mmmm pancakes

sometimes i give myself panic attacks for no reason. i start to worry about everything in the world and come to the conclusion that i will never be able to solve any problems in my lifetime. i worry largely in part for myself, but basically for anyone and everyone i know. right now i'm worrying for myself and my inability to decide what the hell to do with the rest of my life. i dread the inevitable office related job that sucks out your soul. who wants to have a job? i'd rather just walk dogs.

now is time for pancakes.

and so it is, just like you said it would be

the hockey line officially started, i am officially not in it and i'm totally ok with that. now if only angie would back down from the whole "omg guys i want to podcast in the hockey line!!" craze. not that i don't enjoy podcasting, i love it, but i'm not sure if i'm ready for a live audience of 20 people who have been living outside for days. i just don't think they'll be quite so happy to hear us ramble about pop culture and ourselves... but than again you never can tell.

i survived my first midterm and fall tv has begun. i fear that if i list what tv shows i watch, i will feel bad about my tv addiction, so let's just say i watch a lot.

you son of a motherless goat

i love three amigos. on hold podcast mentioned this classy line and now i can't wait to watch it again. sometimes a little steve martin is needed. i am ill and i just called in to work, i should really finish reading for my class or study for my mid term tomorrow, but we all know that's not gonna happen.

this week is gonna be ruff stuff. i have a mid term tomorrow, a paper due thursday and the hockey line is this week. for those of you not aware, the hockey line is hell on earth. you go out in groups of up to four and stay in line 24 hours a day until they give you the actual tickets on saturday morning. so being sick is not working this week.

kim and i started watching dinotopia (wentworth miller of prison break is in it) and it is terrible, but i love it.

hey dude

it's a little wild and a little strange, when you make your home out on the range...
that theme song is in my head and i hope that it is now in yours. last week was so intense. my mom and i ventured to ny for approx 24 hours to see my big sis in her new york stage debut, i got food poisoning, i went to my first packer game, i saw talladega nights and i saw snakes on a plane. all things that are wonderful, but all in a row made me almost die. now i must sleep.

more stories later, but for now here's a quote (the quote of the week)

a man on his cell phone in the middle of the lambeau's parking lot:
"dude fred, it's not my fault you're drunk and stupid and don't know where we are. dude, i'm by the car, if you weren't so drunk and stupid you would know where that is."

dreams of a full size bed on the ground

i am very sad to see my friend/roommate angie move out next week, but i think the prospect of not sleeping on a loft for the first time in three years is sooo exciting. it's only a week and a half til our two roommates move out and then it'll be just kim and i, livin like rockstars. this weekend was o to the c. (note: sorry if you didn't know, but i love me some popular phrases even if they were never in style or are no longer, such as ridin the salt truck and oh snap)

the weekend was one huge juxtaposition. last friday = the drunkest night i have ever had without combusting. it was a fabulous time and although i do remember the events of the night, i did think that some parts were from my dreams the next morning and i did wake up on the kitchen floor (with my blanket and pillow thanks to kim). the night was definately worth the psychadelic car trip to beaver dam the next day (yes, beaver dam). then i spent saturday and sunday preparing for and singing at kim's church in her home town. so many old people, so many nice people. it was nice and i love to sing and it was nice to have a little down time for my liver. we arrived back today and i took a ridiculously long nap, but it was a great nap.

such is my life during the summer, now i must consider watching ghost dog: way of the samurai again. i am in a film class and this film is the mandatory subject of our final paper. i'm not sure how i feel about it, but i must analyze some element of style by thursday. wish me luck.

you taste like burger, i don't like you anymore

hi, i'm laura and this is my new blog. i expect i will bore you to death, but at least i'll enjoy doing it.

wisconsin, the land i call home, is currently as hot as the depths of hell and as sticky as sweaty balls. this is not normal and i blame the bastards who cause global warming ie the owners of hummers. i realize that they are not entirely responsible for this worldwide phenomenon, but i must blame someone accessible and somewhat liable. so you rich hummer owner, i blame you. i plan on writing a little ditty for you to the tune of budweiser's real men of genius jingle which celebrates the likes of the chinese food delivery driver and mr. putt putt golf course designer except your song will chastize you for being evil.

i apparently have a lot of angst about the heat. there you have it, i start it out just right with the most boring topic of all time, the weather.