To me that really means a few things and a few activities.

Sure there is the actual literal definition of cleaning the house that you are in and I am currently doing that. But I am also talking about journaling...the "cleaning" of your "house" if you will and getting it all out there for someone, even if it is just yourself, to see.

I am not living with my parents right now and it frightens me as well as excites me. I'm living with some roommates and am working a part-time job. I hope to return to school eventually and get a degree in English. I really enjoy writing and books fascinate me.

I am currently reading the last book of the Harry Potter series because J. K. Rowling is a literary master. She pulls things from so many different sources and places that it's incredible. IE. Sirius is the "Dog" Star in the sky and Sirius Black in the Harry Potter series can turn into a big, giant black dog.

I, of course, basically worship Shakespeare's works. I don't care for his protrayal of women....either slightly young women who are naive, or over-powering older women with a hidden agenda. Yes, I am neither of these I know for sure.

The only thing I am naive about is the male psyche.....I don't know everything and my only hidden agenda is that I secretly hate when people call me Lauren, Laura, Laurie, etc. Because if you do call me that, I will secretly hate you for five seconds and then get over it.

One of my favorite poets is myself and if you haven't read any of my poetry (you better have not otherwise you're stalking me from site to site) this is a one I wrote today:

There is a life outside of here
Something I am destined to find
There is a life outside of here
I can see it in my mind

Crazy enough to glimpse it
Open enough to believe
Really hoping it's something
Because I can so clearly see

That beyond the tunnel light
Is a place of real joy
That I am not finding in this life
Because of the acts of a boy

His name is to remain unknown
Although many know of whom I speak
I here his voice and I am centered
To the ground my knees go weak

Trying to see all the cons of him
Although it is hard to regret
The times that he listened and was there for me
Those times I will never forget

Just because you've let me go
Doesn't mean I forget who you are
Try to remember what love was confessed
When you see that distant star

Reflected light of years away
I remember you as though
You never left and we still talked now
Yet I still miss you so

If you ever recall that times that I cried
And told you I couldn't let go now
I will tell you that I was speaking truth
And this is my solemn vow

I can never forget what you did for me
Set me free in the times of hell
I will always remember to think of you
How much the years will tell...


I wrote this for my friend Joel, whom I was in love with in high school. He was my first love and will always have a special place in my heart whether or not he decides to come back into my life. If you read this Joel, I miss you and I am NOT waiting for you. I have my own life to live and it's your choice if you wish to be a part of it.