I'm hiding in the Frame...

Put a ring on it!

Tue, 01 Dec 2009 22:40:16 GMT

Gemini The belly Dance Twins.

Mon, 01 Jun 2009 00:44:34 GMT

So Best part of this shot is that honestly this is not how I planned it. I asked her to do the same thing only mirrored and ended up with a shot of "What? worlds so awesome!" and "What you looking at biatch?"
so I feel like it kinda does define gemini at least to my understanding of this personality so far. To Bad Melanies a leo lol.

Laura

Captain Zoe- The Landlocked pirate.

Sat, 30 May 2009 19:04:09 GMT

Captain zoe is a Character played by one of my Acting buddies. She's a pirate in colorado- and thusly- landlocked. lol.
I was excited to shoot this set with Stephanie- I've shot her before. But short and the long of it- I really wouldn't be alive if she wasn't in my life. So...It's nice in a way to give back to her.

anyways few more shots of this set may end up here soon.
comments-words-stuff?
-Laura

In Flight

Thu, 28 May 2009 20:39:36 GMT

So I've been shooting just about every day this week.

But I love this shot. It's stood out even after an extremely awesome set I did yesterday.

thoughts?comments?

-Laura

Shutterbug awakening.

Mon, 25 May 2009 03:28:18 GMT

Been awhile since I even picked up my own cameras...So here's the results of when I did yesterday.

DId a set with Kyra, one of the girls from my carpool during Renaissance festival. Let me know what y'all think ^_^.

This shot was an absolute accident I meant to do a shadowplay shot- If you don't get that hit up my deviantart- its an ongoing theme I've been playing with, But its got some intense flash And actually turned out awesome. ^_^

What I meant to do.. This is shadow play with more light then usual.

Like any good Actress- Kyra wanted to get an audrey Hepburn shot. I don't think I could even take credit for how bad ass this came out.

This is the models favorite shot ^_^ But If I had to tell you the retarded position I had to get in to get this one- forget it. There was not much room in that traincar.

Damn this girls got neck! I mean seriously shut up its awesome. But this is just before the EPIC audrey shot- and I felt the lace interrupting wasn't too audrey. However I still kinda like it.

Ok so after we did our train style ballet- It started raining pretty damn bad. So We went to her house- fricken awesome right? Best part about this shot is that there's going to be another one from a different angle trolling around soon. Amy was shooting this same pose from like a foot to my right. ^_^

And thats it for now, Plenty more once I get them edited-which can take a newyork minute considering the compy I have editing stuff on is sorta out of commission. THANKS GIN FOR EDITS.

-Laura

yep. Mmmhmm.

Thu, 21 May 2009 17:28:07 GMT

3 am. I redsicovered...THIS

Which is one of the best comics I've ever read. fyi. and it can be found..

HERE:www.bunny-comic.com/index.php

ARG

Mon, 04 Jun 2007 23:36:21 GMT

I wrote a pretty long story five minutes ago and livejournal dubbed it deletable. NICE.

Anyways, I bought a vewnician mask today for fest.

WOOOOOOOOOOO

and the washington trip got cancelled, so I'll work every weekend anyways so its not a problem anymore.

YESSSSSSSSS

-Laura

hahaha

Thu, 31 May 2007 23:12:33 GMT

Yep.

Now look at the others they ARE GREAT!
http://bunny.frozenreality.co.uk < there. now.

-Laura

The top Five reasons:

Tue, 29 May 2007 22:47:17 GMT

That bubble wrap is amazing!!!

5. Its got that cool texture n jazz.
4. It keeps things safe!
3.Its clear, which makes for great "new outlook on life" possibilities!
2.It makes loud noises when you pop it. popopopop~-~
1. Anything can be made out of bubble wrap, if you try.

-Laura

FIRE!

Sat, 05 May 2007 05:51:13 GMT

Check davids: http://www.myspace.com/assuredambiguity
Blog for a better rendition then I could ever give you.
(of the fire yesterday....yea....)

-Laura

looked fun

Sat, 28 Apr 2007 00:20:56 GMT

If you comment i will:
1. Tell you why I added you to my friends list and/or why I keep you there.
2. Associate you with something. A song, a color, a work of art, a character in a play, a piece of fruit. SOMETHING.
3. Tell you something I like muchly about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you/us.
5. Associate you with a character from a book or a film.
6. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you. (Or else I'll just ask a random question. I reserve that right.)
7. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
8. In return, you must spread this disease in your LJ.

It isn't a secret....

Tue, 03 Apr 2007 19:09:16 GMT

How nervous I am to much of anything.

