC, the new meaning to my life, instead.

It may be controversial, but I love him! -Lauren

Fond of Halloween

This is an advanced apology for this blog post. I am too tired and feel too sick to even know what I'm writing. I just sneezed approximately 8 times in 2 minutes. Goodnight and I'll see you at tomorrow's blog post that will surely make up for this.

Happy Halloween! -Lauren