Ah, the magic of dreams.

I dreamt of someone last night. It was a happy dream. Things were the way they used to be, but better. Our arguments were comfort. You made me happy, and somehow by just looking at me, I made you happy.

I miss the way things used to be.

ITCHY THUMP.

I'm majorly frustrated. My leg is itchy as fuck inside this cast. I would like very much to cut the cast off myself, but as Billy points out, it would screw up the healing process. At SERIOUS itchy times, I often wonder how bad it would be if I cut off my whole leg. Nick says on a the bad scale of 1-10, it'd be an 11. Fuckin' eh. Then I remind myself that prosthetic legs take a while to get used to, and it'd only be MORE crutching, which I can't take. Nick also points out that it's hard to find a plastic leg attractive. As in, it doesn't happen. So the hacking off of my own leg isn't an option.

The writing that I mentioned last time has proven harder to actually do than originally expected. I know how I want it written, I just can't get it out that way. Which is annoying. Whatever. My brain was also probably mush, because before I embarked on the writing adventure, I played Sims3 for about 6 hours. Maybe less. Probably around 6 hours though.

No bueno.

~Ell Vee

To whom it may concern...

Hey you,

Yes, you. I just wanted to let you know, starting tomorrow -- I'm using the shit that went down between us as a plot for a story I'm going to write. Because things like this only happen in books.

I'm convinced.

~Laur.

Super Crazy Awesome BFF Sleepover

Mom's surgery went well. She's in ICU now, which is weird for me. Last time she was in recovery, she had a regular room. I guess this is all well and good though, because she's talking about a flat screen tv and single occupancy in her ICU room. It's probably better for her that way, because while she's got all those tubes and what-not in her, she doesn't have to deal with a roommate. I'm hoping to get to visit her tomorrow. I couldn't go today because of the weather... She didn't want me crutching around in the rain, slipping all over the place. I guess she's right, but I'd have felt a lot better if I could have seen her afterward. Looking at the weather, I'm probably not gonna get out tomorrow either. Which BLOWS. Oh well. She knows my situation. I'll get there when it's safe for me to get there.

Sam's staying with me for the week while Mom's in the hospital. Y'know, just making sure this cripple doesn't fuck herself up more while trying to get food or drink. It's like the SUPER CRAZY AWESOME BFF SLEEPOVER. Except Sam falls asleep UBER early so I'm like chillin here in my room watching Katt Williams stand-up, keeping myself entertained.

I can't wait for this effing cast to be gone, and to return to semi-normal life. (Semi-Normal because I'll be on restriction because Doc doesn't want me breaking the screws off in my leg before I have them surgically taken out.) Eh, anyway...

Farmville has taken over my life. Sam was about to pass out in bed before and I started screaming like a maniac because I got a wild turkey on my farm and was excited. I'm SO done with this house stuff. Lol... :)

Mm, more stand-up comedy...

Adieu,
Mademoiselle Lauren de la étrange

Passive Agressive Bullshit.

Mom has her surgery tomorrow. They're getting rid of a polyp, and reversing the surgery she had done in July. Good news, she'll be able to go back to living a more normal life. But um... She made me her medical proxy, just in case something were to go wrong and render her unable, I have the right to make all her medical decisions. That bothers me.

A: Nothing should go wrong.
B: That's a lot of weight to put on someone.
C: I still feel like I'm a kid and I shouldn't be made to make these decisions. Even though I know I'm not a kid. I'm nothing near being a kid. But I am, in so many ways, just a kid.

Idk... I just feel strange knowing that paper even exists. It has me all kinds of nervous. Of course, that's probably due to my tendency to over-think and worry myself sick. Either way, I worry.

Oh, and now I'm on to listening to A Perfect Circle and Tool.
Awesome.

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Now playing: A Perfect Circle - Passive (Explicit)
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I wanna open your door, love you until you're sore.

It'd be really nice if Smarties actually improved your brain function. Like if you ate them you'd become smarter. Or more proficient in at least ONE aspect of your life. That would make my eating them like a fiend actually worth it. Oh well, at least they're yummy.

Or... you know what? Fuck that, let Smarties remain useless and lets get our scientist friends started on the Brain Candy project. Though, I can't imagine a Brain Candy tasting THAT good. It'd definitely take some SERIOUS chemicals to get MY brain working right, just imagine the actual stupid people... Yeah... Maybe it's not such a good idea.

In other news, me and Lady Gaga have become new BFF.
Sad, I know.

-Laurasaur

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Now playing: Devendra Banhart - Lover
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Happy November

It's NaNoWriMo. I'm considering actually participating this year, since I'm detained and all.

In other news, I'm going crazy. I miss people. I've decided that when I get out of prison, I'm going to be more friendly. I'm gonna make more friends and just be more approachable in general. Also, in this time, I'm working on liking myself a little more.

I should be a new person when this is all over. Hopefully.


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Now playing: We The Kings - Don't Speak Liar
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