Wednesday, July 27, 2005 South Carolina was fun, and now I am exhausted from the car rides, the heat, the getting out and doing lots of stuff. You know how it goes. I'm glad Ranu came with us, and I'm glad that I got to see Shelley and her family before they move to South Africa (which, by now, they should be at). In other news, I think that once August begins, I'm going to kill this blog. I don't have much interest in writing anymore (even though I've done less writing, and more rambling). School will start soon, I'll be leaving my job in another two and a half weeks, and there's a lot of things I'd rather do between now and then. So here's to three months of blogging my life! It's a record for me... Laura @ 12:34 p.m., Thursday, July 21, 2005 Well. I've had quite an experience these past couple of days. My hair is extremely thick. Yeah, I've heard girls tell me how thick their hair is, but if they can get up and do their hair without being late to school, then their hair is so not thick compared to mine. I've had my hair compared to a horse's tail by multiple horse-loving people. When I was little the neighboring homemakers would always tell my mom how they could put their daughters' hair in a ponytail at least three twists around, but mine could hardly take two. I finally managed to thin it down a couple of years ago with loads of hair product and skipping more nights without washing it (then I turned into a sanitation freak). That only meant I could wrap a ponytail around it three times, on a lucky day. It took me years to find a hair clip to hold it, and I finally found one, but the minute my hair started drying off, it fell out. I'm not very attached to my hair. I think it is a major pain in the butt. It's really hot. It tangles easily. My arms nearly fall off when I go through washing, drying, brushing, etc. I've always thought that it would just grow back, it's not a big deal. So I got my hair cut at the end of ninth grade a little below the ears. I thought it was cute. (I just ended up burning up that summer without being able to put it in a ponytail.) As it started to grow out, I didn't really know what to do with it. I decided to donate it, but that meant I had to grow it at least ten inches from where I wanted my hair cut. Fast forward to the present past: Yesterday was the big day. I was so excited to just get rid of it all, and had a few shot haircuts picked out. Collie tried them on me, and she had another appointment, so she said if I didn't like it I could come back in a few days or a week or so and get it cut again for free. Well, when I had it last night, it only looked good when it was wet. Otherwise, I felt like I was some ten-year-old boy from when New Kids On The Block were popular. I tried gelling it this morning, but alas, what is supposed to be a wet-look creating product was crap. If I really wanted the wet look, I would've had to take a huge chunk out the container, which was not what I was told to do with it from the girl at Ulta. This morning dad calls and gets me an appointment for 12:30 PM. I go. It gets cut even shorter. I love it. Seriously. If I just dyed it pink, I would feel like Nymphadora Tonks. (Maybe I should audition for Order of the Phoenix...?) It's so cool. Definitely not the right thing for my work environment, but nevertheless fun. I can't wait to see what it looks like without all the crazy gel in it. Mom hasn't seen it, Ranu and her family haven't, and my extended family haven't. I can't wait. Time to pull out the camera...! Laura @ 04:33 p.m., Wednesday, July 20, 2005 I've always thought about writing my entry as I go about my day and not posting it until later. This is the first time that I've actually done it, and I think it will work well. Last night I hung out with Mat and Adeolu. I haven't had that much fun in a while (maybe that's a sign I need to get out more.. wait, the sign was my last few entries, nevermind!). We were headed for El Rodeo, but found a Sonic and went there instead. Then we went to Walmart, and I was going to take a picture of them riding kiddie bikes, but the battery on my phone was low and so the camera didn't work. (I'm dying for a Nikon D70 now! And a larger purse to accomodate it...) Then I looked for a coloring book, but we didn't find one, and the store was closing, anyway. Not to mention Dad wanted me to come home. Somehow we got on the topic of Star Wars and Anakin and all his angst at one point, then Adeolu was like, "Where's the Linkin Park!" I burst out laughing. You just can't have angst without Linkin Park somewhere... And at Sonic he asked, "What is Florida's state fruit?" Mat: "An orange...?" And then, "What is Florida's state vegetable? Terri Schiavo!" (And to think, I would've missed out on all of this if I hadn't quit that photography class.) Today is hair cut day. I'm so excited! I'm going to ask my parents if I can go to Claire's tomorrow to see if I can find any clip-on earrings (my ears aren't pierced, and I don't want them to be). But YAY! Finally, the last day I have to take care of good-Lord-knows-how-many-inches of hair! Gosh. I