tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150570833699032922024-03-13T18:48:33.084-04:00closedLauren Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05763570836759436588noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215057083369903292.post-13037341173983354512010-02-01T21:54:00.004-05:002010-02-02T00:44:58.632-05:00agree<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoRG8QA6LJFwD9D-0vBzYsvu_eoxOlvP6IbS_Lty59CNX5LnLuunJqj96LFq-ST640VgQVpKEnhgUxwzz28zos-RcF41KKU5-dYbwJk1TQOF5j4E_hjpzjJuDeoaSF-vnx1fBT2vlZXoRC/s1600-h/tumblr_kx6ytwqub61qzb7gjo1_400.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoRG8QA6LJFwD9D-0vBzYsvu_eoxOlvP6IbS_Lty59CNX5LnLuunJqj96LFq-ST640VgQVpKEnhgUxwzz28zos-RcF41KKU5-dYbwJk1TQOF5j4E_hjpzjJuDeoaSF-vnx1fBT2vlZXoRC/s400/tumblr_kx6ytwqub61qzb7gjo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433474589521451490" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">In agreement with above statement.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's time</span> to <span style="font-size:130%;">live</span>, not just <span style="font-size:78%;">float</span>.<br /><br />- LLauren Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05763570836759436588noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215057083369903292.post-81104673811825473782010-01-10T15:11:00.002-05:002010-01-10T15:15:05.237-05:00it's here!My postal blog is finished and here it is!<br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://postwiththemost.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:180%;">CLICK ME!</span></a><br /><br />I still have to finish up on my first, mail-related post, but there's something there to officially launch it. Today seemed like a good day, a nice solid number, 1/10/10 and I wanted to post something this afternoon so you all could at least have a chance to view the layout if I don't get finished with the post until late this evening. :]<br /><br />Let me know what you think! I'd really love your feedback!!<br /><br />Much [postal] love,<br />- LLauren Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05763570836759436588noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215057083369903292.post-13926710499310290862010-01-06T13:15:00.000-05:002010-01-06T14:00:57.426-05:00untitled is the best descriptionJust like everyone else on the planet, some of my days are good, very good and then the rest I just want to erase from my memory. Today was a lovely, nice slow day. I hate taking it easy because I always feel like there should be something else I could do with my time instead of wearing sweats and watching Gilmore Girl re-runs. But you know what? I enjoy that and that's something I'd like to do more of in this big old talked about new year; do more things only for myself.<br /><br />Often times I get the whole schpiele[sp] of how I'm so young and everything I do is for myself, but really, I know that a good part of what I've done or bought or seen has been for other people the past few months and I'm excited to do more things solely because I'd like to. For instance, I went and painted pottery for a friends belated Christmas present yesterday and it felt awesome to just do something because I felt like it and it was still for someone else.<br /><br />My point is that I want everyone else to do that as well, do things for themselves, splurge a bit more, don't over-think that third brownie you're eating, if you want to buy a ten dollar magazine, go on with your bad self! If you want to do it, it's all your choice and you shouldn't have to feel guilty for whatever a week later. Got it? (insert big hug right here.)<br /><br />I just felt like saying this because so often we set out these resolutions and make them out to be a big ordeal of expectations and then March rolls around and perhaps nothing's happened. Personally, I have never set resolutions nor do I plan to; I hate what they do to people.<br /><br />So...yeah; in the words of Forrest Gump - that's all I have to say about that.<br /><br />Much love,<br />- L<br /><br />PS: I'm THIIIISSSSSS much closer to having my mail-blog up and running!Lauren Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05763570836759436588noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215057083369903292.post-24400708128677534612010-01-02T23:24:00.014-05:002010-01-05T22:34:18.466-05:00love, revisitedOnce I did a post of nothing but little photos dealing with love, well I think it's time for round two. Lately I've been feeling somewhat exhausted of giving love and not receiving it in return, so here's some more love to send out to my lovelies that read the blog. Your little comments and sweet musings can make my day and I appreciate it more than you know.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTJtRXECgegkkj9_pWNP2xquFnypZeVID8yl-nt7HWoUVuL8VVVxHdY4jMkWDQ-7__h2g1PzAZuqo4LV6YxjNelkEQYbbFgz5B2HDyyNMevYzX85YRwC9_o4JVauBmJD-c1I_Dk77nOWFu/s1600-h/tumblr_kr91ibTI0c1qa5vyko1_500.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTJtRXECgegkkj9_pWNP2xquFnypZeVID8yl-nt7HWoUVuL8VVVxHdY4jMkWDQ-7__h2g1PzAZuqo4LV6YxjNelkEQYbbFgz5B2HDyyNMevYzX85YRwC9_o4JVauBmJD-c1I_Dk77nOWFu/s400/tumblr_kr91ibTI0c1qa5vyko1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422367768598738786" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz4SjMIV3v4cx6zw5PVVMYbc0FEyqlmREiiib9uVhdrF4sFxQa4A3LiIIVhF1kXHhxC9cvoDY6-4kHcsxyZOMU-VfL0F2jwoQUlHIM2ObFOJd_0iotlIoPvXJm9074Vud9ZrhZfL3QVK9F/s1600-h/tumblr_kr90sgTrV71qa4c0io1_500.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz4SjMIV3v4cx6zw5PVVMYbc0FEyqlmREiiib9uVhdrF4sFxQa4A3LiIIVhF1kXHhxC9cvoDY6-4kHcsxyZOMU-VfL0F2jwoQUlHIM2ObFOJd_0iotlIoPvXJm9074Vud9ZrhZfL3QVK9F/s400/tumblr_kr90sgTrV71qa4c0io1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422366176962147058" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif3JI6oBlDYFRrjPAsPgd0GUfWi9c4_dp69MDFXxbC34XosrMv06iUNs2pHVfjHyWfbARoopjmASQcGd4ti6_XaJzBF9pgxeo61YSUkjFs68RqH2-AO3Z5kvq2_kxttEzxmxf2BfI31vJ0/s1600-h/tumblr_kr9eupNPgW1qzb7gjo1_500.