hello, blog.
it's been awhile.
i blog somewhere new, now.
check it out:
http://www.xanga.com/laddielou

"If someone burps and no one hears it....did it really happen?"

"Yes. God created the world and no one was there to see it, but it still happened and if a tree falls in the forest and no one hears it, there's still a sound because I took acoustics and sound is sound."

"Okay. I like that."

It's been awhile. I anticipated not remembering my password but the letters came back like an old friend.

"When your mind is made up
When your mind is made up
There's no point trying to change it
When your mind is made up
When your mind is made up
There's no point trying to stop it..."
--Once soundtrack

I'm trying to think of ideas for a fictional short story for my creative writing class....fun. I want to write about a house named Bungaloo. Who knows how that will go.
I love it when the weather smiles.

ahhhh.lalalala.

I retract my previous statement regarding the new Kate Nash cd. The only songs I really like are the ones that are already on the radio....:(

lacey will be using no personal pronouns throughout the extent of this entry.
Listening to the new Kate Nash cd has proved worthwhile so far.
Listening to a particular professor on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons has proved rather wasteful and unenjoyable. The name of one such professor will not be disclosed. All things discussed tend to make the course of a circle. Nothing said is of any real importance or value. Katie believes each lesson thus far has been valuable in as much as the teacher's comments further the cause of ambiguity. A certain lady laid the grounds for war this morning. This particular lady sat in the seat to the left of Katie. Wars, presumably, break out over much less. Kate Nash says, "I just want your kiss, boy". That was Kate using a pronoun, not Lacey. This blog seems to be coming to an end. Yes, over.

Things I've noticed as of late:

I'm an extremely slow reader.
I like brownies.
It's cold.
I'm content...to some extent....and that rhymed...how pleasant.
I'm scared of small babies.
God is in control.
Life is short....so very, very short.
Family is priceless.
Jane Austen is very entertaining.
I have poor vocabulary skills.
The mail runs at my house around lunch time.


Facts:

Today is my best friend's birthday....Happy Birthday Kate!
Big Mamma, the big, white, plasitc christmas tree is still up in our living room along with two christmas stockings.
I'm wearing a purple striped shirt.
I'm hungry.
I still have yet to use the credit card this year.
I write about myself....a lot.

Lie:

My thermostat says it's sixty-six.
I assure you it's much colder.

books!

I am not inspired to write much of the time.
My creative writing teacher made the comment today that good writing is accomplished through hard work....not so much innate talent. All writers, even the good ones have crappy work. Maybe, just maybe I could be a good writer someday.
I feel so much like an amateur....I don't just feel, I know. I want to write better. I do. so I guess practice is the best option.
I have twenty-four books this semester, most of which are novels of some sort.
This semester should be fun.
I found myself in the library nearly alone last night reading my homework....First day of class and I'm already in the library.
I have to read "The Princess" for my Victorian Lit. class and it's very long, to say the least. We had to print the narrative poem from the internet....I think it wound up being....6, 6, 10, 8, 13, 11, 8, 8, 3.....well over 70 pages....and I have to lead discussion on the first half of it next Tuesday! Aghhh.