LAURFACE

I’m going to keep this short and sweet.

Each Sunday I’m going to post a new theme for the week. I’d like to see how creative you(my reader) are. What I’m looking for is any visual art (picture, drawing, creation etc) that represents that weeks theme. You can make a post about it in your own blog and then comment to link to your post or you can post your image directly in a comment.

Obviously the more people that play, the more fun it’ll be. So tell all your friends

Anyway, let’s see if this is a total flop or if it takes off.

This weeks theme: NATURE

One thing about moving into a new home that isn’t exactly “new” is that just when you think you are done making all the little repairs and cosmetic touch ups; something else rears it’s ugly head.

So today was spent wandering down the aisles at Home Depot searching for some metal thing-a-ma-jig. Then coming home and channeling Tim the Toolman Taylor, while attempting to hammer nails into concrete (which is rather difficult to do without bending). I’ve decided the next time I decide to move, or repair, or just redecorate I’m definately hiring someone to do all the work for me. Painting and the likes sounds fun, but the novelty wears off rather quickly.

View from the front porch

When did Craig’s list become a forum for people to rant and bicker about absolutely everything?!

I’ve been perusing the Los Angeles area craiglist-ings for a small-medium sized dog. Not picky about the breed, or sex, as long as the dog is under a year old. (It’s not for me!) I’ve run into one major problem: every time I click a link that looks like it might be something I’m interested in; it turns out to be just some name calling, finger pointing rant in response to some another rant.

Breeders hate Shelters; Shelters hate breeders. We get it. Blah blah blah. Both of these groups have their almighty heads so far up their own asses, that they’ve lost site of what really matters; THE ANIMALS! Breeders spew that Shelters claim to “help” animals but then demand a “adoption fee”; but if they really wanted to “help” they should offer the adoption for free. And Shelters claim breeders are only in it for the money, because everyone wants a pure breed so obviously, breeders turn a profit by offering pure dogs for higher prices, and are in fact making the over population of un-spayed/neutered pets worse.

BLAH. BLAH. BLAH.

Have your opinion. Feel free. But for heaven’s sake, could you stop clogging up Craig’s List with your back and forth childish crap? The only thing you are successfully doing is making the people who are trying to provide “loving, caring homes” to these animals frustrated because it takes 15 clicks just to find an actual ad.

Even Barkley got tired of all of it and passed out on his bed.

I went to Mark and Christina’s house the other day. It amazes me how completely different parts of the city really are.

One moment I’ll be driving in the ghetto. Seriously, the roll up all the windows, lock the doors, don’t look at anybody, and drive as fast as possible until you get out-ghetto. Half a mile later, it’s luxurious, iron gated mansions with deep green grass and sparkling fountains. And just when you feel safe, GHETTO AGAIN!

I’m growing to love the Los Angeles area weather more and more with each day. The lack of humidity (at least compared to Houston) is very welcomed. The sky is almost always baby blue with few clouds; and I think it’s only rained(drizzle) once since I’ve been here.

Lately, while not out on the town I’ve been doing a lot of cooking. Jennifer and Chris have been my guinea pigs (no complaints, yet!). Also, I’ve been killing the competition in some Uno on the xbox 360. My gamertag is laurface, add me and I’ll show you how much I rule.

Where has blogging gone? I’m now letting 2-3 days pass between posts? That would make more sense if I wasn’t mind numbingly bored 75% of the time. I have made some minor changes to the site, signed up for some other blog related goodies, and started a project (or a group of projects) that I hope to launch in the upcoming week.

But, enough about the blog.

Chris is getting married today. He just stopped by to drop off his house keys, so someone will be able to let the cable guy in while he’s on his honeymoon. I’m almost positive when he picks his keys up after his honeymoon, I’ll never see him again; despite the fact that he lives one street over.

He’s the type of person who drops everyone for a girl. Now, don’t get me wrong, as a girl I love being the center of attention, but I would never expect someone to drop life long friends or family and spend 100% of their time with me. Obviously, the significant other will get the majority of attention, and friends will adjust to less time. But, to not invite any of your friends to your wedding? To uninvite your own mother?

To each his own I suppose.

I wonder how many people would want one of these?
Or better yet, how many men would be willing to let their penis be the mold?

I discovered I have about one hundred dollars more in checking than I previously thought.
Now I can afford to make my own penis.

There is just something about driving down a mountain, windows down, air zipping through your hair as you scream along to Annie Lennox - “No More I Love Yous”. It has to be one of the most positive, spirit-lifting activites ever.

The interviews went decently yesterday. Aside from the fact that parking is still a bitch and it cost me nearly $10 to park for an hour while I interviewed. I’ve got some follow up to do for each interview; I’m really leaning toward the latter interview and hopeful that I impressed them enough.

If opportunity doesn’t knock, build a door.

We went to see Pineapple Express last night. How can I say this? This “comedy” was the shittiest, most retardedly unfunny, waste of one hour and fifty two minutes I’ve ever experienced. And, don’t you think we have enough pothead movies? What new material can you possibly come up with? Unless you smoke an insane amount of weed, or like shitty comedies, don’t waste the $10.25 to see this.

It’s funny in parts, but boring as hell between the funny parts.