In other news

My six year old sister has perfected her impression of Paula Dean
[who actually bothers me to no end].
nevertheless, I am proud of her accomplishment.
Imagine a four foot tall red headed child reenacting this:



creepy? maybe. but mostly splendid.

love.lauryn.

"for all of you playing a drinking game out there..."

how many times do YOU think John McCain said my friends in the presidential debate tonight?
Now taking bets.

Sausage?

I just finished The Jungle by Upton Sinclair.
I don't care how much the packing industries have changed,
I shall never look at meat the same.
Or Chicago, circa 1905 ...

It's addicting and a classic.
I highly recommend it.

love.lauryn.

a shameless plug.

http://www.myspace.com/ledaandtheswansmusic

GO.
My dear friends are beautiful musicians
and Leda & the Swans is their wonderful music.

Listen, Listen, Listen

The bills keep changing colors...

While reading an introduction to one of his plays, I came across a quote by Tennessee Williams that I think is worth sharing.

"Security is a kind of death, I think, and it can come to you by storm of royalty checks beside a kidney shaped pool in Beverly Hills..."

After the chaotic year I have had, security sounds like the furthest thing from death I can think of. In fact, I can't count on two hands the number of times I have begged and wept for such a thing. But I suppose the grass is always greener, right? Of course financial stability would probably solve a lot of the initial problems a person has. On a list of my favorite things, living paycheck to paycheck would not make the cut. And yes, I hate that I even had the idea of selling my blood plasma in order to buy groceries for the week. [I mean really, who needs plasma?] Regardless, I can't help but get the sneaking suspicion that these kinds of experiences are absolutely essential. All of these "hard knocks" help to ground a person. [sorry, horrible Annie reference] It's all part of forming a sense of perspective...and inevitably gathering wonderful stories for later on. To be honest, uncertainty keeps life interesting. Tough times spark creativity and suffering produces inspiration. Besides, these few years are the only ones that allow me to be completely broke and get away with it.

to all of my loyal blog followers [ha!]

By the way, I am now using this blog for my english class as well.
Hence, the previous introduction :]

love.lauryn.

lauryn 101.

My parents named me Lauren. However, I prefer Lauryn. They also gave me this crazy ‘child of the eighties’ middle name which I won’t even begin to divulge. Like I said, I prefer Lauryn.

I just moved back to Northern California on Monday. I spent the last 6 months living in beautiful San Diego with my friends. Yet here I am, back in Sacramento, attending my third school, studying my third major and hoping to land at my final destination [UCSD or UCI] next fall.

Right now, I’m toying with the idea of joining the Peace Corps after I graduate. For my own sanity, I need to do something that impacts the world outside of my own. We’ll see what happens.

I love drawing, photography and illustration. I adore music even though I can’t play a single instrument of my own. When I am bored, I spend hours finding and buying new music. The best gift I've ever received was my record player last Christmas.

This is my dog, her name is Nikki. She is lazy in every sense of the word. Sometimes I can make her howl. I guess she thinks she's a wolf, go figure.

Well, enough about me. Really.

blow away

i can't escape the word

that combination of letters,
it's everywhere.
street signs, business names, stranger's conversations...
go away, please,
and let me be.

blow away...

found & lost

we burn a magnificent amount of bridges in the course of a lifetime.

people exit our lives just as quickly as they entered.
due to some sort of something, big or small, communication was severed.
the reason can be as simple or complex as you like,
but in spite of it all they are gone.

i always wonder about the could-have-beens.

those who slipped through the cracks.
those whose potential was never learned.
those who i won't ever see or meet again.
the ones i didn't even give a fighting chance.

oh, but there is beauty in fragility.

..

somewhere in the middle it lies.

betwixt & between a finite conclusion
and a trailing elapse of time.

caught in the crux of the certain and lax,

undefined abyss, yawning chasm,

this is the place it calls home.

destined to wander in limbo,
it is forever lost in oblivion.

this is the problem of the perlipsis.

Who called it?

I became bored with my blog.
Or at very least, lazy.
My last post was almost 2 months ago on Christmas Eve.
This is me telling you [whoever you may be] that I am going to try and make an effort to revive this blog.
We'll see what happens.
[i totally called this in my first post. me. i know myself too well]


love.lauryn.