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif3JI6oBlDYFRrjPAsPgd0GUfWi9c4_dp69MDFXxbC34XosrMv06iUNs2pHVfjHyWfbARoopjmASQcGd4ti6_XaJzBF9pgxeo61YSUkjFs68RqH2-AO3Z5kvq2_kxttEzxmxf2BfI31vJ0/s400/tumblr_kr9eupNPgW1qzb7gjo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422366171167972706" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicQNUZV-mAdz_LrgZ3fzYU3WYK2XKxwlB06U3j359A6Xm6uAK6ZtxCym7QXAWhFIHQx-b9_HR396FZei3VkfLcESZQxu5kiOjRqQHfFXFVra2kf-Q0HpTto0sO5XSDTlqEkqULauA8NnCd/s1600-h/tumblr_kp62t2UTqw1qzu84jo1_500.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicQNUZV-mAdz_LrgZ3fzYU3WYK2XKxwlB06U3j359A6Xm6uAK6ZtxCym7QXAWhFIHQx-b9_HR396FZei3VkfLcESZQxu5kiOjRqQHfFXFVra2kf-Q0HpTto0sO5XSDTlqEkqULauA8NnCd/s400/tumblr_kp62t2UTqw1qzu84jo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422365427608531890" border="0" /></a><br />Love,<br />- LLauren Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05763570836759436588noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215057083369903292.post-4419297014723320742010-01-01T02:00:00.001-05:002010-01-01T15:12:16.026-05:00sending out love, postal love[mail blog preview]This is mail that I have sent out, starting with the most recent. There's more that I've sent out, about 10ish more letters/notes, but didn't want to make this huge post even bigger. 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width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1I3vDN0RqDRW7ndLpEyF9wRz4A1Fa7-qEjtgkhIolBcNv-IpwuMrAIby1W9not4ehV9Ojfxd-oAMziwwDgARmzl23ROQ5_K4aA20_alJU6e8RKnjfjjWOvq9cUJgSjhhf0wKTcJhQriy4/s400/5512geg+%282+of+38%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421864324619243778" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Much [postal] love,<br />- LLauren Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05763570836759436588noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215057083369903292.post-5587043129596283932009-12-31T12:31:00.004-05:002009-12-31T16:08:13.888-05:00horrid week of empty smilesI don't have much to say because I'm currently tweaking a couple of blogs...<br /><br />Hope everyone has a happy New Years eve; mine's going to be pretty boring unfortunately, maybe I'll go to a coffeeshop and write for awhile since there's no one answering their phone these days to try and get together with.<br /><br />I roll my eyes and sigh at the fact that the first half of the year was amazing but the last half...not so much. Hope everyone else has a wonderful time and makes lots of new memories though!<br /><br />(I've had a horrible week and have always hated to complain especially when I know no one reads this, but still, I'm trying to get rid of my heartache and no one seems to want to help. Hopefully in the big talked about 2010 I can get my act together and move somewhere where I'll meet lovely, reliable people who keep promises and ride their bikes over to my apartment to cheer me up. I dream of this life that will hopefully begin in a years time and wish for all of your dreams to come true in this brand new decade that's upon us.)<br /><br />Much love,<br />- LLauren Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05763570836759436588noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215057083369903292.post-4183272689320266122009-12-28T21:20:00.003-05:002009-12-28T21:55:11.478-05:00thoughts, the precious ones in need of careI've decided that I'm moving. Somewhere. Somewhere else new. I don't think I can LIVE and be capable of LOVE here anymore. All the ones that had insurance on my life and love have gone away or are preparing to. Being dramatic is something I hate, but sometimes the truth is very dramatic.<br /><br />Recently, I've been offered a room and board in Australia with one of my friends and pen-pals, <a href="http://goodnightlittlespoon.blogspot.com/">Miss Bianca J</a>. She likes the idea of having an American living with her and her (from what I've heard) lovely boyfriend and I love the idea of moving out somewhere as far as Australia and the completely new adventure of it.<br /><br />Before I move there sometime in the summer (when it's cold, winter-time there) I'd like to move back to Ohio or even possibly, Alabama. Somehow, a good number of my friends now live there and that fact is kind of frustrating. I still don't like it and don't want to live there permanently, but maybe, just maybe for a 2-4 month period or something.<br /><br />Honestly, I just see no more reason to stay in Naples. There's no fuel for my fire, my drive, my ignition; I'm worn out, quite tired of trying to find a job in a city full of skinny, tan blonde things and losing inspiration fast. My world seems to be on the west coast or in some other country far far away. Every time I hear about a neat shop or fair I'd like to go to it's in San Fransisco, Seattle, Chicago, Vancouver or somewhere else on the west coast. I'd really love to move to Vancouver, I could maybe get a job with the company my Dad works for; but with the Olympics coming up, it's most likely way too expensive to live there, even to rent.<br /><br />I hate sounding like such a brat, really, but I'm so exhausted, emotionally, I don't know how to deal with the tiniest things like dropping silverware. Losing touch with one of my three best friends has been a bummer, barely seeing the second while she's home is killing me (even though I know I'm not the only person she wants to see and the only friend who misses her, it still hurts), and the third is busy with work. Looking back, I know there were much worse of times of loneliness and exhaustion, so I don't want to complain any further.<br /><br />Mail seems to be one of the few things keeping my awake and looking forward to something every day. So on days like today when there's NOTHING but bills, it just puts my sad mood into an angry one. People experience that every day, I know I know, but for someone with 20+ pen-pals, it can be quite the frustration-booster.