can't wait. Now it's time for a poll: for my next party, which is planned to be held on the seventh of August, should we (a) watch a movie, such as Amadeus, (b) have a water balloon fight in the coldesac, or (c) just hang out, play DDR and carrom, etc.? Originally I wanted to do a mafia/Italian themed party, but my dad said we couldn't because all the movies are so bloody. Rawr. So now I'm leaning towards (b) because summer is almost over... What do you think? Laura @ 01:29 p.m., Tuesday, July 19, 2005 You know, I've been really attached to books, celebrities, movies, anime, and all sorts of stuff before. There was once where I know my parents were scared that I was turning into a person that never leaves their computer or comic books, never gets out or calls people or has more than a few offline friends. But seriously, some people... Need to get a life! Things are fun, but just because something doesn't go the way you wanted it to doesn't mean that it necessarily sucks. I am writing this in reply to some very obsessed HP fans, as seen here and here. They've become so obsessed with what's not real that they decided to call J. K. Rowling a backstabber and a horrible writer simply for pairing what they believe to be couples that she never led up to at all. She never promised you anything! And if you weren't so blind, you'd notice it right in front of you! If you don't like it, that's why we have fanfiction. Fans are what make things become reality, but perhaps some people realize their own power to gracefully accept what the creator does, and enjoy their own ideas. Sorry about the rant. Reminds me of how stupid people are. Kind of like some of the characters in Vanity Fair; that Sedley girl was so stupid! I liked the ending for Becky. (I watched this movie last night.) Anyways, I got my picture taken today for my work ID, and I blinked in every single picture (which is about ten). So Paul found one where my eyes were open enough to see them, and that works. Not like it really matters, I'm only going to be there three and a half more weeks. (I'll go to lunch on Fridays, though!) Laura @ 06:44 p.m., Monday, July 18, 2005 I've just spent weeks obsessing over Harry Potter, and was up until this very moment: http://www.foxsearchlight.com/thenamesake/blog/ KAL PENN IS BLOGGING! AND DOING A FILM FOR MIRA NAIR! I just had to do that in caps. Like I said... I'm such a loser. :) Laura @ 06:26 p.m., Monday, July 18, 2005 This past weekend, I went to my first Harry Potter party. It was so much fun. Nadia would pick up fuzzy dolls lying around Barnes and Noble, and walk around with them as we showed each other our favorite books. We ran into tons of people we knew, and before we got some weird non-coffee drinks at the Starbucks next door, she hid the cat plushie she was carrying in a bag, but we couldn't get back in because of the fire code. Then around eleven her mom called and said she changed her mind about Nadia spending the night at my house, which was kind of strange, but nevertheless funny. We killed time after we couldn't get back in the store by driving around and doing the activity packet (crossword, word search, etc.). Some guy held open the door for me at QT and I thanked him. If I wasn't in such a rush to get to the bathroom, I would've told him he was hot. And then we lined up for books, and everyone went crazy. A group of girls would occasionally tell us how much longer it was until midnight, then at 11:59 PM, they started counting down. People yelled and hooted all sorts of stuff, like fake spoilers ("SNAPE IS DEAD!"), cries of passion (from a guy, actually: "I LOVE YOU, HARRY!"), and excitement (in response to someone calling themself a winner, but pronouncing it like weiner: "Right, the ones with the green tickets are weiners..."). I snuck inside without a ticket (I was just tagging along with Nadia, anyway), and she got her book. I didn't get mine because I preordered it from Amazon.com, and so I didn't get a wristband either, but I did get a poster and glasses and that stuff. We went home, changed, and she read the first chapter (I didn't want to hold her up because I'm a slower reader than her) and we knocked out. Woke up, played Mario Party 4 (because like I said, I read slower), and we took her to work. All in all, it was fun. It was almost painful for me to wait for my book to come, and I was so tired I ended up falling asleep after a while. I ended up reading ever since I got it, though. Dad came up with the bright idea to go all the way to Atlanta just to eat at Ikea (go figure), but I was tired and didn't care and wanted some salmon, so I agreed to it. Then I asked to go to the GT B&N in the hopes of perhaps finding a nice jacket, but instead I walked out with the green wristband I failed to get the night before, a GT football schedule magnet, and the latest issue of the Technique. I shut myself up in my room on Sunday and read the entire time. (Nadia called me in the morning, said she had finished it at 1:00 AM, and told me how much she cried and that I had to call her back when I was done. But I finished so late