neeeeeeeeeeeew

soooo here it is: http://frozenfingers.wordpress.com/
eternally goodbye EBH.

sorry for the first and only post up on it right now. it's going to be deleted soon and replaced with a for real start up post. right now, you'll be looking at the just kidding post.

Post #70

Yes, this is my 70th post and my last post on Electric Blue Headband.
Actually, I guess this is post 69 because I have a draft that I never planned on actually putting out for the public to read. But 69 or 70, this is my last post.
I hope this doesn't make you depressed or anything. I don't expect anyone to feel that way because I don't think there's anyone out there that got by day to day simply on my blog. You might find yourself wondering, "Why, Laura? Why don't you love us anymore?" And it's not that, it's just as I said a while back, I've changed a lot since making this blog, and even more this summer. I guess everyone changes from the beginning of their freshman year to the beginning of their sophomore year, and goodness, I wish I had started this at the beginning of my freshman year instead of the middle. But if the close of this blog does happen to make you sad, don't fear. I will be starting a new one sometime this fall.

So as an end to EBH, I just want to thank you for sticking with me through whatever I've posted on here. I don't know if you enjoyed it or read it because you thought I might mention you, or just came here because you're my friend. I really appreciate you caring about what I had to say.

That's it. Have a great rest of summer!
Love, Laura

"You only get one future."

Yes, believe it or not, here's a post from Laura!

I've been thinking a lot about my future. I think up these insane dreams of what I would like to do with my life but then I think, "That would be a really great idea if you started five years ago." I use to want to travel the world and do nothing else; that died out a few months ago. I'm so tired of hearing "What do you want to do?" from grown ups who don't actually care. I'm so tired of saying in reply, "I have no idea." I wish I had an idea but marrying Daniel Radcliffe is not exactly a career option. Thinking about this just makes me so depressed. It makes me feel kinda useless. I don't really have any talents. I can't draw or paint. I'm not athletic. I'm practically tone deaf when it comes to singing and I don't have the patience for musical instruments. You people reading this know about my writing skills. Anything I might possibly have a dream of doing just fails.

So I don't know. I guess I'll just live in today.

As Long As I Live

I sit at the computer looking at the curser blinking back and forth and I still can't imagine writing anything. In fact, I can't imagine writing another sentence for as long as I can live.

VBS at the BUMC

So VBS started today. I have a new t-shirt that says Crocodile Dock on it. My favorite kids are these two little girls named Cambria and Catie. They always want to hold my hands or sit on my lap. It makes me feel like a mother. Gibson all week.

Summer's the Walrus

Summer days grow as long as the naughty boy's face. I find myself watching Moulin Rouge! and Mr. Deeds Goes to Town, and it's amazing. I find myself eating a whole container of blackberries in one day. I find myself not being able to go to sleep because it's too hot in my room. I find myself ignoring texts because they're a waste of time. I find myself wishing for winter, knowing all the while that if it was winter, I'd wish for summer.

Today was my first official day at our new church. I thought it was going to be horrible, but actually it wasn't. I made two new friends. I guess not friends, yet; acquaintances. One's a boy. A possible love interest. I haven't decided yet. I really hate myself in times like these though. I finally get happy with the fact that I'm single, and I start to appreciate it, and then this guy pops up and I decided that he's attractive and I can't stop thinking about him and then I have a crush on him and then I only want him and no one else in my life... Okay I'm really carrying on. Gibson is not like that, at all. Not yet, at least. Hopefully never will it turn into that. Yes, Gibson.

I feel horrible because I can't stop laughing at that. God, I almost burst out laughing when he introduced himself.

*snickers* Gibson...

Packing Problems

So, I'm leaving tomorrow and so far I've packed makeup and underwear. That's pretty productive or not. I just don't know what to take. Every time I fold something, I unfold it and then fold it again. I place a shirt in my suitcase but then I take it out. This morning I packed my green halter dress but then I decided I'd wear it today.
Oh well, I'll have it done before waking up at 4 tomorrow morning.