I don't get how I can't just DO SOMETHING without sitting back before hand and thinking about fortyseven ways it'll go wrong.

I know noone will read this, and I'm not sure If that even bothers me.

There's a dog in the lot next to this one, he's white with black spots all over him, when I'm spray painting which is almost daily now he comes over with a wagging tail to say hello, and I have to stop to save his precious coat from a beating. I sometimes wish someone would do that for me.

I find myself looking back and realizing all the times i set up trails of flowers for a boyfriend or cooked a crazy good dinner, I was listening to Harley in sunday school all over again:
"Treat others as you want to be treated."

But no matter how much I do that for you, no matter how hard I try to show you what I want, wouldn't telling you have an infinance more power?

I seem to have a problem with communication in drastic measures.I'm always insecure, no matter how hard I play myself up. I'm always fearing rejection. No matter how hard i work to figure out why I still can't find those answers.

But When you heard me say I liked watching the history channel,and you said "I love you" in that cute tone of voice, I felt walls of insecurity melting down. Like my walls of chocolate sancurary belonged no more.
Its like Being wrapped in those BIG arms I can't seem to explain to anyone else.
You let me communicate all my small vocied insecurities.
Outloud.
You push me to do things I couldn't before.
You help me to finish things.
You are everything I need.
The boy who drove a thousand miles to hug me over a fat lip.

I'm pretty amazed by your exsisitance.
I love you too David.
But its not just cause you watch the history channel, or the fact your an awesome artist.
It's the way you solve problems without being asked to,
The way your brain works so different from mine.
Its how you laugh in your sleep,
And Make fun of everymovie we see in theatres, but adore at home.
I love you for making fun of spitter.
I love the way you get up at six with me to drink coffee and smoke together.

And that Isn't a secret at all.

-Laura

So I doubt you'd even understand

Sat, 06 Jan 2007 20:41:34 GMT

If you could hear this song right now, you'd understand what a good mood it puts me in.

I'm not even lying.
-Luv addict by Family Force Five-

Hold up, wait a minute, put a little love in it

Doctor, Doctor, I’ve got an emergency
It seems I'm head over heels, a case of L-O-V-E
It's like I'm glowing inside
Yeah, a light I can't hide
And if this feeling is bad then I don't wanna be right
What I've got in my soul gives me the highest delight
Oh yeah it's better than drugs
In fact it's sent from above, huh huh

Hold up, wait a minute, put a little love in it

Hey, Can't kick the habit
Yeah, I got to have it
Yeah, I 'm what they call a
Love addict, Love addict
Hey, can't live without it
Yeah, G'on shout about it
Hey, I'm a symptomatic
Love addict, Love addict

Need a refill cause I just can't get enough
I've got a fever, oh yeah, and the prescription's love
So lay the truth on me
Cause that is all that I need

Hold up, wait a minute, put a little love in it

Hey, Can't kick the habit
Yeah, I got to have it
Yeah, I 'm what they call a
Love addict, Love addict
Hey, can't live without it
Yeah, G'on shout about it
Hey, I'm a symptomatic
Love addict, Love addict

I'm blessed, I must confess
My heart is pounding in my chest
Cause this love's the best
I'm just a love addict

Coming down with something outrageous
Lookout now cause it so contagious
This feeling's got me reeling
So amped up that I hit the ceiling
Gotta clear my throat
Huh huh, now I gotta have some more

Hold up, wait a minute, put a little love in it

(Chorus) x 2

And thats how I'm feeling right now.
I'm So happy to have you Back God.
yea, I don't need type it I know, but I missed you alot and its really hard to just say in my head.
So Good morning God what do you have for me today?

-Laura

Wooo I never update!

Sun, 24 Sep 2006 22:24:53 GMT

Which will make this more confusing!

YAY!
So.. I'll start with the list of Boys I mgiht possibly date:(as they stand currently)
Sam.
Mike.
and I think thats what its down to.

Which is awesoem cause it was like a page long a week ago.