<br /><br /><br />Anyway, on a lighter note, wanted to let you know that in the next two weeks I will be putting together my mail and mail-art blog! I've been taking photos of mail sent and recieved the past couple months in anticipation, but the thing that's been holding me back is a catchy name. (Such as the fabulous <a href="http://missivemaven.blogspot.com/">Missive Maven</a>.) So far all I've got is The Mail Maiden or the Maiden of Mail; but to me, that sounds too much like 'The Missive Maven' and like I'm a copy-cat, you know? Well, here's thr proposition - With the words featured below, help me figure out a name for my mail/mail-art themed blog, and you'll receive something special in the mail from me! I'll post some photos soon to show you my handy-work with mail-art and love of vintage stamps so you'll get a glimpse of what you could be receiving. :]<br /><br />Feel free to add more of your choice words, but here's what I've got so far:<br />Missive/Postal/Mail/Dilettante/Dabber/Art/Love/Live/Life/Must/Maiden/Duchess/Pretty/Daring/Caring/Letter/Letters/Post/Service/Deliver/Devoted<br /><br />Looking forward to your ideas!<br />- LLauren Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05763570836759436588noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215057083369903292.post-34530740574847441822009-12-11T22:47:00.002-05:002009-12-11T22:57:28.195-05:00the company of heartache<div align="center">heartache, heartache.</div><div align="center">will you stay?</div><div align="center">will you be mine, on this rainy day?</div><div align="center">you comfort me ever so easily.</div><div align="center">and tend to the loneliness that resists my plea.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">does anyone know of such pain?</div><div align="center">the un-tragic kind that twists your soul?</div><div align="center">needing to see the faces, those lovely ones.</div><div align="center">they've begun to fade, to grow old, </div><div align="center">put on a un-wanted shelf in your heart, weakend with mold.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">heartache, heartache.</div><div align="center">please, let me be.</div><div align="center">my foolish assumptions led my heart away.</div><div align="center">they made me believe i was really there.</div><div align="center">when it appears i never have.</div><div align="center">i don't want you, but know you'll stay.</div><div align="center">heartache, oh heartache.</div><br />- LLauren Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05763570836759436588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215057083369903292.post-84392967126137057042009-11-21T13:31:00.002-05:002009-11-21T13:35:38.661-05:00it's my birthday! (in australia)Or atleast it was a few hours ago....haha. When I got on the computer today I was overjoyed to see this in my inbox and just had to share. :]<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL9CKsfGrz7kx216U0CH_o7_Pr9wdaOu0zrgfS2x2qU3mH9xXKsme505js4OCJvf8KVuNj4Hft8tO4h2kLZ54Dr0L1-V1Dpxyfx4Q_FomsdTIrXFQLOIzjKooRCP_uee2zVAICuZXcvKEa/s1600/birthdaybianca09.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 387px; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406627093482420434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL9CKsfGrz7kx216U0CH_o7_Pr9wdaOu0zrgfS2x2qU3mH9xXKsme505js4OCJvf8KVuNj4Hft8tO4h2kLZ54Dr0L1-V1Dpxyfx4Q_FomsdTIrXFQLOIzjKooRCP_uee2zVAICuZXcvKEa/s400/birthdaybianca09.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Thanks so much Bianca! One of the cutest and neatest presents I've ever recieved! <3 <3<br /><br />- LLauren Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05763570836759436588noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215057083369903292.post-84103316139459745532009-11-09T18:28:00.002-05:002009-11-09T18:31:13.962-05:00down to the meadow<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lns_photography/4091217654/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402250008592682658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ4po2XUioEKY6rfqbP_nfQS5fOrDSGkRd_SiAE-NeU2xDMiJTYUHvKwFbkPJLSZLoxxte2pYlnt8QE2P7u8mVga-um4G8tVrtK929IVaOVZ4VkG1q33iYuv3UpuhBzgPH4188xVK9d_3J/s400/FH000006-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">he asked her gently,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">'my dear, have you been down to the meadow?'</span></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>- L</div>Lauren Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05763570836759436588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215057083369903292.post-52522162585080062252009-11-01T12:52:00.004-05:002009-11-01T13:27:25.471-05:00november now<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7_IW9vUEWJlN632jBwcRByS4a8f4CV87owhqdtGWaCVBWolfoVwZqRDvKob1LAvPvElONv_eiC5veQ36LAUCuHyqMRzDsCz2d2NTBy5igezxeYd0xXs-ZFzbzUFyMiZpR3Xwo9gFCzaK_/s1600-h/667544.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399203328470118866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7_IW9vUEWJlN632jBwcRByS4a8f4CV87owhqdtGWaCVBWolfoVwZqRDvKob1LAvPvElONv_eiC5veQ36LAUCuHyqMRzDsCz2d2NTBy5igezxeYd0xXs-ZFzbzUFyMiZpR3Xwo9gFCzaK_/s400/667544.jpg" /></a><br /><div>(Click photo for bigger image!)</div><div> </div><div>- L</div>Lauren Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05763570836759436588noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215057083369903292.post-46815179504545658742009-10-28T16:07:00.004-04:002009-10-30T13:48:54.502-04:00do not fret for him<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYgc2iBAh8eoiCOCZ8Cgv9G82XumgZIae_8JcOX6-PbkxTyYqntX2lyyvio46avDqUuHx3zuhFwicv4EZEqmIrD4tbE20QoHnx9bLMrwz9ex_88L9UpweS4WJTthyphenhyphenqTiLT8dU6KB204IvC/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398451353431418514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYgc2iBAh8eoiCOCZ8Cgv9G82XumgZIae_8JcOX6-PbkxTyYqntX2lyyvio46avDqUuHx3zuhFwicv4EZEqmIrD4tbE20QoHnx9bLMrwz9ex_88L9UpweS4WJTthyphenhyphenqTiLT8dU6KB204IvC/s400/untitled.bmp" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>"No my friend, <strong>darkness</strong> is <em><strong>not</strong></em> everywhere, for here and there I find faces <em><span style="font-size:130%;">illuminated from within</span></em>; paper lanterns amoung the dark trees."