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Name: Laura
Country: United States
State: Pennsylvania
Metro: Schuylkill County
Birthday: 12/21/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: God and all he's done for me in my life. Even the things He's done that seemed bad through my eyes. Music Arrangements, Singing, Playing the Piano, Sketching, Soccer, EATING, Letting Lethargy get the best of me.
Expertise: Being the best at everything I do. ..not really, but it's always fun to pretend!
Laura Costa--Ruining lives since 12/21/87
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
Message: message me
AIM:  sloacucrear
MSN: costagirl_06
Member Since:
1/24/2005
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| It was a looking a bit empty here.
How about I fill it up with other places you can find Laura Costa
Try Facebook!
How about Myspace? www.myspace.com/she_who_is_called_laura_c
Perhaps you too are a deviant artist? theoriginalsinister.deviantart.com
Have a LiveJournal? thanacatharsis.livejournal.com
Instant messages anyone? sLoAcUcReAr
Or maybe you prefer good old fashioned e-mail costal@dickinson.edu
So yeah....if you don't find me on Xanga, those are better options.
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To him who in the love of nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty; and she glides
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy that steals away
Their sharpness ere he is aware. When thoughts
Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images
Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,
Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;--
Go forth, under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings, while from all around--
Earth and her waters, and the depths of air--
Comes a still voice. Yet a few days, and thee
The all-beholding sun shall see no more
In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears,
Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist
Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go
To mix forever with the elements,
To be a brother to the insensible rock
And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mold.
Yet not to thine eternal resting-place
Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world -- with kings,
The powerful of the earth -- the wise, the good,
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills
Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, -- the vales
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The venerable woods -- rivers that move
In majesty, and the complaining brooks
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,
Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,--
Are but the solemn decorations all
Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun,
The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
Are shining on the sad abodes of death
Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom. -- Take the wings
Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness,
Or lose thyself in the continuous woods
Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,
Save his own dashings -- yet the dead are there:
And millions in those solitudes, since first
The flight of years began, have laid them down
In their last sleep -- the dead reign there alone.
So shalt thou rest -- and what if thou withdraw
In silence from the living, and no friend
Take note of thy departure? All that breathe
Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh
When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care
Plod on, and each one as before will chase
His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave
Their mirth and their employments, and shall come
And make their bed with thee. As the long train
Of ages glides away, the sons of men--
The youth in life's fresh spring, and he who goes
In the full strength of years, matron and maid,
The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man--
Shall one by one be gathered to thy side,
By those, who in their turn, shall follow them.
So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
William Cullen Bryant |
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| ...actually FaceBook devoured my soul, hah! | | |
| Myspace has devoured my soul.
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| Well it's technically day 3 of my SoCal vacation and things are still just as interesting.
In a recap of yesterday's events....
I woke up around 6:30 pacific time, to go to work with Jessica. She has a VERY boring job, however, while I was there I got the answer I wanted and needed. Also we spent all day trying to solve the mystery of my MIA luggage. So we left Jess's work at like 1:30 and began our trek back to Oceanside.
On the way back we stopped at a popular chain fast-food place called Jack-In-the-Box and the food was excellent. We then picked up Ryley (That is Jess's son...) and went to get Jess's car serviced. We sat there waiting for what seemed like hours. Got the car, which after being serviced smelled strangely of sweat and urine... plus they did a TERRIBLE job cleaning the vehicle. Moral of the story...Friday afternoons in SoCal can be VERY boring....
We got back to the apartment and I finally got my luggage. Apparently the airline was dumber than I thought and assumed I was some girl named "Erica Costa" So I am not officially changing my name to Erica??
After we got back from the FUN AWESOME time we had, we went to dinner at some Mexican place and met up with Jess and Jon's friends Amber, Xavier, and Erica. Also Amber and Xavier's daughter Mikhayla, Xavier's sister Denise and of course also me, Jess, Jon and Ryley. The food was decent. We had rounds of Martin's and all was well with the world. After that we went back to Amber and Xavier's place where, Xavier, Amber, and Denise played against me, Jon and Jess. Needless to say, we destroyed them. Then we went home.
This morning I woke up around 12:30 Pacific to hearing Jessica tell me about the horrible news she heard concerning her grandpa. As if me being in California with them wasn't bad luck enough!! So anyway, I didn't want Ryley to be around while Jess was crying so I took him outside to play baseball (Yippee!) Well then we went up to the beach to meet up with Jonathan. The beach (Huntingdon Beach) was packed with people---mostly Asians. After that we came home, got showers, and left to go to San Diego. While there, we ate at some cool Brazilian reastaurant. Then we skipped on down to Mexico.
In a nutshell Tijuana was like this... Dirty Mexicans hitting on me. Male strippers which were ENTIRELY unexpected. "I don't mean any disrespect, but I want to have sex with her." Peeing behind gates, between cars. Pretty much peeing every 20 yards. Hitting the median on the drive home. Throwing up. And sleeping. 1 in ever 4 adults in Tijuana have AIDS. 3 of those 4 were American.
I woke up this morning around 10:30. Jon, Jess, and I then went to the beach. After getting pounded by the ridiculously high waves I think I will be tasting salt for a week and still picking sand out of my hair...Just my luck..
Now I'm getting ready to go to L.A and Hollywood. I just can't help but wonder what else will go wrong...
Thanks for tuning in:
Erica Costa
...damn I mean LAURA Costa | | |
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