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My name is Lauren and this is my sexy site. I am 15, but my sweet sixteen will be on July 21st. I'm a sophomore at the extremely small school, Havre de Grace High. Yeah, it rocks, don't be jelous. My favorite color is green, second favorite color is orange. Best friends include Heather, Tori, Holly, and Joey. I'm in Improv Club, which rox my socks off. Love horses, and can't wait to start riding again. Anyone who knows me could tell you I'm one of the randomest people you'll ever meet...if you know what I mean.
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| I got a Myspace about a week ago...chack it out. I don't know if I will still post on here, probably every now and then but not often. Here's my Myspace:
www.myspace.com/looksogoodingreen | | |
| Wednesday night was ok. First we played dodgeball...boring. So me and Tori went outside, and everyone followed so they started playing smear the queer. Pretty funny stuff. Corey was there, which made me happy. He said he wasn't coming. Holly wasn't...I was sad. Then Brittney started doing all this crap to Nathan and I was getting pissed off. Nathan was supposed to tell me what was up today in school, but he didn't get a chance. | | |
| It's been awhile since my last entry. Nothing interesting has really happened other than me getting shot six times. I kept telling my friends that and they would look at me like I was insane. I have a big welt on my calf, on my shoulder, and three red marks on my knee and thigh. Sounds like fun, huh? Actually, it was a lot of fun. It only hurt at first, then the pain went away, leaving a mark. Not too bad. Church tonight and my brother wants to bring Ashley. I don't want her to come just becasue I don't want her there, but I kinda want her to come. Maybe she'll agree to play football, "hopefully" she won't get hurt. | | |
| I am so fed up with this bullshit. Every little thing that goes wrong in this house is my fault. The computer gets messed up and even though I wasn't the last one on it I still get blamed. Everything! Chores don't get done, it's my fault. No one knows where Andrew is, it's my fault. The guys get locked out, it's my fault. Dog didn't get fed, it's my fault. It's not like there are other poeple in this house who could get off their lazy asses and do something. Damn! It just really pisses me off. On top of it all, there's school, and my own personal problems, keeping my friends from killing each other, and getting my shit stolen and then lost. My brother lost two if my CD's and claims he never saw them when they were in his fucking room. I'm just so tired of all of this. Edit: a couple posts ago I said I had another poem so here it is:
I walk into a crowded room
and the first thing I see is your face.
You smile, I smile back,
and can't stop as you wrap me up
in your arms and hold me tight.
Looking into your eyes,
those deep brown eyes,
I see perfection.
A crash in the distance,
and I'm in my room.
That perfection
may have only been
a bitter-sweet dream,
but these tears
on my pillow are real. | | |
| Sunday was interesting. Slept in and got to miss church and sunday school. WEnt to lunch, spent some time at Heather's then went to youth group. Watched near-homsexual activity while me and Nathan laughed. Then I saw Jackie. Monday...boring as usual, nothing good happened except during homeroom I was walking around and Nathan was behind me, and my friend thought he was stalking me. Today I had an energy drink during homeroom and was wired the rest of the day...good stuff. | | |
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