(Oh, yeah, I should probably update this at some point. Because the suspense is killing you, I knows.)

I am a stompy grumpy Crabbisaur. I am mean and I yell at people who don't really deserve it and then I cry and feel even worse and stomp about some more. I sulk at parties and I scowl at Christmas and I think children have very slappable faces. Your good mood is my Toyko, stomp stomp stomp. Crabbisaurs are stupid and should be extinct.


Hogan and Rascal are sick. I cannot do anything to make them better. Now I am a crying stompy mean dinosaur. Good dogs should never die; Rascal and Hogan are the best dogs.



electricbloux: stomp stomp stomp
electricbloux: go find me a scale model of Toyko
H the 8th: Stomp stomp stomp
electricbloux: I am dastardly and scowly
H the 8th: I am terrified
electricbloux: you should be
electricbloux: why'd you ever start dating a dinosaur?
H the 8th: I could say the same to you
electricbloux: you are silly dinosaur with big head
electricbloux: I am mean dinosaur who smells of death and hastily devoured pie
electricbloux: we will have goofy dinosaur babies who stomp on pies
H the 8th: hehe
H the 8th: That sounds adorable
electricbloux: FUCK YOU JURASSIC PARK
electricbloux: MAI STOMPY BABIES ATES UR BRONTASAURUS, WUT WUT

The new place is wonderful. My roommate is really fun and awesome, the landlord is equally cool, and there is a doggie and plenty of bookses to steal. Erm, read.
Work has been a little rough lately. Maybe the job is just getting to me. Maybe it's laziness. Maybe I just want to unpack and hang out. Meh. Very much so looking forward to school next semester. Just want to make sure I don't have to be a waitress for the rest of my life.
Gosh, I really super want to bake nowadays. If someone wants to lend me the proper hardware, I will make whatever you wish.
I'm also trying to get some health insurance, since my old insurance form Fortuna has ended. It is a fucking drag and a half trying to get insurance by yourself and not from an employer. Weird. If anyone has any recommendations or advice, I'd love to hear it.

Tim and I broke up for, like, two days, but we're back together again!!! I've been doing this weird spazzy skanking-shimmying happy dance all over his bedroom. It was weird to be allowed to smoke again, but honestly, it's not that much fun anymore. Especially not when I have a hacking cough and a sore throat.

My roommate moved upstairs. Not much of a warning. So when I go into the kitchen night before last to make food, I was surprised to find nothing. The pots, the pans, the plates, the utensils, the fucking GARBAGE CAN are all my roommate's, so they're gone. I own a coffee cup and five bowls, but he took the sponge and the paper towels and the dish rack, so I can't even wash them. I mean, I'm not blaming him or aything, I just think it's funny that I've lived away from home for almost 2 years and I still don't have a soup pot or a goddamn fork. I am blaming him for turning off the fucking cable not even halfway through the month. ALL utilities are supposed to be included in my rent. If he does something like take the shower curtain or turn off my gas, I will be so fucking furious.
This guy is so fucking weird and passive agressive, it almost makes me miss Koala. Sure, we had our arguments and weird parts, but we also had a LOT of fun together. My current roommate is a freak who speaks in a monotone, doesn't care about anything but sports, and just seems COMPLETELY antisocial. I'd rather live with someone a little kooky than someone with a disorder most seen on serial killers.

Since I won't have internet until I move and buy a new wireless card for my computer, you'd best call me if you wanna get in touch with me. If you don't have my number, feel free to ask someone who does. No cable and no internet makes Lauren a bored girl.

I have built a treehouse
Nobody can see us
it's a you and me house

I've been climbing rocks and stones
been collecting broken bones
I've been swimming across the lakes
just to find this perfect place
I got lost into the woods
I've been covered up in mud
I've been going through a lot
just to find this perfect spot


Sex isn't much fun if you're terrified it'll be the last time you'll ever be close to that person.

Ugh. Shit day. Barely made $16 in tips on a 5 hour shift. Go me. Shitty mean customers.
I do have the last disc of Last Exiles. Which is hella awesome. I highly recommend the series, and will lend it to anyone who asks.
I feel so super bad for having to work on Tim's birthday(this past Sunday). I wanna bake him a cake, but I dunno what kind. I know nothing with nuts in it or coconut. Maybe I'll make him a whole huge dinner whenever he gets back from Dave's wedding.
Ugh. I want a drink.

Wanted:
Five minutes with my boyfriend that is not supposed to be used for sleeping, eating, working, or otherwise claimed.

I couldn't sleep at all last night, because I just kept thinking about work. Which foods need which prep or garnish, what comes with what, how you can have what cooked how, etc, etc. It's bad enough trying to get to sleep when you can't. I don't want to think about butter and grits on top of it. Give me nightmares, anything other than an endless cycle of "How do you want your eggs?"!

So... I just got back from the doctor's. Another bladder infection, hip hip huzzah, how the hell does this keep happening, but whatev. The part that bothers me was that they wanted to put me on an IV because I was so dehydrated. An IV. They wanted to put fluids directly into my blood because they felt I needed it too badly to just have me drink a glass of water. They felt immediate action needed to be taken because my internal organs desperately needed hydration. She put the goldfish in the closet and LOCKED THE DOOR. They basically told me I was at risk for doing serious damage to my kidneys, I have to cut back on caffeine, at the very least have a glass of water after every cup of coffee, get a beerhat and put two bottles of water in it, etc, etc, etc.
I also have to go on antibiotics, which is, of course, going to make my birth control not as effective. As if life without coffee and chocolate wasn't enough, now they take away my carefree casual sex. I still have ice cream and video games, want to come up with a medical reason why I can't enjoy that?
Work is still awesome. I've been scheduled for Sunday night/morning so that I can have a chance to meet their drag queen regulars. *squeeeeeeeeee* my hours are a little erratic, but at rather profitable hours.

OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! MARGARET CHO WILL BE PERFORMING IN BUFFALO ON THE 21ST!!! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *runs around in circles, screaming*

Word of the day: sook.

So, yeah, I hated The Deathly Hallows. I hate talking about why I hated it even more.

The two things that destroy your ego faster than anything else are bikini shopping and job hunting. Four interviews this week. Two of them have called me back for a secondary interview, which is kinda nice. One is basically going door to door, begging for money for some enviromental group. This is just a summer job, too, so.. eh. The other one is with a big marketing firm, kinda a paid internship. They do mostly children's and public safety charities, like The Bloodhound Project, Toys for Tots, etc. I'm not entirely happy with this one either. Kinda because I don't think I'd do well or be even remotely enthused about the work, kinda because "I don't want to join any club that would have me as a member". This just sucks, sucks the life out of me.

I am also still arguing with the hospital about my visit for the kidney infection. Um, I earned under $15,000 when I was steadily employed. I cannot pay a $3000+ bill. How do they expect to get their money? By having me evicted? By starving me? I'd probably just get sick again and be back in there for another bleeding.

I am looking forward to Rail moving up here. It'll be nice to have another X-Strike chick here. Also, more silly hats is always a good thing.

Ugh, ugh, ugh. Also, blarg. Maybe ick. Certainly arg.