tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75303797429411441602009-03-02T12:16:29.736-05:00Spectacularly Boringsamanthalaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673062630340604972noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530379742941144160.post-57372771538947866522009-03-01T15:00:00.001-05:002009-03-01T15:04:24.205-05:00turtle won't bask.My friends got a house last week. Like they have a freaking HOUSE. It is amazing. I am sort of thinking that I should sacrifice my summer (maybe...) to get a job and move out. Seeing them in their own place put something in my brain. I want that.<br /><br />I bought my turtle a floating dock and she won't use it. I think that she may drown or something. Oh well it is her own fault.<br /><br />I have gone through so much money in the past two weeks. It is like I buy so much stuff but I have nothing. Like when I spend money on food or gas. It kind of sucks.<br /><br />School is killing ME.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530379742941144160-5737277153894786652?l=quirkysamlauren.blogspot.com'/></div>samanthalaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673062630340604972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530379742941144160.post-79191919814139488272009-02-03T20:27:00.001-05:002009-02-03T20:27:43.140-05:00SO it has been FOREVERI am hating this semester. more later<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530379742941144160-7919191981413948827?l=quirkysamlauren.blogspot.com'/></div>samanthalaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673062630340604972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530379742941144160.post-11073875920104268892009-01-06T00:20:00.001-05:002009-01-06T00:20:30.097-05:00forever long and not worth readingi need to be sleeping right now but i cant. there is nothing in the world for me to worry about right now. i have just been thinking a lot lately and it is kind of depressing.<br /><br />i miss my friends from high school. i graduated almost two years ago (wow) and i have seen maybe eight of them since.<br />it sucks. and now i really cant stop thinking about some of them. i know if i saw them now they would not even recognize me. i have changed so much in the past two years. i have gotten prettier i think (that wasn't meant to sound conceited or anything like that, it is just true) and i have lost like forty pounds and counting (well i am going to start back on my strict diet of nothing tomorrow and see how it goes for a few days because classes start next week and i want to look good) i just kind of want to run into someone somewhere just to know what is going on with them. i have not really kept in touch with any of them and i don't want to. i am just a little curious to see how they are turning out. my life is not going so great. i am still at stupid tech school and i am just figuring out what i want to be. i really want to be a cultural anthropologist or an archaeologist but i think that there are a lot of people going into the latter and i don't know if i would fit into that group and also there is not much time before archeology dies out.<br />this has turned into a really long post of just complaining but is a real emotional help. it also helps that i know that no one reads this but it is out there anyways.<br /><br />i have always loved star wars, but since i started playing lego star wars the complete saga, the whole story has become an obsession. i absolutely love love star wars. i am a complete nerd.<br /><br />oh, my computer died for like two weeks and my retarded uncle fixed it for me. (not the actual retarded one but the geeky annoying one) and then he explained everything that went wrong and told me what to avoid and such. he forbade me from downloaded limewire again but it was like the second thing i did after i got my computer back. it had to restore the whole thing back to its factory settings and i had to get everything back.<br /><br />well it is getting late and this has gone on for far too long. i don't think that i will even post this.<br /><br />it did kind of help me get back into the swing of typing. it is like when i was little and came back to school from summer holiday, my handwriting was horrible. and it took a few days for it to be normal. i miss those days. they were good ones.<br /><br />good night. seriously this time.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530379742941144160-1107387592010426889?l=quirkysamlauren.blogspot.com'/></div>samanthalaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673062630340604972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530379742941144160.post-30043831362349797022009-01-04T18:31:00.003-05:002009-01-04T18:41:15.019-05:00its been a whileso i posted a thing about how i have changed last year but there is a little bit more to add. i don't think i will post them yet, i am not ready.<br /><br />i have been thinking lately that i really miss high school; well not really high school but the people in it. i have seen maybe eight people from my class in the past two years. how on earth could those kids have dispersed themselves so widely? i miss some of them.<br /><br />i had a dream a few weeks ago and it made me think about them. it was the weirdest dream i have had in a long time.