<br />- Carole Borges<br /><br />"The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and <span style="font-size:180%;">love us</span>."<br />- Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />"What should young people do with their lives today? <strong>Many things, obviously</strong>. But the most daring thing is to <em>create</em> <span style="font-size:130%;">stable</span> communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured."<br />- Kurt Vonnegut</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Happy Blogging!</span></div><div>- L</div>Lauren Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05763570836759436588noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215057083369903292.post-66790880990964602782009-10-23T13:13:00.006-04:002009-10-30T13:53:56.061-04:00well, hello thereHere are some things that have made me giggle lately -<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgimE3VDNeq8kn6AtB3SYsiSrKNW1oowcBWAlpLHazucFc79rg8l97KLsD3_ssKvtVGVw5F9aQ49aBIboVBj66ZFU3pJomZZQTzyKcmFsDqr695FG2sKXf5BtzxsUKzGXWZfG8CDiyINis-/s1600-h/tumblr_krslz5TDfX1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395846643909431938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgimE3VDNeq8kn6AtB3SYsiSrKNW1oowcBWAlpLHazucFc79rg8l97KLsD3_ssKvtVGVw5F9aQ49aBIboVBj66ZFU3pJomZZQTzyKcmFsDqr695FG2sKXf5BtzxsUKzGXWZfG8CDiyINis-/s400/tumblr_krslz5TDfX1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0nT2_DarfCXcxo5YbxjL9V5Gbut4DuNFIAJeXyfwVy5oJTFrmEfnleKNLkL89MWeChzxzzuccp7BX38U4KRGsxiLuy3S9b0enV77jR5G_uc8xxgiTrbqQ6b_RKICECxVqd0ASIroGDjRt/s1600-h/tumblr_krkvo0d19F1qzh229o1_500.png"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395846636597510994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0nT2_DarfCXcxo5YbxjL9V5Gbut4DuNFIAJeXyfwVy5oJTFrmEfnleKNLkL89MWeChzxzzuccp7BX38U4KRGsxiLuy3S9b0enV77jR5G_uc8xxgiTrbqQ6b_RKICECxVqd0ASIroGDjRt/s400/tumblr_krkvo0d19F1qzh229o1_500.png" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCTseDeBY1rYkJhUa1986vKg3vvVGdxYihpOPipjVOoIOuJRB2B1G2ku7x4xs9ssDcmAc8d_Yq2jGjDMs9EpRhr5Uy5j_FenH8l0xmGVNaxzYxCoK4RfPpBpkbGJ2IXONRNzK_QOHqR3fN/s1600-h/tumblr_krhznsHwKK1qzj9v4o1_500.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395846633949044482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCTseDeBY1rYkJhUa1986vKg3vvVGdxYihpOPipjVOoIOuJRB2B1G2ku7x4xs9ssDcmAc8d_Yq2jGjDMs9EpRhr5Uy5j_FenH8l0xmGVNaxzYxCoK4RfPpBpkbGJ2IXONRNzK_QOHqR3fN/s400/tumblr_krhznsHwKK1qzj9v4o1_500.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><div>- L</div></div></div></div>Lauren Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05763570836759436588noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215057083369903292.post-73146001436916273122009-10-22T22:13:00.003-04:002009-10-22T22:23:00.132-04:00the time of ember<div align="center">Her heart is full of ember.</div><div align="center">The kind of warm truth.</div><div align="center">She feels it shaking her bones.</div><div align="center">Shaking them almost dry.</div><div align="center">How long will this ember of warmth last.</div><div align="center">A possible minute longer than the story?</div><div align="center">These thoughts run up and down her spine.</div><div align="center">Waiting for the wonder of the cry.</div><div align="center">This burst will transform her.</div><div align="center">More than she's been told.</div><div align="center">The ember truth will shatter.</div><div align="center">To reveal the beauty of love.</div><div align="center">A beauty so pure, so true.</div><div align="center">Her heart won't take it.</div><div align="center">And she'll move to be.</div><div align="center">On a cloud up above.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">- L</div>Lauren Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05763570836759436588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215057083369903292.post-89995814796702699812009-10-14T23:00:00.003-04:002009-10-14T23:17:12.571-04:00slept in remembrance<div align="center">She looked out the window.</div><div align="center">Eyes filled with tears so pure.</div><div align="center">She saw nothing of this moment.</div><div align="center">Things that are meant to be.</div><div align="center">Her soul dreamed of red.</div><div align="center">Not this crowded green.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">She dreams of previous life.</div><div align="center">When times were full of heart.</div><div align="center">And grace, laughter and love.</div><div align="center">These slept-thoughts will comfort her.</div><div align="center">Until they become too gray to see.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Then she raises her shaken hands.</div><div align="center">To open the window of green.</div><div align="center">Grasping onto fragile air.</div><div align="center">She is screaming, crying out.</div><div align="center">Asking for the time of last year.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">For that time was forever.</div><div align="center">That time was hers. </div><div align="center">It was hers and all of theirs.</div><div align="center">Memories of which are the most dear. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Thinking of the conversations.</div><div align="center">The moments and laughter.</div><div align="center">Crying out for November.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">She cried for November. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">- L</div>Lauren Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05763570836759436588noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215057083369903292.post-43353746464902795202009-10-07T13:00:00.002-04:002009-10-07T14:07:20.803-04:00love much?