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MERRY CHRISTMAS

& a h a p p y n e w y e a r

...Epic Fail!

I haven't updated for you guys in FOREVER. Ugh. Kill me.

School's killing me slowly, and December, has of course, been the busiest month. Angel stories, along with The Big Finals have left me grasping at air.

OY.

So.
Here's the deal.

The notebook is officially ready for mailing (Can you believe I got it this past MARCH?! LAUREN, YOU IDIOT!), so that will be done with soon, and cards! Oh, cards! They'll be on their way, too.

So look out for mah mail.

L.

I give. Haitus.

So I was looking at this earlier and considered posting, but the truth is...

I'm too lazy to log in.

So.
You'll have to deal with an occasional update when I get over this mess, but until then, happy November, happy NaNoWriMo, and I hope your word counts all suck a little more than mine.

...Just kidding. I hope they slaughter mine, because once again, I'm starting out behind.

Lovehugswhateverwhateverandluck,
Lauren

TOO LONG, LAUREN!

Alright. Things have sucked lately, and I'm done talking about it, because you all have asked at one point and that's my excuse.

So I'm just going to move on.

I'm only online now at nights, so I'm pretty sure that blogging is our last connection. I'm SO sorry.

In other news, I checked my email tonight.

And, I have come to a conclusion about my life: When you graduate from school, I have decided to marry you.

...
Well. Okay... That's awkward.

Also, in case you noticed, my 'Drama Experience' list hasn't been changed in a while, so I'm updating that with:

• 'Miss Irwin' in 'Goodbye to the Clown'
• 'Joe (Josephina)' in 'Father of the Bride'

NaNoWriMo is COMING UP SOON. Be excited people. 50,000 words in thirty days of literary abandon. Sounds chaotic and wonderful to me.

I hate Southmoore, at the moment. Too dramatic, too new, too 'wannabe'. Plus, Junior year sucks. If it weren't for drama, I'm pretty sure I'd be taking internet classes. Not kidding, I can't stand it.

Hope you all are having an awesome year, and I'm so sorry I haven't sent the notebook/posted/etc/etc...

<3
Tell me about it.

Ps - Add me at NaNoWriMo.org (S/N: darnedpencil).

A Moment of Intense Nothingness.

Alright, so life is kicking me in all sorts of unpleasant places at the moment. Literally, I can't do/finish/focus on anything. So please, bear with me. The notebook is NOT forgotten, just... Postponed heavily, and yes, I plan on totally submitting to the consequences of that.

Um...
Oh! I love you guys! You make my day!

Creative Writing's not overall unpleasant, just kind of awkward. I hate when my parents go read things I've written or played a part in creating, and the other day, they went to open house and Mr. Wilmarth was all over the pen name project.

HORRIFYING.

And I'd love to tell you what my puesdonym is, but not only would I have to kill you, it's also kind of personal.

I can't stand being around my family lately, and they don't want me on the computer often.

I wonder who's reading this.

I mean, I know Laura, Jessie, Anna, Keila, Katie, and even Erin on occasion, but... Not logged in; not commenting. Because I know I'm on Google because I was stupid one time when I was being emotionally raped, but that's beside the point.

Who are you, stalkers?
Why do you know me?

It's Been Too Long.

Ugh.
I miss you guys.

SOON, I'll get everything up and running again.
Including life, which is kind of getting knocked out of the balance lately.
But that's okay.
I have amazing friends for a reason, right?

<3

Hay, Kai.
Don't Google me. x)

Shaky, Shivery, and Shocked.

So Dream Boy and I have been e-mailing, right; because e-mailing is safer than talking one-on-one, realtime?

Apparently not.

The other day, he e-mailed me, and I missed it (until now), and then today, he'd e-mailed me, out of the blue (usually it's him, me, him, me...), for the second time in a row, and all it said was...

"For some very weird reason, I want to kiss you... o_O"

My stomach is going insane.
While I would definetely say I don't want it, I know I really do. And I shouldn't. He's working me again, maybe. Maybe... He's just seeing what I'll do.

Either way, it seethes a little, but I can't feel it, because I'm so... Struck by the crazy simplicity in it, I guess, that it's eating me alive. I'm HAPPY, and I don't want to be.

Ah, fantastic.
Here we go again, Lauren.