LOOOONG

Only one more official day of school. Sorry my post haven't been coming that much lately. I haven't had much to say. "Hi...Goodbye." That's what they've been. I just have nothing to report. Life's the same.
I've started this new goal to watch all the Tim Burton movies by the end of this year. So far the only one I've watched after this new goal is "Mars Attacks" but I've seen other ones before then. When I was little, I wasn't allowed to watch the show "Beetlejuice," the one based on the movie. I watched it anyway. I've never seen the actual movie though. Anyway today I asked my mom why I wasn't ever allowed to watch it and she said "Because it's witchcraft." To which I replied, "No, it's about a ghost..." "Ghosts are witchcraft." And I wonder how I turned out semi normal. Somedays, I think about how if she wasn't so strict, I might be a better child. If she and my dad weren't so into the Bible and God how I might be a better Christian. If she didn't judge things the Smurfs, would I wonder about them? Let me tell you, if I was actually allowed to read Harry Potter, I wouldn't. Nope, but since I'm forbidden to, I do. I don't even enjoy the books in general. I think they're overrated, but it's rebellion from the crazy woman who I call mother, so I do it. But is it rebellion if she doesn't know about it? Whatever, enough of the rant.

In other news, I've been listening to the South Pacific soundtrack lately. I love that movie. If you haven't seen it, please consider. Oh and apparently Regina Spektor's new album is coming out June 23rd. Perfectly in time if you want to buy me a late birthday present. Only 3 days late. Am I really going to be 15? Damn.
So I checked, I'm definitely turning 15. I'm going to be driving. Damn.

This is what I really started this post for, but I got carried away:
Summer's almost here, and I'm pretty sure I'll be busy a lot. I probably won't have very much posting time. I'm going to try to post at least once a week. No promises. And in the fall, I think I'm going to stop using this blog and start a new one. I know that's a little strange, because I have a perfectly good one right here, but I just want to. I'm not going to delete this one, it's going to stay here, watching the world from its little corner. It's just time for a new start. Or maybe it's because I've changed, immensely. I read posts from December and wonder where that girl is and I don't miss her.

I think that's all,
Love Laura

Finals sound so final.

Okay so finals are here again. I'm almost not a freshman anymore. That's a little scary. Growing up sucks.
Anyway with finals and packing/moving and my grandparents coming to my house this weekend, I'm really stressed out. I only have my Algebra final tomorrow, so I studied a little bit and I'm not nervioso. (See I'm practicing for my Spanish one.) I just really want Zach to do that thing he did last semester where he told me that even if I made a zero on all my finals, I would still be passing all my classes. I don't know what he did to figure that out, but I wish I did. That made me feel so much better last time, so much more sure of myself.


So I think I'm going to go to sleep pretty soon just to get my mind off things, because, believe me, there are a lot of things my mind is on.

Love you and good luck with finals of your own.

ceoireoroueroieueocneouroeceoriuo =)

Life is going back to normal, slowing down. Summer is almost here. Choir concert today. And Miss Talitha, I need to talk to you as soon as possible. :-)

And Miss Jenna and Miss Talitha, when are we going to Kirby Lane?!?


Loooove you all,
Laura

I love my Tallie

This is basically to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TALLIE.
Sorry I didn't do anything more special, I feel like a jerk and I've been thinking about how I've been a jerk all day. Literally all day, haha.
So you get this now. And something a lot more special later.


Happy birthday Jim Sturgess in 4 days.

So sorry Tallie, once again. I love you.
AIM tomorrow is very much needed.

Summer

There's something magic about it. It's in the warm air I breathe and the sun on my back. I want to stay outside all the day long.

I know it's summer because I don't want to listen to anything other than the Great Escape.

a little pointless

I'm a little regretful that I'm not going to see X-men today. I'm choosing chicks before dicks, which should always be the winner that makes me smile, but I'm starting to change my mind today. It's too late to back out and I really do want to go bowling with my friends...but X-men with other friends and a boy. Sigh.

no. No. NO. This post is just stupid. I don't even like X-men. And I love my best friends.

You're such an idiot sometimes, babe.

HONGRY.

So my plans for this weekend have changed up a bit but I'm still having a blast. I do not want to go back to school tomorrow. Can we please get swine flu? But not really because I need school to end the 28th.
Basically I have nothing else to say. I need to do English homework and I'm going to clean my room and then I'm going to Jenny's house for our CPU project we were supposed to do yesterday.

I feel like eating 100 pounds of food.