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVfSqSpDhUE-HDKoR4vIvtttvb44NPyCP7kTs66NFyKmS0BKtu3U6EmG9zKzY8hMsaLKp5-6Tv6GUFbcF3e0tPd2sYF1yKU472d1FOjVfPcDAw0MGr_mC45Fiyf16oMQ9lpWQ_bmfkxxIN/s1600-h/tumblr_kp8v81UK731qzvsqto1_500.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389920909834643250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVfSqSpDhUE-HDKoR4vIvtttvb44NPyCP7kTs66NFyKmS0BKtu3U6EmG9zKzY8hMsaLKp5-6Tv6GUFbcF3e0tPd2sYF1yKU472d1FOjVfPcDAw0MGr_mC45Fiyf16oMQ9lpWQ_bmfkxxIN/s400/tumblr_kp8v81UK731qzvsqto1_500.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQk_jebyN8JnE431Q2BOVgSvDKPA1aW3bDKAIgV_pVGk2a_vETkLwZ0u5oO7vruhZOn18WCKkOqQNbpvEYqfMporq3qEmiWWVjdulwt3ib3RMP0GQx6aNXer4C8VFws0Z0haS3A8OS12fQ/s1600-h/tumblr_kpz85cbixE1qzr5ipo1_500.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389920251672953410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQk_jebyN8JnE431Q2BOVgSvDKPA1aW3bDKAIgV_pVGk2a_vETkLwZ0u5oO7vruhZOn18WCKkOqQNbpvEYqfMporq3qEmiWWVjdulwt3ib3RMP0GQx6aNXer4C8VFws0Z0haS3A8OS12fQ/s400/tumblr_kpz85cbixE1qzr5ipo1_500.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKm3y9uhgTh-Y2YhFSCa2kzG87qeGgrLfHlxPLGMgJoGOPIDlKWCH6ptlMpxTdJWTbAEWKfsvlPjWg-2XzUrK95eCa6KC_9Aiu8GWNfwpASxJbflc0J1QSVZb7GiIg7nVzwu1KwVkpQLX2/s1600-h/tumblr_kpaw91iwXZ1qzr5ipo1_500.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389920242521484978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKm3y9uhgTh-Y2YhFSCa2kzG87qeGgrLfHlxPLGMgJoGOPIDlKWCH6ptlMpxTdJWTbAEWKfsvlPjWg-2XzUrK95eCa6KC_9Aiu8GWNfwpASxJbflc0J1QSVZb7GiIg7nVzwu1KwVkpQLX2/s400/tumblr_kpaw91iwXZ1qzr5ipo1_500.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3aD_JVzLxd8_4OdIbWVfwVDSQEXYLpETtwZtXgUfLybxNNlyD7pDHpfJj6A2792Jw_rgnACthj20rKzXgKPt0vJlkcdgAZX-9JnIR8r4TVD-b0koQZ1H3CziukoUWSFNW-4UhyzHnU4kq/s1600-h/tumblr_kpz6o4qBbX1qzb7gjo1_500.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389906333002223234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3aD_JVzLxd8_4OdIbWVfwVDSQEXYLpETtwZtXgUfLybxNNlyD7pDHpfJj6A2792Jw_rgnACthj20rKzXgKPt0vJlkcdgAZX-9JnIR8r4TVD-b0koQZ1H3CziukoUWSFNW-4UhyzHnU4kq/s400/tumblr_kpz6o4qBbX1qzb7gjo1_500.jpg" /></a></div><div><br />all credit can be found on my tumblr, <a href="http://thisheartfeltmemory.tumblr.com/">'I Remember This...'</a></div><div> </div><div>- L<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div>Lauren Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05763570836759436588noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215057083369903292.post-79117255593147134132009-08-01T13:11:00.003-04:002009-08-10T00:27:00.262-04:00unfinished thoughtsstarting with a quote..<br /><br />"Art is a collaboration between God and the artist, and the less the artist does, the better" - Andre Gide<br /><br /><br />---------------------------------------<br />EDIT - 8/9/09<br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">i can't remember exactly as to where i was going with this, i think something about art and why we're all a part of each other's inspiration..? anyhow...moving on to new things.</span></em><br /><br /><strong><em>come back</em></strong> tomorrow <span style="font-size:85%;">(</span><span style="font-size:130%;">August 10th</span><span style="font-size:85%;">)</span> and there should be some new features and blogs!<br /><br /><strong>and thank you to Kaylyn for the lovely, sweet comment. :D</strong><br /><br />- LLauren Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05763570836759436588noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215057083369903292.post-22223187114814791852009-07-29T17:33:00.003-04:002009-07-29T17:35:40.435-04:00coming attractionswithin the next four days this space will be filled with wonderful-ness.<br /><br />i know it can be hard, but trust me.<br /><br />in the meantime..read 1st Corinthians 13 once again. it's definately changed since the last time i read through it. we should all read it at least once a month. i know i'm going to put an effort out to.<br /><br />until your doseage of wonderful arrives,<br /><br />LOVE and hugs,<br />- LLauren Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05763570836759436588noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215057083369903292.post-32106656544429427902009-07-28T19:04:00.003-04:002009-07-28T19:14:06.803-04:00no one is alone<em><span style="font-size:130%;">Quotes</span></em> are amognst my favorite things <strong>lately</strong>. <span style="font-size:130%;">Read on..</span><br /><br /><br /><br />"If <strong>you </strong>look the right way, you <span style="font-size:130%;"><em>will see</em></span> that the <em>whole</em> world is a <span style="font-size:180%;">garden</span>." - <span style="font-size:85%;">title from 'The Secret Garden'</span><br /><br /><br />"<span style="font-size:130%;">Everywhere</span> is walking distance<strong> if you</strong> have the <strong><em>time</em></strong>." - <span style="font-size:85%;">Stephen Wright</span><br /><br /><br />"We do not remember days, we remember <span style="font-size:180%;"><em>moments</em></span>." - <span style="font-size:85%;">Cesare Pavese</span><br /><br />love and hugs,<br />- LLauren Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05763570836759436588noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215057083369903292.post-25004057958006211562009-06-27T01:10:00.005-04:002009-06-27T11:26:51.993-04:00death by celebrity week"You <strong>have to show</strong> them that you're really not scared<br />You're playin' <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">with your life</span></strong>, this ain't no truth or dare<br />They'll kick you, then they beat you<br />Then they'll <span style="font-size:130%;">tell you</span> it's fair<br />So beat it, but you wanna be bad<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it</span></strong><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">No one</span></em> wants to be defeated<br />Showin' how funky and strong is your fight<br />It <strong>doesn't matter</strong> who's <em>wrong or right</em>"<br />- MJ<br /><br /><br /><br />This piece is all that I will post about the passing of Michael Jackson.