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August 16th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
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Happy 1 year anniversary to my amazing boyfriend!
Waldosia
June 20th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
n. [Brit. wallesia] a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain’s way of checking to see whether they’re still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.
Safe Travels?
June 9th, 2011 § 1 Comment
These are the last people you would want to be with in any type of emergency. These people–these sweating, angry, snoring savages make up the nighttime commuters. It’s as if zombies attacked the civil, proper, minding-their-own-business morning commuters. These people hardly seem capable of being employed, unless their job duties include boarding the train and broadcasting what a bad day they have had to anyone within earshot. I’ve met some pretty crazy people in my days…but the daily commuters–the ones that you take one glance at and know to stay the hell away, they are what scares me. These are people who don’t care what you think, which normally I would admire, except this level of disregard makes me worry.
Episode 1: 6/8/11
To my right, a debacle begins. Two grown men seem to have mistaken their surroundings for a playground, or a bar–either way they surely don’t realize that they are on a train where others are doing their best to ignore them. One man is reading his newspaper, but not only is he reading it, he is straightening it out. Repeatedly. Somewhat obsessive perhaps, but really, a word or two can get lost in the wrinkles of a newspaper, so who can blame him? The man in front of him can, and of course I get to witness this lovely display of childish banter as the non-newspaper reading man complains about the volume of the paper, which has since resumed. “You’ve got to be kidding, man,” says anti-newspaper man as he goes on to state his stance, saying there is nothing good in the paper anyway. He is also supposedly nearing deafness due to the crinkling soundtrack occurring one seat back.
Newspaper man launches into an apology, at first seeming sincerely apologetic, but soon leaning towards killing with kindness. “I had a really good day and now you’re making me feel bad. It was not my intention to bother you, I promise that was not what I was trying to do, but my paper was all crumpled from being in my bag,” he says. “No, don’t feel bad, feel good.” Retaliation carries on as the newspaper reader inquires with the conductor regarding whether he is seated in a quiet car, which he is not–but surely he already knew that. The children continue to egg each other on, as the non newspaper reading man threatens “I can be loud too. I’m one of those guys,” in a louder voice. Yes, he is indeed “one of those guys.” Impressive. Not annoying at all to the girl who is trying to read a book in peace (also known as: me, Lauren, respectful, annoyed).
Anti-newspaper man turns to his clearly less annoying form of communication- talking on his cellphone about how him and the caller are “going out tonight.” Yes, because this is mature for a “grown man,” and quieter than paper crumpling. And one by one the men leave for their destinations and as I breathe a sigh of relief I can’t help but feel bad for the people who put up with them on a daily basis.
But soon, that concern is set aside as the man in front of me (also reading a newspaper) turns all the way around in his seat to look at me: three times. Yes, this is why I want to write for a newspaper, so you, you creepy man, can stare at my brilliantly phrased words and not me. New rule–avoid newspaper readers at all costs when selecting a seat. On second thought, this also explains the widespread amount of idiotic comments perfectly reasonable newspaper articles often receive.
Airborne Toxic Event Show
June 2nd, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Little late on getting these up, but they put on a great show. 
let the summer concerts begin!