last night I didn't want to wake any of her family up by calling.) So here I am, sweating like crazy for no apparent reason, having my first dizzy attack in what seems like weeks, sad that I haven't seen one person much lately, happy that I got an e-mail from Rajit, and hoping that Eric enjoys his vacation that he leaves for tomorrow. And I'm extremely excited and nervous about my hair cut this Wednesday. And I can't believe I took up 80% of this entry on Harry Potter. Laura @ 04:35 p.m., Friday, July 15, 2005 I was in a rush earlier to finish writing that entry because for the first time, dad was waiting on me to go home (normally it's the other way around). So I don't really know much about modern role models. It's easy to say who my heroes are, like my parents, lots of people in my life, famous people (both dead and alive), but that question was different. I still think Nelson Mandela was a better choice than Oprah Winfrey; I honestly even considered Jacque Chirac, because maybe aliens like annoying people, and would underestimate the fact that not all of us are boneheads. I also realized this past week some things about guys. Some guys have cute grins and goofy smiles, while some have cute smiles and goofy grins. Then there are those who have both that are cute, or both that are goofy. Then you have those that just don't seem to fit into any of those categories, like they have a cheshire cat grin and/or smile, or more of an evil smirk than a grin. And some don't even smile or grin. So there you go. Philosophy of the Laura: wisdom of the week. (Man, I am such a loser...) Laura @ 07:45 p.m., Friday, July 15, 2005 I've re-enabled the comments because I want to see if more people will actually comment (yeah, right) now that I've told more people about this site... Orientation yesterday was alright. Lots of kids, a few from my school. It was really hot outside, so that was the downside of the campus tour. They have a really nice new gym for basketball. It's got this main level where the court is, and the seats can be pushed in and out, and then it kind of goes up a level and has these two sides where more seats pull out over practice courts. It's hard to explain, you'd have to see it, but it was "totally wicked." I also find it interesting that the hockey games are apparently more packed (according to our tour guide) than the basketball games. Then I went to the high school and got to see my drum buddies. Kristen said she was on tenor line, Amanda said she wasn't. Whatever, I was just happy to see them! Last night was fun. It was the first time in a while that I've been able to sit down and talk with friends on the phone. I talked to Ranu, and our parents will correspond about South Carolina this Saturday and get everything straightened out. Prashaanth, who was fixing something his brother broke, found a BB gun, found the pellets in an empty but not-cleaned-out vodka bottle of his brother's (meaning they were extremely rusty), and right as his phone line disconnected (out of a total of about four times) I heard him shoot a pillow (I wonder what his neighbors in the apartment complex he lives in thought of that). Graeham said he'd try to get an adult to take us to the Warped Tour, otherwise I'm not allowed to go, and Nadia is definitely hanging with me tonight, but we're taking her early tomorrow morning for work. I talked to Mat on the phone, too, and he said his basement flooded because of hurricane Dennis, which doesn't make sense because he lives on a hill and I live at the bottom of a hill. Today at lunch Eric posed a question that was part of the Georgia Tech President's Scholarship interviews last year, and I've been thinking about it ever since. If Earth has just received a message from other intelligent life forms in the universe, and we could send four representatives to them, who would I choose and why? After much thought and consideration, I've boiled it down to this: First, you need to determine what the purpose of sending these people is. I decided that is was to get a better view on these aliens (if you would like to put it that way), and for them to get a better view on us. Basically, we're going to find out if they're naughty or nice, friend or foe. So, here's my list: 1) Mira Nair: The director of movies such as Monsoon Wedding and Vanity Fair. She is very good at expressing, hiding, and reading raw emotion, and I believe that if she can do it as well as she does for people on Earth, who's to say she cannot do it for these extraterrestrials? I think she is the best candidate when it comes to determining the personality of these creatures, and figuring out what they would do after meeting Earthlings. She is also a very calm, peaceful person, and as a movie director, I think she would be a very approachable person. 2) The President of the United States: Yes, that means George W. Bush. By sending one of the most powerful men on Earth, I think we can better display our respect, and I also think he would be the best in determining their military power should they decide to use it against us. He also obviously has tons of diplomatic experience. 