GETTING TO KNOW ME!
Hi, everyone! This is kind of my post where you can get to know everything about me, if you're interested. (: <3 It's slightly tl;dr, but you should definitely read and make one of your own.
Peace and love, peace and love.
Hey! I'm Lauren. Man, to tell you the truth, I never tell anyone my age and you guys, no matter how awesome, are no exception. But seriously, you're all so incredible and I'm SO TEMPTED to reveal it.
Anyway, I will tell you, though, that my birthday is January 2nd, and man, I really hate birthdays. If I'm feeling like an optimist it's another year of my fabulous existence (:|) but if the glass is half-empty, then I'm just another year closer to death. I usually get books for this birthday thing I do and I haven't had a party since I was 6, which has been my choice.
Shit, now that I'm to this very enticing point in my story, I don't know what to tell you guys. I have trouble admitting my faults, and that's my biggest fault right there. I can be really, really harsh when it comes to telling the truth. I haven't quite learned that there's a line between honesty/being a bitch. :( I hate mean people. I'm hardly ever mean unless someone gives me a reason to be, then I'm out for blood like Edward Cullen. I open the door for the old ladies of the world, pick up people's trash so no one else has to, etc., etc. I know, I'm an ANGEL. I'm very quiet and polite and seem like a real goody two-shoes until you take the chance to know me. Then I'm loud and embarrassing and I curse like a sailor. But I'll do my best to make you smile and endure the humility that I will put you through. But if for some reason you just can't tolerate my bullshit, then all I can say is suck a dick. Just make sure there's no strange warts/bumps/discoloration. Safety first, right kids? Safe oral makes for great oral. That's what I always say.
I really hate Twilight, also. Mainly I'm just jealous of the way Edward glitters and so pissed that my boyfriend isn't exactly like him. Fuck Stephenie Meyer for her superior writing skills! It feels me with chagrin! If only Edward could take me away and I could be his spider monkey forever!
... Cough.
As you can tell, I'm extremely crude and immature. Yeah, I like that about myself. It makes for good jokes and good times. However, I'm also extremely shy and respectful and can contain myself when the need to do so comes knocking. I'm a big fat suck up, too. That's not a bad thing to me. It gets me where I need to go, and that is to far places. Right? Right.
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I live in Mississippi and most of the time, it's a pretty shitty place. I've got an awful southern accent that you would hate if you heard me. I get a lot of criticism for being from Mississippi. I'm either assumed to be fat, loud, stupid, or whatever else people like to label southerners as. However, I currently weigh in at 130 pounds (and that's at 5'6"-- I'm bordering underweight, you guys), I have all of my teeth, I don't like Nascar, and I make straight As and a few Bs. So like I've said, go suck a nice, porn-worthy dick. But yeah, Mississippi really is awful, and YEAH, OKAY, there are some pretty obese/stupid people here. I guess once you look past that and the fact that Wal-Mart is the thing to do on the weekends here, it's alright. I just happen to live in a shitty city. Some parts of here are beautiful though.
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Music is one of the most important aspects of my life. It's my passion. I breathe it. I hear it in everything. I play piano and clarinet, and everyday I improve. I'm no Mozart, but I sure as hell try to get to that point. My plan is to attend Juilliard. I want to be different, though. Juilliard is full of prodigies who didn't have to take a single lesson. Well, I've taken over 200 lessons and won't be good enough to get accepted until I'm 30. But when I do get accepted, I will blow their asses out of the water. I will be the most well-respected classical musician in New York. I have no doubt in my mind that music is my dream, what I was meant to do. Forever and ever and ever amen.
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So... there's this band, right? They're called The Beatles. And what they did was, they created music. They are legends. They are... I don't even know. The center of my universe. The boys that make up this band are John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr, and they are beautiful people. Now, I understand that The Beatles are no longer together and two of the members have passed (RIP), but I'm just going to talk about them in present tense. I can't explain what they have done for me. I can't explain it; it's unexplainable. Seriously. I've got this hat full of emotions. Pick one, and I'll tell you the solution. Mad? Listen to The Beatles. Sad? Listen to The Beatles. Angry? Beatles. Apathetic? Beatles. Happy beyond belief? Beatles. Period, end of discussion. And I'm not talking Eight Days A Week, I Wanna Hold Your Hand, or any of that. I'm talking remastered albums and bootlegged albums and seeing Paul McCartney live and crying every time I hear For No One. They're such a beautiful band and I'm glad that their music is still a continuing legacy. /end nerdiness
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I know I said earlier that I have a hard time pointing out my faults, and I do, but because you're Livejournal and often a rollercoaster of emotions for me, I'll do it.
I'm loud. I'm rude. I'm obnoxious. I make slightly bigoted comments and too many racist jokes. Doesn't mean I mean them, even if I do. I judge people way too quickly. I'm slightly hypocritical. I'm on the internet too much. I get upset really easily. I cry over books and TV and movies but not at funerals. I have a hard time telling people I love them. I don't clean up after myself. I can't whistle, smap, blow gum bubbles, or tie my shoes properly. I eat nothing but junk food. If I feel like it, I can tear you down to shreds. I'm a bitch sometimes. I have little faith in humanity at times and think I'm too good for a lot of things.
