Said you didn't love me, it was right on time. I was just about to tell you but it'll be alright.

"This song is for my friend Lea.
I want to suck your face off.
Like, goddamn. You make me feel like I'm riding an electric unicorn."
-Ryan Adams

Comments:
If a guy ever dedicated a song to me like this in front of a sold out stadium, I'd want to suck his face off too. Or Cry and smile alot, because honestly, It's kind of cute. I'm not sure which though.

Laura: I want to ride the electric unicorn too.

Oh Boo-Fucking-Hoo

I'm going to go off on a bit of a rant, so pardon me:
But today I came across this article, which was about "body image". It was written by some sixteen year old girl and basically accused all people that are skinny of being "anorexic" and stated that all "models are airbrushed" and bitched about how you never ever see fuller girls, or even normal sized girls being promoted in the media, which is the biggest pile of bullshit I've ever heard. Seriously, just because you're a little bit bigger it doesen't give you the right to attack people who are thinner. You don't see me attacking you because you're curvy, do you?
Seriously, get a life.

Rad Hourani for Mode20

Mad- Heather Marks


Pure- Johanna Stickland


God- Julia Dunstall


Raw- Meghan Collison


Love- Darla Baker


Dark- Marla Boehr



So basically, I just thought I'd share these with you. They're quite interesting to watch.

Disappointment and regret collide, and I am lying awake at night.

You can't find nothing at all if there was nothing there all along.

Be afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your blood.

We've been waiting for the sky to open up to us for too long,
I'm so sick of listening to your sad songs,
So pray for the rain, and I'll pray for your closure.
This pain can't last.
Tomorrow is always a new day.

OH HAI KIDZ.

I play Camp Rock on guitar when I'm bored.
Its easy.
Vids to come. Haha.

Speaking French makes me hold my camera crooked apparently.

I know that my shitty (uh, cooked) snapshots do not give it justice, so let me just say that Montreal is an AMAZING city and leave it at that. The architecture is brilliant, and the people are wonderful.

There are several things really right with my life right now.

- I start school on Tuesday
- I start school on Tuesday because my friggin transcripts FINALLY got to the University
- I have my textbooks. My classes look good.
- My room is clean
- House on Thursday for Cheesy Pop time.
- My friends are so where its at right now.
- Work is mellow for once.
- I'm not procrastinating for once.
- I get teh DOLLAH$ soon.
- Gossip Girl starts soon.
- 90210!!!
- I've stopped being so friggin indecisive about what I want. I've made up my mind about things.
- LAURA TIME TOMMORROW!
- Laura got her Mac. Can you say Stickam/Youtube/Good Times?
- Julia's back, and better than ever. I know you're excited.

At that moment I knew that the only god the entire world served was success.

Ten Books (both fictional and non-fiction) that are about People that I guarantee are more fucked up than you:
10. Prozac Nation- Elizabeth Wurtzel
9. Girl, Interrupted- Susanna Kaysen
8. Requiem for a Dream- Hubert Jr. Selby
7. Speak- Laurie Halse Anderson
6. Last Chance Texaco- Brent Hartinger
5. Go Ask Alice- Anonymous
4. Wasted- Marya Hornbacher
3. A Million Little Pieces- James Frey
2. Cut- Patricia McCormick
1. Its Kind of a Funny Story- Ned Vizzini

Freedom will always have meaning, even if it's only in the dictionary.

Ten Pieces of literature published after 1900 that you should appreciate due to their statement on social structure and personal relations as well as the deveoping mentality regarding political structure and dissidence within this structure, regardless of if you had to over-analyze them in English Class or not (also see: really fucking good books that ignorant people should be forced to read):

10. Fight Club- Chuck Palahniuk (1996)
9. The Bell Jar- Sylvia Plath (1966)
8. A Clockwork Orange- Anthony Burgess (1962)
7. One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest- Ken Kesey (1962)
6. To Kill A Mockingbird- Harper Lee (1960)
5. The Chrysalids- John Wyndham (1955)
4. Lord of the Flies- William Golding (1954)
3. The Catcher in the Rye- J.D. Salinger (1951)
2. 1984- George Orwell (1949)
1. Death of a Salesman- Arthur Miller (1949)

With a hairbrush and an airbrush I'd be white gold.

So I cleaned out my purse (cue horror-movie-esque scream here) because its been a disaster since I got back from Montreal on account of it being my carry-on and I want to find my iPod because my work is so quiet and I'm going bonkers without it.
Here's what I found:

-3 packages of Lemon-Lime Crystal Lite singles
-Deoderant (left over from being a carry on)
-Visine
-A pack of Dentyne Ice
-A carry on sized bottle of Rosemary lotion
-An altoids tin filled with hair elastics, bobby pins, and rubber bands for work.
-Sunglasses
-Glasses (my real ones, not the stupid indie-kid ones that I wear as a joke).
-Rant by Chuck Palahniuk
-A washcloth that I stole from a hotel
-A package of bus tickets
-Ikea sheet (the one where you write down the shit you want and what dept. it's in)
-3 packages of Pink Lemonade flavoured Crystal Lite Singles
-A pad of post its
-Headphones
-iPod (now currently occupying the stereo on account of me finding it after looking for it.)
-A book that I bought at UO as a gift idea called "Pickups and Comeons" which is probably the funniest thing I've ever seen.
-Green Apple flavoured candy Spray
-A bottle of Orange Vitamin Water
-A letter that I have to deliver
-Lemon body butter
-Contact solution Eye drops
-Hand Sanitizer
-A travel-sized bottle of sunscreen that I usually use when I'm snowboarding so I have no idea what it's doing in my bag.
-Perscription bottle of Dexedrine
-Jumbo paper clip that I probably took absentmindedly from work.
-Tin of Rosebud Strawberry lip balm
-Mini package of klenexes
-Gift I got for a friend in Montreal
-Price tag of the gift I got for a friend in Montreal
-Kidrobot thinger that I got for my boss in Montreal
-Rock and Republic Keychain that has my Car Keys and House Key on it.
-Metro Pass from Montreal
-4 Guitar Pics
-Silver Lame Headband
-Black Lame Headband
-Black Braided headband
-Black double-strand elastic headband.
-4 Mode Models pens
-Pink shiny Lipsgloss
-Pink Lemonade Lip Smackers
-Blistex SPF 30 Lip Balm
-Classic old-school chap stick
-Receipt wallet
-3 hair elastics
-5 garbage post-it notes
-Stack of adhesive labels
-Notebook that was supposed to be for school but I'm using it now because I have no other notebooks.
-2 Notebooks from work (one covered in Post-it reminders)
-5 Old bus transfers
-Band-aid
-Cute little bobby pin with a leaf design on it.
-Rosary necklace, which is now around my neck because I spent like, an hour this morning looking for it because I wanted to wear it.
-Folder containing: Job Interview sheets, 2 resumes, scholarship info, University schedule that I was using to block work hours into, International board list that I was using yesterday, Some pictures that I printed out from The Sartorialist, Some pictures I printed out from ones 2 watch and fashionista because I want to put them in my room.
-Matt & Nat wallet containing: Drivers Lisence, U of C student ID, Last Year's student ID, Debit Card, Hospital Card (with Health Care number, ect), Blood Type Card (with Med information written on the back), Starbucks card (which I suspect has nothing on it), Shoppers Optimum Card, Chapters/Indigo gift card, American Eagle gift card, and Tewnty one dollars and twenty nine cents.
-Makeup bag containing: 3 makeup sponges, Sephora Compact mirror, Listerine Pocket packs, 2 mascara brushes (the ones that come in packages), Eyelash curler, Benefit Some kind-a gorgeous foundation faker, Physician's formula green tinted concealer (to get rid of red spots), Cover Girl eyeliner, Cover Girl lash blast mascara, Chanel Lip gloss, Smashbox Camera-finish concealer, sample sized roll-on of Vera Wang Princess EDT, and a sample sized spray on of this Men's clogne that I sometimes wear because oddly enough it smells like Flowerbomb.

I'll take a picture when I get home.
Its actually quite funny. It was piled in a mountain probably comparable in size to what they consider to be "mountains" in Montreal when my co-worker came downstairs and gave me the weirdest look.
Ah, I love my job.

I've seen your flag on the marble arch, Love is not a victory march.

Maybe there's a god above, but all I ever learned from love

was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.

Its not a cry you can hear at night,

it's not somebody who's seen the light,

it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.

As we all grow older the truth will be understood that we never turn out the way we thought we would.

Argh. I am sooooo behind. I'm writing this to you from my glorious desk during my lunch break, for those of you wondering, and I'm getting Melba toast on my Keyboard, because I'm poor and all I can afford to eat is Melba Toast and apples because of my new found addiction to Vitamin Water. Actually, screw that. Melba Toast, Apples, and rice is all I eat anyways. No wonder I'm getting so fat.
Anyways, Pictures from Montreal will all be up soon (I've got some up, as you can see below). I've got the pictures up from Jessi's party (About friggin time), and I'm working on some other randoms which will be up soon. I promise. Including my proof for Mo that I actually own as many pairs of shoes as I say I do, which really isn't that many, but whatever. I love shoes, I bought like, three or four pairs in Montreal. And I'm planning on investing in another pair soon.
Thats enough about my shoes though. Music time!

Ten Songs that got me through the screaming kid in front of me on the plane home from Montreal:
10. Fool- Marie Digby
9. One Week of Danger- The Virgins
8. No Wow- The Kills
7. The Prayer- Bloc Party
6. Open Register- Idiot Pilot
5. Destroy Everything You Touch- Ladytron
4. Y-Control- Yeah Yeah Yeahs
3. Miss Teen Wordpower- The New Pornographers
2. Float On- Modest Mouse
1. The Con- Tegan and Sara

Also, I'll be posting my Montreal Diary, which has gone the ways of my other travel dairies. Pretty much I wrote it for the first three days and then said Fuckit. Mostly because my internet was being a douche, pardon my french. Although if I was speaking French I'm pretty sure I just said that my internet was being soap or shampoo.
On the subject of French, I was totally stoked that most people in Quebec speak English, or at least try. I was kind of bummed though that I didn't get to say (And only because I pre-scripted it), "Je Comprend, mais je parles pas. Es-que tu parles ou comprend anglais?" Which, translated means "I understand you, but I don't speak French. Do you speak or understand English?", unless the laughter that they would emit after I said that which roughly translates to "You have hideous verb congrugation."
Oh yeah, I just tried to spell Congrugation. Thats worth like, eighteen points on the SATs I bet.
So, all in all, what I have learned about myself during my time in Quebec:
1. I can understand and read French, but I can't speak or write it. I also can't write in English half the time.
Thats really all.
Well, no it isn't, but that'll all come with my Travel Diary, and my book, when it gets published...In December. Well, Hopefully in December. I guess if I don't keep putting it off and losing bits of it it will come in December.

You're the voice inside my head, the reason that I'm singing.