J-Shore.

I'm going to J-Shore! I wish. What do you think of that MTV monstrosity? Personally I love it, but most people I ask usually disagree. Is this how all Italians act? It's okay, I'm full out Italian so I'm allowed to say that. But wait... Half of them aren't even Italian. How does that work? Hmmm. Why do Ronnie and Sammie fight so much? Peace, Love & Bananas.

Catch ya later!

xo
Lara

Sickies.

How do you react when half the people at work/school/wherever you spend all your hours are sick? I get so grossed out and hide in my little corner. I think if you're sick you should just stay home. Nope. Everyone comes to work getting their germs all over.

"Oh hey Mike, how are you doing today?"

"Aaaacchhooooooooooo!"

AH! Get away! I want to eat my bagel and cream cheese in peace. Leave your germie butt at home please and thanks.

xo
Lara

Original Gangster.

How does one remain original? As one famous (wise) woman once said,

"Be a first rate version of yourself, not a second rate version of someone else."

-Judy Garland

That is a great way to live, Judy. But how?! Find something that YOU like, not what you think others will like. Live life for you, not as others see fit. Do things that make you happy, because in the end all you have is yourself. That is my 'Ah-Ha' moment of the day. Speaking of Oprah, did you hear about her big secret?

xo
Lara

Neighbourly Noises.

What the?! Did they just drop a bowling ball? Are they really drilling holes in the wall at 11:00pm. Seriously vacuuming Sunday morning at a time that's truly incomprehensible?! I mean it when I say the next time someone vacuums/bowls/hangs art I will send Rocky up there to deal with them. Do your neighbours make neighbourly noises at all hours of the day and night? Let me know, and I'll send Rocky over there for you too. I might just pull a Monica and go up there to set my noisy neighbour straight. Or maybe I'll come off as crazy like Monica's neurotic neighbour from downstairs. Who's with me, anybody?

Brrr?

Holy cannoli it's cold out there. It was negative 30 (Celsius) yesterday and quite frankly I was scared for my car's life. Oh, but on the bright side (warmer side? fingers crossed) it's supposed to warm up to minus 7 this week. Yay? Hmm, why am I celebrating -7?! It's so cold out there; the road has turned white, my axel makes scary death noises when I turn corners, and my nose runs like a 5 year old out at recess.

Dear mother nature,

Please warm up so that I won't be forced to take the bus. Love you forever and always,

Popsicle Lady.

xo
Lara

HTML.

Don't go to bed thinking of html code or you'll dream you're falling through a black hole alongside various letter and number combinations. I think it's preposterous html has all the control when you're trying to create something clean and uniform.

"Damn that's off center!"


"Why aren't these columns the same width?"

If only my computer could see into my mind and project onto the screen my glorious vision. Better luck next time.

xo
Lara

Sundays.

Does anyone else still watch Sunday cartoons? Am I the only one? Please say I'm not. I recently did a nondescript poll at work asking this same question. It soon became apparent I was the only one that did. What age do you stop watching cartoons? 8, 10, 12, 25? Hmmm. Quite frankly I don't care, and I picture myself sitting on the couch every Sunday from the hours of 7:00pm - 10:00pm stuck in front of my 46inch TV forever. I know, obnoxiously large. Happy Sunday!

xo

Lara

Ouch!

My finger! I slammed it today while I was repainting the damn trim around the windows. You see, I moved in 5 months ago, so I figured this would be a good weekend to finish something I should have done 5 months ago. It was my brillant idea to paint without taping the room off. Painting is probably my least favourite activity. Especially on a Saturday. I have much better things to do. Such as sleeping in until 2:00pm, or laying around in my flourescent green sweat pants all day. Nope, today I thought,

"Let's seize the day! Go paint something!"

Apparently this morning I felt I had the ambition to paint the rest of the trim in my apartment. That's not looking too realistic right about now. How do people do this as an occupation? Does one dream to grow up and be a painter? Ugh, how do I get this paint out of my hair?

xo
Lara