So here's the down low.
I met Sam, on myspace.
Cause I was being a loser and playing my social expiriement game.
I sent him a message basically saying...
"Hi... I think your cute.
But I AM WAY HOTTIER Then you."
So, we just kept talking/texting/ meeting one night for pizza and ending up going to aurora for a ghost hunt.
*SIGH*
Ok, so Sam is...Like Shave me ken. No lie. He looks just like him.
He's crazy and random, and yet knows how to just cuddle and make me feel better.
OH and he has this wierd obsession with popping my pimples. EWWIE.
Anyways, He's awesome.
In short, We act like a couple.
But we're not.
I mean once we went up to the mountains at random (cause lately thats how I am)
And We're standing close to a big hiking like cliff.
And he's like come over here *insert laura's fear of hieghts*
And I'm like "NO! I'm gonna die!" and he's like "No... I'll catch you"
I dunno it was sweet to me.
We ended up just looking at all the city lights.
But see, there's some big worries here.
Or else there wouldn't be a number two on that list.
Sam...Was adopted.
So step number one, being a child who traveled from foster home to foster home till about the age of nine, That makes it hard for him to really see anyone committing to ANYONE.
Basically, in his words "I suck at commitment."
And he just so happens to already have two other girls.
One of which will be visiting on Thursday.
I'm so nervous.
So Afraid.
And none of it REALLY makes sense to me.
But I pretty much know he's not a jack ass like that.
He's better then to lie to me about it.
I see him almost everyday.
And Because of him, I'm not so scared of other things anymore.
Shit I could walk alone on Colfax.Without freaking out.
What does that tell you?
But anyways on down my list.

Mike.
Is hot.
Like a model.
I met him at the pirates of the carribean Premire and scored his phone number.
I stayed at his house for a couple of mondays after ren fest,
and he's really down to earth.
Really almost ocd.
He plays video games,
Like me.
So we'd stay up all night on wow.
Leveling and jazz.
And it was just awesome.
He is just afraid of commitment.
Basic twenty-two-year-old for "Be my ufck buddy"
But I think it could change.
Given the girl was uber preppy, and uber gamer.
Aka Not me.
But soemtimes I think I couldp ull it off.
I havn't seen him in a few weeks so...
I dunno if he'll drop from my list yet or not.
So we'll see huh?
-Laura

For you:

Fri, 14 Jul 2006 06:14:16 GMT

Immunity comes in years,
In days and hurtful slumber.

You build up Blisters,
and walls of protective skin.

You won't let anythnig in.
Excepting that one painless needle.

I have yet to wait till the next morning.
I'll leave at night.
Go back from whence I came.
But this is normal.
Forget a face, Forget a name.
In the end your ok.
You didn't need them anyway.

Your living,
This life.
Which turns you round and round and spits you out.
Why is it,
I can't do anything without a reason?
Why can't I just throw caution to the wind?
Why do I fuss and fuss and fuss?

You don't understand me.
So don't help me.
Don't judge me.
Enjoy your falsebottomed friendship love.
Until everything you thought you knew,
falls out into that abyss.

Pretend all you want.
But this IS who I am.
Whether you LIKE It or NOT.
I kinda could give a shit less.

-Laura

Crosswalk thoughts.

Wed, 07 Jun 2006 01:29:35 GMT

I'm having a conversation in my head.
I'm wondering if,
That blow job you just so obviously recieved,
Was really as good as your playing it off to be.

The Light says I have ten more seconds to cross,
And I hate myself for wasting the last scored twenty to ponder you.

I like this feeling of not having to care anymore.
About you or anything.
I'm Walking a line,
between a concrete jungle and the original one,
which now strives to take back its own.

Your walking a line,
A line between absolute perfection and absolute failure.
You walk that grey line like nobodies business.
I'm Watching you, behind quiet eyes,
And wondering if I should even give you these miles with which to walk.

I'm second-guessing.

As I always tend to do.

Everybody's Talking Talking Talking
[but noone says anything of Value]
They're riding their bikes in circles,
Oh the miles they'll never go.
They think they're going everywhere,
Before they know its just another circle.
How dreadfully disappointing to know the
Circumference,
As well as the Diameter
of that stupid little circle.

I'm not walking with my eyes down cast
Thinking I'm better then you,
No, quite to opposite,
I often wish I never thought this way.
I envy your ability to just go and go,
And barely ever think.

I'm having a conversation in my head,
Prolly about the same as that woman sitting next to you,
With that sour taste, mixed with the smells of the road,
Swallowing into her mouth.

No sir,
I don't think you'd waste twenty seconds of your life the same way.

-Laura Wold

Brilliant white (Advisory)

Sun, 04 Jun 2006 07:31:23 GMT

Fair warning: This ones a bit intense, kinda, don't bitch about word choice or anything.
------------------------------------------------------------------
I never saw such a brilliant white.
I never took the time to stare at a white that shone so clear.
I didn't noitice it till now.

Till the wafting breezes brought it to my senses.

I'm a fucking bobble head.

And I doubt you'd understand, as most times it seems.

I need something.
That isn't within my grasp.
I need something,
Onto which,
I doubt I could ever hold.

