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Name: Lauren
Birthday: 9/27/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: Livin life to the fullest, dance, humiliating myself on a regular basis, havin as much fun as possible, summer, people that can be themselves, trying to brighten up your day :), ...
Expertise: oh, ya know...the robo dance
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AIM:  SmurF3027
Member Since:
2/2/2005
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| I died twice in Boston. The epideural block failed so I felt everything right after surgery for 2 hours because no one would come to help. Heart stopped, breathing stopped, turned a unique shade of blue I'm told. Woke up to my parents screaming and shaking me. I guess I haven't even told anyone about the worst part of it yet...kinda still getting over it. Too many things went very very very wrong. I even roomed with a cancer patient from Colombia. She played her Shakira ring tones till 1 in the morning. heh. 
Thanks for the flowers/cards/visits/balloons/most amazing surprise I've ever gotten  . You have no idea how much it means  . Physical therapy really bums me out and I'm already going every day so if you cheered me up every now and again I'd appreciate it.That's basically how things went. My arm probably looks gnarly still to you...but it looks a lot better to me. Not looking forward to school...but looking forward to the friday night lights.
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| So I leave for Boston in 5 hours for surgery to de-robocopize my arm...and basically, I'm going to have tubes comin out of me for a little while and I'll be hooked up to a machine 24/7 (no...really.) for three weeks. In other words, it's going to be hell and I'm going to be miserable. So if you came and visited it'd mean a lot...surgery is the 2nd and I'll be back the 4th...familiar faces can go a long way ...just give me a heads up cause I don't know what shape I'll be in....
Thanks to everyone that made this summer kickass (especially you three)...these last few days have been absolutely fun...and squeezing a month of summer into a couple days is a hell of a time. I think I've gotten about 345234523434575476 hugs. I'm extremely content. I'm extremely happy. And even though I've accepted the month of summer I'm losing...you guys enjoy the last of it.
You don't know me,
And you don't even care, oh yeah...
I think I'll go to Boston.
I think I'll start a new life.
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name.
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| Summer rocks.
Having good times with so many kickass people...the rest, don't worry 'bout it. 
Rascal Flatts, swimming and football with the homeboys, park nights, "spontaneity"  , Project Dance & Homies, fishing with Hines (hell yea I'm going to every football game!), cancer and reproductive hazards at work, and most of all spending this weekend with the hermano..."You're Little Brockman!! LB!!" Had the tastiest concoction since peanut butter was invented, gratefully basked in all the laid backness, but sometimes...sisters should NOT be off limits. Draw a 2- you and the Jew. haha
Look at life in the most uncomplicated way. I sure know it makes me happy. | | |
| Happy Summer.
We're seniors. Let's make the most of our last year. | | |
| In that Tuesdays With Morrie book, it says to recognize a new feeling and detatch from it. This is heartbreak. I've recognized it, I'm having trouble detatching. | | |
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