<br /><br />-i was on the top floor of some kind of outside cafeteria and i walked by an elevator and all of my class were in it. (it was a normal sized elevator but they did not seemed squished) i stopped and looked at them and started yelling "fuck you. fuck all of you"(i would never do anything like that) and then i took the stairs to the bottom floor. As soon as my foot hit the floor, the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Everyone inside just had this look like "wtf just happened?"<br /><br />it was very weird. <br /><br /><br />i am watching sharks on the tube. it said that the people are safe as long as they don't follow the seals into the ocean. when they don't mistake people for seals, they can be quite easy to get along with. Now there is some loony swimming with the great white sharks.<br /><br />huh<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530379742941144160-3004383136234979702?l=quirkysamlauren.blogspot.com'/></div>samanthalaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673062630340604972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530379742941144160.post-58276774545079036402008-12-04T20:08:00.002-05:002008-12-04T20:12:44.473-05:00BahHumBug.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hertenberger.co.za/images/mr_angry.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 410px;" src="http://www.hertenberger.co.za/images/mr_angry.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530379742941144160-5827677454507903640?l=quirkysamlauren.blogspot.com'/></div>samanthalaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673062630340604972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530379742941144160.post-62639551568428120482008-11-17T20:32:00.004-05:002008-11-17T20:55:57.691-05:00I Love this Girl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzAZz9z6BoQ/SSIcpkal6_I/AAAAAAAAADc/5Mjsmh_M1No/s1600-h/l_35a5d56d0d479b6790de19c171161070.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 479px; height: 362px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzAZz9z6BoQ/SSIcpkal6_I/AAAAAAAAADc/5Mjsmh_M1No/s400/l_35a5d56d0d479b6790de19c171161070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269806014452329458" border="0" /></a>This girl is amazing in every way possible. She is my partner in crime, my other half, my buddy, my pal, my chum, my everything; we go on Missions to dance to the undanceable, corrupt the uncorruptable, laugh at the unlaughatable, climb the unclimbable, and basically do the undoable. We make our own music, we eat mud and moldy chex cereal, we haunt the cemeteries at three in the morning, we fall in goo holes and laugh the entire time, we make fools of ourselves and couldn't care less, we go hard core rock climbing and scare little kids, we run wildly across beaches in nothing but our birthday suits, we befriend the creepy strangers that don't belong in society, we cause chaos everywhere we roam and enjoy every single second of it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530379742941144160-6263955156842812048?l=quirkysamlauren.blogspot.com'/></div>samanthalaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673062630340604972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530379742941144160.post-30697870138753131352008-11-17T19:56:00.003-05:002008-11-17T20:04:26.804-05:00Funnyface.I have been a bit blah today. It is not like I am depressed or anything, but it is definitely like a gloomy kind of feeling. There are a few things that I am looking forward to with excitation.<br />1. Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland<br />2. Christmas music<br />3. Beating this nerdy game :)<br /><br />So, there has been a stray cat around my house for like two years now. It sometimes gets into little spats with my kitties. Well the other day is was cold and rainy and the kitty was on our back porch, I went outside to feed it (because that is what I do) and I fell in complete and total love with this thing. It is sooooo freaking small and cute and MINE. I named it FunnyFace. I HOPE I CAN KEEP HER!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.musicman.com/00pic/10174.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 413px;" src="http://www.musicman.com/00pic/10174.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">my room is way too warm.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530379742941144160-3069787013875313135?l=quirkysamlauren.blogspot.com'/></div>samanthalaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673062630340604972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530379742941144160.post-10713862856971526892008-11-05T00:26:00.001-05:002008-11-05T00:27:14.190-05:00I was here!It is great to know that you were part of something this important and historic.<br /><br />I Love It!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530379742941144160-1071386285697152689?l=quirkysamlauren.blogspot.com'/></div>samanthalaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673062630340604972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530379742941144160.post-13318186303331770022008-11-04T10:49:00.002-05:002008-11-04T10:53:30.224-05:00off to the polls<div style="text-align: left;">I am so very excited about today. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb137/nannyniggynan/Obama/ObaMa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 144px;" src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb137/nannyniggynan/Obama/ObaMa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530379742941144160-1331818630333177002?l=quirkysamlauren.blogspot.com'/></div>samanthalaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673062630340604972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530379742941144160.post-13797726248656029232008-10-28T23:27:00.004-04:002008-10-28T23:35:29.017-04:00The Halloween Bunny?I am so tired, this is not even a normal tired. This is a deep, throbbing, kind of tired that has been building on itself for weeks. I cannot even wait for this semester to be over with. I need to write a paper that is due tomorrow. I just got out of the shower and I have no motivation to do anything remotely productive.<br /><br />Halloween is almost here. That is good. I am going to be the Halloween Bunny, I made goody bags for my sister and mommy. I am going to a party on Friday. That will be fun. It might even include a little Yay?!?!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530379742941144160-1379772624865602923?l=quirkysamlauren.blogspot.com'/></div>samanthalaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673062630340604972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530379742941144160.post-86321578283350770562008-10-24T13:57:00.002-04:002008-10-24T14:09:38.837-04:00doing it Again.I have decided to do something again. It better turn out right this time. The past two weeks have been pretty boring ones, I have not done anything exciting or spectacular.<br /><br /><a href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l227/crazycasie247/twiggy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 483px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l227/crazycasie247/twiggy.jpg" /></a><a href="http://home.comcast.net/~matchgame/twiggy/twiggy2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://home.comcast.net/~matchgame/twiggy/twiggy2.jpg" /></a><a href="http://www.marieclaire.co.uk/imageBank/cache/t/Twiggy-1_e_b531446b815d841fa57ff7ac29559923.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.marieclaire.co.uk/imageBank/cache/t/Twiggy-1_e_b531446b815d841fa57ff7ac29559923.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530379742941144160-8632157828335077056?l=quirkysamlauren.blogspot.com'/></div>samanthalaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673062630340604972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530379742941144160.post-89631494173226316162008-10-12T17:54:00.004-04:002008-10-12T17:55:59.592-04:00FireMan!<span style="color:#000000;">I just so got a pair of <span style="color:#ff0000;">red suspenders</span> and I am most definitely wearing them to the fair!</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Yay for suspenders and Yay for the Fair. I cannot even wait to go to the fair tomorrow. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530379742941144160-8963149417322631616?l=quirkysamlauren.blogspot.com'/></div>samanthalaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673062630340604972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530379742941144160.post-2176822961308634052008-10-09T00:22:00.004-04:002008-10-11T17:01:07.191-04:00Samantha! What happened to you?I think that I am a completely different person than I was like six months ago. I believe that it all started with my endevour to lose weight or something like that. Or maybe it started that night before my charleston birthday trip. Who knows? The past few months have been amazing and grand and completely wonderful and they have also been pretty dramatic. I have done things that would make some of my closest people gasp and say "Sam wouldn't do something like that!" OHHH but I did. My music taste changed my attitude changed and I think my whole perspective on life changed.<br /><br />Here are some of the things that I would have been completely ashamed of had it happened more that six months ago:<br />* The night before my Charleston trip, I got drunk and I even got a preachers kid to drink. I am horrible.<br />* While my mema and papa were gone, my friends and I got drunk at her house and swam in her pool. We did some other stuff too.<br />* I popped pills at the beach house almost every night<br />* I kissed a girl, and I don't remember it that well.<br />* I can not eat for days and I feel fine with that.<br />* I started cussing again, and I fucking love it.<br />* I like some rap music now, because I am cool like that.<br />* I did something that I really liked and I can't wait to do it again. I LOVE IT NOW. [it is not pot btw]<br />* I got my license.<br />* I gave my phone number to a carnie.<br />* I made out with gay boys<br />* Oh and fucking boys are asking me for my number. Since when did this start happening. I like it.<br />* I do not think that I believe in "christianity" anymore and I think that the bible is a crock.<br />* I got in a wreck, TODAY! eww. And... it was completely my fault.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530379742941144160-217682296130863405?l=quirkysamlauren.blogspot.com'/></div>samanthalaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673062630340604972noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530379742941144160.post-4388124096143526302008-10-06T21:09:00.002-04:002008-10-09T00:10:49.697-04:00i love it like YAY!So, last weekend was wonderful. I did something that would surprise those who know me best.