Hi, my name is Laura and I have a sleepwalking problem. *as a group* Hi Laura.

I always have, I sleep walk and talk and actually from what I've been told, it happens quite often. It's true! Even as a kid, my parents put a gate at the top of the stairs every night when I went to bed, as my room was right by the stairs and I would often fall down them in the middle of the night from sleep walking. My sisters have countless stories on me from funny/embarassing things I have said or done when completely unconsious. I don't remember these incidents, so I have to go on the word of the people close to me. (I suppose they could all be playing a big joke on me...) but why did I all of a sudden jump back to xanga and start talking about my sleep disorder?

Last night I'm pretty sure I slept-walked again. I woke up and all my covers were folded over like when you get out of bed, and my hamper was on the other side of my room, in front of my door. lol

I woke up quite confused, and rather frustrated. How can I get up and complete full tasks without waking up?!? Who knows what I've done, without ever knowing it?!? These are times when I miss having a roommate. (one that shares a room...I have housemates...) Sherri used to wake up when I'd be sleep walking or talking, (often I was sleep-talking TO her lol) and then she'd realize I was asleep and she'd write down what I did or said, then we'd share a good laugh in the morning. Who knows, what if I've actually gotten up, gone outside, driven to McDonalds, gotten some food, ate it, went home and went back to sleep, and never knew a thing! Scarryyyy.....

so, this is wierd. I thought I'd let you in on it.

Goodnight, er...Goodmorning...?....er...

Laura

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Hi Friends-

School is now in full swing, and you know what that means? A whole lot of embarrassment to write about on this page! You're heart's pounding with excitement, I know.

So a vast majority of my past entries have been about my klutziness and I don't feel that should stop considering what a huge part of my life that is. But now there's an interesting variable that makes it even funnier. Now that I live off campus, I don't have a parking pass- I walk to class everyday from my house. (sounds like I'm looking for a pity party, but it's only across the street so don't give me any sympathy...) but now I have to walk through my neighborhood, take a left, then walk along Grand (the major street parallelling campus) before I'm safely to class. I have tripped, slipped, almost fallen UP the stairs (there's an underpass) almost every day. As a newbee to this walking a long way to class, the first time I tripped I was walking on Grand and I realized that I'm on display. There are thousands of cars that zoom by on Grand street everyday. I'm going to have to work a lot harder to disguise my mishaps; now it will take a lot of thought and creativity. But for now I'll just look ridiculous. I'm just like a little girl clown for the whole world to laugh at as I klutz my way to class. Maybe I'll have regulars who are on their way to work the same time I go to class everyday. They'd be like "oh there's that girl tripping again, oh how she makes my day. See ya tomorrow Red!"

Oh how funny life is.

Until next time!

Laura Anne Whiteacre the Self-Proclaimed Fabulous.

Hello all-

I'd like to make a point. A point proving I was right. (those are the best kind of points.)

I've bitten my nails practically since I was born, and it's been a terrible habit. Many a time have I tried to quit, but it's mostly been unsuccessful. A few times here or there I will become victorious and have luxiourously long nails for a few weeks; sometimes even a few months, but I always revert back to chewing. (gross, I know).

There is; however, a light within this terrible struggle. I have a theory. (Many of you have probably already heard this). I also am so rarely sick, it's sickening. There was one point in which I wasn't sick in probably ten years. It got so ridiculous that I wanted people to breathe on me so that I would get sick. I simply had an immune system of steel. Now, as I review this data, I came up with a theory. Now, I'm no doctor, but This is what I figure... (not for the faint of stomach). As I subconsiously bite my nails several times a day, I am therefore subconsiously ingesting a lot of tiny strands of bacteria into my system. Proven fact: once you fight off one string of bacteria you are immune to that string forever. (sadly there are millions...) ANYWAY, as I ingest all this bacteria in such small quantities, my immune system has the power to fight them all off, making me immune to when the big strands come to hurt me (aka make me sick...). IN CONCLUSION, I am already immune to so much from biting my nails, making me an anti-sick human being, actually UNABLE to get sick.

Now, to the point I'm going to make. I'm miserable, because right now, I am sick. How, you ask? BECAUSE I STOPPED BITING MY NAILS THREE WEEKS AGO!!!

(And this is not the first time I've gotten sick right after stopping biting my nails...I'm serious.)

Thank you for your time.

My theory is correct.

-Laura *sneeze*

Things that are funny at bass pro:

1.) People all the time want to buy our taxidermy display animals. gross.

2.) When I'm at my register checking customers out and I ask for their ID, I go and look at the ID, then look at them, and a lot of times they smile at me like I'm a camera.

3.) More often than not I have NO idea what I'm checking out for people. Fishing and hunting supplies that I've never seen before, nor do I know what they do or are used for.

4.) I just got sunburned from being out on the river all day friday, and my face was BRIGHT red. (moreso than my regular stupid red face) and a lot of my colleagues (that sounds so formal...) made fun of me. every time they saw me.

5.) We have catfish, bass, and Lure mailboxes. If that's not funny enough, lately, we've had to order them in for people because we don't have enough in our own stock to serve the people's wants.

Things that are not funny about bass pro:

It's sucking my life away.

Life is good.

Laura :D

Hello folks,

I'm back home now (st. chuck, that is) and everything seems to be hurtling quickly to the norm of life here. Bass Pro is starting to take my life, one 5 hr. shift at a time, home friends are making my cell phone hum a jazz tune, (that's not a weird analogy, my ring tone is jazz.....ok) and my high school bedroom clad with soccer balls and tye dye is resuming it's job as my haven for the next three months. However, the aforementioned business is the location of my most recent idiotation. (that's right, I said it.)

Our Store manager was let go a few months ago, the process of which I'm a little fuzzy.  The other day I was working my sunglass counter, and a well-groomed gentleman with a bass pro logo-ed polo (woah, say that five times fast) came and said something along the lines of "well, hello there Laura (I was wearing my nametag, so that's not weird), I'm Bob Benson." I felt I shouldn't ask this, but It was sort of unable to be stopped at this point; I asked "are you LP?"

LP would be our Loss Prevention staff who go around, basically undercover cops, and just watch for theft, they are security more or less. This guy didn't have a uniform, so I assumed. BUT, the LP guys always play tricks on me becuase I don't know who they are, so I'm always on my guard with the LP guys.

So I ask "are you LP?" and to my dismay he says "no, I'm the store manager"

I reply "nuh uh, really?"

"yep"

(this is getting embarrassing) but I continue...

"no, nuh uh....REALLY?"

"mm hmmm"

"really? oh......"  

Dang. Immediatly my mind races. "Is he REALLY? or is he an LP guy playing a trick?!? if he is the manager, oh crap, I'm fired. I just made a total butt of myself." etc. 

but he was nice about it, and made some small talk with me about me being at school, and what I'm studying yadda yadda yadda. Nice guy that Bob.

I heard him talking with another manager about it (at MY sunglass counter!) so I got to come over and join them in their smalltalk and redeem myself a little. 

Now Sister Act is on TV, and I've never seen it, so I think I'm going to go ahead and say A Dieu to y'all and see what this is all about.

A Dieu,

Laura