Cardigans in a Camera Case.

What a beautiful day. <3

"Love is like infinity. You can't have more or less infinity, and you can't compare two things to see if they're "equally infinite". Infinity just is, and that's the way love is too."

Love your friends.  Trust your friends.  Spill all to your friends.

I love friends.

So much love,

Laura.

PS, who knew Elephanto still read my blog?

Because we're Awesome and We are Dancers.

Dance is the best feeling in the world.  Dance is the best thing in my life.  Without it I'd be some uninspired and fat bum.  It's the best thing when I find someone who shares the passion just as fully with me.

Love, StarFish.

oh, how times have changed.

Well, this is it.  The one we've all been waiting for.


Blog Post Numero Un Hundredo.
--lauranese for Number One Hundred.  Just in case you don't know the language yet.


When I started this blog, I was definitely a different person.  I was still infatuated with Voldemort and didn't quite have any support with that yet.  I hadn't broken my foot yet.  I remember the day that Stevie and I decided to make blogs, inspired by Addy's.  I remember wondering if I would actually keep up with it.  I remember wanting Voldemort to know all my feelings still, hoping they would persuade him back to me [I also remember regretting telling him the address later on].


I can tell you the last post I ever wrote while still being infatuated with Voldemort.
--does calling him Voldemort make me immature?  Eh.


In celebration of this hundredeth [?] post, I'm going to write you a list.  One hundred things I love.  You see, it's somewhat of a tradition with me to keep up a list of things I love, and add to it whenever I think of something.  I'm quite sure it has more than one hundred things on it but I guess we'll see, hmm?  I won't include people unless I have to.  So if you're not on there, no worries.  I still love you.

One Hundred Things I Love:

1. Life
2. Dance
3. Smiles
4. Happiness
5. Charlie Brown
6. Photography
7. Cameras
8. Teddy Bears
9. Rainbows
10. Snow
11. Chocolate
12. Lollipops
13. Food
14. Christmas
15. Dances
16. Friends
17. Family
18. Drama
19. Music
20. Pencils
21. Sparkles
22. Fireworks
23. Presents
24. Travelling
25. Paper
26. Psych
27. Mailboxes
28. Grilled Cheese Sandwhiches
29. Candy Canes
30. Laptops
31. Color
32. Flowers
33. Rain
34. The Sun
35. The Moon
36. Stars
37. Blankets
38. Beds
39. Pillows
40. Pointe Shoes
41. Pajamas
42. iPods
43. Theater
44. Earrings
45. Necklaces
46. God
47. Ballet
48. Candy Corn
49. Jeans
50. Nail polish
51. Mail
52. Cinnamon Rolls
53. Bananas
54. Fruit
55. Juice
56. Smoothies
57. Milkshakes
58. Quotes
59. Books
60. Reading
61. Texting
62. Toast
63. Parites
64. Birthdays
65. Cookie Dough
66. Nannies
67. Songs
68. Songwriting
69. Guitars
70. Boys
71. Poetry
72. Harry Potter
73. Cursive
74. Nickelback
75. Cinderella
76. Fairytales
77. Disney
78. Rollercoasters
79. Australia
80. France
81. Mist
82. Clothes
83. Rainboots
84. Beads
85. Owls
86. Nature
87. Umbrellas
88. Purses/bags
89. Sunglasses
90. Swimming
91. Slides
92. Diving Boards
93. Monkeys
94. Tutus
95. Dream Catchers
96. Mickey Mouse
97. Aladdin
98. Baseball
99. People
100. Love.

There you have it.  100 things I love.  Of course I love a lot more than that.  But those are just things that came to my mind and I wrote down.  Happy Hundred Post day, my dear followers/readers.

Lots of Love,
StarFish.

ps. Zak, I love you bud. You're awesome and amazing and incredibly strong.



It's funny how not funny life can be.

