Oh, Baby, Baby.

Alright, so today was awesome.

Firstly, "A", (who I have this stupid crush on... WHY?) stops me on the way to lunch and goes,

"A": "What's your last name?"
Lauren: (sigh) "Reynolds?"
"A": "So it WAS you they were talking about!"
Lauren: (concerned and stunned look) "Ooohhhkaaayyy..."
"A": "Oh, no, it was good, I swear!"

Which was weird, I will not lie. But whatevaah.
And then at lunch...

M.B.W.: "Yeah, so Bronson talked about you in class today."
Lauren: "Oh, crap."
MBW: "Actually, she wasn't shutting up about how great you did in the One Act."
Lauren: (DIES.) "You're LYING!"
MBW: "Haha. Nope. She doesn't give compliments to people's faces."
Lauren: (DIES AGAIN.)
MBW: "I have to say, I'm getting sick of hearing about you. Everyone that's talked about One Acts has talked about you."
Lauren: "STOP ITTTT. I'M GOING TO FREAK OUT AGAINNNN."


Oh, and last night, "A" was all saying hi to people and high fiving and all that jazz, and I was like "Hey, I need to get in on this partay." So I kind of jumped up there and before I even got there he had his arms all open and I was like YESSSSSSSSSSSS. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSs. And yes, it was an amazing hug.

I knew there was a reason I voted him most huggable. :)

But he's totally taken, girls. No hot gossip here.
He's still really nice, though.

Anywhom.

Oh, so I BOUGHT THE HOST TODAY.
It's frigging long. :)
But okay so far.

Also, I won't be able to talk *TOO* much this weekend, because we're having "family bondage (Whoops - BONDING) weekend". JAY KAY. It will be fun. I think.

And Anna, really darling, what are we going to do about our wedding?! I so want to be your unlawfully wedded wusbife. Hahaha.

:(

We'll work it out.

SHANK.

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In answer to "What, Lauren, is that little blurb of random at the bottom of your last post?", that would be a story I started working on a few months back, when I was trying out this storywriting software (free, but kind of limiting). I started to write this story, and when I was messing with it the other day, the first chapter kind of exploded.

So I'm throwing it on here for kicks, and seeing if I can't get a little more motivated for some Talon.

Argentina slipped on her flip flops as she opened the door, concentrating more on the floor than on what -or who, rather- was outside of her door.

"Um, hi, hello, Ms. um, Benney-luch-ee."

Argentina looked up with a start, her foot frozen over one of her flip flops, and then smiled warily at the woman. "It's actually pronounced Ben-na-loo-chee."

The woman blinked. "Oh. Sorry."

Argentina licked her lip, an annoying habit that had caused her habitual chapstick to show up in her back pocket. "It's okay, no worries. You can call me Argentina, though."

She nodded speedily.

"And you are...?"

More than once, Argentina had a fan show up, begging to see her "wings" or know how she'd done it, or, more often than not, get an autograph.

For the hundreds that had done it in the past three months she'd been famous, there hadn't been a fan who left disappointed... Minus the ones who wanted to actually see "wings", and even then, she wasn't mean.

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ENJOY.
Also, I am officially a member of the ITS (International Thespian Society) (Not a sexual preference - a society of actors).