tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558950085257192892012-02-16T02:37:28.001-08:00a place where you can enjoy lists that are completely useless other than the potential they hold for mild entertainmentlaurennoreply@blogger.comBlogger331100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-51813571437484073782009-08-29T14:49:00.000-07:002009-08-29T14:53:28.009-07:00<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">-someone falling down the stairs<br />-more than 4 people texting/talking on the phone<br />-skimpy dressed people<br />-spills that have yet to be cleaned up<br />-strong smell of urine<br />-a screaming child<br />-zero smiles<br />-a bell on the door as you enter and exit<br />-one of those "No shoes, no service" signs<br />-seeing some that reminds you of someone you despise<br />-hearing an unliked song on the radio<br />-when someone says hi (or waves), but is talking(waving) to the person behind you<br />-not being able to find a bathroom<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-5181357143748407378?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lorenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09535577313620177672noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-51775873470706165482009-08-29T14:46:00.000-07:002009-08-29T14:49:44.863-07:00<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">-lick themselves in odd places<br />-drink from the toilet bowl<br />-roll in crap (and not be judged)<br />-stick their noses in people's crotches<br />-eat off the floor<br />-slobber on people<br />-stare for lengthy periods of time and not be considered creepy/violating<br />-fall asleep in a matter of seconds<br />-chew on a variety of items ex. socks, shoes<br />-be walked on a leash<br />-greet someone by jumping on them<br />-pee/poo in public<br />-bite/growl<br />-chase their tails<br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-5177587347070616548?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lorenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09535577313620177672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-68010563235690192522009-08-29T14:40:00.000-07:002009-08-29T14:46:29.584-07:00<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">-possible childrens names<br />-your love for Japanese rock music<br />-you're confused about your sexuality<br />-live in your parents basement<br />-fear of commitment<br />-what level you are on in Dungeons and Dragons<br />-you have 23 cats<br />-criminal record<br />-kept your umbilical cord<br />-2nd date of the night (1st with this person)<br />-collect hair<br />-favorite things about your last boy/girlfriend<br />-love for anime<br />-therapist says you're a bad kisser<br />-personal record for days without a shower<br />-president of Harry Potter fan club<br />-you've seen Twilight more than 100 times<br />-your list of allergies/medical conditions<br />-how many friends you have on myspace/facebook<br />-"You remind me of my mom"<br />-constipated<br />-in a cult<br />-you believe in love at first sight<br />-that you're bored<br />-stole the clothes you're wearing<br />-waiter/waitress is hot<br />-speak vulcan<br />-have a wedgie<br />-just farted<br />-crashed everyone of your cars<br />-the bill<br /><br />this list is a lot longer when it is typed out...ahaha<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-6801056323569019252?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lorenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09535577313620177672noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-36528794710041145092009-08-21T16:22:00.001-07:002009-08-21T16:26:25.992-07:00-talk in a baby voice to anyone but a baby<br />-wear pjs with feet<br />-suck on pacifiers<br />-carry a teddy or blanky (call them teddys or blankies to any one but a little kid)<br />-eat their boogers<br />-wear t-shirts with barney on it<br />-run around in their diapers<br />-watch sesame street regularly <br />-pretend like their gummy bears are being attacked by monsters and bite their heads off<br />-make airplane sounds as they direct their spoon to their mouth<br />-take bubble baths with the neighborhood kids<br />-eat playdough<br />-make mud pies<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-3652879471004114509?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>laurennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-28897377486691673552009-06-17T12:47:00.000-07:002009-06-17T12:55:51.639-07:00-graveyard<br />-monastery<br />-classified ads from the 70's<br />-Castro district<br />-GLBT parade<br />-prison<br />-insane asylum<br />-AA meeting<br />-hospice<br />-Backstreet Boys concert<br />-FBI most wanted list<br />-Star Trek convention<br />-wedding ring shop<br />-video game chat room<br />-married man's accountability group<br />-family reunion<br /><br /><br />I know some of these are offensive and not at all pc, sorry about that. (and you should know that there were others that i didnt post because they were even more uncomfortable)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-2889737748669167355?