Laura Foy...

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I'm heading out to the expo again, but I was wondering- how do you spend your days?

I'm back.

Greetings all. As many of you know I've spent the last 2 years (somewhat) neglecting this blog and focusing all my energies on my vlog . Well, no more. From now on you'll get more of me than you could have ever wanted. That is, if you ever wanted any of me to begin with.

Halloween is almost upon us. Second to Thanksgiving (for reasons I will keep private), Halloween is definitely my favorite Holiday. Each year I spend countless hours scouring websites and searching for horrific inspiration. Here are some of my prettier shots:

OK, so you get the idea, I like to play dress up. I like to dress up my pets, I like to decorate my office, I like to make my car look pretty and I even enjoy home renovations.  Sooo....why do I REFUSE to put a sticker on my laptop? Apparently I like to keep my technology clean.

Saturday Afternoon...

So it's yet another typically sunny day here in Southern California and still (possibly due to being from the East Coast) I feel the need, the necessity even, to go outside and "enjoy it". As if these days only come along once an eternity and I better make the most of it. As if had I played FarCry on my couch all day I would have somehow "wasted it". Even though I'd feel accomplished in my beating of the game, not have spent a dime on chai lattes and not contributed to the smog problem here in LA. Anyway...that's for another entry. 

So I pack up the dog and head to the park. I figure Tigan should get to enjoy the outdoors as well. I'm rockin out, enjoying the views, cruising up Laurel Canyon, when I look to my right and there is- no other than -David Arquette. Now I don't know about you but I am a big fan of David Arquette and one day hope to be as fashionable as he. So he sees me, we make eye contact, when all of a sudden I realize I am totally singing really loud to "Since you've been gone" by Kelly Clarkson. What the hell am I doing?!?! I hate Kelly Clarkson? Why am I singing Kelly Clarkson?!?! Now David Arquette thinks I like Kelly Clarkson!! He'll never think I'm cool now and he'll never give me style pointers! Fuck.

It was at this point that I realized something. Sometimes the line between music I know and music I like becomes blurred. You just get used tgo something and all of a sudden it's second nature to you.

Unfortunately, I have this problem with some of the people in my life too.

peace.

Rock.

So we made it through G Phoria. It actually turned out to be a really great time even though I was working through most of it. Tune in to the post show to see me hard at work- basically playing games. One of the games I reviewed is the new Guitar Hero. The controller is actually a guitar that you kinda strum and it has a whammy bar. Anyway, I was playing the guitar and totally rocking out, having the best time, when I suddenly realized what a tool I looked like. Thrashing my head around and making faces like I just stepped on a tac. You really can't look like a cool rockstar unless you are on a stage- and theres got to be some fans there too. Even a real rockstar thrashing around on a stage all by himself with no audience looks kinda silly. Just think of that kid in high school who was always playing air guitar to Led Zeppelin at the kegger, not cool. It's a shame too since it's such good times to pretend. I remember when I was little my brother and I used to put on lip synching shows and he would play the tennis racket guitar and I would play the footstool drums and we would sing "Party like it's 1999" by Prince. Then Mom would clap and tell us how great we were and then we'd go back to rehearsal for the next set. Then my brother would beat me up a little because he didn't want to sing Debbie Gibson but that's another story. Anyway...the point is...Guitar Hero is fun and sometimes, even now, when I'm alone...I let my inner rockstar thrash around. You should too.

Dogs

This will be brief but I just wanted to share. (thanks for sharing). Anyway- I just got back from the dog park where I met my friend Ilana and her dog Nacho. It was sooooo cute to see how Tigan (my dog) remembered Nacho. They hadn't seen each other in a while and they totally remembered one another and refused to separate. How cute, right? Sometimes I question my dog's memory and/or intelligence but it's good to know she won't just hump anybody. Only those she loves. Just like her momma. Kidding :)

I know, I'm terrible

It's been ages since I last updated this, I apologize. Hopefully I still have a few people out there who had some faith and still check in here every now and then. Aw, and you've been met with that same ESPN post and disappointment each time. How sad. My bad...

Let's see...what's been going on? Well, who hasn't played God Of War yet? You need to get out from under that rock and PLAY THIS GAME. I haven't been this excited about a game in like, ever. It's good times. Two thumbs up from Laura, oh hell, two toes up too. Speaking of toes- does anybody really LIKE feet? Who are these people with foot fetishes? Gross. I can SORTA understand that a foot massage might feel nice after a long days work- but ew, who wants to GIVE one? Feet are stinky and icky (except mine, mine are adorable)- I most certainly don't want to touch anybody elses feet. Anyway- didn't mean to get sidetracked but seriously : feet- bad, God Of War- good.

