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i know i knowww its like almost day 4. but ive had a busy day and now is the time to post about day 3's challenge.

ive been pondering todays question for a little minute..its a tough one.

day3. A picture and/or description of your favorite place in your world. And I’m not talking about like France or Greece. I’m talking somewhere you visit daily or atleast fairly often.

this was hard for me because so many things came to mind. theres lots of places i like to go- but then i looked at the question again and it said, favorite place IN THE WORLD. woah intense. so i thought about it and i feel pretty good about my answer.

home.

i chose my house (since i dont live there anymore i feel like its justified as a place i visit often, as i do).

ive grown up in the same house for all my 21 years of living. ive switched around bedrooms multiple times, watched it go under construction, create a new backyard, go from orange/red to a dark grey/green, expand in all directions, loose the best fruit trees ever plus many other trees, & even go from a place of 8 people to 4. Ive watched it grow up, ive watched it on days when its quiet, days when its loud, days when its sad, days when its a non stop party. ive seen people come and go and come back, ive watched shoes be taken off at the front and back door and get in trouble if they travel anywhere else. ive seen temper tantrums, ive seen tears, ive seen growth and ive seen miracles beyond belief. its the house that i grew up in- the place where i call home and the place i know where i can go to if i need somewhere to run to. I know its just a piece of architecture, a piece of work- and that most of the sentimental value comes from the memories, but i cant help but feel connected to every nook and crany, doorknob and all. i love that i have solid knowledge that i could get from one end, up and down with my eyes clothes in the pitch dark. its been a place of comfort, a place where love is found and shared. its not a perfect place, but its where my family was placed together in a tight knit to learn and grow and experience what a home and family is really all about.

and so THAT is why home is my favorite place IN THE WORLD.

(zach showed me this song and i thought it fit right in for this post:))

dos.

day2. A picture of one of your celebrity crushes and 5 things you would do with/to them. No questions asked.

woah look at them gettin crazy with this question. kidding- its G rated as always.

so like this was hard for me.

why? cus i have 2 celeb crushes (maybe more...probably more...okay more, but whatev). i am having a hard time choosing between the two- both seem extremely enjoyable and entertaining...so im just going to have to make a decision. right now.

and the winnnnnnner is .....

Ashton Kutch.

had too. i feel as if i chose someone over him- it would be like cheating& he would totally care.

things WE would do:

1. hit up d-land. ride some rides, watch some shows, have the time of our lives, get some character autographs of course.

2. have dinner in a private jet. nummy fabulous dinner.

3. go to vegas to see the O show at the bellagio.

4. show up to a premier and pretend were dating- JUST to see what would happen. gossip magazines front cover status.

5. tell eachother jokes. and when i say eachother- i mean him tell me jokes....so that i could laugh my head off all day and all night.

*ps. while this is all happening- i left zach with demi. he wouldnt mind.

runner up: justin timb.

he makes me melt for some reason. it all started in like 1st grade when he told me he wanted me back. he was always the cutest of the pack and ive made a statement by going to 3 nsync concerts JUST in elementary school alone. buttttt i had to go with my number one guy- until next time jtimb.

[while we are here i would just like to tell you that i only lost my purse once today...we are making progressions]

the challenge begins.

so because i like to stalk other blogs- ive been seeing a lot of this so-called "30 day challenge" pop up from blog to blog. so what it is, is a question for everyday of the month to blog about. easy. i decided today that i wanted to try it. why not. it gives me something to blog about and im all for stuff that can entertain me. so here i go. day 1. starting right this minute.

here goes.

day1. Your name and 5 things about you that no one really knows

well HI. im lauren. for those of you who werent already aware.

(this is me at my finest)

1. i still sleep with my baby blanket. you can judge- zach does.

2. im terrified of needles. for some reason, as of late, i get quesy around blood, needles, anything of the sort.

3. number one fear. well maybe not the first- buuuuut deff top ten- being stranded in the middle of ocean at night. i cant even begin to tell you how many goose bumps pop up when i think about it too long. my throat is closing in so im gonna go to the next one...

