tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28780273121880147242008-10-26T17:50:16.202-07:00Personal Blogging PageLaurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17715789128855583241noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2878027312188014724.post-76006431722403650382008-10-26T17:34:00.000-07:002008-10-26T17:50:16.217-07:00<p style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;">"The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide that your problems are your own. You do not blame them on your mother, the ecology or thepresident. You realize that you control your own destiny." -Albert Ellis</span></p><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://laura.aaziz.org/uploaded_images/P1050871-754696.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://laura.aaziz.org/uploaded_images/P1050871-753786.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span class="sqq"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" ><br /></span></span></span></span>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17715789128855583241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2878027312188014724.post-31328486816269327132008-07-07T08:23:00.000-07:002008-07-07T08:25:49.229-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://laura.aaziz.org/uploaded_images/slipnslide-733739.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://laura.aaziz.org/uploaded_images/slipnslide-733305.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Whew.<br /><br />Summer has flew right on bye.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17715789128855583241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2878027312188014724.post-29654183189197497402008-04-01T07:08:00.000-07:002008-04-01T07:46:39.398-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://laura.aaziz.org/uploaded_images/P1040538-784110.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://laura.aaziz.org/uploaded_images/P1040538-783436.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Bathing Sophie is like intentionally stabbing a knife into your eye... and then twisting it.<br /><br />It's simply not pleasant.<br /><br />However, after much deliberation, I gathered my armor, sharpened my sword and ventured where no woman has ventured ever before. As I filled up the tub with water, she sat on the sink so innocently and unsuspecting.<br /><br />I took a moment to gather my wits, and then approached her.<br /><br />The travel from the sink to the edge of the tub was nearly pleasant, and then she caught on.<br /><br />Her claws protruded into my arm, she reached out for something to grip upon and let out a wild screech. I called for back up, "Anthonnnnnnnnyyyyyyyyyyyy ..... help!<br /><br />In case anyone one is wondering (which I sincerely doubt) she recovered nicely.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://laura.aaziz.org/uploaded_images/P1040544-727842.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://laura.aaziz.org/uploaded_images/P1040544-727189.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">xxlauraxx </div><p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; text-align: center;">email me @ laurajberry@gmail.com</p>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17715789128855583241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2878027312188014724.post-78630637409619469182008-01-23T11:54:00.000-08:002008-01-23T11:55:38.038-08:00<p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"><br /><span style=""> </span>Today was an unusual occurrence in the land of the '2nd floor wifi lab'.</p> <p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"><span style=""> </span>Here I was in front of my laptop, living my life vicariously through SIMS2, choosing my 'destination' vacation neighbourhood' when an alarm sounded off, "Wheewoo, Wheeoo" and the empty square above the door lit up a neon flashing "FIRE" sound.</p> <p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"><span style=""> </span>Years of false alarms in both elementary and high school, made my first reaction a simple shrug and a aggravated eye roll. </p> <p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"><span style=""> </span>My guess is that we had been sitting there for about twenty minutes, before the teachers began to swarm to swarm the hallways, yelling at everyone to evacuate.</p> <p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"><span style=""> </span>I stared down at SIM2.</p> <p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"><span style=""> </span>How inconvenient.</p> <p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"><span style=""> </span>So, we piled out the door, and by 'we' I mean about 300 students all cramming into the stair case to evacuate the building.</p> <p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"><span style=""> </span>Once outside, I eventually found Anthony in the crowd, and the three of us (my friend, Tiff) sat inside of his car to eat.</p> <p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"><span style=""> </span>The "Wheewoo, Wheeoo" changed to 'Blip, blip' and 'Blip, blip' eventually changed to "Attention All Students: An Emergency has been detected." </p> <p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"><span style=""> </span>As of currently, no one really knows what caused the fire or if there even was a fire (it could have been a chemical spill). </p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0in 0.375in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;">My current understanding is that all the basement classes are cancelled.</p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0in 0.375in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;">Too bad my classes are upstairs :(<span style=""> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"> </p> <p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"><span style=""> </span>xxlauraxx</p> <p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;">email me @ laurajberry@gmail.com</p>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17715789128855583241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2878027312188014724.post-63086367239750003252008-01-18T12:22:00.000-08:002008-01-18T12:24:17.806-08:00<p style="margin: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt;">Welcome to my blog!</p> <p style="margin: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt;"> </p> <p style="margin: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt;">Ok, so it took me a while to get this site going, but here it is! I'm basically using this site as an informal page to keep everyone up 'in the know' as to what is going on in my busy, busy, busy life and also to post pictures that might be of interest.<br /><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt;">This page is an extension of my boyfriend, Anthony Aziz's personal home page, [BIG THANKS] and is a private blog for my friends and family to view.</p> <p style="margin: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt;"> </p> <p style="margin: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt;"><span style=""> </span>xxlauraxx</p> <p style="margin: 0in; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt;">email me @ laurajberry@gmail.com</p>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17715789128855583241noreply@blogger.com0