WEEK END FOR THE WEEKEND

This is the longest week I've ever had to live through. Friday, though tomorrow, seems more than 3 weeks away. And it feels like it shouldn't be Friday because this week has felt so long. I really want this weekend.
>Fri night/Sat morning: Game night at church and Abby over.
>Sat afternoon: Dress shopping with Jenny (the lucky bitch is going to prom). Then Jenny's house for film editing for CPU class.
>Sat night: Party in my room. Basically that means homework, dancing, reading, a movie possibly, hopefully some sorce of vitamin water and SLEEP.
>Sun: Church, calling Katie and begging her to come hang out with me, watching the movie that I possibly watched on Saturday night because 9 out of 10 chances I didn't. Then going to sleep early because this doesn't seem like a really busy weekend, but trust me, it is if you're the one living through it.

Aaaannd next weekned:
>Fri night: Prom, which I will not be attending. :-( So hopefully hanging out with Molly!
>Sat: Sleeping in. Going to X-men with Debs and her boyfriend and that other delightful boy :-D Then Tallie, Jenny, Julia stuff?
>Sun: ???

Oh and next, next weekend:
Sat: Yvette's party.

That's a lot of stuff to have already planned. Wow.

Oh hey, what's X-men about? Does anyone feel like explaining this to me? Thanks.

I feel like I just used the word "juice" a million times

Today my mom was making apple juice with the new juicer my dad got her for Christmas. I guess it's not really that new anymore, but anyway, she couldn't find a part that she needed for the juice making process. My sister was over because she was helping up plan our group trip to New York/Boston that we're taking this summer, and my mom was getting a little upset/frustrated because she could not find whatever she was looking for. This is mainly becuase she gets really excited about making juice and she wanted Katie to have some. After a good five minutes of searching and complaining with us just standing there in the kitchen, she finds it and exclaims, "There it is! Right in front of my ears!"

Phone Rule :-(

Hypothetically, when someone asks you for your number, they want it. And hypothetically, if you give it to them, you want them to have it. Then what the hell is up with this 3 day rule? Honestly? I don't want them to wait 3 days, I don't want to wait 3 days. I want them to call now. And nowadays, there's texting. Is there a rule for texting? Do you have to wait 3 days to TEXT? That's not even talking to a person. Okay, it sorta is. And that's another thing about texting. Every time your phone does the text alert thing, your heart speeds up because it might be (gasp, swallows)....Da---Molly. Or why don't people exchange numbers? That would be sooo much easier. And you don't have to worry about them not calling, because if they don't after 3 days, you always just can.

Grrr.

Filler Post

Hmm, I have nothing whatsoever to say, like usual, but I feel really bad that I haven't posted in over a week. I guess I'll just talk about myself?

I've been a little depressed lately and I don't have a reason for it. Sorry for complaining, but beyond the smiles and laughter, I'm really not very happy.
My schedule for next year has been filled out. I just need to turn it in. Can you believe how fast I'm growing up?
This weekend I'm going to Seventeen Again with Abby (maybe) Deborah and Allison. Hopefully Deborah will bring her friend Daniel (please pray for this to happen). I'm smuggling in Peeps, which my mom and I bought on sale at Target for like 10 cents. They had like a million, so go and get some, I bet they're still there. And yes, I'm aware that they're full of gelatin, but screw it, they're literally better than Nutella (can you believe I'm saying this?!).
Dude, YouTube is providing my music now, and check out this comment on the video. "So... very... ADORABLE! *pukes with joy*" bahahahahhaa!

Okay, I think I had something else I wanted to say, but I forgot... *pukes with anger*

Yeah, that puke thing is a little disgusting...

Love y'all

Off to TAPPS

TAPPS Music is this weekend in Abilene. We're leaving after school today. My duffel bag is really ugly. I'm semi-excited. Pray for no drama, I know there will be some.


School today. Chapel groups, shoot me in the foot.


Love you lots, Laura

The Whatever Game

Recently I've created a game I like to call "the whatever game." Basically I talk to myself, usually towards the end of a day. I list out all the problems going through my head; I acutally say them out loud. After I say one, I end it with "But it's whatever," or "So what?" and then I tell myself why they aren't a big deal. I'm sorry if this doesn't make any since. I'm going to give a few examples.

My face looked really gross today, but it's whatever because it's not like anyone important stares down at my face. Nope, it's pretty much looked upon by teenagers going through the same acne problems as you. And I bet no one stares at it at all.

Today has been a really long day and it wasn't joy filled, but it's whatever because I'll probably have good day eventually.

I couldn't do a plank for more than 30 seconds. So what? That's the first one you've done in about 8 months. Cut yourself some slack.


And that's how it goes. It really makes me feel better when I'm stressed. You should try it. :-)


XOXO ?
Laura