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).

Bopdoodeedoo.

Well, it sucked. Our play FELL APART, and we ended up skipping three-fourths of it.

So as I'm about to BAWL (the Shakespeare Abridged one got first, by the way), Jasmine runs up to me and says "Oh my God, Lauren. Your show sucked. BUT... You completely made it. You MADE the show. Everytime you got onstage it was like 'FINALLY!' and you made me cry. You were so emotional."

Lauren: (blank stare) "Liar."

Jasmine: "Um, excuse me, but I am black and you know me well enough to know that I tell you when you suck."

And I thought about it. And yeah. She does. Yikes.

And then, a while later, Kelvin, this senior who I love dearly, comes up to me and goes "Girl, you totally OWNED your show. You ROCKED IT."

I was like :O
And literally kind of screamed and jumped around like an idiot.

Anywho, at the end, they gave these 'All-Star' awards to EIGHT people who were written down by ALL three judges as showing exceptional talent out of ten that they wrote - the judges didn't get to compare notes - and no, I was not one of them.

But later, Jasmine was telling me she had talked to Baugus (she didn't get an award either) and said that Baugus had told her that the only other people who had gotten two judges to vote for them were JASMINE AND I.

OH MY GOODNESS.

I was so happy.
Like, we failed.
And got no awards or anything.
But I was jumping around.
And being so hyperhappy.

:)

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Harriet waited excitedly out the door for her client. Argentina Beneluchi, Luca DeMarco's close friend and personal savior, as he had proclaimed her, was right inside that door, getting ready for not only a press meeting - the biggest one Harriet, a thirty-seven-year-old publicist, had ever been to -, but also a meeting with the stars of 'Miracle Workers' on the 'Dharma and Kenneth' nightly show, since basically, the show had been plotted around her entire life... Minus the fact that she lived in a crappy orphanage.
The pudgy woman adjusted her glasses nervously. She was used to stars (not major ones, but stars all the same) demanding things left and right, and none of them even had touched the kind of fame Luca DeMarco had skyrocketed her into.
Rightfully, she was scared that this girl, only seventeen, would want more than her other clients had - that she would want Harriet's soul.

Happy Sink Of Day My OH!

:)

It's my grandad's birthday. But I don't know how old he is, just that he's older than I am, and hopefully older than Dad.

So, a couple very exciting events coming up, and to make sure that I actually remember them (not to mention make you make me tell you about them -as if that weren't confusing-), I will list them ALL!

- One Act Competitions are TOMORROW! We go first, and I am SO incredibly nervous. It's my first competition in acting (not the first time I've acted) and the first time I've taken direction, albeit forced, from a student director. Plus, it's about Anne Frank, and who doesn't want to be involved with that kind of stuff? Unfortunately, a lot of people, because 'The Complete Works of Shakespeare: Abridged' is also being done. Jerks.

- They're making 'WAKE' INTO A MOVIE!
MAY FOOLS, you cinco de Mayo celebrators, although I wish it were true (as long as they didn't screw it up and I was helping direct - ha, ha). It's my favorite book right now. It beats Twilight even. Cabel is love, and Janie isn't whiney.

- Official Twilight Teaser Trailer is OUUUUUUT (on MySpace). See here.

- Speaking of the Meyer Factor, 'The Host', her first adult novel that I've been salivating about, comes out TODAY (well... Tomorrow, I guess, but it's the wee hours of the sixth right now, so TODAY)!

- Samantha and I are performing 'Midnight Run' for Theatre in the Courtyard possibly - this is next week I'm talking about.

- Oh, crap. There was something else that I thought of in the middle of writing about Midnight Run, but now I can't remember it.

BASICALLY, in a nutshell, that's it.

Ha, ha.

Break a leg to everyone else getting up on stage any time soon!

When Hacking MySpace...

...Seems pretty fun.

Honestly, I don't remember this. All I know is that it was SEVENTH GRADE (04/05), and these were some of my best friends (Daniel's got the faux 'fro in the back, FYI).

I thought it might just be worth the kicks and grins.

Also, I'm the blonde one in front, laughing my butt off. Go FIGURE. :)



As for Banquet pictures (which, it was YESTERDAY til THIS MORNING and yet still, CERTAIN SPECIFIC PEOPLE are asking for them), I have a couple, but nothing great. I know a lot of kids who took some and are posting them on Facebook, so I'll post as they appear.

Until then, enjoy.

BOOMDEYADA!

(see post below.)

Anywho.

TOMORROW IS BANQUET, and I've bought my shoes.

I also cut all my hair off, believe it or not, and have side bangs. I'm kind of feeling great and sick all at once about it. Like, it's pretty and I love the feeling, but LONG HAIR!