4. i have a hard time with copying. i know its impossible to never copy anyone because the world doesnt work that way- however i think if your going to copy someone you shouldn't copy with the exact same thing. (same color, same everything) i believe in taking it and making it your own. i know copying is a the biggest compliment but i cant help but get suppppperrrr annoyed.

5. as much as a love being with people, laughing my head off and what not- i love just being by myself and not having to do anything but entertain myself. a little alone time is necessary everyday and keeps me sane.

lets ramble, shall we.

ive been a tad brain dead. maybe its not exactly dead- but something seriously has gone wrong. i think i lost my brain- or it has been shut off. this past month ive lost my stinking flat iron (have to purchase a new one. shoot), lost my worksheet at school TWICE (one time had to start completely over, second time i lost it on the day it was due- luckily i found it), left my keys then walked all the way to my car and realized i dont have them, left my purse at school when i left for lunch. like whaaaaaat up brain where are you? its like i get so distracted by little things that in .0002 seconds, my minds attention has completely switched and i start leaving things and losing stuff. ive realized i need to snap out of it and stop being so spacey- cus i dont like spacey. in fact i dont like it at all, spacey is tackey and there is nothing more of a turn off then a dang space case. so from this point on-no more spacey lauren. after a huge cry fest before finding my worksheet i realized i have GOT to be more responsible- no more losing things...none of that. it will end now.

however on a brighter note- this week i was reminded of a goal that i decided not too long ago. being reminded of a goal isnt really a good thing i know, cus that means i forgot about it. but its OKAY, cus now i wont forget-cus im not being spacey anymore remember? WELP. it hit me again this past wednesday. i once upon a time decided that when im allll growd up with my own house, i will have a childrens library in my home. mounds and heaps of childrens books. let me give you some background info. begin...so when i was a wee soul, i adored books. theres just something about the fun little stories and pictures that just never got old to me. no matter how many times i read the same books over and over again- they were still just as fun. not kidding, every night, up until like my highschool days- i would grab a couple childrens books from the shelf, and read them before i went to bed. sometimes i would read ten in one night. i liked seeing the familiar pages and reading the stories that brought back nostalgia. as cheesy as it sounds- i feel like some books just always stick with you and make you feel a certain way. so back to present day. i decided that i want my own library of childrens books for my kids one day....and myself too. so i figured id start by buying myself a book every now and again to start my collection now. on a scale of 1 to 10, on how nerdy that is, i know its a 10 ...but i dont even mind it, cus im sooo pumped!

o...c...d..?

I'm not OCD. Not even self-diagnosed. I don't care about certain numbers, I don't stress over certain things that don't make sense....usually. However- I have recently questioned myself over a little OCD characteristic. Its not a big deal really- but to me, I makes me tick. If it's not perfect, I fix it. Doesn't matter what I'm doing- I will clean it. I will shut it and I will organize it. Possibly 4-7 times a day...as many times as I see it looking homely. Who knew such a small thing could stir up my insides. I really should let it go..but I CANT.

This stupid and lame obsession is with the "Wash House". Huh? Please allow me to explain. At school we have an area where the shampoo bowls, towels, and shampoo+condition resides. And for some reason- I am the wash house nazi. No one made that title for me, I certainly gave it to myself. When at school, about once a month, we are on a job for the day. Whether it be in charge of washing towels, or cleaning bowls..everyone has a chance to be on a job for a day. When you are in charge of towels- you wash the towels (duh), fold them (PERFECTLY, if your me), deliver the towels above the sinks to their shelf, and manage the wash house (meaning you clean up spills, straighten the shampoo bottles, and make sure the wash house looks spotless). Towels is my favorite job to me on because it means its my territory for the day. I can roll the towels exactly how they are supposed to look, make sure all the cabinets where the towels are placed are always shut, and organize everything to make it look perfect 24/7.

I do stress a little when I am on towels because some people mess it up but for the most part I hold my composure, put on a smile and just do my job how I like it.

The other days of the month are my problem. The days where I am not towels are killer. Seriously it takes everything in me to not look over to the Wash House to see if it looks okay. If it doesn't- I walk my butt over there and start cleaning. Then about 10 minutes later i cant help but make sure it still looks okay- it usually doesn't...and there I go again. Its become a problem to my social life as well. You see- my friends are sick of hearing about it...and not only are they sick of hearing about it, they are sick of watching me make my way over there a couple times a day to clean up and shut the doors on the towel cabinet.

