Disney Movies Ruined Everything

This has been spoken about many times. All girls say the same thing, Disney movies ruined our perceptions of life.

More specifically the Disney Princess movies.

First off all these girls are, like, 16 and they fall in love right away with their prince. What the fuck is this?! There is no such thing as love at first sight. Finding a prince and falling in love is the main goal for these girls. Really?! You can't find anything else to occupy yourself with?

Second they ruined the way I look at my hair. Jasmine has thick hair that goes down to her ass... I spent my entire childhood trying to get that hair. Guess what? It didn't fucking happen. Pocahantas had perfect hair all the time without a hair brush. Ariel's hair had to come from a bottle... No one is born with fire engine red hair. Belle tied her hair with a ribbon... Try to fucking do that, it doesn't work. Mulan cut her hair with a sword and it was perfect, I got a hair cut in freshman year and it just got perfect now... In senior year.

Third these girls were fucking sluts! Jasmine fell in love with a homeless boy and she always wore that slutty genie halloween costume. Snow White lived with seven midgets. Ariel wore a sea shell bra all over the place. Sleeping Beauty fell in love with a boy who kissed her while she was asleep. Not to mention Belle was screwing a dog.

Finally they taught me to fear old, fat, ugly people. A lot of the teachers I've had over the years have been old, fat, or ugly and they were okay. They're usually either sweet, adorable, or fucking crazy... But they were okay.

80%

So, you're here but you're not. They told me they were kidding, "He's not coming back, I just wanted to see how you would react"
Oh wonderful, I freaked out for nothing. Perfect.

80% of me was relieved that it was a joke because I was afraid of getting all the feelings I had for you back but then there's that twisted 20% that wanted to see you again.
Everyday that 20% looked for you, hoped to see you one more time, just so that I can say everything that I bottled up to you. Every feeling, every tear, every 'I love you', everything that I locked away in the safe I call my heart.

I had a dream about you, it felt so real. It was nice to hang out with you, hug you, talk to you, and see you again. I wanted that to happen in real life but it's only a dream, right? Dreams don't come true, do they?

If you need me, I'll be here, in White Plains. You stay in Puebla, Mexico and change you're god damn Facebook location because every time I see it my 20% gets it's hopes up.

No, no, no!

You can't be back, you just can't be. I got used to you being gone. I didn't want you here anymore and now you're back?! This can't be happening to me again. I never wanted to see you again.

I got over you, I went through my depression and I found an amazing guy.

How did everything go so wrong so fast?

I think I may just be afraid of myself. I don't want to get all the feelings that I threw away back again.

Breathe Lauren, breathe..... You can do this, just ignore him.

I hope my conscience is right.

New Year

2012 is here... It's kind of a scary thought, if you really think about it. In 5 or 6 months I'll be graduating and heading off into the world. A world full of college and work. Weird.

I never really liked New Years, too crowded and loud for me. That is, when I go out.

Yeah, I'm spending New Years alone this year... Again. Not by choice, there's just no one free tonight that I would want to spend New Years with. It's perfectly fine. I just want this vacation to be over with.

Ba hum bug.


Hope you all enjoy your night.

Dream Zoo

My name is Lauren Iannucci and I am addicted to Dream Zoo. 

It all started when my favorite teacher showed me the game.
"You were made for this game"
"Ok, sure"
When he excitedly explained the purpose of the game I thought it sounded really really dumb and childish. Then I started to play it and got hooked right away.

I started to tell my friends about it and they all thought it was really dumb and childish, big surprise. He showed me this game on Monday, it seems like I've been playing for years but in reality it's only been a week.

My zoo is alot bigger than it is in the picture, that's just the only picture I have of my zoo. I now have Yeti's which I'm really excited about. Yay Yeti's!


Yeah, now that I wrote a blog about this game... I feel just a little more pathetic.

"I tried to get my friends to play it, turns out, I'm a grown man..."- My favorite teacher

Dreams vs Reality

"I had a dream..."


I had a dream that my parents got divorced, it kind of got me curious about relationships. I feel the need to get involved. I begin to ask questions about relationships and because I get very excitable about things like this, I get carried away. 


I learned that my Forensics teacher is divorced, my English teacher may be engaged, my Math teacher has a wife and three amazingly smart kids, and a couple that I know are having problems and it's only the first month or so in their relationship. 


Maybe it's because I don't have anything to distract myself with right now, it's not like I have a boyfriend that I'm constantly wrapped up in or anything. I just have Me, Myself, and I. 


So forgive me if I get carried away with the curiosity. I just need to distract myself for a while. Yeah, that sounds about right.


I normally act like I don't care about relationships. I normally just dismiss them or say something smart like "Eh, I give it a month" but lately I seem to feel like everything will work out for the better. I think my dreams are triggering this hopeful feeling. 


I bought this book about dreams and their meanings and every morning I check to see what my dream meant. Lately my dreams have had something to do with love or luck. Yeah, the dreams are definitely a big part of my hopefulness. Definitely.

Boys Be Crazy

Boy and girl sitting next to each other. Boy's ex-fling is sitting at the table next to them and her best friend is right across from the boy
Girl: So how are things with her? 
Boy: Good, I mean, it's not like we're over.

The next day the best friend tells the ex-fling what they were talking about
Ex-Fling: Ummm.... No, we're defiantly over...

It's times like these where I really question how people think. We ended things. I'm done with this, so, why are you still telling people that we're not over?

I got tired of you, that's why I'm moving onto the next guy. You became a.... bitch-baby. Crying and moaning about every little thing. Seriously, I thought boys were supposed to act tough all the time. Why is it that this one boy is the most sensitive guy ever?

I honestly think he needs to be committed to the nearest mental hospital.