<br /><br />Also, to say that I thoroughly have enjoyed listening to his music the past 24 hours on constant music video marathons - quite interesting and entertaining. I was <strong>surprised</strong> to have liked a lot of the songs he did after the 'Thriller' album and all the plastic surgery. He was and is a legend and I truly believe there will never be anyone like him; much so in retrospect of Elvis and The Beatles.<br /><br />But don't let Jackson's death overshadow those of two other big names in the entertainment industry. Ed McMan and Farrah Fawcett passed this past week along with the King of Pop, and <em><span style="font-size:130%;">we</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">need to</span></em> remember them as well.<br /><br />Yes, they are not AS huge as Jackson, but still, they were human beings that <strong>deserve</strong> to be honored and mourned as well.<br /><br />So I'm going to go ahead and say it - <strong>Quit freaking out people!</strong> - for goodness sakes, he's in a better place! Trust me, I'm afraid to die sometimes and for the people I care about most to die, but as much as that scares me, it also brings me joy to know that we'll move on to a much more enjoyable and free-ing life with God and His Son.<br /><br />---<br /><br />Unfortunately I don't know for sure where a lot of the people I look up to in the Film industry, Music industry and Art/Photography industries will go when they die. That's one of the unfortunate part about celebrities, most of us rarely get to meet them, to know them; to <span style="font-size:180%;">really see</span> what kind of a person they are and how genuine they <em><span style="font-size:130%;">truly</span></em> can be.<br /><br />I don't worry my head over it every day, but sometimes I get in a state of wonderment about what all these famous people really are like and if the faith they probably had when they were younger will really come through for them in the end. I don't believe that you need to be an amazingly fanatic Christian person and be that way your whole life, but so many of these people in the Entertainment industry haven't been either or.<br /><br />I actually think to myself sometimes, I wonder if when they get to the pearly gates, <em>will they</em> start an argument with God about all the issues we have with each other in present day?<br /><br />- Abortion<br />- Gay Rights<br />- Sex Before Marriage<br />- Marriage In General<br />- Drugs & Alcohol<br />ETC.<br /><br />You know? I have a feeling some might! And in a way, that's <em>hysterically funny</em>, but on the other hand, it's an odd kind of defiance and just...wrong.<br /><br />So, maybe instead of being upset over these people's deaths, take some time to think over how you can not only pray but in any little way possible help these kinds of people get stronger faith. Yeah, there's slim to none chances of you ever meeting the people you look up to or who entertain you with their talents, but still, every little bit helps. <strong><em>Every single person</em></strong> has <strong>a way</strong> of helping others understand God and his mission & purpose more.<br /><br />loveandhugs,<br />- LLauren Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05763570836759436588noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215057083369903292.post-883903580578780252009-06-20T01:10:00.003-04:002009-06-20T01:55:57.764-04:00bunny scratches and cannolisLife has it's ups & downs.<br /><br />That's the <strong>best</strong> way to describe where I'm at.<br /><br />One moment I'm in this huge fight and discussion with my parents about where my life is going; and the next the three of us are driving around Naples talking calmly and having a good time.<br /><br />I get upset or ticked at people for the <strong><span style="font-size:85%;">tinyest</span></strong> things and don't know what to do with myself; then I wish I'd never said anything and just been the great friend I know I am.<br /><br />Life can suck one moment and the next it's <em>crazy/beautiful</em>.<br /><br />There's no possible way to <em>acurately</em> describe myself and the situations I'm in anymore except through quotes and lyrics.<br /><br />Odd..but true.<br /><br />Emotions speak louder than words, through song. I guess..?<br /><br /><strong><em>Everywhere</em> I go</strong> anymore, a card or label on a box or something on a menu reminds me of my closest friends. I <span style="font-size:180%;">love</span> it.<br /><br />I'm beyond, <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">BEYOND</span> </strong>blessed to have the friends that I have. Just...amazing people are in my life right now and it's beyond my mind capacity to figure out how these kinds of people exist.<br /><br />According to my Dad: "I wish that I had friends like you when I was younger, Lauren. None of your friends deserve you and your generosity. None of them. You're such a wonderful and talented person, with an amazingly giving heart."<br /><br />I do not lie; after a huge fight and a few discussions I had with my parents this evening, my Dad and I talked about random different things, including friends. I have a different kind of relationship with both parents than most, it's a good & bad thing.<br /><br />And he's said that same quote before a couple times.<br /><br />I agree with him, then again I don't.