The strange thing is- I can let my room get a little crazy. Im fine with a little chaos in my car every once in a while. I tell myself I can clean it later and it happens usually...later. But there is something about the Wash House that sure makes my blood turn. It has a certain control over me that I don't know how to ignore. help?

So perhaps I am self-diagnosed with a strange case of OCD? or maybe im just possessed by the Wash House? Who knows....all I know is that Wash House looks dang good because of my crazy self.

just putting it out there.

ive been wanting to post about his for a while. to confess a true love of mine. everyone has a celeb crush right? well most people. but i have a different sort of celeb crush...

dont take this the wrong way-but im in love with Kingston Rossdale. He's 4 years old. nooooot a big deal right? he is justTOOadoarble. he has a wardrobe that blows every other kids out of the water, his hair is perfect in my standards, and his face is so cute i wanna squish his cheeks and give him a huge kiss! basically i want him for my own. like i will pay gwen and gavin to let me adopt him. call it weird- but he is just THEE cutest thing in the entire universe.

any other kid wearing this would look ridiculous- good thing his cute face cancels out all other questions.

runner up :

levi mcconaughey. it should be illegal to be this cute.

hmm...

Do you ever just think. Like really think. and sometimes the thoughts you have, turn into really interesting questions- but either they are too ridiculous to ask, or you are simply by yourself and it surely slips your mind. If not- your brain is probably just turned off OR your mind isnt running a million miles an hour like mine.Either way- I have a lot going on in this little head of mine. You can ONLY imagine. For those of you who know me- you know Im a chatterbox. Basically 10% of my thoughts make it out on stage, the other 90%chill in my brain for a while until I forget ormove onto something else.

Anywho I decided to write down some of my random thoughts I had this past week. Randomly just popped into my head and I really was like hmmm...

so here goes-welcome to my cranium.

why does Usher call himself uRsher. with an R. like, Im not sure I get whats going on with the new random letter. Maybe its like how some people say Cheltsie. but there is no T in Chelsea...or maybe its explained in a song and I just never heardit. All in all- I just dont know where it came from. Holla Usher if you wanna explain.

Okay I promise to stop talking about driving after this (well at least for like a month). Anyways, have you ever seen a semi get pulled over? Cus I surehavent and its not fair. because sometimes those big demons like to speed....but they NEVER get pulled over. those nasty sneaky things...like they are huge, how does a cop miss them!?

So does anyone else think its weird that we like die a little bit every night? Yes, people Im talking about sleep. Like it really is SO weird, if you think about it. Crawl into bed- die- wake up and like 7 hours are just gone and the world could have stopped turning but you were dead in your bed so you dont even know.

Where did G-unit go? I get it, they fought and stuff for a while, The Game and 50 cent had "beef". but what about the rest of them...like i know they are all still out there ridin solo- but i think they should join forces again- now THAT was some good ol times. Nothing like bumpin in the car to some G-unit when your white and barely the age to drive.

Ya know what the worst? Okay so maybe when your just little- but when you have this cute little balloon and you let go of the string for 2 seconds and bam its a goner. Peace out balloon it was fun while it lasted. SO... my mom always said- welp someone else will find it and be so happy. AWESOME i thought. But lets be honest- as the years have gone by- IVE NEVER found a balloon coming to land. ever. not even deflated one. So where the heck do all of those balloons go? shoot.

I go to mexico a lot- and the worst part is finding a radio station. SAME MUSIC OVER AND OVER. like they have ONE genre. its sad really. like wheres the mexican country or mexican indie music? none. just the same old typical mexican music. its like if you live there you better like that cus there is no other option. okay wait- with a little exception to some rap. straight up daddy yankee- gasolina. but thats about it.

So Europe has got a rep for making excellent cars...what the heck is taking us so long? why cant we figure it out? we are all humans...like why cant we just take a look and then copy that and call it good? is something wrong with us Americans that we cant figure out how to make a really amazing car? dangit.

I guess thats it. if you happen to know any answers to my life long questions-feel free to share.

ill just got back to wondering now :)