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>laurennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-5827228607192760732009-06-15T12:18:00.000-07:002009-06-17T12:47:09.376-07:00-pee on the side of the road in the middle of traffic<br />-wear man capris<br />-purchase an armful of groceries and be expected to carry them out with no bag<br />-pay to use a public restroom<br />-never wear deodorant and not have it be a big deal<br />-rock a mullet and be in style<br />-bring your dog anywhere with you<br />-be poor and still drive a BMW<br />-get a fully body tan at a beach<br />-pay four euro for a luke warm water<br />-recycle everything<br />-for no logical reason stand unnecessarily close to someone in line<br />-legally have an open container of alcohol in your cup holder<br />-blow by a cop and 100mph on the freeway<br />-be able to drink a beer but not drive a car<br />-stare at someone for minutes on end and not be considered rude-<br />-rock clothes you've been wearing since the 80's and never have gone out of fashion<br /><br /><br />so i realize it's been quite sometime since i last updated this, it's not that i stopped making lists, it's more that i just stopped sharing them, sometimes they are inappropriate, sometimes not very pc, and other times not very funny so it's hard to decide if i should post them but i'd like to be better about getting them on here. (lizzie want to join me?)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-582722860719276073?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>laurennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-13964866184254367642008-06-10T02:52:00.000-07:002008-06-10T03:02:01.326-07:00-Family reunion<br />-Working Farm<br />-Any NASCAR event<br />-Monastery<br />-Near an Aviary<br />-By the Railroad Tracks<br />-Home<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-1396486618425436764?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15406356153283493649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-69276923620890665332008-05-02T05:28:00.000-07:002008-05-02T05:29:48.097-07:00-kool aid<br />-cotton candy<br />-gatoraid<br />-jello<br />-slurpees<br />-rice<br />-otter pops<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-6927692362089066533?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>laurennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-34881829423924033572008-03-20T14:04:00.000-07:002008-03-20T14:05:18.475-07:00-now which leg was it again?<br />-i think i’m a little hung over from the weekend<br />-i’m still a first year<br />-you get to be my first patient<br />-don’t worry i’ve spent a few days learning how to do this surgery, i got a C on the test<br />-just don’t die on me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-3488182942392403357?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>laurennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-48491292943219833962008-03-14T04:14:00.001-07:002008-03-14T04:31:41.064-07:00-I still can't work out where he got his looks from!<br />-Are there any famous or wealthy relatives I haven't met yet?<br />-So really, did you actually plan to have this many kids? Ever hear of birth control?<br />-My boyfriend never told me how cute his cousin is... are you single?<br />-Sometimes when I get nervous I uncontrollably sweat.<br />-Yeah, I plan on breaking up with him next week but shhhh, don't tell!<br />-Nice to meet you, Uncle Ted! Oh, sorry, I thought you were a man.<br />-Alright, who is getting wasted with me!?!?<br />-My boyfriend is such a mama's boy and I have <span style="font-style: italic;">no idea</span> why.<br />-You've been married 25 years??? To the same person??? BORING.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-4849129294321983396?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15406356153283493649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-38750300947156516732008-03-06T13:36:00.000-08:002008-03-06T13:37:40.017-08:00-when people are showing you baby pictures where the same kid makes the same face but with a slightly squinted eye in five of them<br />-when being told for the 100th time about a sports glory moment<br />-when people talk about characters on a tv show you don’t watch<br />-when being told about how the jerk from your friends work took the last cup of coffee and didn’t make more<br />-when being told how much better you have it now days<br />-when your history teacher gets really excited about some obscure dead guy<br />-when parents are telling you about their baby’s cute new outfits<br />-when someone is explaining how to fill out a form that already has directions on it<br />-when the flight attendant gives the safety briefing<br />-when you’re being told names of people you know you’ll probably never meet<br />-when listening to the announcements of a church you are only visiting on your vacation<br />-during high school motivational assemblies<br />-during star pack days in church<br />-when kids explain to you how their color crayon was stolen<br />-during the videos at drivers ed<br /><br />(and i will be out of town again next thursday)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-3875030094715651673?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>laurennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-46678808072995876062008-02-28T06:57:00.000-08:002008-02-28T07:03:35.918-08:00-It's two days shorter than the other months... wait, not this year<br />-You can start wearing all of your fun spring... no? It's still freezing?<br />-The days are longer and sunnier so you can spend more time outside? wrong again?<br />-Winter Olympics! ugh... not this year<br />-At least we've worked off the holiday weight.... oh, not yet? me neither.