2004 i mean 5
new years- ok let me just say-it's been exactly 24 hours since the ball dropped and I was in the bag- AND I STILL HAVE A HEADACHE. Ok so-The year has started off in a shmeh way. Last night I scooted into Boston and met up w/ Steph, Mike, Jacolyn, Mary, and Laura and went to this tiny adorable Italian place and was served wine and extremely good desert. Then hit up Chris'apartment where a northeastern party was happening- the code for 'this party sucks, lets leave' was "i have an oozing foot blister" and it was used within 45 minutes. Heh- us being wicked awesome massarters stayed with tradition and clung antisocially together. It sounds kind of lame but I actually had a really nice time just being w/ everyone.
I left early because I promised the tri-townies that I'd be back in time to paryt with them- and OH DID WE PARTY. It was the stereotypical home-from-college party- a little awkward but exciting at the same time to see eeeeeeveryone. There had to be over 20 friends there- so there was a lot of socializing-minus the talking happening (it was more of the slurred 'heymanhowsschoolgirlyoulookgreatareyouwithanyonerightnowsowhatdoyoustudyblablabla').
So in that aspect it was cool. The uncool part came when the fucking freshman idiot girls were on a mission to drink themselves into hospitalization quality. Heh- apparently I was a 'brian furbush drunk' because i was pissed about it... and now that I'm sober I'm still kinda pissed about it- its so fucking selfish to get trashed THAT badly and then make the sober kids (kenny, monty, and justin) have to clean up your puke and make sure you're still breathing. FUCK THAT. aw and poor Seth cried because he felt guilty that the girls were sick because he brought the booz (he's a sensitive drunk). Anyways yeah- one girl actually did go to the hospital because she was so fucking dehydrated from vomming for 12 hours.
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So does this mediocure night imply anything about the upcoming year? Dear god please don't let it. I don't feel like having another year like last. The epitome of a rollercoaster. The beginning was the best time of my life- the end... not much. So dear 2005- please don't suck. Love, Lauren.
Ok so- on an entirely different topic- I let out of the bag that I've been writing A LOT lately. Not that it makes a difference in anything... but when I say a lot- you know i mean it. I've been working on a story that really isn't much of a story at all in fact. Its actually something more like a mission statement or a manuscript-de-lauren. I tried explaining it to mary and laura last night but failed miserably because quite frankly- i don't know what the hell it is either. It's far far far from finished and even when its done i doubt i'll let anyone read it. So basically - disregard what you've just read and pretend that you don't know about it.
I've been on a creative kick since I've been home... maybe it's because I'm restless and can't find anything better to do. I don't know. I've been writing a lot of Shel Silverstien influenced poems and been drawing some illustrations for them... which is so much fun. I've been working on a new song too. And I have aspirations to paint again...bah. sooo much stuff I want to do- but can't get around to doing it. I think it's my subconsious' way of saying 'fuck off' for staying in this fake little microcosm that i've been living in for the past several months. shmeh. I've decided (about this genre of life) that things are the way they are and i won't change despite my efforts to change or go forward. I'll simply just live with this- and yeah it sucks- a lot...but *shrug* i figure i have the smile&nod thing down pretty good... i'll just keep doing that till i explode.
... that entire last phrase was by far the most vague I've ever been... if you don't get it- use your imagination or accept defeat.
this is all very 'ingenue' (wip out your french dictionary for that one)
P.S.- MASSARTians- I'm going allll out for the LG3 costume- you shits are going dooooown!!!
I left early because I promised the tri-townies that I'd be back in time to paryt with them- and OH DID WE PARTY. It was the stereotypical home-from-college party- a little awkward but exciting at the same time to see eeeeeeveryone. There had to be over 20 friends there- so there was a lot of socializing-minus the talking happening (it was more of the slurred 'heymanhowsschoolgirlyoulookgreatareyouwithanyonerightnowsowhatdoyoustudyblablabla').
So in that aspect it was cool. The uncool part came when the fucking freshman idiot girls were on a mission to drink themselves into hospitalization quality. Heh- apparently I was a 'brian furbush drunk' because i was pissed about it... and now that I'm sober I'm still kinda pissed about it- its so fucking selfish to get trashed THAT badly and then make the sober kids (kenny, monty, and justin) have to clean up your puke and make sure you're still breathing. FUCK THAT. aw and poor Seth cried because he felt guilty that the girls were sick because he brought the booz (he's a sensitive drunk). Anyways yeah- one girl actually did go to the hospital because she was so fucking dehydrated from vomming for 12 hours.
End scene.
So does this mediocure night imply anything about the upcoming year? Dear god please don't let it. I don't feel like having another year like last. The epitome of a rollercoaster. The beginning was the best time of my life- the end... not much. So dear 2005- please don't suck. Love, Lauren.
Ok so- on an entirely different topic- I let out of the bag that I've been writing A LOT lately. Not that it makes a difference in anything... but when I say a lot- you know i mean it. I've been working on a story that really isn't much of a story at all in fact. Its actually something more like a mission statement or a manuscript-de-lauren. I tried explaining it to mary and laura last night but failed miserably because quite frankly- i don't know what the hell it is either. It's far far far from finished and even when its done i doubt i'll let anyone read it. So basically - disregard what you've just read and pretend that you don't know about it.
I've been on a creative kick since I've been home... maybe it's because I'm restless and can't find anything better to do. I don't know. I've been writing a lot of Shel Silverstien influenced poems and been drawing some illustrations for them... which is so much fun. I've been working on a new song too. And I have aspirations to paint again...bah. sooo much stuff I want to do- but can't get around to doing it. I think it's my subconsious' way of saying 'fuck off' for staying in this fake little microcosm that i've been living in for the past several months. shmeh. I've decided (about this genre of life) that things are the way they are and i won't change despite my efforts to change or go forward. I'll simply just live with this- and yeah it sucks- a lot...but *shrug* i figure i have the smile&nod thing down pretty good... i'll just keep doing that till i explode.
... that entire last phrase was by far the most vague I've ever been... if you don't get it- use your imagination or accept defeat.
this is all very 'ingenue' (wip out your french dictionary for that one)
P.S.- MASSARTians- I'm going allll out for the LG3 costume- you shits are going dooooown!!!