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530379742941144160-438812409614352630?l=quirkysamlauren.blogspot.com'/></div>samanthalaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673062630340604972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530379742941144160.post-59603412118195667072008-09-28T22:32:00.002-04:002008-09-28T22:41:50.096-04:00the loser may never get the chance to breed :(The lady on the discovery channel sounds very cold and mean. I don't like her. <div><div><div> </div><div>I lost my license. (I just lost it, I didn't get it taken away or anything like that, oh man that would suck)</div><br /><div>The FAIR IS COMING!!!! I cannot even wait. I need the fair, it is one of the things that makes my life worth living. The candy, the carnies, the fried foods, the rides, the games (i don't play the games but i like to look at the prizes), the smell!!! I love all of it, except for the farm animals or what ever. I do like donkeys though, donkeys are the only farm-y animals that I like. </div><br /><br /><div>Wow, their is a rainbow lizard on the tele!</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.llr.state.sc.us/images/fair-lights.jpg" /> SC State Fair!!<br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.cornwalls.co.uk/photos/data/media/3/donkey.jpg" /> Cute Donkey<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sciencenow.sciencemag.org/feature/science_shots/images/ss_2006106_1.jpg" /></div></div></div><br /> Rainbow Lizard<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530379742941144160-5960341211819566707?l=quirkysamlauren.blogspot.com'/></div>samanthalaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673062630340604972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530379742941144160.post-62707865992030925172008-09-12T18:31:00.000-04:002008-09-12T18:32:00.306-04:00Woot Woot for Chinese take-out<a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/Budding/Untitled-1-1.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/Budding/Untitled-1-1.png" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530379742941144160-6270786599203092517?l=quirkysamlauren.blogspot.com'/></div>samanthalaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673062630340604972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530379742941144160.post-33957256877961528682008-09-05T17:22:00.001-04:002008-09-05T17:22:29.476-04:00Powerline Baby!<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3sjAb-qYflE&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3sjAb-qYflE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530379742941144160-3395725687796152868?l=quirkysamlauren.blogspot.com'/></div>samanthalaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673062630340604972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530379742941144160.post-88384605531040852312008-09-03T22:19:00.000-04:002008-09-03T22:20:12.522-04:00love love this commercial<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YtN9CW01QDM&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YtN9CW01QDM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530379742941144160-8838460553104085231?l=quirkysamlauren.blogspot.com'/></div>samanthalaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673062630340604972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530379742941144160.post-30706818344006345572008-09-02T17:43:00.003-04:002008-09-02T17:45:20.491-04:00Sheesh.Well, school is gay. Jimmy is working okay. Mommy dearest is being a total dragon lady. I got my license. I realize that I do not like driving by myself, it gets way too lonely. Sister and I are getting along just great though.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530379742941144160-3070681834400634557?l=quirkysamlauren.blogspot.com'/></div>samanthalaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673062630340604972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530379742941144160.post-16038371822716437652008-08-24T22:46:00.002-04:002008-08-24T22:53:53.269-04:00its a sad, sad day.Today has not been my ideal last day of Summer. It actually sucked pretty majorly. Sister and I had planned to go to the park and just hang out for the day. We stopped to get gas because, well, the Jimmy needed some gas. I went in to pay, sister pumped. I get back in the car, turn the key, and then nothing. Stupid Jimmy would not crank. I just got him fixed. Like, he just came from the shop two days ago. Now, my mommy has to drive me to college tomorrow. That is fantastic. Yeah, and my stupid school is stupid and I absolutely hate it. They are retarded. I am so hoping that this year will turn out okay. What is the point of having a stupid driver's license if I don't even have a car to drive? a;lkjf;slajghlajgfa;sgjkahg;jlqafkhjk<br /><br />I am going to bed at eleven. That is so weird. 11:00 is not my regular sleeping time. 3:00 is more like it. School starts at 9:30, but I have to be there at like 8:30 to sort out my stupid financial crap. At least I don't have school on Fridays anymore. That is going to be great. Oh man, I only have like two more things to look forward to this year. The day that I get my left over scholarship moneys and the FAIR!!! I cannot even wait for the fair. I love the Fair. The carnies!!! I watched the Weekenders today. I miss that show.