I need it.

Memory, like a sand glass,
ever falling from that hole in my fingers.
Let me remember,
Let me forget,
Let me get over this.

So this shit will stop popping up,
And making my brain
A bird shit on a window.

Let me forget,
how you smelled,
And the way it smothered me,
Pushed me back into a wall,
and made me think I was smaller than small.

I hate you.
But I forgive you.
Desperatation, calls for desperate things.

And I hate the fact,
You used me desperately.

I hate the fact,
You thought of it as nothing,
And I forced myself to do the same.

I'm like a rag,
Pure and white was were I began.
And now, Now I'm a used up soiled rag,
Which once would have been a beautiful part of this great tapestry.
But then I was useless.
And I couldn't hold on tight enough,
To that whisping white cloud.

But now I know.
I've never seen a more brilliant white,
or held it tighter in my hand.
I know you held me down longer then anything,
Any of the shit I went through.
But now I know,
More then ever,
That brilliant white won't evade me much longer.
I'll hold it in my hand,
You bitch.

-Laura

Laura's stuff needs labels. Badly.

Sat, 27 May 2006 17:06:12 GMT

I'm so pissed.

PISSED PISSED PISSED.

MY corset got stolen on Thursday.

Its at least fifty percent my fault for expecting caity to wear it all day.

But she takes it off and accordign to her "Put it in my backpack in the choir room."
After seventh I'm sitting in Lisa's room and I got chocolate all over my shirt.
Caity says when I get there half way through eighth that she found her backpack open, and that it was gone.
Josh says he say some bitch walking around in it with the strings dragging, which means A) she was wearing it wrong B) SOME BITCH STOLE MY SHIT AGAIN!

I filled out a report after trying to find this chic I Barely know.
SO the school is fucking pointless. Concluded.
They call me the other night and Told me what this girl said.
She says she "Took if off and threw it away"
When Josh was saying she KNEW it was mine, or at least was talking about it.

Never the less, next chance I get I'm gonna ask if I can fine her. Cause I'm betting she took it home and is lying.
Cause that shit was fucking rad.

God's. If I smoked right now.

Rest In someone else's closet Baby, I guess this what happens when I do quality work.

-Laura is definately pissed.

What Dads are good for:

Sun, 21 May 2006 21:31:52 GMT

Over dramatics water works and hours spent yelling on the phone.

holy fuck does it have to be this hard trying to spend time with someone?

-Laura is feeling pretty down.

Grad party.

Sat, 20 May 2006 17:33:13 GMT

So I guess I'm having one?

May 28th 2006 4:00 -till mom kicks us out.

Its gonna be a costume party so dress up and come.

I MEAN COME! I hate having parties ocnsidering I get party ditched alot, so please make this one worth it?

-Laura.

Need more details? Ask?

Sat, 20 May 2006 16:11:11 GMT

I GOT A JOB!

I'm Gonna be worknig at the ren fest. YAY.

Mon, 15 May 2006 07:25:52 GMT

Tell the truth,
or take the dare,

Either way the threats still there.

Varying levels of reason.
I'm hiding here,
Talking to myself.

Memoirs of a Covert Laura.

Mon, 15 May 2006 06:27:35 GMT

I was like a dandy-lion seed, wafting on the wind.

Brushing past a womans shoulder, fleeting for a split-second, and then soaring high again.
I was at the epitome of my social expiriences, I was seen heard, and somewhat acknowledged. Acknowledgement is a pretty amazing thing. I mean considering through of this I was just a simple dandy-lion seed, and you touched me, felt me and somehow knew my exsistance. In the end I was just brushed away,and that was the end of it.

That was the highschool expirience for me, the fleeting, the soaring, The crescendo, de-crescendo.
"Alone in the biggest room full of people", I was invisible.
Invisible has its light and dark sides, and even though most view it as a very lonely way to be, I found it amusing. I saw it as opportunity, to toy around a bit. Ask around n see what people htought of me without admitting I was me. I woudl toy with at least a couple hundred of the thousand faces I would encounter. To those thousands and thousands of faces I would become a ghost of sorts.
Something they could see and hear, but most wouldn't ever have the foggiest of guesses as to the face behind the face. The reason for each and every silly thing I'd do.
I was a ghost, ever-changing, considering most times I'd never look the same two days in a row. People knew of me, but often would forget that I was ME.
   I'd play games of sorts. Get involved in causes, and then a week later ask someone I'd argued with their opinion. They'd tell me why my opinion sucked, without realizing I was me. It's fun to be an enigma, to an extent.

