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Monday, March 15, 2004

Mon, 15 Mar 2004 17:38:42 GMT

Ummmm .... so ... ok, this is hard ... way harder than I thought it would be ...

I'm leaving you. Yes, all of you. It's time for me to move on to greener pastures where you don't have to be a member of anything to leave me obscene messages. Perhaps this journey will also expand my use of HTML.

But I'm not coming back. Never coming back. Ever. You're just going to have to live with my decision. I'm taking charge of my life, ok? No, no, please don't cry! Cuz if you start to cry, then I'll start to cry ... it'll get messy. Just keep your chin up, give me a hug, squeeze my ass one last time, and click on the link below to find me.

http://andahalf.blogspot.com

much love
later days
Laura

Saturday, March 13, 2004

Sat, 13 Mar 2004 11:27:12 GMT

I have a new stalker. And possibly mono, according to my friends.

My new stalker is on Friendster, where I have been living for the past month. He's not so hot with the English. All of his testimonials are incomprehensible (sp?) but the message he left me was quite clear: sooooo pretty!!! can we b fwendz?

Yah. So this mono thing ... See, I got pretty sick Valentine's weekend but got over it within a week. Then 2 Mondays ago I felt ike total shit, threw up for the first non-alcohol-related time in forever, and had a fever that made me feel like I was on fire. The sickness calmed down by Thursday and I partied my ass off on Saturday. My relapse was this past Thursday morning when I woke up at 8 because I couldn't breathe. Since then it's been downhill. I'm asleep before 1 and I sleep until around noon with strong temptations to nap during the day.

Erik claims I got mono from that chick I made out with at G-A-Y bar, but I think he's just jealous and wants to continue playing out the lesbian fantasy. Who am I to judge?

later days

p.s. I made some ground beef and minced some garlic to eat it with yesterday and now I smell like garlic all over.

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Monday, March 08, 2004

Mon, 08 Mar 2004 09:22:02 GMT

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Saturday, March 06, 2004

Sat, 06 Mar 2004 11:50:14 GMT

Sad, sad, sad ... Last night I went to put 2 bags of doritos and a small container of sour cream on my debit card for £2.66 and got rejected. I don't even have $5 on my card. I really really REALLY need these people I'm going on Spring Break with to pay me back for all the reservations I've made. Also, next time my mum goes to throw a couple hundred in there .... shiiiiiiit .... she's gon' be pissed, son.

later days

Wednesday, March 03, 2004

Wed, 03 Mar 2004 15:48:00 GMT

Hello there xanga-verse! I thought I'd grace you with my presence. It's been too long.

So you know what's really really hard? Planning your 2 week spring break which spans 4 countries (5 if you count a day-trip to Monaco.) Yah. You have to book hostels without knowing how sketchy or chill they'll be, without knowing if the other people in your room will be thieves or really hot guys you ending up doing, without knowing really how early you'll have to check out to make it to that train you want to catch.

The trains are another story. It's not like they could have direct routes or anything. I mean, honestly, you could so just go through the Alps. Also it's hard to find schedules and prices of little non-eurail trips, like the bus to Toledo or the bus to Gibraltar or the ferry to Tangier. Also Morocco? Yeah, you. Get a fucking English version of your rail website! I mean c'mon! Not ALL of us read French and Babelfish can only do so much.

But aside from all of this insanity in booking and planning and spending (I will be completely in debt come May) it's still wicked exciting! But of course other sucky things have to prevent total happiness, right? Like the fact that I only got a B on the first Orgo exam, or the fact that I'm sick again and even threw up Monday night for the first non-alcohol-related time in years. But the crem-de-la-crem ...

Erik is coming to London for his Spring Break. I know, I know, gasp, squeal, omigod, you're getting laid ... but NO! Guess when his Spring Break is? Exactly. Same fucking time as mine. So he'll be here in the chilly rain pining away for me while I'm basking in the Swiss Alps, or the South of France, or the Spanish Sun, or in the Moroccon bazaar.

Crap. My head is getting fuzzy. I've been staring at a computer screen far too long today doing my travel research. And I'm coming rightback as soon as my Biology discussion section is over at 6, postponing the making of my kickass dinner. I marinated some beef in sesame oil w/ some minced garlic. I can't fucking wait to make it and eat it!

Ok, love from London. Speaking of I can see the British museum right outside this computer lab window. Maybe I should go someday seeing as how it's free ... huh ...

later days

Wednesday, February 25, 2004

Wed, 25 Feb 2004 12:02:46 GMT

Last night was great. I talked to sooooooo many people back in NYC online using Pete's computer, then I called up Jon, Steve, & Andres on the phone and used alot of my calling card. Man, I miss those guys! But Andres might not be staying at ALL this summer. That would totally blow.

Revised Spring Break: Switzerland, south of France, Spain, Morocco. Hard core. First orgo exam was Monday. I didn't do as good as I should've, I think. Bio is on Monday. For this, I'm fucked. Also I have another paper to write and a presentation to prepare for psych, a paper to draft and a presentation to sign up for for Bio, and soon my second orgo exam. Plus a p.o.s. paper to write for that fucking stupid-ass required course. And of course the Wed. after spring break is the second Bio exam. Fuck me.

Update on boys: confused by Erik, turned on by this USC guy I met that my friend Liz has dibs on, and curious as to who this Ben guy is my roomie's BF knows and says I should hook up with. Oh, and nevermind the Brits, they bore me.

later days

Thursday, February 12, 2004

Thu, 12 Feb 2004 13:31:39 GMT

Fuck it. I've been getting shit about not updating while in London. But hear this: I will not run anything near a constant update of my crazy-ass adventures. I'll just tell you what's the what.

I'm 5 hours ahead of EST. It never goes below 30 but the sun is never out either. I drink or go out at least 4 nights a week. It is wicked fucking expensive to live here. £1 = $2 pretty much. Work load is much less but I am no where near focused enough. In a few weekends I'll be in Belgium. Spring break is France & Spain. If you have BF/BFF status you get a gift. Seeing as I have no BF that leaves Ants, Bon, Drew, & Jon if I can ever fucking get in touch with you, biotch. I will join a gym ASAP but it'll be expensive. I miss skating terribly. I miss work horribly. I miss NYC like a mofo.

That's enough. I'll leave my numbers here. You'd best ring it up if it's important or if you're name is Jon Hsu.

Dorm: 011-44-207-669-7704
Cell: (I actually don't know how to dial this from the states. leave a comment if you know how. It has something to do with the country code [011] and/or 44 then the number, with or without the first 0. I don't know) 07969575749

later days

PS GO PATS!!!

PPS this is my uncle Steve

Thursday, January 29, 2004

Thu, 29 Jan 2004 13:12:29 GMT

London pics! Link above!

Thursday, January 15, 2004

Thu, 15 Jan 2004 16:33:09 GMT

So here it is. My anti-climactic goodbye to those of you who still read this sorry excuse for a blog. In 4 and a half hours I'll be getting into my mother's car for an awkward silence and serious conversation about responsibility on the way to the Logan Express bus station in Woburn. You know, across from Target, off 93. I wont have my phone then, so if you were planning on calling me I suggest you do it prior to 4.30, capice?

Oh, edit, yeah, I can make calls from Logan. STILL. Come visit me if you're in the neighborhood, either now or if perhaps you live in London. I'll be around. Good luck with life.

later days

Thursday, January 15, 2004

Thu, 15 Jan 2004 03:09:50 GMT

Erik typed:

"well what you can do, i do this every morning, write my name on your hand, make a fist, and at the terminal, make out with your hand for a hot minute."

I love it!