The lady didn't know what an inch was, but hey, she did awesome anyway.

No worries - I'm going to pict-a-spam after banquet.

Also, I'm so very sorry I haven't seen you guys in the last two days. Tonight, we were out and about until ten (eleven in Maine), and the night before, I was in a horrible mood and my aunt showed up and things just made me want to scream.

I AM BETTER, THOUGH! In fact, I'm super hyper.

And. I think I might be watching Juno tomorrow in SciSem if Matt brings the video. YAY!

I lobe* you all. :D



*totally meant to say that. Promise.

I Love the Whole World!

Do you?

No?



WHAT ABOUT NOW?!

I saw this last night and about peed myself. I'm in love with it.

The Real Movie Post.

Since I forgot to give credit, because I am a bad person:

All credit for the clips goes to KateMaraFan.com.
The song is 'True', by Ryan Cabrera.
The transitions and fact that this was all thrown together is my fault.
Also, HIGH credit to the show 'Jack & Bobby'. And the WB.

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ALSO, check it:

Q:"HI ROBERT! I just wanted to say that I would choose you over Jacob any day! Marry me?" - Rachel

Q:"Robert, I love you! Please marry me! =D" - Elle

Q:"I have a question for Robert ... will you marry me?" - Ryan_the_girl

Q:"Will you marry me????" - Ady

Q:"Robert: Will you marry me?" - Cynthia

Q:"Marry me?" - Rachel

Q:"Will you marry me? J/K. I'm only 14." - Minh-Thu

Q:"Marry me?" - Kam

Q:"Hey, Robert! Will you marry me? You have beautiful eyes. And I think you should marry me." - Katie Howell

Q:"Will you marry me?" - Becky

Q:"Will you marry me?" - Christinax3

Robert Pattinson (Edward Cullen): It depends on what you look like. [Laughs.] No, not really. Well, yes. It's depending on how old you are and depending on a lot of other things. I don't like children, though; not at all. And you'd have to clap after every take on every job I do for the rest of my life.

I AM SO THERE.
But... Hmm...
Is Kellan a people person? Because I think I'd marry him.

Actually, yes. I'd marry him.

Banquet, Sleep, and other Non-Related Things.

MY BANQUET DRESS HAS BEEN BOUGHT!
I. am. THRILLED.

Plus, it was under fifty bucks. Still, my padre complains.
Oh, well.

It's 1:40ish. :) SLEEP.

Oh, and my MV maker has decided to start up (AGAIN) that whole freezing every six minutes crap. Meaning that it will be a while longer.

Also, I am not winning Screnzy this year. BIG surprise.

But it's all good.

MV

So, while I've been labouring over numerous paragraphs of unsullied CRAP that reeks of Clara (we've been having some arguments...), I decided 'oh, whatever, I'm going to take a break and slack' (though not in those words). Katie, being a genious, encouraged my movie making. :)

So here you go. If you can remember, the last movie I made was thirty seconds of Clara/Nicholas proportioned footage - most, not all, of it in actual video. This one, on the other hand, is so SO different:

It's a CLARA/ZACH MV, with ALL VIDEO, and not sad, because basically, it's the memories before everything.

(What's great is that the guy I've finally decided that sure, whatever, I'll use for Zach, has been in a series with Kate Mara, making my life fantastic!)

(Oh, and Zach is now not blonde. I was sad.)

ENJOY AND LOVE. :)

(----EDIT: I hate Blogger and Photobucket. The video crap has GOT TO STOP, guys! All uploading credit goes to YouTube. Freaks.)


UPDATED VERSION COMING SOON!!!
-If you saw the original, this one will be better. :)-

Happy Earth Day!

Dear friends, today is the day to recycle! To remember that our Earth is awesome! To go prance around a tree and...

Well, okay, basically, HAPPY EARTH DAY.

So I'm reading "Wake" again...

And pretty much, I just want to thank Elizabeth Scott for letting me be able to read such an amazing book. It's so deep and dark in places, and I'm not kidding, in some parts I had to look away from the pages because of the tension in the story. I've got a weakness for dreams (as you all may know), and this book has got to be one of my favorites.

Also, I'm saving the Stealing Heaven card that came with the "Wake" book. Elizabeth wrote on it, and since I'm pretty much obsessed over anything author-related, it's one of those treasures I'm sure to pull out of a shadow box when I'm seventy and be showing to my grandkids.

Speaking of 'obsessed', at the gymnastics meet for Kristen this weekend, one of the girls was sporting a shirt that read: "Obsessed is another word the lazy like to call the dedicated."

I think I like it. New mantra. Kind of.