The good things, though? I love my friends more than life itself. I do everything I can to make sure they are happy, and then I worry about myself. I have passion for the things I do and sometimes, I really love people. I'm still a child. I really, really, really like myself sometimes. I cheer up other people when they need it. I'm polite. I hold the door open for people. I respect my elders as long as they respect me in return. I make good grades. I love children. I recycle. I love kids. I'm always smiling and laughing and do everything to make others do the same. I'm a good person and I know that much is true.
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I don't have many friends, I'll be the first to admit that. I sit at home most days because I have little no social life. I'm getting better about that. But the friends I do have? I owe EVERYTHING to them.
First, there's Nicole. She's the one up there on the right. She has been my best friend since 2nd grade and it's been a hell of an adventure. We've been through a lot of stuff together, whether it be big fights or small. Boy drama, girl drama, school drama, friend drama. You name it, we've been in it. But, she's the Robin to my Batman. The Patrick to my Spongebob. The nipple to my titty, man. She's the only person I can truly be myself around. When I'm with her, I don't care what people think. I can be loud and crazy and stupid. And so can she. We don't have one goddamn thing in common but somehow, we stick together. And I don't know where I'd be without her.
Then there's Jean. right up there. Yes, I'm aware that she's beautiful. She is the bright side to my bad day. The Brian Kinney to my Justin Taylor. The left to my right. Like The Beatles, she is unexplainable. I honestly... don't know how I got so lucky to have her in my life. She came to me at a really shitty point in time and turned it around. Every day, she makes me laugh until I cry and brightens up my night. I don't even have to talk to her; just knowing that she's in my life is the biggest comfort in the world. She makes everything in my life okay and I try to do the same for her. We've had pretty epic times together that I never, ever want to end. I love her to death and will never give her up.
And that... that is Shelby. My best friend since we were two years old. We're not exactly speaking right now. She woke up one day and decided that I didn't exist and now we're just... not friends. I said somethings I shouldn't have, but she hurt me a hell of a lot. I miss her more than anything and there is NOTHING I wouldn't do to get her back in my life. She is the greatest girl in the world, and I love her to death. When I'm hanging out with her, there is no drama at all and she's so laid back. We've had great, great memories together and I will never forget them. Whether or not she wants to be friends ever again, I don't know, but I can only hope she does because I cry every single day knowing we're not best friends anymore. I hope she changes her mind because I love her very, very, very much. <3
Peace and love, peace and love.
Hey! I'm Lauren. Man, to tell you the truth, I never tell anyone my age and you guys, no matter how awesome, are no exception. But seriously, you're all so incredible and I'm SO TEMPTED to reveal it.
Anyway, I will tell you, though, that my birthday is January 2nd, and man, I really hate birthdays. If I'm feeling like an optimist it's another year of my fabulous existence (:|) but if the glass is half-empty, then I'm just another year closer to death. I usually get books for this birthday thing I do and I haven't had a party since I was 6, which has been my choice.
Shit, now that I'm to this very enticing point in my story, I don't know what to tell you guys. I have trouble admitting my faults, and that's my biggest fault right there. I can be really, really harsh when it comes to telling the truth. I haven't quite learned that there's a line between honesty/being a bitch. :( I hate mean people. I'm hardly ever mean unless someone gives me a reason to be, then I'm out for blood like Edward Cullen. I open the door for the old ladies of the world, pick up people's trash so no one else has to, etc., etc. I know, I'm an ANGEL. I'm very quiet and polite and seem like a real goody two-shoes until you take the chance to know me. Then I'm loud and embarrassing and I curse like a sailor. But I'll do my best to make you smile and endure the humility that I will put you through. But if for some reason you just can't tolerate my bullshit, then all I can say is suck a dick. Just make sure there's no strange warts/bumps/discoloration. Safety first, right kids? Safe oral makes for great oral. That's what I always say.
I really hate Twilight, also. Mainly I'm just jealous of the way Edward glitters and so pissed that my boyfriend isn't exactly like him. Fuck Stephenie Meyer for her superior writing skills! It feels me with chagrin! If only Edward could take me away and I could be his spider monkey forever!
... Cough.
As you can tell, I'm extremely crude and immature. Yeah, I like that about myself. It makes for good jokes and good times. However, I'm also extremely shy and respectful and can contain myself when the need to do so comes knocking. I'm a big fat suck up, too. That's not a bad thing to me. It gets me where I need to go, and that is to far places. Right? Right.