3) Bill Gates: Simply because he is very intelligent, especially regarding technology. He would be best in determining their technology level, and how we might possibly be able to use it or do something against it, if of course they decided to use it. Because of his intelligence, I also think that perhaps these other creatures might be impressed at how smart Earthlings can actually be. 4) Nelson Mandela: He has diplomatic experience also, and seeks to gain ties with others, not wars. His intelligence, drive, status, and peacefulness are all basic, good reasons to send him. To me, he is a reinforcement of both Mira Nair and Bush. And there it is! Then the question about if there was one seat shorter than expected, who would I decide not to go of those four: Nelson Mandela. Like I said, he's a reinforcement, sort of cross between Mira Nair and Dubya. And now it's time... to go home... Laura @ 04:40 p.m., Thursday, July 14, 2005 What started as happenings where I felt like a piece of crap turned into an eventful and fun ending of a three-day period. Yesterday I left work early to get my hair and make-up done for senior pictures. Collie, the girl that does my hair, gave me a "gift"--a Death Star Pez dispenser. Maybe it was because I had been sitting for a good while there. I don't know. And there were all these cute little girls there for a birthday party, getting their hair and make-up done. After I had my hair washed two people had to blow-dry my hair because it was too thick to do in a limited amount of time. The one girl asked me how long it normally takes me to blow-dry it, and I told her I didn't. So it was all fun. I hate eye make-up to no end. Then I went down the road for pictures. I had a hard time choosing settings because they all really sucked. I was also hoping I wouldn't see anybody from my school there, but all of people, I saw Kyle. Kyle! The guy that all the girls in the locker room openly bashed for being an idiot. We didn't say anything to each other, though. I had three pictures taken: my "official" senior picture (the one where I wear the drape), a casual one where I wore my everyday clothes, and then I did one with my kimono. I felt like such a dork. Gotta please the family, though, that's the whole reason I'm there. Personally, I could care less, and if it was just me, I wouldn't have done the extra pictures. After all that was said and done, I joined my parents at the gym, looking really out of place with my 'do and all. People looked at me funny, but I didn't care. Dad officially introduced me to his trainer Kasey (I think that's how his name is spelled...) because he hired him to be my bodyguard over at KSU. Nice. I knew he was my parents' trainer, but we've never been formally introduced to each other. He's cool. Last night I had a dream that I can't stop thinking about. It involved a guy that I used to have a crush on. I've felt extremely weirded out ever since I woke up. I think the reason why I thought of him is because I'm seeing him today for the first time since May. Back at the ranch... I have freshman orientation today, and then I'm going to my high school to visit those insane percussionists. I would be picking up the robot, too, if either Dr. Pope hadn't been on vacation or dad had called him last night. Oh, well. Another time, then. Oh, yeah, and last night, I stole the Harry Potter countdown marker off the sign at Publix. Bwahaha. I'm so evil, you know it. I feel so... accomplished. :) TWO MORE DAYS!!! Laura @ 08:20 a.m., Wednesday, July 13, 2005 For the past two days, I have felt like a complete idiot in more ways than one and for various reasons. And I'm sick. Joy. I had my first photography class last night. It was not what I hoped for. I felt like everyone already knew the basics. What's the point of the class if you already know the basics? I thought that's what we would be learning. Not to mention I was one of the only people with an older model. Mine was also one of the few that was both automatic and manual. After the class, my mom said that I could drop Photo II and the darkroom class. I don't think I'll want to go on to the second part, and I don't think I'm ready for the darkroom black and white photography (especially if I'm lost on the first day of this class). Thankfully I'm not aiming for a grade. But because of last night, I'm thinking about just throwing it all out the window and getting a Nikon D70. It's supposedly the best digital camera under $4,000, and I've seen what it can do (check out the pictures on Dooce), so it's a thought. The only problem is affording it. But seriously, the minute I walked out of the classroom, I was like, " I would so rather be shooting right now." Once this class is done, I'll be taking shooting lessons from an ex-Marine Corps gunny (gunnery instructor). How cool is that? I've finally decided 100% that I am going to Georgia Tech. No minors; I would do Japanese, but I just want to learn the language, not so much about the business or culture (although I know that sounds dumb). The major would be industrial engineering