So, I went to Sea Worls last weekend. My Mom and brother were in town and they really wanted to go. At first I was like "Really? Sea World? There's no rides or anything -are you sure you don't mean Magic Mountain?" BUT- I have a newfound adoration of Sea World! It is absolutely incredible to watch these 9000 pound creatures propell themselves up and out of the water, spinning and flipping. When I was little I always wanted to be a dolphin trainer and I still do. How cool would it be to ride on the backs of whales all day (side note- WhaleRider the movie is a must see- for entirely different reasons though). Video Games are cool and all, but dolphin training- that's where it's at. So while I was there I was reminded of yet another traumatic experience from my youth. I will share this with you now:

SoI'm 9-ish and i'm down visiting the grandfolk in Florida. We're at the beach (it was probably December, gotta love Florida weather) and anyway I'm swimming around, splashing in the ocean, happy as a clam. All of a sudden I SWEAR TO GOD a monster from the deep swims up next to me and in my head tries to eat me. So, of course, I run hysterically up onto the shore screaming like a bat out of hell that my 9 year old life flashed before my eyes and how I narrowly escaped the jaws of death- and the jaws of the Sea Monster. Expecting hugs of sympathy and praise for my heroism- I was sadly met with disbelief! "Uh huh Laura, a monster, in the ocean, riiiiiiigggghhht." Then of course came the obligatory older brother teasing. "Whats the matter Laura? Did the big fishy try to eat you? Wittle Waura is afraid if the fishys." Nobody believed me, and I hated them for it. So off to sulk and build voo-doo sand sculptures of them I went- cuz you know for DAMN sure I wasn't getting back in that ocean. Anyway- cut to an hour or so later when the lifeguard blew his whistle because apparently a swarm of manatees were migrating or passing by or whatever and they were CLEARLY visible and CLEARLY not imaginary. So, I was right- there WAS a sea monster. That shut the big bro right up. Granted it was a manatee and they are the most gentle of animals like, ever- but still I felt justified. I reminded mom and bro of this while at Sea World and of how they should ALWAYS trust me because I'm ALWAYS right ;)

Ok...dog needs a bath...I'll write again soon, TRUST ME :)

Disturbed

So I'm at work and I went to go into the ladies room and once inside I noticed one of the toilets had the seat left up. Um....what the?

Sometimes I scare myself.

So I was driving down Olympic Blvd this morning, just boppin' along all happy and bouncy- when I see a huge billboard for some show called Blind Justice. I guess it's about some guy who is blind and solves crimes or whatever. Anyway, I noticed the blind guy was wearing sunglasses. I wondered if as an actor that was weird for him, always having his face half covered by his Ray Bans. Then I started thinking about why they don't just let him keep his eyes shut and not wear the sunglasses? But THEN I remembered that Jamie Foxx had to have prosthetics placed over his eyes when filming Ray to keep his eyes shut and to prevent being able to see the eyeball flitter back and forth under the lid. And so THEN I started thinking how hard could it really be to keep your eyes shut and still? Sounds easy enough, right? So THEN I decided to give it a try and see if I could do it. And at that point I remembered I WAS DRIVING A MOVING VEHICLE, and playing the "pretend I'm blind" game probably wasn't the best idea. Seriously, sometimes I'm surprised I make it through the day.

Nightmares in Babysitting...

I know I've been slacking with the posts. I apologize...but to make up for it I am going to tell you all a little story. Grab a snack, get comfy...i'll wait.

When I was little I always followed my older brother around cuz he was so cool and he knew how to do fun stuff. So one day while my Mom was out and the babysitter was watching us, big bro and I were just hanging out with the neighborhood kids, doin' nothing. We didn't really wanna play dodgeball, and nobody had candy money so instead my brother decided that we should blow up frogs. Naturally.

Now, I wasn't really ok with this idea but I didn't want my brother to put me in the figure four leg lock so I went along. (fyi the figure four leg lock REALLY hurts but not as much as the full nelson)

So there we all are on the side of the house, poor babysitter inside, and we've got a margarine cup filled with gasoline, baby frogs and a string. Brother lights the string...At this point my animal loving nature kicks in and I cant let this happen. I grab the frogs and run to the back of the house to the hose and start washing them off. They, of course, are dead - they've been sitting in gasoline. So, sad and mourning the loss, I return to the side of my house expecting a gang of angry young boys to kill me for ruining their afternoon frog exploding. But INSTEAD, I found the side of my house completely ablaze! A huge fire eating up my shingles- oh shit.

So we get the babysitter who of course is FREAKING OUT (can you imagine? poor girl) and she grabs my Mothers NY Jets blanket and runs outside to try and put the fire out with the blanket. Now, some of you may know this, my Mother is a HUGE Jets fan, to the point of maniacal. Anyway, of course the blanket doesnt work and the Fire Department has to come and save my house. Too late to save the frogs though, shame.

Now, my Mother comes home to two hysterical children, a terrified babysitter, a team of firemen and a house half burnt up. You might think she'd be pissed. And actually she was....she was pissed that the damn babysitter burned her NY Jets Blanket! That girl never worked in babysitting again.

So the moral of the story is don't blow up frogs, wrestling moves hurt and only you can prevent a forest fire- Just dont prevent it with a Jets blanket.

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