Thursday, November 11, 2010


Today I learned that the average person spends 336 hours, or 14 whole days, kissing in his/her lifetime. This got me thinking...why are we spending so little time kissing? Is it because we're spending this time talking? This is a travesty! I say nay! Lauren recommends: spend less time talking, and more time kissing. Class dismissed.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010


Do you ever have those days where you just bother yourself? Sometimes I just feel like a douche bag. I don't know if you know, but bossiness is so sexy. And being a know-it-all--hot. Yeah, do that some more, people love it.

Just a little dose of self-loathing this fine Monday evening. Have a nice day, all.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Cliche: Live each day as if it were your last.

Cliche: Live each day as if it were your last.

The funny thing about cliches is that there's always a kernel of truth to them--that's how they become cliches in the first place. Enough people think it/ say it/ believe it that it becomes somewhat universal. 

"Live each day as if it were your last." It's just so...tutorial. As if everyone was just sleeping their days away, twiddling their thumbs til the day they died. And yet, isn't that sometimes the case? I know it can be for me. I'm going through the motions--job, food, parents, friends, sleep--scheduling a bit of time every day for certain essentials, but really, is any new day different from the last? I'm not having new experiences. Certainly not anything I would remember in 5 years or 1 year or 1 month. If I died today, would I have lived a day happy enough or important enough to be my last? Did I kiss the person I wanted to kiss? Did I hug my parents? Did I do more than idly survive?

And then, accompanied with this warning of our wasted days, comes the thought--am I appreciating the things worth appreciating? The last kiss I had with my boyfriend--I don't even remember it. For that matter, I can't recall our first kiss. The last time I said "I love you"--did I put my whole heart in it? The last time we had sex--did I savor it? Because all these things go by so quickly, and if I don't make an effort to remember them, they will be lost to me forever. How sad it is to lose these moments. Are the pictures of our lives that we take in our heads doing our lives justice? Do we take the time out in these important moments to label them "do not disturb" or "confidential" or "fragile"? I don't know. If I had to venture a guess, I would say probably not.

I guess, in this mess of an entry, I'm trying to say: live a life worth living. Tell those that are important to you that you love them. Appreciate your worlds even if life seems too difficult to appreciate. It makes surviving it that much easier. And in the wise words of my sister: "think of life as an unplanned blessing in disguise". It isn't all for nothing.

Sunday, September 26, 2010


Dexter. I feel like I have to psych myself up to talk about this series on Showtime. It’s just SO GOOD. It deserves nothing less. I got hooked on it two years ago, and it’s been my crack ever since. Which if you knew me, is slightly surprising because even the CSI’s are just too gruesome for me. And considering this is a show about a serial killer, there is an expectation of a certain amount of blood. But I gotta say, they do it right. There’s not excessive, needless violence, and more importantly, there’s no violence directed at innocent people (at least in Dexter’s case). I think I’m getting ahead of myself. This show follows Dexter, who through truly unfortunate circumstances in his childhood, feels the need to kill. With his father’s help, he learns to control his urges and directs his need towards murderers, rapists–just generally bad people. Don’t worry, I’m not spoiling anything, I’m pretty sure all of this is revealed in the pilot or very soon after. Anyways, it’s going to be starting its 5th Season TONIGHT at 10 pm. And after it’s killer season 4 finally–pun intended–I’m waiting with bated breath.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Gollum v. Smeagol
This is perhaps the best scene from Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers. I just finished watching it and am now starting on Return of The King.
Minor side note: Does anyone else have conversations like this with themselves? I know I do when Good Lauren is warring against Bad Lauren.

Monday, September 20, 2010


Now, perhaps this is a selfish view of current political and social affairs, but I gotta say, I'm loving this whole "bringing the troops home" business. Just today I saw 5 perfectly scrumptious men-in-uniform. Give peace a chance indeed.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Bo Burnham

Umm...politically incorrect--yes.
Completely socially offensive--yes.
Worth watching--yes.


Twice I’ve been to the ‘Cezanne and American Modernism’ Exhibit at the Phoenix Art Museum, and I’ve got to say, it’s fantastic. The exhibit features Cezanne and his influence on modern artists painting in America. Paul Cezanne is a French Post-Impressionist born in the mid-19th century. Cezanne uses small brush strokes and vivid colors that appear impressionistic, but also highly realistic. There are many still lifes, landscapes, and portraits–running themes in Cezanne’s work. Looking at the world through his eyes is tres incroyable!

I promise you won't be sorry you went. And if you are sorry...well, if I'm feeling generous, maybe I'll take you out for an ice cream cone at McDonald's. IF I'm feeling generous. Don't get any funny ideas, you. But I don't think the ice cream will be necessary once you're filled up on all that delicious culture.

It doesn’t hurt that Wednesdays are free at the Phoenix Art Museum. But hurry, the exhibit closes on September 26th!

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Saturday, September 18, 2010

Blue Rose Gold

The blue rose is a rose of almost mythical proportions. It symbolizes fantasy, love at first sight, enchantment, and regal majesty. It is a rose to give to a lover. To the chagrin of many, the blue rose is difficult to find in nature. This rarity ensures its value.

And who doesn't love a little gold while they're at it?

I started this summer thinking I wanted an undocumented summer (and really life, for a while), and here I am, at the end of it, starting a blog. Just goes to show how fickle people can be.  But, such is life. We keep adapting, now don't we?

I suppose a minor description of me is appropriate. I am a recent graduate of the University of Arizona. I am an actor and dabbler in other arts (music, painting, and now, ahah!, writing). I suppose that is enough for now. It's attractive to remain mysterious, non?