I need to work on a whole Clara thing for you guys, as well as two essays for school, memorizing my lines as both 'Young Eva' in 'And Then They Came for Me: Remembering Anne Frank' and 'Fairy Godmother' (who's delightfully witty and absentminded, not to mention funny) in 'Cinderella, Cinderella', the children's theatre piece that's supposed to be memorized by Wednesday.

Yes. Yikes.

But WHATEVER. I love it.

Um, and thank you for the lovely posts, Jessie Lynn. :D

Twilight Movie News.

An official line from the movie is:

"You better hold on tight, spidermonkey."

-Edward to Bella, who is on his back.

I'm excited... Spidermonkey. Ahaha.

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ALSO (update):

I read Wake, by Lisa McMann, and I swear to anyone, IT IS AMAZING. Janie, a teenaged girl, has always been plauged with the curse of being sucked into people who fall asleep around her's dreams. Her life is spent hiding it, but when someone starts having murderous dreams and finds out that she can see them, things get a little complicated.

And. I love the name Cabel.

(Stupid awesome authors, thinking up the creative and stupidly original names that, you know, it might have been nice to tell me about before it was published.)

Just kidding. It's all love.

Packing, then Kansas!

KANSAS! WOO!

I'm leaving on Friday, so if you need to get ahold of me, call le cellular. Otherwise, I will most likely have to talk to you on Monday night. :P

I don't know if I'll be awake enough from packing/practice (they recasted older me. Oh, boy) to post tomorrow, so this may have to kind of serve as an I LOVE YOU TTYL! thing. Which I do love you, btw. :)

UGH. FORGET IT. I'LL WRITE TOMORROW.
I'M TIRED!

Ovelay ouyay, ymay ellowfay igpay atinlay eadersray.
♥

---LAUREN'S BLOG EXCLUSIVE!---

Scripting procrastination. I am so incredibly far behind that yes, you should probably shoot me. But please refrain, because I had this incredible orginal idea for a story, and kind of wrote a page of it. And I love it, strangely enough. Writer's block can do some crazy stuff to the ole' 'magination.


After all, she was the girl that haunted his nightmares, and yet, he would never remember her.

She smiled wickedly at him. “I have no name.”

He raised an eyebrow, and her façade faltered for a moment, though not as much as it did when he spoke the simple words that shattered her whole unlife. “I know you’re a nightmare.”

In the blink of an eye, it was all gone, and he was once again awake.

That look, he thought to himself, that horrified look on her face as the words were even slightly formed in his mind. The way she’d seemed so sure, and then had been almost scared.

He shook it off, and called Jeremy.

“Wha?” Jeremy answered with, obviously still partially sleeping.

“I did it. I told her she was a nightmare.”

Carson could barely make out the explicit swears on the other end of the line, the floor creaking as Jeremy sat up in his bed.

“You didn’t. Not tonight.”

He laughed nervously. “Uh, yeah. Because you said something about telling her that and she wouldn’t come back.”

Jeremy cursed again. “We are screwed.”

He frowned. “I did what you said, she gave me this dear-in-the-headlights-look, and then I woke up.”

Three more swears. “You weren’t supposed to do it tonight, moron! Go outside and tell me what you see.”

“It’s three in the morning,” he said, flicking his gaze over at the neon numbers beside his bed, glowing in what seemed to be mid-air. “Is this necessary?”

“Just look out the frigging window, then!”

Carson stood up and felt his way around the room, towards the shades that he’d pulled closed the night before. The moon had been so bright.

Slowly, and then quickly, as to get it over with, he opened the shades, flinching from the brightness of the-

“There’s nothing out there, Jeremy.” He said flatly. “No monsters, no nightmares, no moon, even.”

“EXACTLY!” Jeremy yelled over the phone, frustrated. “A NEW MOON!”
He sat there, puzzled, as Jeremy fumed for a minute, before explaining, his voice strained.

“A nightmare can be stopped, the freaky vixens that they are, if you tell them, in your horror dream, that they are a nightmare, but if you do so during a new moon, they’re not just in your horror dreams anymore – they’re REAL.”

“You’re kidding.” He said, lacking conviction.

“Oh, no.” Jeremy replied, laughing sarcastically. “No, no, no. And you know what’s better than that? Every single person who knows anything about the nightmares can see them, while everyone else remains completely clueless.” He could hear Jeremy fall back onto his bed. "Screwed, screwed, screwed, screwed, screwed!"

Elizabeth Scott Is Not Only a Great Writer.

She also gives away GREAT PRIZES.

I can't believe it. Oh.my.GOODNESS.

Elizabeth, I love you.
Oh, and thank you for Facebooking me.
Oh, and thank you for blogging about me.