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I live in Mississippi and most of the time, it's a pretty shitty place. I've got an awful southern accent that you would hate if you heard me. I get a lot of criticism for being from Mississippi. I'm either assumed to be fat, loud, stupid, or whatever else people like to label southerners as. However, I currently weigh in at 130 pounds (and that's at 5'6"-- I'm bordering underweight, you guys), I have all of my teeth, I don't like Nascar, and I make straight As and a few Bs. So like I've said, go suck a nice, porn-worthy dick. But yeah, Mississippi really is awful, and YEAH, OKAY, there are some pretty obese/stupid people here. I guess once you look past that and the fact that Wal-Mart is the thing to do on the weekends here, it's alright. I just happen to live in a shitty city. Some parts of here are beautiful though.
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Music is one of the most important aspects of my life. It's my passion. I breathe it. I hear it in everything. I play piano and clarinet, and everyday I improve. I'm no Mozart, but I sure as hell try to get to that point. My plan is to attend Juilliard. I want to be different, though. Juilliard is full of prodigies who didn't have to take a single lesson. Well, I've taken over 200 lessons and won't be good enough to get accepted until I'm 30. But when I do get accepted, I will blow their asses out of the water. I will be the most well-respected classical musician in New York. I have no doubt in my mind that music is my dream, what I was meant to do. Forever and ever and ever amen.
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So... there's this band, right? They're called The Beatles. And what they did was, they created music. They are legends. They are... I don't even know. The center of my universe. The boys that make up this band are John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr, and they are beautiful people. Now, I understand that The Beatles are no longer together and two of the members have passed (RIP), but I'm just going to talk about them in present tense. I can't explain what they have done for me. I can't explain it; it's unexplainable. Seriously. I've got this hat full of emotions. Pick one, and I'll tell you the solution. Mad? Listen to The Beatles. Sad? Listen to The Beatles. Angry? Beatles. Apathetic? Beatles. Happy beyond belief? Beatles. Period, end of discussion. And I'm not talking Eight Days A Week, I Wanna Hold Your Hand, or any of that. I'm talking remastered albums and bootlegged albums and seeing Paul McCartney live and crying every time I hear For No One. They're such a beautiful band and I'm glad that their music is still a continuing legacy. /end nerdiness
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I know I said earlier that I have a hard time pointing out my faults, and I do, but because you're Livejournal and often a rollercoaster of emotions for me, I'll do it.
I'm loud. I'm rude. I'm obnoxious. I make slightly bigoted comments and too many racist jokes. Doesn't mean I mean them, even if I do. I judge people way too quickly. I'm slightly hypocritical. I'm on the internet too much. I get upset really easily. I cry over books and TV and movies but not at funerals. I have a hard time telling people I love them. I don't clean up after myself. I can't whistle, smap, blow gum bubbles, or tie my shoes properly. I eat nothing but junk food. If I feel like it, I can tear you down to shreds. I'm a bitch sometimes. I have little faith in humanity at times and think I'm too good for a lot of things.
The good things, though? I love my friends more than life itself. I do everything I can to make sure they are happy, and then I worry about myself. I have passion for the things I do and sometimes, I really love people. I'm still a child. I really, really, really like myself sometimes. I cheer up other people when they need it. I'm polite. I hold the door open for people. I respect my elders as long as they respect me in return. I make good grades. I love children. I recycle. I love kids. I'm always smiling and laughing and do everything to make others do the same. I'm a good person and I know that much is true.
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I don't have many friends, I'll be the first to admit that. I sit at home most days because I have little no social life. I'm getting better about that. But the friends I do have? I owe EVERYTHING to them.
First, there's Nicole. She's the one up there on the right. She has been my best friend since 2nd grade and it's been a hell of an adventure. We've been through a lot of stuff together, whether it be big fights or small. Boy drama, girl drama, school drama, friend drama. You name it, we've been in it. But, she's the Robin to my Batman. The Patrick to my Spongebob. The nipple to my titty, man. She's the only person I can truly be myself around. When I'm with her, I don't care what people think. I can be loud and crazy and stupid. And so can she. We don't have one goddamn thing in common but somehow, we stick together. And I don't know where I'd be without her.
Then there's Jean. right up there. Yes, I'm aware that she's beautiful. She is the bright side to my bad day. The Brian Kinney to my Justin Taylor. The left to my right. Like The Beatles, she is unexplainable. I honestly... don't know how I got so lucky to have her in my life. She came to me at a really shitty point in time and turned it around. Every day, she makes me laugh until I cry and brightens up my night. I don't even have to talk to her; just knowing that she's in my life is the biggest comfort in the world. She makes everything in my life okay and I try to do the same for her. We've had pretty epic times together that I never, ever want to end. I love her to death and will never give her up.
And that... that is Shelby. My best friend since we were two years old. We're not exactly speaking right now. She woke up one day and decided that I didn't exist and now we're just... not friends. I said somethings I shouldn't have, but she hurt me a hell of a lot. I miss her more than anything and there is NOTHING I wouldn't do to get her back in my life. She is the greatest girl in the world, and I love her to death. When I'm hanging out with her, there is no drama at all and she's so laid back. We've had great, great memories together and I will never forget them. Whether or not she wants to be friends ever again, I don't know, but I can only hope she does because I cry every single day knowing we're not best friends anymore. I hope she changes her mind because I love her very, very, very much. <3