<br />-It's the shortest month but it feels like the longest?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-4667880807299587606?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15406356153283493649noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-51967774804095214922008-02-21T05:08:00.000-08:002008-02-21T13:03:26.564-08:00i will be gone next week, but maybe if you wink at her liz will post something for y'all. keep it real.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-5196777480409521492?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>laurennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-76120549623606004532008-02-21T05:07:00.001-08:002008-02-21T05:07:58.254-08:00-same difference<br />-i could care less<br />-break a leg<br />-heads up<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-7612054962360600453?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>laurennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-23731506040691185942008-02-14T00:02:00.000-08:002008-02-14T00:03:02.648-08:00-pee<br />-instruction manuals for diy furniture<br />-windshields<br />-the dinner table when mom asks<br />-your conscience<br />-your permanent record<br />-the answers on the third graders homework that you are trying to help them with<br />-street names<br />-the air in southern california<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-2373150604069118594?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>laurennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-81965647602046477102008-02-07T03:59:00.000-08:002008-02-07T14:16:42.887-08:00-the weather<br />-their present surroundings<br />-mutual friends<br />-sports<br />-celebrities<br />-recent trips they’ve been on<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-8196564760204647710?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>laurennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-82395465165710108312008-01-31T00:38:00.000-08:002008-01-31T00:39:19.338-08:00-chicken soup books<br />-land before time movies<br />-beanie babies<br />-now cds<br />-new reality tv shows<br />-dollar menu items<br />-for dummies books<br />-tamagatchis<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-8239546516571010831?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>laurennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-59185322507159752662008-01-29T04:08:00.000-08:002008-01-29T04:12:34.814-08:00-puppies<br />-crack pipe<br />-the front brakes on your bike when you're speeding down a mountain<br />-elderly grandma (the non-elderly grandma's are cool)<br />-your dad's jaguar<br />-my fist with your face<br />-a bank<br />-the goalpost/crossbar in a penalty kick<br />-your girlfriend's parent's window with a rock late at night<br />-deer<br />-the 'click here to win $1000' pop-up window<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-5918532250715975266?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15406356153283493649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-69953143082912963302008-01-24T01:24:00.000-08:002008-01-24T01:26:46.903-08:00-they fart in public<br />-they wear diapers<br />-they tell great stories that are often exaggerated or untrue<br />-they can be demanding<br />-they need help getting around<br />-they get to smell bad<br />-they get discounts at theme parks<br />-they have special menus<br />-they are discouraged from riding roller coasters<br />-they wear velcro shoes<br />-they need help getting dressed<br />-they get hurt a lot<br />-they are often missing teeth<br />-they have no sense of style<br />-going to visit them is occasionally an enjoyable way to spend an afternoon<br />-they have poor hand eye coordination<br />-they don’t care what people think<br />-they need vitamin supplements<br />-they get nap times<br />-they have babysitters to take care of them<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-6995314308291296330?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>laurennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-82367356317097752212008-01-17T09:14:00.000-08:002008-01-17T09:15:20.302-08:00-small bladder girl<br />-the man that would probably fit better in two seats<br />-the kid whose meal doesn’t want to stay down<br />-the foreigner with terrible bo<br />-the creepy old man that checks you out every time you get out of your seat and tries to look down your shirt when he's getting back into his<br />-the snorer<br />-the morman missionary who is convinced that he can convert you<br />-the old couple that’s hard of hearing discussing their medical problems<br />-the nursing mother<br />-the lady that snaps her fingers and orders around the flight attendants<br />-the arrogant well traveled traveler<br />-the uncontrollable crier<br />-the woman that doesn’t get the hint that you would like to sleep so she continues to tell you stories about her cat<br />-an army recruiter<br />-the guy that brought the smelly food<br />-the tone deaf teenager who likes to sing along to his music<br />-the guy that while watching the movie hits you to get your attention and tells you “this next part is great, they totally make out” ruining the movie for you<br />-the guy in the aisle seat that sleeps the whole time after you’ve just drank that 32 ounce soda prior to boarding<br />-the guy that taps his tray table loudly somewhat in time with the music he is listening to<br />-the guy with the really gross cold<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-8236735631709775221?