Did I mention that I love her?

Just because I'm in love with Pig Latin now...

Ightalray eoplepay! Igpay atinlay ostpay!

Osay, igpay atinlay siay outabay ethay oolestcay anguagelay atthay ashay erevay eenbay iscoveredday. Tisay osay asyeay otay earnlay - ouyay ustjay itchsway oundaray ordsway ointay isthay ecificspay erorday, enthay ddaay otway etterslay.

Usplay, Iay maay ettinggay ethay iggestbay ickkay utoay owingknay atthay onay eonay illway erstandunday isth!

IAY OVELAY UOYAY LLAAY!

Hoay, fiay uoyay urntay utoay otay ebay (HAHA. EBAY!) eablay otay ecipherday llaay foay isthay, ongratulationscay!

...Ecausebay atthay astlay ordway asway OSAY ardhay otay igurefay utoay.

Omecay otay inkthay foay tiay, ymay igpay atinlay indkay foay ucksay... otalay.

Iptingscray - Entytway agespay!

Scripting - Twenty pages! (In pig latin, which I am teaching myself because it's pretty easy to learn, believe it or not.)

It's already ten thirty, and I want to kind of write five pages before I go to sleep (which may not happen at this rate), so this post won't be long or anything, just kind of... there. :)

I DO HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW.
Which sucks. I agree.
But my doctor wrote the wrong date on my note. Turd.

In other news, ymay extnay ayday ffoay siay ethay entytway-ixthsay foay AYMAY.

SIGH.

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MRS. L
For the next several days, you all will be writing a story. No, it doesn't have to be a novel, but you're going to kind of... pretend... that you're a novelist, writing some kind of fiction: SciFi, Fantasy, or just plain Fiction. You choose. I'll be handing out character sheets to be filled in, antagonist, protagonist, and three supporting characters, and I'll also expect to see a notebook of thoughts about your story as you write it, problems that you encounter, and how you chose to solve those problems.

TRAVIS
(flatly)
Crap.

mMMm.

Dear Kellan Lutz:

YOU ARE MY FAVORITE AND I LOVE YOU.

Thank you.
Lauren.

Back to the Old Grind...

I'm being weird with titles for posts lately. They're making no sense.

BUT WHATEVER.
:)

All is good, except that I'm sick. I went to the doctor the other day, and because there's nothing in my family that can't be done without drama of some sort, several things happened.

Firstly, I'm home until Tuesday. WOOOO!

Secondly, the doctor perscribed this weird pill, and we go to get it filled, and it turns out to be heroin.

(Just kidding.)

They actually didn't have the medication there, which has NEVER HAPPENED TO US.

So we're trying the Wal-Mart pharmacy (which sounds pretty freakin' genuine, eh?) today, and hopefully the suckers will have it.

Hehehe... I need to ript-scray.

Page Fourteen, and WOW, Where has my BRAIN been?

WOW. Where has my BRAIN been?

Hahaha.
I'm still alive.
I just, you know, have no time and charger.

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AUDRA
Well, I'm gone to History. Get some sleep in English, because I intend to tell you about hot-as-ever David Harrington and our close romantic encounter when I drop my pencil close to his desk.

LUCY
(shaking her head)
You should be ashamed.

AUDRA
Should, but not. SEE YA!

Page Count: Seven. (Yay!)

So, okay.

Today my brother ran away. Literally.

It was hell.

But now, it's better.

And I don't want to discuss it at all.

:)

If you do want to hear about it, I can post what I told Anna (who, speaking of, I owe an apology - My laptop SHORTED OUT. I was STUNNED. But Dad fixed it again, and now I'm just worrying about the charger again. Woo-hoo.)

Basically, everyone in my family's feeling slightly weirded out right now. I'm not the only one, and I feel kind of selfish for even writing that last thing about wanting to go away - I'm not alone, here. My parents and Michael are in this too, and as much as I might feel so danged unique, I'm still their family, and if I leave, I'm giving up.

So commences the 2008 search for a best friend, by the way. Kyleigh's hanging out with Steph, who I can't be around for long periods of time, and when I tried telling her about this Morgan thing, she was just like "well, you heard that pregnancy thing from Daniel, so who knows if it's true" - like I would DOUBT the only guy who cares enough to call ME.

But she's still my friend. I just feel kind of limited on what I can tell her.

AAAARRRGH.

Okay.
Frustration ----> slightly vented.

Oh, and since Dad checked me out of fifth and sixth hour to try and find Michael today, I'm officially failing English and potentially drama for absentses. I'm going to talk to the principal tomorrow, and reason with her and tell her to talk to dad.

Blah.
These last two weeks could be erased and it would be better.