<br /><br />Sometimes I <em><span style="font-size:130%;">wonder</span></em> if certain people deserve me, but I <strong>know that a small handful do</strong>. There are <strong>just</strong> certain people that come into your life and then your heart that are just meant to be there and need to be there. To remind you every day that you're still loved despite what un-blood-related people have said otherwise in the past. And visa versa. These people that are just <span style="font-size:130%;"><em>meant to be loved</em></span> just as much as you need loving from someone who isn't related to you, they <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>deserve</strong></span> it. There are so many other people out there that I think deserve these kind of friend-type-relationships, but I just have not found them yet.<br /><br />Or they haven't found me..<br /><br />Also, sometimes, I feel as though you really have to shove it into other peoples minds that it's okay to be honest with you, whether you've heard it before or not. Whether you feel as though they are listening to the core of what you're saying or not. Or, whether you're hearing them out or not. OR, whether you cannot decide how to respond to the compassion and sincere words they've put in front of you.<br /><br />The truth is..I take my anger or frustration or sadness out on the people I least want to. Ranging from my friends to my parents to my pets to my siblings to inatamite objects, sometimes even myself. This is a habit that has to be broken, not needs to, has to. I can't hurt the wrong people anymore, make it seem like I don't appriciate them, or care for them anymore. I truly apologize if I've made it seem like any of the above were true, cause they are not. Nor will they ever be. [ <span style="font-size:85%;">insert smiley face here.</span> ]<br /><br />I <strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">love</span></em></strong> every single one of you silly sweethearts, so just deal with it..<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Lauren Lankford, Kaylyn Vollmer, Carol Tickel, Valerie Valcourt, Martine Valcourt, Jon Vollmer, April Payne, Emily Terry, Harrison Vollmer, Millie Palmer & the whole Chi Rho Crew .</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br />Love AND Hugs,<br />- LLauren Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05763570836759436588noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215057083369903292.post-10202205949426927322009-06-18T17:32:00.007-04:002009-06-18T17:59:10.269-04:00life, let's not generalize #2<span style="font-size:85%;">Sometimes, like right now, I don't give a damn if I sound selfish or like a bitch. I really want to lock myself in a room with nothing but my favorite music, some paper to doodle on, a pen, and a big pillow. Just cry and be myself, all by myself and not have to worry about what and who is outside the door.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><strong><em>-- i don't know what to do or how to act around anyone, anymore. no one.</em></strong><br /><strong><em>-- i feel like i say all the wrong things at the wrong times to say them.</em></strong><br /><strong><em>-- even though <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> told that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> loved, i still feel like i can never live up to my parents expectations lately.</em></strong><br /><strong><em>-- not having any clue as to why, but i hate the fact that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">i've</span> never been <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">someone's</span> best friend, but <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">i've</span> considered them mine.</em></strong><br /><strong><em>-- i don't mind if i fail the drivers test again, but i mind if it makes it appear as though <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">i've</span> put no effort into it.</em></strong><br /><strong><em>-- my life is crumbling around me, everything and everyone and i know there's not much i can do to stop the cracks on the walls of my life.</em></strong><br /><strong><em>-- i feel as though <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> so self-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">absorbed</span> sometimes, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">comparatively</span> to my friends who have been through so much more than me.</em></strong><br /><strong><em>-- there are certain people i just never want to hear their opinion of certain subjects, ever again; never ever again.</em></strong><br /><strong><em>-- i really don't know how to describe my life or who i am or where <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> going. it doesn't scare me but makes me feel insecure every now and then.</em></strong><br /><br /><br />Reality <span style="font-size:130%;">sucks</span>,<strong> <span style="font-size:85%;">basically</span></strong>.<br />And I <em>want to live</em> in <strong>Wonderland</strong> with Alice & her friends.<br /><br />honest love&hugs,<br />- LLauren Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05763570836759436588noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215057083369903292.post-26393706530055106642009-06-17T14:33:00.003-04:002009-06-17T15:47:12.470-04:00use somebody<span style="font-size:180%;">"</span><span style="font-size:85%;">you</span> know that <em><span style="font-size:85%;">i could use</span></em> somebody.<br /><br />someone <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>like you</strong></span>.<br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">somebody"</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JCZfJ5ai07U">- KoL</a></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">i hate coming back to reality, point blank. </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">i hate being rude and obnoxious.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">i hate not talking to my closest friend for almost a week.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">i hate that i don't know what i'm going to do with myself in july & august.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">i hate that i can't make up my mind about someone.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">i hate that i probably won't see most of my local friends past the month of august, for a long time.