MY NAME IS LAURA,

Mostly locked,
For now.
:)

For the millionth time,
Actions speak louder than words.

I'm having pizza for dinner again.
I'm not complaining.

Lock?

Good day.

Why?

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My right eye is itching like there's no tomorrow.
I can't even rub it because it's burning so painfully.
I'm going to go blind.

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I'm sorry that you had to do it on your own.

Please.

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My brother and I have become best friends.
I'm serious.

He played Chinese chess with me, last night, to cheer me up.
I beat him.
He beat me.
When he beat me during the second round of Chinese chess, he ate up everything except the King.
Pathetic-
I know.
Chinese chess isn't exactly my thing.

He's also very vain.

When he received a bad haircut:
"I am going to wear this cap over my head until my hair grows out."

When he discovered a zit on his face:
"Shit! Where is your zit cream!? I'm going to scrub my face!"

Last night, I told him that he needed a haircut, and today, he went to get one.
Everybody listens to me.
And when they do listen to me, good things happen to them.
My brother didn't receive a bad haircut, again-
Thanks to me.
"My haircut is so good. I look like Cristiano Ronaldo! I shall go spike it and see how I look..."

I wish I could make this up-
Really.

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So.
 My holidays have been spent-

When I don't have to go for tuition:

Wake up.
Eat.
Shower.
Go out.
Eat.
Come home.
Eat.
Get scolding from my parents.
Hide under my blanket.
Go online.
Watch TV.
Eat.
Sketch,
Draft,
Draw,
Erase,
Redraw,
Color,
Outline,
Cut,
Glue,
SuperGlue,
Staple,
For a very ungrateful person whose face is currently/ constantly red- (I'm kidding.)
(Even though I can't do Art to save my life.)
Eat.
Sleep.

When I have to go for tuition to get tortured:
(I can't believe that my Mom pays my tutor to torture me.
She should just send me to the house of somebody who hates me.)

Wake up.
Eat.
Tuition.
Die.

Tomorrow,
I am neither going out nor going for tuition.
So,
What should I do?

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If you leave me tonight,
I'll wake up alone-
Don't tell me I will make it on my own.
Don't leave me tonight,
This heart of stone will sing till it dies,
If you leave me tonight.

Score.

For once.

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Timothy: Hi. Would you like to take a test to determine whether or not you're a retard?

Dad: Yeah... ?

Timothy: You are the owner of a single-storey, blue-colored house. Every single thing in your house is blue. You have a visitor, who was amazed by it. He asked you, "What color is the staircase of your house?" How do you answer him?

Dad: Yellow.

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Timothy: Hi. Would you like to take a test to determine whether or not you're a retard?

Me: ... !?

Timothy: You are the owner of a single-storey, blue-colored house. Every single thing in your house is blue. You have a visitor, who was amazed by it. He asked you, "What color is the staircase of your house?" How do you answer him?

Me: Blue!?

Dad: YOU IDIOT.

Me: W H A T !?

Timothy: Your house is a single-storey house. It has no staircase.

Me: GO DIE!

My brother's good at acting smart.

Comment and I'll give you an alphabet.
Then, you have to list ten things you love that begin with that alphabet.
Afterward, post this on your LiveJournal and give out some alphabets of your own.
I've been given "S" by myloveprocess.
I wonder why.

1. S :)

2. Surprises.

3. Sleeping.

4. Sugar.

5. Shampoo.

6. Shower gel/Soap.

(I'm not weird; I just like smelling good.)

7. Seven!

8. Spies :D

9. Sushi.

10. Studying.

(I'm kidding.)