I have, on a whole, the very best friends in the whole entire world.  They are all mostly reliable in different ways.  Like I have someone that I can rely on to flirt right on back to me when I feel like being cheered up, but can also be so super sweet and is always open for a hug.  Then I have the other friend that I've known for about a year and I can usually rely on to talk to me and not judge me-and, bonus, he's the bestest big brother in the world (even though I can't rely on him reminding me to do my theraband every night).
**In case you haven't noticed, I'm not talking about any of my girl friends here.  They are amazing and I love them all so so much and wouldn't be able to exist happily without them.**
Those two guys, they help keep me grounded.  Of course, when I become such good friends with basically anyone, I always start freaking out and trying not to do anything to push them away which usually ends up pushing them away.  I'm trying to calm myself down but that's the way things go.  I have one special friend that I love so so much because I can always rely on him to stay the same and put up with me poking him and rubbing his head and calling him a Ute fan and all sorts of abuse, and still be my friend.  He never gets mad and he's always smiling and he's just basically the best.  I basically adore him.  He doesn't read my blog though.  But in a weird way he totally helps me out.  Even if his phone is kinda faulty and I can't rely on texting him too much because basically I like just being able to joke around with him in French and Math.
Then there's the flirty guy that every girl I know has had a crush on sometime in their Junior High existence [yes, including me].  He trades his gum to me for a poem about his attractiveness, and trades a poem about my attractiveness and a piece of gum for the apple juice I won in Biology.  He's mostly a good guy.  He can't draw very well but I still have the hippo he drew for me on the first day of second semester.  He has great hair and knows it, and always strikes a model pose without realizing when he isn't moving.  In the poem I wrote about his attractiveness I described his eyes as being chocolatey.  Which is true.
Then I have all the guys that I fade in and out of talking to a lot.  Like lately I've been talking to this guy, who is actually Voldemort's [if you remember who Voldemort is, then brownie points to you] best friend, and sorta been giving him advice on his love life.  Not like I'm very qualified to do that, but it's kinda gratifying that he and I talk a lot.  Then there's Voldemort's other best friend who lives far far away, that I like very much because he's just so cool.  Plus he can kick through like two boards blindfolded after spinning around.  I like that he randomly called me when he went through something hard with HIS love life, and even though I wasn't really helpful, I still felt special that I was the one he talked to.
Then there's the kid next door, who I just love.  I just love him so much because he reminds me of my childhood.  Even though I basically never get to see him, I still smile and feel like my heart is hugging something [do you know that feeling?  I get it all the time.  Like when I think about guys 1, 2, 3, and now this guy] because I just love him.  He's pretty much my favorite.  Ever.
I love most of the guys in my life.  I often say I hate boys, but that's actually untrue.  Firstly, I don't hate.  It isn't me.  When I say hate I'm exaggerating.  Secondly, I often highly dislike certain things about certain guys, but I would never judge the whole species of male on those things.  Because I've seen a few instances where a guy is just about exactly what I needed.  And the first few guys I almost named, they're the ones I turn to.  So thanks guys.

Love StarFish.

If you had seven deadly exes, I would totally fight them, just to be with you.

When I was a wee little second grader [and I remember this experience perfectly...well kinda] I was at recess and something upset me.  I think something that had to do with friends. [that's the imperfect part of the perfectly.]  All upset and alone at recess, I ran and sat my butt against a red pole and leaned against it and buried my face in my knees and about started crying.  Yes, I was dramatic, even then.
Anyway, there I was, and some big huge hulkin' girl comes up to me and asks me if I'm okay.  I realize that she's a sixth grader.  A sixth grader, talking to ME!  I was kinda freaked out.  I said I was okay.  She asked if I wanted to come play with her and her friends.  Again, I was freaked out, so I lied.  I said that I was playing hide and seek with some friends.  She smiled at me then walked away.  I promptly ran and found a new "hiding spot".
I wish I remembered what this girl looked like.  I wish I remembered what had upset me.  Almost more than all, I wish I hadn't lied.  I wish I had gone and played with them.  No doubt, they would've thought I was the cutest little girl ever, because that's how most sixth grade girls are about little second grade girls.
I wonder where she is now.  I wonder who she is.  What's her name?  Who's broken her heart?  Has her heartwarming kindness lasted throughout the toughest years of her life?  She's what, four years older than me?  She's all graduated, possibly in college.  Did she get good grades?
Has the world changed her smile?  Does she remember me?
Be kind to little second graders that look like they're crying.

Lots and lots of Love,
StarFish.

ps. In case you were wondering, this post's title is in reference to the movie Scott Pilgrim Against the World/ Scott Pilgrim and the Seven Deadly Exes [or something like that].  Possibly one of the greatest, if totally random, movies I have ever seen.