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530379742941144160-1603837182271643765?l=quirkysamlauren.blogspot.com'/></div>samanthalaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673062630340604972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530379742941144160.post-59117506281657474312008-08-22T12:45:00.002-04:002008-08-22T12:48:16.605-04:00YAYI finally got my license yesterday!!!! HAHA take that South Carolina Department of Motor Vehicles. Yessssss! Now all I have to do is wait to get the Jimmy out of the shop, which will hopefully be today. It is raining today. It is my last day of Summer vacation. I don't count the weekend because it would be stupid.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530379742941144160-5911750628165747431?l=quirkysamlauren.blogspot.com'/></div>samanthalaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673062630340604972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530379742941144160.post-87781573269302715812008-08-09T00:58:00.003-04:002008-08-09T01:06:53.127-04:00stupid oreos<a href="http://karthik3685.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/oreo100.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://karthik3685.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/oreo100.jpg" border="0" /></a>i love oreos. they are almost as bad for you as freaking bacon. i want them.<br /><div></div><br /><div>mommy dearest just came home from some kind of redneck sports bar place. she is drunk. tomorrow she will be a not-so-nice person. i really hope she goes to bed soon. she is on the phone with one of her hill billy friends and she is loud and she is eating oreos. </div><div></div><div>it is like 1:01 am and my mom is eating oreos. ewwww. you are not supposed to eat anything after 8:00 pm. at least, that is my rule for me. ..........</div><br /><div></div><div>i might go to sleep or watch a movie or something. i am bored. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530379742941144160-8778157326930271581?l=quirkysamlauren.blogspot.com'/></div>samanthalaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673062630340604972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530379742941144160.post-73644210548675725222008-08-08T20:24:00.002-04:002008-08-08T20:33:38.854-04:00summer is thisclose to being over :[I cannot even believe that summertime is almost over for me. I have two more weeks left. Those two precious little weeks, they are like the last drops of juice left in a CapSun. Those little drops should be savored. Oh, I will miss my summertime.<br /><br />I went to my school yesterday. I ran into the most horrid woman. She cornered me and lectured me about how I should have spent my summer and what classes I should be taking this upcoming semester and just a ton of other crap that I should be doing. She should mind her business and get a life. It made me feel really crappy.<br /><br />Anywho, my is out hitting the town and I am home. I wonder what that makes me. A LOSER that's what.<br /><br />Next week. MONDAY! that is the day my Re-fasting starts. I am totally getting into this time. I won't falter. I will do it. It will be great. Ten days. Ten wonderful days of cleansing and amazingness. I feel super horrible and crappy for my last fast that was basically killed before it even got a chance. I MURDERED IT!<br /><br />Well it is time for some nerdy tv and maybe a little bit of the Olympics for me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530379742941144160-7364421054867572522?l=quirkysamlauren.blogspot.com'/></div>samanthalaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673062630340604972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530379742941144160.post-85449323945379604902008-08-03T13:06:00.003-04:002008-08-03T13:08:40.060-04:00Home Again!I got home from Hunting Island yesterday. It was pretty great. The first week was sort of lame, but the second was a BLAST. I doodled some of the things that happened and some of the freaks we saw. I will put those up later. Anywho, it is good to be home.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530379742941144160-8544932394537960490?l=quirkysamlauren.blogspot.com'/></div>samanthalaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673062630340604972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530379742941144160.post-23242615685407336662008-07-19T01:28:00.002-04:002008-07-19T01:33:23.306-04:00i finished packing!I finally finished packing at like nine o'clock. It took me forever. We are going to leave at like ten in the morning. I am really excited. Like superly excited. Hunting Island is one of my most favorite places.<br /><br />I am feeling kind of ...... well i don't know the word. It is kind of like I know that I will be disappointed about something..... it is odd.<br /><br />I think I will go to sleep soon. We still have to pack up Jim (my car) and put the bikes on top and attach the camper.<br /><br />Sister and her friend, Whitney, are in my bed. I have to sleep on the couch. I hate the couch, but it is okay, I don't mind.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530379742941144160-2324261568540733666?l=quirkysamlauren.blogspot.com'/></div>samanthalaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673062630340604972noreply@blogger.com0