Food.

I always have to constantly remind myself; "Lauren, you're bored, not hungry." I'm sure a few of you can relate because eating is a favorite of many.  I suppose it's just because I like the feeling of my hand putting food into my mouth, kind of like a smokers addiction to cigarettes. Even though my metabolism is as fast as lightening and my over eating hasn't become a problem yet, I wonder if in the future it will become a problem. One time last year, after Mrs. Mytar watched me demolish my lunch, she told me that she used to eat like I do as well. She said that one day the food caught up with her and I'm scared of the day that happens to me. I easily eat as much as a 400lb man.

I always find myself thinking about various resteraunts that I would love to be at right then. Green Tea, Olive Garden, Denny's, The Galley, The 99, Nicky's, Pizza Hut, and my all time favorite; Texas Roadhouse. Throwing peanuts on the floor, bread with cinnamon butter and two orders of chicken critters with ranch is the perfect ending to any day.

I also find myself snacking more than the average human. I could have a bunch of little snacks and not even eat any meals. I absolutely love chips. Any kind of chips will do usually, but Garden Tomato and Basil has a special place in my heart. I can finish off a bag of large bag of chips like it's nothing. I'm aware how terrible they are for me, but I'm at the point in my life where I don't really care. I'm going to digest it in a matter of minutes anyway, so why not enjoy it while I can?

As hungry as I always am, I'm shockingly picky. I hate lobster, clams, shrimp, crabs, fish, and basically all seafood. Which is pretty ridiculous considering I live in a house with two lobstermen, and lobster is consumed in my house at least 3 times a week. That's probably why I hate it. There's so much of it in my house that I've just grown sick of it.

I'll start off by saying that I hate when I don't get my way. I hate when things don't go just right and I make sure to do something about it. Here's a story supporting that. Yesterday, I had my awards ceremony at HCTC. My mom and I were in the car waiting because we were a tad early. Then I get a photo from Dylan, I open it and it's his vest color he just got fitted for. it looked like this.

But just in black and purple.I was PISSED. Brooke told her that it went well with my dress. No it doesn't! I called him and I said "Tell her that you're not getting that." and she kept pushing him to get it. No, not happening. That looks like a peacock and I'm not allowing it. So I tell my mother we're leaving  The Grand Auditorium and going to the tux shop. I get there and she asks me "Don't you think this one goes well?" and I said bluntly "No. That's fucking ugly, I'm not going to prom with a peacock, he's wearing this one" and pointed out a plain purple that matched my dress. They continued in their attempt to persuade me but I absolutely was not backing down. In the end I got what I wanted and still made it back in time for my awards ceremony (:

Adventures at the DMV with Dad. (:

Today.. hmm what did I do today? I threw up 2's to Bucksport High and went home; that's what I did! haha if only. I went to the DMV to get a state id for me CNA exam tomorrow just to find out I wont be getting my id until 2-4 weeks.... awesome. Anyway, I get to the DMV and pull one of the tickets telling what number we were and dad follows me to a chair. I sit down and dad asks "what number are we?" and I said "133" and he looked up and noticed they were only on number 78 and yells "YEAH BECAUSE I WANTED TO BE HERE UNTIL 8 AT NIGHT. DIDN'T EVEN FUCKING EAT LUNCH" and one of the tellers informs him that there is a subway a few stores down... He wasn't happy with that and changed chairs. (Not sure what that did). Then somebody else walks in and she is a larger woman. Dad then says to me in his tone of voice that he thinks is whispering but actually isn't; "Here we go. Another heffer that will cut us in line so she's not late for her next meal. Like she even NEEDS it"  I didn't think it could get much worse than this. We're sitting there watching this ongoing slide show about how you have to have your seatbelt on, but dad never does so we were bickering about whether a police officer can pull you over just for not wearing a seatbelt or not. I told him they can, he said no. Then a slide about it came over the tv and he screams "YOU'RE SUCH A DIVA" and leaves the DMV.... He literally stood up and left. After I finally went and found him in the pet store, It's about our turn.... an hour and a half later than we showed up, mind you. We get to the desk and dad says "What the hell took so long?!" and the woman says "Well we had a few confusions with some people and overall it's been very busy..." and dad replies with "It's a bird, It's a plane, Oh wait... it's that flying fuck I will never give."

I can't take him anywhere....

I need every single one of the writing lab members to wake the fuck up right now. You all are missing out on this wild storm. I woke up about an hour ago and this is going on. There's literally not even a a second between every crack of thunder and burst of lightening. I have never been scared of any sort of weather but this makes me nervous. My pulse is about a 120 right now... I honestly thought the world had ended and I was the only one left until Dylan Connor updated his facebook status to "Losing power while peeing = the worst time" At least if the world ended I still have Dylan Connor! (:

Last week, I got sent a photo from one of my guy friends, Dylan, that I've sort of had a thing with since Skills USA. I open it and this is what I see.

How cute is that, right?! He's even been a trooper with the whole dress thing. "What if I get a pink one? Ihat's kind of a girly color." I ask. he responds sweetly with "Color doesn't matter to me, whatever you want, you can have and I'll make sure to match it." I decided I can't get much more perfect for a prom date. The theme for their prom is glow in the dark. How cute is that?! So much better than a masquerade  (; 
So I have my dress, shoes and all but what the hell am I going to do with my hair?! I understand how completely superficial I sound but it's seriously a huge dilemma. I've searched high and low on tumblr for something to do with it. I should probably just go bald. Here are a few photos of hair I've really liked so far.

How does my blog differ from my creative writing prompts? Well, you can say that the creative writing prompts were more forced. Do this, do that, write about this starting with this sentence, etc. With my blog, I can write about anything that my heart desires, whether it be about my lost alligator or my cheering team. It's not as structured and I believe that I like that a lot more. I like being able to span out my thoughts and have somebody actually read it. I would always have the hardest time trying to think about what I was going to write about, where I was going to go with a creative writing prompt and how I was even going to start it. Now I still have those troubles sometimes but not nearly as great as I did with creative writing.

How does my comments I leave people on their blogs differ from my comments on creative writing prompts? Well, on creative writing prompts, I would leave constructive criticism. "Fix your punctuation", "watch your run on sentences", "watch out for those pesky adverbs", etc. In my blog comments, I tell people what I like about their posts, rather than what they should fix. I tell them when a story is really cute, or really sad and how it makes me feel while reading it.

I guess you can say that in some aspects, my blogging and creative writing are similar like not knowing exactly where to go with something, but over all, it is generally way different.

Can't find my alligator. I think I left him in Davina's bed. Made a lost poster.