Senority was a funniest of effects. Not to mention when height comes in, I was only 5'2 senoir year. Freshmen definately towered over me. This is also the year I started getting amazing roles in the plays. I doubt most people care about small parts, but I love them, the less lines you have to stress about, the better chance of maknigy our lines count. A perfect example of this philosophy, was a roel I was cast in that year. I was cast in "The real inspector hound" as Mrs. Drudge. A maid, A middle aged maid at that. I was meant to be ugly, prolly quiet, and just background noise. The problem with me getting "background noise parts" is I hate to leave them that way, as any thespian would. Over the rehersal period I honed Mrs. Drudge into one of the most outrageous characters in the cast, cleaning in unconventional ways, and breaking a few rules of physics while I was at it. I had faithfully earned about 70% of the laughs.

So the student performance rolled by, as it always did. I put my dandy-lion seed on the back burner, and showed up as a full grown weed. A weed clothed in a nasty maid costume, with a liver spot or five drawn over wrinkles for effect. For about fifty minutes, a large amount of those thousands of faces had expirienced my prescence, not just as a dandy-lion seed, but a full fledged weed. The student body seemed to love the show, at least the half that didn't disrespect us by spending the show swapping spit, practicing ill-advised choices to breed, or catching up on sleep they skipped to play pokemon. They even talked about it for a few weeks afterwards. They gifted me with my time to soar, but now it was my time to fleet off into the distance.
   It ended up I was but a lowly dandy-lion seed on that stage after all, ratehr then a full fledged weed. People would talk about the show to me, stating they had no clue how I was involved, asking:
"Did you run lights or something?"
Some would even go as far to state the maid was their favorite character and ask me who she was played by.

I was invisible enough to be forgotten.
There was alwaus the possibility of being the goods enough actress, they believed it wasn't me.

Often there were other bit parts which made me invisible. My first show with The school was Guys and Dolls. I wasn't even on the cast list, actually my audition just sucked so bad I doubt I ever would do anything acting wise ever in my life. I had shown up faithfully though, through out the rehersal period at the rehersals. And had clued myself in as small bit parts, A pick-pocket, and a person on a date at the hot box. Definatelyn ot an expirience I would change for the world of me. That is excepting one tiny little part. The part where I felt like a dandy-lion, swallowed by the prescence and scent of roses.

Curtain call.

The bane of bit actors unapperciated everywhere. When you bow with six or seven equally small players,and watch as only leads get flowers.The only flower I walked away with from that show was definately a pity present.
A Gay guy in the cast had felt bad about how bit players never got flowers, so he had bought two dozen, and handed them out as the actors walked aronud disassembling sets.

It was also the first flower I ever recieved not from my dad.

It both warmed my heart, and froze my heart. It made me realize how often a Dandy-lion must waft through the chilly wind, before ever landing safetly,and finding a place in which to grow.

The life of a dandy-lion seed I'd imagine would have its ups and downs. Its highs lows, and in-betweens, its certain, and uncertain, I suppose I could say so.

But you wouldn't really know would you?
If your jsut watching it toss and turn on the ever waning wind?
Not really ever knowing.
You may know her name.
You may know a million frivelous facts, But did you ever really ride a mile on that wind that guides her life?
Did you ever really,
Or did you look on place judgements and expect them to be right?

Cause in all my years spent wafting, waning, soaring and falling, I have yet to find someone who really knew me through and through by just looking at me.
I was more then just like a dandy-lion seed as I was scurrying down only certain hall ways, fearing a certain entity which isn't to be named. Fleeting from hieghts, and dashing into classrooms just on time. I was soaring as I scored the only parts I had ever had in real shows. I was falling as I watched the people around me tear themselves apart. I was soemthing everyone had ideas about, something they may have talked about from a distance from time to time, but barely ever, would they talk to me.

I was just brushed away.
In that way, My face among thousands, was invisible.
A blur in a giant picture.

-Laura wold. '06

Thu, 11 May 2006 03:11:15 GMT

The Grass is greener.

The minute I get into something new,

I notice something from the corner of my eye,
like the other side of a fence,
which has way greener grass,
and a for sale sign.

And I'm torn.
And I'm standing there in my gardening hat,
Pouring water on plants which look mad weak in comparison.

I wish I could just give up.
But to be honest,
I never would know which I would regret more.

The loan for the place thats for sale,
or the plants dying on both lawns.

I feel like I'm a horrible person.
Thats something I never intended to be.

Mon, 08 May 2006 05:47:25 GMT

Sometimes being Arrogant shouldn't be the answer to all situations.

Thats why sometimes, I'd rather just not talk.