because it's engineering (which looks good on any resume), it's a step up from management, and it's the second easiest major there. I have no idea what I'm going to do when I get out. Everything I want to do requires a lot work, and it's all so fake: opening a bakery or a dress shop, being a business person in the corporate world, being a teacher or professor... I've got a lot of other ideas, but none of them really get me. I would like to be an eye doctor, but I don't want to do surgeries or go to school for eight years. Any ideas...? Laura @ 08:17 a.m., Monday, July 11, 2005 It is pouring outside! I was in the rain for a whole ten seconds and I was halfway drenched. It was crazy... I've been really busy this past weekend, more so than I wanted, but that's why I haven't written. Hung with Mary and Kenny on Friday (we were pretty much the only teenagers there, besides the really hot lifeguard...). Errands on Saturday morning, then Rett's party in the evening. I got him a bag of all the jelly bean flavors at available at the candy store in the mall (besides raspberry, because it was being annoying and wouldn't come out), and ten dollars. And we saw The Fantastic Four, and it was good. Not spectacular, but yeah, it was a good movie. I saw the guy from Dr. No's there (it's the local comic book shop, go figure). I didn't wear a costume because I didn't want to buy one, I wouldn't be able to make it to and from Eric's in time, and I have no older costumes. Oh, well. And then Sunday... I slept in until 10:38 AM! That's a record for me, haha. And we went grocery shopping, but otherwise, I did my best to sit around the house and not worry about anything. And I got a twenty-issue subscription to Teen Vogue, yay! It comes with a free tote bag. Yep. This week is going to be busy, too! I have to try on my obi tonight so that mom knows how to tie it, figure out where I'm going for the photography classes on Tuesday and Thursday nights this week, where to go for KSU orientation on Thursday afternoon, pick up the robot from Dr. Pope, visit my drum buddies, call Nadia about the Harry Potter thing at Barnes and Noble, and reply to Meghan's invitation to something that I can't repeat until after it's occured (unfortunately, I won't be able to go because I'll be out of town...). And I need to call Ranu to confirm plans for South Carolina. Man, I'll be in this cubicle for another six weeks, can you believe it? I'm taking the week before school starts off so I can relax, actually get some German work done, kind of get a preview of my text books and stuff, and get some sleep. Oh, yeah, I'm getting my hair cut soon. I'm donating my hair. It's going to be a lot. I'm so excited! But I'm not going to tell anyone what I'm doing because they'll yell at me... Not like I care regarding this, but I know my friends will, especially the guys... Laura @ 08:36 a.m., Friday, July 8, 2005 So I was mistaken about when the bombings in London occured, but they nevertheless still occured, and the fatalities are racking up, as well as prayers... Today is Friday and I get payed. I was planning on a nice, open evening at home, but it's been filled up already. Lilo and Stitch, the Pinetree pool, and Mary. I'm kind of hoping it's just us, because I'm not up for a big crowd at the moment. And I don't have anything to float on in the pool, sooo... I guess I have to sit at a table? Not sure. I'll have to ask. Rett invited me to his costume birthday party tomorrow. Predicament #1: no costume, and I definitely don't want to go buy one. Predicament #2: I have no idea what to get him. Solution to Problem #1: either a toga, go in normal clothes and call myself a percussionist (that was my mom's idea), or borrow something from Eric (he said I could stop by sometime tomorrow, and he's got a lot from Brian's costume parties in the past). Solution to Problem #2: make a card (because making things is fun) and throw in some money, or find something at Spencer's. Whatever works, and something will. I guarantee it. Laura @ 04:31 p.m., Thursday, July 7, 2005 I'm sure all of you have heard: Yesterday, London is announced as the site of the 2012 Olympics. Yesterday, London is bombed. When is this going to end...? As far as I know, the story I'm about to tell didn't make the news, and I'm sure many more didn't. I just think it's a prime example of why the Taliban (and because of the event mentioned above, al-Qaeda) can rot in Hell. A few nights ago, a friend of my dad's was spending his first night in Afghanistan sleeping indoors. He's spent his entire time there on a mission trip sleeping underneath the sky of stars. I've seen pictures of where he's been, and it really is a beautiful country. But it's things like what caused him to wake up so early that morning... Those things are all most of us know of the Middle East. Gunshots, screaming: four dead, including a child, and more than a dozen wounded. The Taliban has intruded on a wedding party, and decided to shoot them for dancing and singing. To murder them because they were happy. And does not Allah aspire for his believers to happy? And