Fools In Love

Fools in love, are there any other kinds of lovers?
Fools in love, is there any other kind of pain?
Fools in love, are there any creatures more pathetic?
Fools in love, never knowing when they lost the game.
Fools in love, gently hold each other’s hands forever.
Fools in love, gently tear each other limb from limb.

I Feel Like I Wouldn’t Like Me If I Met Me

So, here I am. Blogging again. I guess the best thing to do is just jump right in.

My name is Laura. I’m 25 years old (turning 26 in less than a week), I’m a cashier at a drugstore and a pre-nursing student with a 3.44 GPA (I wanted to go to medical school but it is too expensive and frankly, I don’t know if I could hang), and I live in a one-bedroom apartment with my boyfriend and our three black cats. And I have 12 tattoos.

I am currently in my 4th week of Weight Watchers (for the umpteenth time), and as of today I’m down 8 pounds. Overall, I’m down 24.6 pounds from my highest ever weight 2 years ago. Yay me!

I love to read but I don’t do it as often as I’d like to. More than anything else, I love music. I love listening to it, which I do every day, and I love writing and performing it, which I don’t do every day. My boyfriend and I are in a band (well we are the band) called Shade the Rose. Look us up on ReverbNation or Facebook! I sing and my boyfriend sings and plays guitar. I play guitar a little, but not well enough to play with him. I’m learning, though, slowly. I also love movies, but I haven’t seen a lot of popular ones. For instance, I’ve never seen Schindler’s List, or Say Anything, or Citizen Kane, to name a random few. Before my boyfriend and I started dating, I hadn’t even seen Back to the Future. Now I have 🙂

I have a sister who is 11 years older than me, to the day, and she has 2 beautiful sons whom I just love to death. I have a Polaroid of her 11th birthday (the date is written at the bottom), and I just love it because I know that while that party was going on, I was being born. What’s really interesting about that is that I am adopted, so both of my parents were at this party, and then the phone rang and it was the hospital calling to say, “Your daughter has been born!” My sister said I was the best birthday present she ever got. I’m not sure if she’s felt that way consistently over the last 26 years, but the important thing is that she at least felt it that day.

Speaking of being adopted, I do know my birth family, at least my mother’s side. I met my birth mother when I turned 18, and I am friends with her, along with her brothers, sister, nieces, nephews, and father. Being adopted is a complicated thing for me.

And that’s all I can think of to write about today. There will be more.

Some people have gotten farther in life than this by their 26th birthday, but what can I say? I’m hard-headed.