98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 98% who has copy & paste this into your journal.

The point I am trying to make is that this horrible little saying is discriminating and alienating me from my more steadfast and peer pressure resilient friends and acquaintences.  This lovely sharing circle has made me feel less worthwhile and quite depressed.  What's the big hooha anyways?  It kinda seems immature to make such a big deal out of something so inconsequential.  I love you all and I ask you...who cares if I've done something you haven't?  What is the issue?  Will you still be my friend?  Of course you will because nobody cares about pot!

laura-ann is not such a bad name as I have recently met someone named chloe-marie.  Although I kinda like that better.  And it has the advantage of not having the same letter twice in a row!  Actually the more i think about it the more I really love that name.....huh.

Today is hugely exciting...I'm leaving for boot camp tomorrow and I cannot focus and i cannot study at all due to the fact that I am much too excited.  Unfortunately there was very little to pack so it only took me like 10 minutes therefore I have spent the afternoon practising carrying by backpack around.  I'll definitely miss being able to change my clothes as well as the luxury of wearing makeup because we all know how much of a makeup addict I am!! ha! I'm also a tad scared that everyone will hate me or that I'll be put in charge of something because Bill started some evil laughter and refered to boot camp after reading my essay about how I am not a leader.  Those of you who know me will know exactly what I mean.  I hate giving orders or deciding what to do.  I'm good at following orders and doing what I'm told.  I make terrible decisions and I cannot organize a group of people for my life.  I'm also kinda shy of people who are older than me (or younger for that matter) and I hate confrontation.  Normally if I disagree with someone I don't want to make anyone upset so I just don't say anything.  These are not the makings of a good leader.  If Bill puts me in charge of something I will probably cry.  I'm so excited for a new experience and I'm willing to pretty much do anything...even not wear makeup jk!  I can't wait to find out where we are going and I'm honestly super chipper about the whole situation.  The more I complain about the one pair of clothes situation the more excited I get that I may be doing something really worthwhile and really challenging and I hope it's memorable and positive!  I can't wait to get to know the people I'm going to Mexico with better and the more I think about it the more incredibly pee-my-pants excited I get!!  If I don't see you before I leave, wish me luck!  See you all when I get back on monday night!!  Much Love, laura-ann

Today I had a chem final....enough said.

Not only was today the last day of school hooray! But today Laura called me and she's back from Egypt and omg!!!!!  I am soo excited I may have a hernia!!  I can't wait to spend millions of time with her!  It's been since last summer and we have soooo much to catch up on!  Even talking to her for an hour on the phone reminded me of how alike we are!  I almost wish i wasn't going to boot camp this week because I can't wait to spend time with her!  screw exams...Laura's here!  I can't wait for all of you to meet her because I know you will love her...she is sooo much more mature than I am and so much more pretty!  Wow, I'm so happy I can't close my mouth!  Cripes what a fabulous day....so much for concentrating on chemistry!  I don't think i'll get to see her till Friday cos my parents are dictators and they want me to study but I can't concentrate I am so excited!  What an upswing...no really what an upswing...I don't feel like a hermit at all anymore!  I can't wait for the fun!  Share in my joy everyone for this is a wonderful day!

her·mit    ( P )  Pronunciation Key  (hûrmt)
n.

1. A person who has withdrawn from society and lives a solitary existence; a recluse.
2. A spiced cookie made with molasses, raisins, and nuts.
3. A type of crustacean
4. Me.....need I say more?
   

An Ox came down to a reedy pool to drink.  As he splashed heavily into the water, he crushed a young Frog into the mud.  The old Frog soon missed the little one and asked his brothers and sisters what had become of him.

       "A great big monster," said one of them, "stepped on little brother with one of his huge feet!"

       "Big, was he!" said the Old Frog puffing herself up.  "Was he as big as this?"

       "Oh, much bigger!" they cried.

The Frog puffed up still more.

        "He could not have been bigger than this," she said.  But the little frogs all declared that the monster was much, much bigger, and the old Frog kept puffing herself out more and more until all at once she BURST.

Moral: Do not attempt the impossible.  

Thanks to the people who are still talking to me whether you read this or not!  Physics is finally done...I had my final exam today and despite the use of a snazzy calculator with new batteries my score was dismal...but I have passed the course and it is all behind me!  You can now say so long to my irritability, anger bouts, rage, frustration, and a significant amount of my infinite stress.  You will be pleased to know (hopefully) that I am now free to leave the house at my leisure as there are no outstanding physics assignments and it is my intent to stop blowing everyone off!  Especially you Lori because I know you read this and I have been a dreadful drag and pitiful friend as of late!  The sky has cleared, there's light at the end of the tunnel, and a silver lining to this physicist's cloud of despair.  There will be no more physics this year or for many years to come and I no longer care whether I end up with a flaky job or not.  I refuse to subject myself to more of said torture.  Now is the time to celebrate this victory over mechanical waves, kinematics, pendulums, circular motion, and the study of projectiles!  There are several weeks of my wasted life to make up for and plenty of things to burn!  I can't believe all the fun times I missed out on so its time to make it all up!  I'm feeling oh so cheerful and chipper right now!  It can only get better from here....don't you agree?

Anyhow....on to the really important matter...these questions have been plaguing me for quite some time and no matter how many times I decide on something I think of a great argument for the other.  See i'm going to boot camp...well its not really boot camp it is just some ritual 4-day gathering and team building trip for everyone who I am going to work at the orphanage in Mexico with this summer.  Anyhow we get on a bus and go (but they don't tell us where) and they (being Wade and Bill) have given me the list of things we are permitted to pack.  Now it is all quite minimalist and there is a backpack involved so I am expecting some form of outdoorsyness.  (which concerns me because we all know how arthritic I am)  Alas....they make us choose from the following list of items and I was wondering what you all think as I can't seem to decide for myself.....

• Fork OR Spoon (how can you choose?)
• Bowl OR Plate
• And one pair of pants.....that is right to sleep in too no pyjamas are on the list...and they're the ones you're wearing when you arrive....eeps!
• And we have to bring our own water only I don't know how much I would need....what do y'all think?
• Cup OR Mug.....meh whatever sippy cup I say

And we getta bring a rain poncho, sleeping bag, sunglasses, the clothes we are wearing when we arrive and a toothbrush......but people are allowed to smoke so I figure even if they carry out their threats of checking our bags I could always pack compactly stowed nessecities in cigarette boxes or in secret compartments in my pants!  or i could stow stuff in my socks...uncomfortable but effective...and then there's the tried and true classic method ....that is right the tampon box.  never fails that one. 

I have always thought that I will know that i'm fat when I have to rest my excess stomach on my lap when sitting down.  Or perhaps it is when your pants are wider than they are long.  Notice I do not include shorts or skirts in this....because if your shorts or skirts are wider than they are long it is simply the trademark of your career as a hoebag/hoochie.  Another thought was that if I could no longer fit into chairs it would mean I was a bit too robust.  This was revised after I encountered persistent difficulties getting into my desk/chair in chemistry.  I've also heard theories to the tune of "when your stomach sticks out further than your breasts it is time to downsize".  But this must be an old wives tale because in this day and age you can "augment" your chest as much as you want and therefore never be considered too large....i've heard there's no such thing as too large!  Other measurement devices abound...However, due to the events of this afternoon I feel the need to implement my own.  And it is this...

      IF you zip your stomach rolls into your sweater zipper you are one immense hippo of a girl.

Yes I did this,
yes it hurt,
yes it's bleeding,
yes I may be scarred for life,
and yes I have dance pictures tomorrow.

Thank you for your attention

p.s. congratulations graduates!