to think I've been told that the people of my country have not been granted the freedoms they deserve. I think that's a load of crap. I define my own freedom, and I'm the one that's going to take it. It's not given to me. And it wasn't given to them, but they took it. Nobody can give you freedom. Nobody can give you equality or justice or anything. If you're a man, you take it. -- Malcolm X, also known as El-Hajj Malik al-Shabazz Laura @ 01:02 p.m., Wednesday, July 6, 2005 I took away the comments because even though they were cool and everything, I wasn't getting much, not to mention I just felt like getting rid of them. And the link to the africam is gone because I'm too lazy to update it. Sorry, folks. Nine more days until Harry Potter! YAY!!! Anyways... Kikyou.net will soon be dying. Yes, it's time to say goodbye to my loverly domain. It's kind of sad because I've had it for about five years now. But now it's time to move on... Yesterday dad drove us home because we got out a lot later than we normally do (he was in a meeting with Philip, and I ended up helping Eric not fall down from a ladder), and I'm glad he drove because traffic was really bad. When we got to the intersection by the Publix that my neighborhood is somewhere on, we were trying to turn right, but had to go around this big Publix truck that couldn't turn due to the traffic. We knew there was an accident, but as we went around the truck, we saw it's remains: a large pick-up truck had driven on top of a motorcycle. The truck driver was fine, but I didn't get a look at the motorcyclist in the ambulance, and I don't think I would have wanted a look. I just hope he's okay... To wrap this up, I'll just say that I'm not getting a job this school year. I've figured out how I'm managing my money, so I don't need a job. The rain is back. I'm almost glad. Laura @ 08:35 a.m., Tuesday, July 5, 2005 ... Dead tired. Bleeping computer. Burning up. This sucks. Laura @ 08:31 a.m., Monday, July 4, 2005 Happy July the 4th. Tomorrow is the birthday of two people I know, both named Jarrett. Kinda freaky. I'm really thinking about crashing at home today. Maybe, maybe not. I have other times when I can hang out with people. I just want to relax. All I have left to do is laundry (which gives me intervals in between loads to do other things) and getting one of the bookshelves out of my room (along with some empty CD cases). I also have to do the final sorting of clothes, and get them out of my room and put them in the donate pile. It sort of sounds like a lot, but it's really not. I still believe that most teenage boys are stupid and some men are jerks, but that doesn't mean that I don't think girls or women are idiots, too. I'm just not concerned about how girls and women are because I'm not romantically interested in them! (And when I try to explain this whole spiel to boys, they just don't get it. They keep going on about how girls are dumb, too, but I know that. I'm dumb, but I don't care if others are because like I said, I'm heterosexual.) I just realized that the conga I have in my room needs to go. As cool as it is, I want to put it away. And the SNES. I like my room being simple and less filled, and so it will be. Laura @ 09:29 a.m., Sunday, July 3, 2005 You know, I've always known that I am a pretty darn stupid person. This past week I realized that there is, believe it or not, something even stupider than myself: teenage boys. Queens of the Stupidity Age. Mazel tov to me. Laura @ 08:51 p.m., Sunday, July 3, 2005 Mmm. Too tired to think. I've been going like crazy the past two days. I really meant to do this whole updating thing yesterday. Really, I did. Friday, actually. No, Thursday, because then I would be all ready for July. So what's the deal? I got some new clothes, including a very-much-needed belt, at American Eagle on Thursday. I went to the doctor's and spent the night with Kristen at her dad's place on Friday. I came home around noon on Saturday, ate lunch, and went to Atlanta to the new Ikea and to check out the Center for Puppetry Arts (because I haven't been there in years). Then we came home, I was tired, we rented A Series of Unfortunate Events, finished it, then rented Elf. I woke up early this morning to go to Ikea again because the line on Saturday was a two-hour wait, bought a bunch of neat stuff, did some major straightening up in my room (which looks awfully bare now, but nevertheless pleasant), crashed, and here I am now. And I'm still not done. Tomorrow I have to get up, do laundry, clean even more, and then I can chill. Go wake up Prashaanth and meet him at the Shell station. Hang with Kristen for the fireworks. Not go to work. Beautiful. Simply beautiful. Laura @ 07:36 p.m., Sunday, July 3, 2005 Testing for July!! Woohoo!! Laura @ 07:33 p.m., FIRESTARTER Laura, 16, with a sometimes dismal internship, very pestering summer, all the while trapped in the clutches of the Atlanta suburbs. E-mail me? NEIGHBOR OF THE BEAST Scenes from the movie A Series of Unfortunate Events, image from 667 Dark Avenue. 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