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">i hate that i don't have my drivers license yet. </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">---</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">i love that i have as many great friends as i do now; especially in comparison to where i was at this time last year.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">i love that i still have pen-pals.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">i love that i could possibly be starting a new life in the fall.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">i love that i'm taking control of my body and eating habits when i wanted to; not when someone else wanted me to.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">i love that i'm taking more chances, whether i'm the only one who notices or not.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">i love that i no longer take a side in politics.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">i love that i'm getting used to seeing photos of myself.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">i love that i found love through friendship just when i needed it.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">and i love that they see me through all my flaws and are more accepting than i could have ever asked for.</span></em><br /><em></em><br />love&hugs,<br />- LLauren Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05763570836759436588noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215057083369903292.post-72825537357653820442009-06-15T14:45:00.005-04:002009-06-20T01:57:25.591-04:00life, let's not generalizei had an awesome weekend until sunday night...and yeah, well, that's all i have to say.<br /><br />i'm doing my best to not publicly complain, cause i hate sounding like an ass or hurting others feelings or letting others know they hurt mine.<br /><br />although it's really stupid to say beforehand and looks like i'm doubting myself, i know almost 100% that i will fail that part of the drivers test again. most likely will wind up taking it four or five times. i hope not, but i hate any sort of studying and when i do study, i get bored and can't seem to remember the important things i need and have to know.<br /><br />i haven't responded to letters for two weeks cause of stuff in my life that's just annyoing and brain-wise time consuming for me. the past week all i've read is the drivers manual, nothing else. despite wanting to read a 608 page novel through the summer; i should have started a month ago.<br /><br /><br /><br />i know this sounds completely self-obsorbed and somewhat vain, but<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">nobody <em>really knows</em> what it's like to be me. <strong>no one</strong> does.</span><br />- LLauren Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05763570836759436588noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215057083369903292.post-10025839648383235602009-04-17T23:35:00.002-04:002009-04-17T23:53:27.100-04:00PLEASE, stop this trainI'm going to write this out with no looking back, no regret of the typing errors I will make and how bad my grammar is going to appear; or if I sound too selfish.<br /><br />I'm not looking forward to the fall. I'm not looking forward to August.<br /><br />I'm not looking forward to never seeing all the faces and laughter I encounter on wednesday and sunday nights.<br /><br />I don't want my life to stop, but a part of it's going to.<br /><br />Idon't want one of my most close friends to move hundereds of miles away in four months.<br /><br />I don't want to be an adult, I can't grow any older, it's going to kill my soul.<br /><br />I don't want to wonder what's going on with an even more large amount of people when I can't be around to see. I don't think I'll be able to handle it.<br /><br />There's no way I can not be selfsish in my wants and desires for things to come to a fucking halt.<br /><br />I can't be that smile against the wall saying things are alright when they aren't.<br /><br />I won't be insecure and inhibited about my feelings towards the people in my life anymore. I don't have a whole lot of time wtith them left.<br /><br />My head is telling me that if I continue to live here once the next academic year starts agaibn, I'll loose my mind; once everyone goes back to school and I am kicked out of the best enviorment I've known in the longest time.<br /><br />I have to get away, somehow. There's no way of me staying around this place if I can't be with the people I love.<br /><br />This city named after another in italy is the most amazing place I have ever lived in. But 90% of that is because of the people who are here. I can live without all the great shopping and beaches and sights.<br /><br />I won't be going to college in the fall, never planned on it, never wanted it or thought of it as much as so many othe rpeople do. I don't need it to live my life, don't think I ever will. Maybe it's a stupid move, but I don't care, I think it's a waste of four years I could be doing so much more.<br /><br />I sit here, crying my emotions out of my soul, desperately wanting to stop slow dancing in this damn burning room. Please, PLEASE, someone stop this train I'm on, stop the time, or I'm going to go insane.<br /><br /><strong><em>"I'm</em> <span style="font-size:130%;">so scared</span> <em>of getting older; I'm only good at being </em><span style="font-size:130%;">young</span><em>."</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>"And you don't miss a thing, 'til you </em><span style="font-size:180%;">cry</span><em>. When you're driving away,</em> in the <span style="font-size:130%;">dark</span><em>. Singing,</em> <span style="font-size:130%;">stop this train</span><em>."</em></strong><br /><br />- LLauren Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05763570836759436588noreply@blogger.com4