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Laura
| Main blog: | Forgotten Child | | Age: | 26 | | Birthday: | October 29th 1982 | | Gender: | Female | | Education: | High school, Some college | | Location: | United States, New York | | |
| Body Size: | Average | | Height: | 5' 3" (160 cm) | | Eyes: | Dark Brown | | Vision: | Contact lenses | | Hair Color: | Dark Brown | | Hair Style: | Curly - Medium | | Skin Tone: | Light | | Best Feature: | Nose | | Undies: | Briefs - Low Rise | | Tattoo Info: | I'd like to get one, but am not creative enough to come up with something I like enough to have on my skin for eternity. | | Piercing Info: | ears and nose |
| Relationship Status: | Single - Never Married | | Family Info: | one mother, one father, one sister, one brother, one brother-in-law, one niece, one nephew, one cat, one dog | | Sexual Preference: | Never at dusk | | Astrological Sign: | Scorpio (Oct 24 - Nov 21) | | Exercise: | Walking to the car only | | Your Home: | Live alone | | Biography/About: | My life has been a flat line of mediocrity. | | Likes: | boys; the beach; coffee; Paul; Starbucks; Barnes and Noble; rainy days; fresh laundry; flip flops; books; skittles; Charlie Brown ice cream; holding hands; VA Beach; Chai; Chinese food; Grammy's house; kitchen counter chats; soft pretzels and movies; game nights; the internet; Bently; hugs; picnics; fried chicken; the Fair; IKEA; Papa Wheelies; smoothies; the cousins; sleeping till noon; boyfriend weather; chocolate chip cookies; kick the can; dark jeans; Dr Leal |
| Books: | Dry, Augusten Burroughs, Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim, David Sedaris, The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath | | Bands/Artists: | Travis, David Gray, Dave Matthews, The Shins, Coldplay, Indigo Girls, The Thrills, Turin Brakes, REM, Elliot Smith, Wilco, The Flaming Lips | | TV Shows: | Will & Grace, Friends, Mad About You, Freaks & Geeks, Supernanny, | | Movies: | Garden State, Bridget Jones, Napoleon Dynamite, Girl, Interrupted, Superstar | | Actors: | Johnny Depp | | Games: | Red Rover, Red Rover, Kickball (on the hill), Attack, | | Sports: | badminton...that's right, just badminton | | Colors: | black, brown, you know all the non-colors | | Season: | fall | | Drink: | orange kool-aid |
What goes around, comes around
I’m feeling a little stressed this week as my internship ends next Thursday and I still have TON to do before I can feel like I’ve been successful in completing it. My librarian gave me a brand new project last week despite the fact that I wasn’t done with the old ones and only had 2 weeks to go. So I’m wigging out a little, trying to figure out where I’m going to find the time to fit it all in, especially since I’ve been working more hours at the Retail Establishment in an effort to make as much money as possible.I’ve also been reflecting on my time here and I feel like this has been one...
So I guess that's next
I've been really worried lately about what I'm going to do for a job next month when my lease is up and I'm forced to move on to real life. I need health insurance and also enough money to start paying back my student loans, which isn't going to happen at the retail establishment. So Thursday while I was trying really hard to pay attention in class, I remembered that the girl that took my old job at the hospital is moving to England in the fall to go to grad school. And it occurred to me, perhaps I could take her place. The more I thought about it, the more sense it made and I decided...
She's just so nice
I've always been intrigued by the idea of reinventing yourself when you move to a new place. It's been my plan each time I've moved to become a new person. When I went off to college for the first time, I thought for sure I'd shed my shyness and make a million new friends and giggle and smile all the time. Didn't happen. So when I moved to Pok, I thought, here's my chance. A brand new life. I can be anyone I want to be. But I was still just me. And, I finally realized that I was never going to change. That I am who I am. So I just quit trying and I realized this time, when I moved...
And yet we must go on
Yesterday, my former boss, Christy's husband died. Struck by lightning. From the Pok Journal: "Dan S was helping build the tree house as a surprise for the children of the neighbor when they returned home from a trip."I didn't know Dan very well, mostly just saw him when he'd come down in the morning to say goodbye to Christy or get socks out of the dryer. But it really affected me and I felt myself tearing up. Not because my life would change in any way; I barely knew him. But for Christy and their three kids. How do you cope when you're 5 years old with your dad suddenly just...
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