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>laurennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-52426841808132952582008-01-03T10:58:00.001-08:002008-01-03T11:00:11.504-08:00hey y'all, sorry but i'm going to be taking a two week break, i'm in the states for a couple (that means two) weeks and i just havent gotten a chance to type the other lists into my computer. but see you in two weeks!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-5242684180813295258?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>laurennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-21593472404285029652007-12-27T13:46:00.000-08:002007-12-30T07:46:39.610-08:00-meatloaf<br />-left over hamburgers<br />-mc donald’s chicken nuggets<br />-boca burgers<br />-jack in the box tacos<br />-hotdogs<br />-cold french fries<br />-school cafeteria food<br />-fish from a box<br />-microwaved meat<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-2159347240428502965?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>laurennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-43624573679102488612007-12-24T01:33:00.000-08:002007-12-24T01:36:10.984-08:00-when it’s pointing to your essay with a note that says, “see me after class”<br />-when it’s the gas meter in your car<br />-when it’s describing your performance in athletics<br />-when you ask God to write in the clouds where you will go when you die<br />-when you’re standing near a gutter and you just asked your friend what happened to your keys<br />-when asking someone what part of california they are from<br />-when you just turned on to a one way street<br />-when asking your teacher what’s going to happen to your grade after that last test<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-4362457367910248861?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>laurennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-84471214352968721672007-12-20T07:03:00.000-08:002007-12-20T07:04:50.851-08:00-when it’s on the door of an airplane that says “down for stairs”<br />-when you’re on crutches and it's telling you that your doctor is on the second floor with no elevator<br />-when your professor is showing you where on the bell curve you stand and you really needed an a<br />-when you thought having a seat in the 100’s section meant front row seats at the concert<br />-when you’ve already walked up 12 flights of stairs because the elevator broke and you don’t want to be reminded of the fact that you still have 5 more to get to the 17th.<br />-when it’s in the yearbook under your picture with the caption “worst yearbook photo ever”<br />-when it’s the turn signals in your car<br />-when it’s comparing your blood pressure to the range of what’s normal<br />-when someone is describing what’s about to happen to the food everyone just ate in the next scene of the movie<br />-when it’s on your shirt with the words “i’m with stupid” written under it<br />-when it’s on your compose and you’re trying to go south<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-8447121435296872167?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>laurennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-77056849693864793192007-12-13T16:12:00.000-08:002007-12-13T16:14:07.164-08:00-arm twirling was considered a legitimate pe exercise<br />-kids always opt for the double packaged snack packs over the single packaged twinkies<br />-super size keeps getting bigger<br />-its cheaper to dollar-menu-it than to cook at home<br />-even if they are not in a hurry most people will go through the drive through instead of actually walking to the door<br />-people will spend forever driving around to get a close spot instead of just walking the extra twenty feet<br />-people have found ways to justify video gaming as exercise because your fingers move<br />-soda is the drink of choice for most and contains insane amounts of sugar<br />-most people will wait several minutes to take the elevator up one floor so as to avoid using the stairs<br />-you fail math if you don’t do well regardless of the amount of effort you put into it, you can get an a in pe just for effort even if you suck at everything<br />-people drive to the gym when it’s only a five minute walk<br />-you could only eat slabs of meat and sticks of butter but as long as you avoid bread it is considered a legitimate diet<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-7705684969386479319?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>laurennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-89354882359713226472007-12-06T05:56:00.000-08:002009-08-28T06:28:32.852-07:00-here’s the class silly-bus<br />-my sediments exactly<br />-that’s not gneiss<br />-ladies watch out for that cross cutting dyke<br />-if you got sold this as real gold you got gypsum<br />-i never met-a-morphic rock i didn’t like<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-8935488235971322647?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>laurennoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-77096008592863130552007-11-29T06:11:00.000-08:002007-11-29T06:12:48.754-08:00-a monster truck show<br />-a kindergarten class<br />-a cow pasture<br />-a funeral<br />-in the pool<br />-a night time game of capture the flag<br />-the highway in antarctica<br />-during a food fight<br />-a pasta feed<br />-hunting<br />-a wedding that isn’t yours<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-7709600859286313055?