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| 09:17am 23/02/2006 |
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mood:  working
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last night I should have gone to sleep when i meant to. I left Inspector when the run was over, I went and found Phil and Barbara in the Black Box and then I came up to my room with every intention of going to sleep. But then sleep got postponed because my computer was screwing with me and I couldn't check my mail yet (which I hadn't checked since 6pm and it was due time). So i restarted my computer and wandered into the living room where Nicole was watching Fabulous Lives of Famous People's Relatives...boooo...whatever...my computer finally restarted and i checked my mail..then I wandered back out to the living room to drink some water and read my book at the window. Elise went into the kitchen to make tea and, of course, I thought---hey, make me some. So when tea was ready I got up to make myself some and (because his window is directly opposite me on the other side of the building) I noticed that Rob was still up in his room, his back to me, and some of his roomates were wandering...So I thought, hey--I'll bring Rob some tea (it was now like 12:15am). So I made us tea and then took it down the hall to Rob's room and I distracted Rob from his paper with tea and conversation until about 1 maybe...then I headed back to my room where I washed the cups and sat down to read some more for about 20 more minutes. Then the blury eye symptom of sleep started to overcome me and I had to put the book down, turn off the light, and finally head to bed. I was asleep immediately and woke up 7.5 hours later at 9am.
i know this is all really boring but i'm really tired so to me it seems like its worth mentioning.
today--
curves
props/Carl running lines
get set model from Narelle
model making class for which I am fully prepared
pajama game opening night party
at some point i should study for psychology... |
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| 10:59pm 15/09/2005 |
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mood:  sarcastic
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i'm so BORED right now. i know i SHOULDn't be....I know i SHOULD be sleeping instead of staying up...but...right now i'm not tired...
work is going REALLY well. I LOVE it there. PS: I work at Roundabout for those of you who don't know. I really hope they hire me after my internship. that would just about make my year. I could work part-time during school and then full time when the summer comes...I could either, then, live at school or live in my uncle's attic...which is cheaper and more feasible...
and i'm bored. i will go eat and play fishball. |
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| 10:15am 11/08/2005 |
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mood:  grumpy
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Whilst I was chasing the dog yesterday I managed to stub my right baby toe on the wall. It's not broken and not out of joint...but it's bruised and since it's so small it's also stiff and it hurts...and it's part-purple. PRETTTYYYY....but it hurts. And I think the dog knows I hate him because he keeps trying to lure me to the wall.... |
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| 08:59pm 09/08/2005 |
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mood:  chipper
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ah yes, the infamous california cheese trees... |
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| so...yeah...been a while |
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| 08:14pm 09/08/2005 |
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mood:  restless
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Ok. So now just a brief summary of Lauren:
May- Came home for the summer, got my job at Mah-Kah-Wee Residential Camp
June- Worked at Camp
July- Aunt and Cousins in Florida with us for 4th of July break
- Worked at Camp
- Read Harry Potter 6
- Got fired from Camp due to a stupud kid and a stupid fucking mother whose kids should probably be taken away from her
- Read Harry Potter 1 and 2
August- Worked for mom, got stuff for school, bought plane ticket back to NYC
- Read Harry Potter 3, and working on 4
*Bored out of my mind*
Miss my friends
wanna go back to school
laurs |
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| 06:19am 16/05/2005 |
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mood:  caffeinated
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The time is 6:20. I have been up since 9:30 yesterday morning. YEAH. I heart all-nighters.
Sociology final at 9:30. Then moving stuff into storage w/ LEMA.
The probabably a nap.
mmmmmmm nap. |
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| :two years can fly by so fast: |
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| 05:25pm 06/05/2005 |
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mood:  thoughtful
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Damn. That's all really have to say. Damn. It's not two years to the date, but rather to the fact. Today was my last day of classes. I was sitting here, remembering the last day of classes senior year of high school. What a trip that was. I remember leaving in a mild hurry. We left Ms. Porro's class crying...then we made our way to the theatre. Not that it mattered. I mean, Rugerio hated our class so whatever. But we went anyway. Just to see if we could squeeze any more demented words of wisdom from her mouth. For example: "you are the rock that helps us move" and "go to the desktop, click on vesuvius and BOOM" and "chicken sandwich". Ah..the days that I really don't miss.
That day, though, our real last day of highschool....we got outta there. Daveed and Ashley and I jumped into his car and drove to Einsteins...mmm...lunch. Then we went to Daveed's house and Ash and I watched him clean his room. We then drove to Ashley's house so she could grab a change of clothes. Then we drove all the way to George's house. I think it ended up being Ashley M, George, myself, Daveed, Blake F, Ashley G and Rachel...maybe Jordan? I just remember that some people hadn't bothered...they were going off to get high. We watched Crouching Tiger in George's living room, then attacked the hottub and Blake and Grombol sunbathed. What a time that was. We had fun that day. A lot of fun.
