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Name: Laura
Country: United States
State: Arkansas
Birthday: 12/17/1985
Gender: Female


Interests: school, violin, reading, ehh...
Occupation: Student


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Member Since: 2/9/2004

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Friday, December 30, 2005

While visiting family, I found out that one week ago one of my relatives accidentally killed himself by putting a gun to his head and pulling a trigger, not thinking it was loaded. He was showing this couple some guns to buy and he said "now here's a real gun." Those were his last words. Years ago, my uncle shot his hand off, most likely while he was drunk, by falling on a gun in his other hand. My family is too stupid to own guns.

I went to Florida for a few days, to visit my aunt, who has a condo on the beach. She said I can use it over spring break while she's not there... that's definitely a possibility, if I can find a cheap way to get there and anyone who wants to go. I went to Sea World, Bush Gardens, and the Dali Museum. Sea World was really neat.. especially the trained walrus, Bush Gardens was a waste, and the museum was absolutely amazing. I also decided that I really want a pelican. I also think that Pelican would be a really pretty name for a girl, especially if it wasn't also the name of a weird bird.


Thursday, December 15, 2005

This weekend, I lost my wallet at a church where I work playing the violin.

Also, my creative writing teacher lost my final portfolio which contained a story about a girl who goes into confession and lies, telling sins she never committed

I wonder if God is trying to tell me something?


Friday, December 09, 2005

Currently Reading
Love Is a Dog from Hell: Poems, 1974-1977
By Charles Bukowski
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I just finished my story for Creative Writing, it is almost 3,000 words, so I am pretty proud of that even though it's really dumb. Now I just have to come up with a couple more poems with in the next 11 hours, no problem.

I was thinking I would use one from that rpg I used to play, a MUD called Dark and Shattered Lands. I wrote so much material for my bard, but my character was evil alignment all of it is about really weird crap about necrucifer the god of darkness and dark and creepy stuff like that. Plus, all of it sucks even though I wrote it just a year ago. Umm... anyway... Here you can find some of my stuff http://collusion.deviantart.com/


Thursday, November 24, 2005

I'm so bored, can't wait to eat....

There once was a girl named Laura
Who loved all the fauna and flora
She liked to pick flowers
For hours and hours
Then go home and read the whole torah

leave me a comment, I'll write one for you

Happy Thanksgiving.

I think I need a new xanga.


Monday, June 13, 2005

sooo, here goes a small update

I'm still living in Fayetteville, working in the entomology department at the U of A raising ladybugs for some experiment some graduate student is doing. I'm so grateful for this job because before I had a terrible fast food job. I'm sure all fast food jobs are terrible. I just couldn't take it, the way all the employees would discuss what the others did wrong behind their backs and the way we almost never got breaks even to sit down for five minutes and the disgusting, degrading, and menial tasks I had to complete every day I was there for a check that's not even enough for a person to live on in this town...

Anyway, I do love my job now, although I feel bad for the poor little lady beetles we're raising. Imagine being abducted by aliens and raised through several generations in a plastic box as big as a car, occaisionally sprayed with poisons to see what strange deformities your offspring would produce. I would love to free them all, but I'm sure I'd get in trouble with the school (and I do love this job anyway) and besides... this work is being done so that other ladybugs might live. They're martyrs, really, so I shouldn't feel bad.



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