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Well, tis been awhile, so I’m going to make a 10 lists of 10 since I lack inspiration.

1. 10 people you’ve met this school year
2. 10 movies you find interesting
3. 10 favorite plays (participated, viewed, or read)
4. 10 things you’d like to accomplish this year
5. 10 things you’re looking forward to
6. 10 habits/ obsessions
7. 10 things that have changed about you
8. 10 pet peeves
9. 10 little things you love
10. Surprise! We’ll see what strikes my fancy when we get to it.

Later gator!
-Laura

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Hey!

It’s been a while, has it not?

I think the last time I was on there was a long, angsty post about He Who Should Not Be Named. I’m not talking about Voldemort, for the Potterheads out there, but more the exboyfriend who has plagued my thoughts for a while now.

And good Lord above, this storm is making it worse.

Hurricane Sandy has hit the East Coast, and well I couldn’t be happier about the loss of school, there is not much to do during a hurricane but sit inside, confounded by your thoughts.

And they’re all of him. It’s infectious, closely resembling a rash.

On another note, my girl Taylor has come out with a new album, actually a while ago… But after waking up at one AM and listening to the whole thing, the entire album and its meaning are just hitting me now.

"Losing him was blue like I’ve never know, missing him was dark grey all alone… But loving him was red,"

"I can’t decide if it’s a choice, getting swept away,"

"This hope is treacherous, this daydream is dangerous,"

"I knew you were trouble when you walked in, so shame on me now,"

"No apologies, he’ll never see you cry, pretend he doesn’t know that he’s the reason why,"

"And the saddest fear comes creeping in, that you never loved me, or her, or anyone, or anything,"

"And I know it’s long gone, and the magic’s not here no more, and I might be okay, but I’m not fine at all,"

"You tell me about your past, thinking your future was me,"

"I forget about you long enough, to forget why I needed to,"

"And maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much… But maybe this thing was a masterpiece ‘til you tore it all up,"

"I’d like to be my old myself again, but I’m still trying to find it,"

"I bet you think I either moved on or hate you, cause each time you reach out there’s no reply… I bet it never, ever occurred to you that I can’t say hello to you and risk another goodbye,"

"And I hope sometimes you wonder about me,"

It’s almost exhausting, trying to stop thinking about him, because that end was so sudden, so abrupt, that I don’t think it ever registered in my mind, and all I’m left with is the happy stuff. I don’t know if its better this way, or what… I have no sphere of reference for this kind of thing.

In other news, new One Direction song anyone? Little Things is perfect… But like stabbing the knife in deeper, almost.

I read a couple days ago that this couple was celebrating their fiftieth wedding anniversary, and the husband was talking about his wife, and he said that she was everything good in this world, and deserves the same thing back.

I want to be someone’s everything good in this world.

Well, if anyone was able to decipher this mess of a post, I wish you happier times then I’m having.

Leigh xox

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Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes
Tell myself it’s time now, gotta let go
But moving on from him is impossible
When I still see it all in my head

Loving him was red, burning red

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- Red, Taylor Swift
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Laura here…

Well, since you haven’t heard from me lately, an update is due.

Fine. I’ve been fine.

The usual response to how are you doing.

Yet, as teenagers we recognize ‘fine’ as a synonym for ‘close to tears’.

Now, in no way would I say I’m close to tears. I have just been sadly lacking in the charismatic department as well as the talented.

Petty days, petty problems.

My insignificance has been noted oh so many times. Therefore, I try to keep my microscopic problems on the down low…but today, I’m feeling rather down…and low.

So, here we are, if you care to read about another person on tumblr, maybe in your town, maybe in another state, maybe in another country. But I appreciate you, reader.

Anyways…all in all, I’m awkward and weird in a way that isn’t ‘cute’ and I’m not good at anything. Everyday feels like I exist, and only exist. Everyone else is likable. Everyone else knows what they’re doing.

But if you ask me how I’m doing, I’ll say I’m fine.

Seeya in the flipside,
Laura

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"I wanted words but all I heard was nothing…"

- The Script
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"It’s funny what people do when they think you aren’t looking."

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"We accept the love we think we deserve."

- Perks of Being a Wallflower
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    It’s funny, because i feel like I’ve heard several times before now, whether it be from a movie, book, or real living person, that the number one thing on all boys’ minds is sex. But before now, i just sort of thought it was an exaggeration. I mean, they can’t all be thinking that. But now I’ve heard some actual evidence (aka, rumors!), and seriously, @!&# Just got real (and yes, :) i did just bleep that out). Now i have misandry! Misandry, by the way, is a word that will be on the vocab test i will be having tomorow, and for those who did not know, it’s definition is hatred for males. Just thought I should add that.

     Now, I’ve always known that boys are stupid. It’s a fact, and the evidence is infinite. However, I had not always been aware of just how stupid girls can be too. My school is now full to the brim with sluts and air heads (if you’re school is lacking them, feel free to swing by us; we have pleeeenty to spare.) With any luck at all, i will never stoop to that sort of level, but I’ve realized something: boys loooove easy. They’re really just looking to get some. Girls on the other hand, want a real relationship. However, there are a select few girls that prevent the rest of the female population from having that real relationship, because they just give boys what they want right away. And from that, no boy will ever look to see the girl who actually wants a relationship, who’s hiding behind the slutty girl, because he’s too busy getting a blow job from the girl in front.

     Come on, help a sister out, will ya?

     When i had this realization, i then had the most bizarre thought that maybe i should start wearing more revealing clothing. I mean, the whole prude-esque additude i usually sport certainly isn’t getting me anywhere in the dating game, so what the heck? However, once i acknowledged this thought, i sat up, blinked, then turned around and marched quickly out of bimbo land and back into Kiera world, where things are logical, comments are intelligent, and choices are made that make people actually respect you.

    And that is why i have joined the Anti-Slut Society, a club that at the moment only really exists in my mind. The Society can also be refered to by its acronym, A.S.S, buuuut the acronym sort of contradicts the ideas behind the title itself. And those ideas are about girls who respect themselves. It’s about not changing just because of other’s opinions or expectations. It’s about making it through high school with your chin up, and your boobs tucked under your shirt, where they’re supposed to be. It’s about not stooping down to the level of a boy who just wants to get some, but rather to make him step up to your level.

     The only reason I haven’t joined this club before now is because i never thought it was needed. I used to think the sluts and airheads where a minority, but they seem to have recently made a huge leap to being the majority. And the rest of us have to realize that there’s better things to do than join the majority. There’s really no reason to cake on makeup just to change a boy’s opinion, and there are ways to look beautiful without clothes that reveal what should be left to the imagination.

     Sure, if you’re the type of girl who loves being sexually active, and loves the attention, or maybe if your the type of girl who’s looking for love, but has a skewed definition, than sure that’s your buisness. Do what you want, i suppose. Yolo, as they say. But remember yolo works both ways. You only live once, but in that precious life, would you rather be respected and loved, or felt up, then forgotten?

Best of wishes,

Kiera

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"And I just can’t look, it’s killing me"

- Mr. Brightside- The Killers
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too bad Florida is the worst state ever.

^^ seriously agreed. xD
Our leaves don’t even change colors. :(

Love it!!!!

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