It's weird looking back and thinking of what happened soon after. The next time I saw anyone was when Daveed and I drove to the psych review session with Cravens...whose name I couldn't remember for a sec. And then when we did a Perkins review session the morning of the AP exam. 5 of us wanted to study, 5 of us didn't so we were divided and kicking each other under the table at Perkins amongst pancakes and omelets. Then there was I think the next day when we went to graduation rehearsal. What a joke. Afterward we went to lunch with Cravens in Winter Park...and I remember Murph getting pissed at George and Daveed bitching at Grombol because she was talking on the phone at the table...and I remember the drive home in Daveed's car. Then of course there was Graduation...Daveed's speech made me cry..which was weird because I'd read it beforehand with all of its Les Miz and 4276 references. I remember where I stood in line. I remember cheering for some people and not for others. I remember making faces when Trochinsky spoke. I remember going up the stairs, getting my diploma, and walking down the stairs and then posing for pictures, all the while watching my mother, father, sister, grandparents and surrogate grandparents smiling.
I didn't really see anyone that summer. I went to Universal with Daveed and Grombol one day. I snuck them through the backlot so we didn't have to walk all the way around to the front of IOA. Ash and I had a great time making Daveed go on Jimmy Neutron (he was pissed that it wasn't hanna barbara anymore) and then we hurt our boobs on that ride . Andy was working that day at Shrek and he got us in the VIP door. We were so sore when we got back to the car that night...
The next time I saw anyone was the week before I left for school. A trip to Jungle Jims was planned. A lot of us were there...which was nice I guess....it had just started getting awkward...a situation i had never wanted. but the truth was that I was going to new york and some people had wanted to but weren't able to ....and that made it hard for those of us who got this opportunity....I remember the day that Grombol got her rejection letter from NYU...we were all rooting for her so hard...when that day came...her mail usually got there early but that day...the day she expected the letter, her mom kept telling her the mail hadn't come. Ashley believed her...but on some level Daveed and I knew that the letter wasn't coming. She cried so hard...we did too. I think we were working on the senior VPA showcase at the time...or the banquet? whatever it was, it broke our hearts to see her that way. Daveed got into NYU but it was so hard to watch him not get into all the other schools. When he, the valedictorian, didn't get into Boston U, but I did, that was hard. It was probably hardest for me...and I feel so wrong saying that....so many people didn't get into the schools they wanted or experienced rejection....I applied to 9 schools and ended up getting accepted by 8 of them.
When the ARTS scholarship grades were up, we all checked them online. The first and second highest rankings are the ones that get awards or whatever. That was Rispoli and Grombol. I had the third highest ranking (a 7, I think)...ME.....in an acting scholarship competition...I had the third highest ranking and yet there were people who wanna make this their career and they had lower rankings than me...I really hated it.....those who are successful are not always the happiest because you think that you may be taking away the chance for others who deserve it....I guess it was just a weird year for me....
But here we are two years later...and life is so different. I have a little bit of contact with people from high school through facebook and through livejournal....I talk to Daveed like, once every 3 months and he lives half an hour from me. It's a new world when you come to college. I can't believe I've now been through 2 years of college. that's 20 classes. 20 classes is more than 3 years of high school....this is so intense....and the thing is....in high school....I just changed so much within the four years that every year was a very different experience, senior year being the best of these...but junior year was pretty good too. College...both years have been incredibly similar...except that this year I had a more prominent position in our theatre community. But I still have the same friends, the same theatre professors....but as similar as they've been...I can still see the distinct differences....my roomates are completely different than I had last year...the bitch of the room is bitchier than the bitch of the room last year....my roomate is more like me this year than ashley was last year...and I think the biggest difference is the respect. In high school there wasn't a whole lotta that. There were favorites and I wasn't one of them. But here...as the props mistress I am relied on. As a stage manager I am counted on...and my peers think a LOT of me. I mean, they're calling on me to do jobs they could never see themselves being capable of doing...and that's BIG. that's....amazing. It's more than I could ever have hoped for coming out of DP. DP may have planted the fear of God in me, but Fordham has made me realize that, if there was ever a god of theatre (i.e. Dionysus), he really likes me. |
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| birthday (yesterday) |
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| 07:56pm 04/05/2005 |
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mood: just cheesy-go-easy
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Yes kids. Lauren's birthday was yesterday. sorry you missed out. Woke up, went to two classes that blew. Went to the diner with Ali and Eri. Ali and Eri got me some cute gifts. Went back to the room cuz I wasn't goin to work. Visited Maria in the shop. Did some minor food shopping with Maria. Bought myself some music on Amazon. Watched HOUSE!!! Went with Ali to purchase the POTO film at Tower then did some minor shopping. Came back to the room, watched POTO and the special features until 3:30 am. And Elise got me a card and peanut butter bar from Starbucks. Aw man, I love friends :) |
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| Stressed? For college students: |
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| 07:52pm 12/04/2005 |
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mood:  sore
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I have found the remedy: if you are in college
Materials:
cookie dough
a bed
friends
Music
Directions: Eat cookie dough. turn on music. jump on bed. Making moaning noises so that everyone in your dorm (apartment) thinks you are having sex.
Trust me it makes you feel so much more relaxed afterwards (never used one of these before)
if this does not work: find boyfriend |
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| Baseball Season is here again |
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| 06:58pm 10/04/2005 |
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mood:  relaxed
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Baseball season is so beautiful. The spring is just barely in bloom...the grass has come in, the flowers are showing signs of buds, and the leaf buds on trees are just peeking their tiny green heads out. Yesterday I sat in the park.
I meant to sit down, eat lunch, do homework. Unfortunately I had changed bags before I left the apartment and I didn't bring a pen. So I sat down and ate my lunch, but didn't get any homework done. Instead I sat on our favorite rock right next to the clay baseball fields and watched. In one corner, you had the Little Leaguers and their parents. In the other corner you had the neighborhood teams...the big thug-looking guys who lost their chance to play ball back in high school by messing up their knees or something.
I mostly watched the Little League...orange and blue. When the blue team is up, one of their coaches pitches the ball while orange plays the other defense positions, and vice versa. I'd never seen that before. In Little League softball, they actually let the girls pitch. It was a great game. One funny moment...the orange team was at bat and their coach pitched the ball to this short fair-haired batter who happens to have dead aim. The pitch, the contact with the bat, the ball goes whirling at the coach's head and he ducks, throwing his whole body to the mound. He got up, and the orange clay matched his orange jersey. Hilarious.
I've gotta say...I'm really happy that Rory and I didn't have a brother. I mean, we both played softball (I think I was better, but I can say that because she's better at basketball and soccer). And we didn't have a brother vying for attention. I watched one of the Little League dads...since his playing son wasn't at bat yet (blue team), he took his younger son and daughter (looked like twins) and played catch with them behind the cage. He began with the little girl in her pink and white outfit and too-huge-for-her leather baseball mit. He would underhand the ball and just close enough that she wouldn't have to make any effort to catch it. And when she would throw it back, it might not make it all the way to him. But I think that's because he didn't make an effort to better her arm. Because then he told her to let her brother have a turn...in his blue shirt and green shorts and yankee baseball cap. Dad told the little boy to stand back further, and he would overhand the ball. And he would make his son work to catch that ball. At one point, the little girl was really upset that she hadn't had a turn in a while, but dad just kept throwing harder at the brother, making him dive for it. At one point, both father and son lost interest because older son was at bat. The little girl went to pick up the ball and hit her hand on a twig. She cried. Dad picked her up, brought her to mom sitting in the stands, and then came back and played more catch with his son.
My sister and I...we both had our own mitts, our own bats, our own baseballs and softballs. We always got turns and we both played on the team. If we had had a brother...well, I can only imagine what that would have been like...I wouldn't have liked it, I can tell you that. |
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| 09:27am 29/03/2005 |
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mood:  BLEHHHH
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i still feel pretty sick. i mean, my stomach is telling me "Lauren, don't you dare feed me" because if I do, it'll explode again. ew. my face looks pretty funny too with all the broken capillaries. I told Steve it's a test marketing of freckles, that I told them no, but it'll go away in a few days.
man, i hate food poisoning. thank god for makeup. |
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| Outsourcing at McDonald's Drive Thrus |
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| 05:11pm 12/03/2005 |
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mood:  jealous
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Look Who's Talking at the Drive-Through
Fri Mar 11, 8:42 AM ET Oddly Enough - Reuters
LOS ANGELES (Reuters) - McDonald's Corp. wants to outsource your neighborhood drive-through. The world's largest fast-food chain said on Thursday it is looking into using remote call centers to take customer orders in an effort to improve service at its drive-throughs.
"If you're in L.A.... and you hear a person with a North Dakota accent taking your order, you'll know what we're up to," McDonald's Chief Executive Jim Skinner told analysts at the Bear Stearns Retail, Restaurants & Apparel Conference in New York. Call center professionals with "very strong communication skills" could help boost order accuracy and ultimately speed up the time it takes customers to get in and out of the drive-throughs, the company said.
I think this is officially the most retarded thing I've ever heard of. And if they start outsourcing my drive thru to New Delhi like DELL does, well then I won't be buying their chicken fajitas from the dollar menu anymore. |
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| weekend number one |
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| 11:10pm 26/02/2005 |
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The first half of our run of Imaginary Invalid is finally over. seriously, I'm going to NEED four 3 days to recover from the great jaws of death (aka my clear-com) crushing my head. Not only that, but i've walked into my room the past two nights a little "out of it" and have just thrown my shit all over the room. Which means that now it looks like Lauren's room went splody. Cleaning will NOT be fun. Oh grr.. |
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| 12:35pm 21/02/2005 |
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