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>laurennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-78023566209649376962007-11-26T09:00:00.000-08:002007-11-26T09:01:18.839-08:00-have you been crying?<br />-you look tired.<br />-these things take time.<br />-it’s probably not going to kill you.<br />-was it windy outside?<br />-did you stay up late last night?<br />-does it hurt?<br />-it’s just a phase.<br />-are you going to a costume party?<br />-were you in a hurry this morning?<br />-is it contagious?<br />-so how long is it going to look like that?<br />-did you sleep ok last night?<br />-will it ever go back to normal?<br />-are you pregnant?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-7802356620964937696?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>laurennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-29601749933725056982007-11-25T00:03:00.000-08:002007-11-25T00:04:16.005-08:00-go clubbing<br />-shop at abercrombie<br />-say the word totally<br />-blast gwen stefani<br />-point out cute boys in the mall<br />-make out with dad in public<br />-have more key chains than keys<br />-wear clothes that show off their stomachs<br />-have lower back tattoos<br />-have posters of vin diesel<br />-pop out of a cake<br />-compare boob sizes with their daughters<br />-have lava lamps or black lights in their room<br />-flirt with their daughters guy friends<br />-wear seat buckle belts and trucker hats<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-2960174993372505698?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>laurennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-507548755381185132007-11-24T01:18:00.000-08:002007-11-24T01:20:36.998-08:00-he’d say “stay on top of your girl” instead of “defend the goal well”<br />-he would constantly tell you to keep your boobs over the ball<br />-he would hug you and tell you that you are going to be so beautiful when you are older<br />-he would stay in the locker room as you were changing<br />-he would intently look you in the eye as he yelled to the team “lets score” in his most happy-go-lucky voice<br />-he’d tell the team “i want to see you girls get dirty” with out explaining that the reason why he said that was because it was going to be a rainy day and he didn’t want you to be afraid of the mud<br />-he’d say “i want to see you girls in the mud” with out the same explanation as above<br />-he’d wince when some one suggested that you should practice slide-tacking balls<br />-he’d get a strange look of jealousy on his face when you would rejoice by yelling “we scored on the boys” after you scored the first goal in your practice scrimmage against the 8th grade boys team<br />-he’d take your team to lots of away tournaments and encourage your parents not to waste the money it would take to come along because he could chaperone for the night<br />-he was coaching 8th grade girls soccer even though he didn’t have an 8th grade daughter<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-50754875538118513?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>laurennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-79171363654528353092007-11-23T01:33:00.000-08:002007-11-26T09:08:29.631-08:00-playing with barbies and toy guns<br />-the inability to answer a question with something more than yes, no or a bright red face<br />-a lack of knowledge about the usage of curling irons and straighteners<br />-a fear of dancing at dances<br />-pants that flood<br />-a fear of the opposite gender<br />-the non-usage of contact lenses<br />-winning the science fair<br />-a love of star wars<br />-unkempt eyebrows<br />-not wearing bras<br />-the desire to have your parents chaperone a dance<br />-braces with food stuck in them constantly<br />-not getting invited to sleepovers<br />-a pokemon obsession<br />-unshaven legs<br />-enrollment in advanced math<br />-having same gendered themed birthday parties where your parents friends show up<br />-computer programming knowledge<br />-a lack of deodorant<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-7917136365452835309?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>laurennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-87844027782277988942007-11-22T01:56:00.000-08:002007-11-22T01:57:43.103-08:00-cuddle<br />-share the same umbrella<br />-talk in the bathroom<br />-go to the bathroom in pairs<br />-hold hands<br />-call each other at 2am<br />-help pick food out of each other’s teeth<br />-chose to watch chick flicks<br />-wear matching outfits<br />-brush each others hair<br />-walk with arms linked<br />-comment on how cute other people of the same gender are<br />-spoon<br />-have pink painted fingernails<br />-love boy bands<br />-do each other’s makeup<br />-wear feather boas<br />-give extended hugs<br />-read fashion magazines<br />-make each other cds with love songs on them<br />-get things out of each others pockets<br />-get their belly buttons pierced<br />-call each other names like love and babe<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-8784402778227798894?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>laurennoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755895008525719289.post-47603968485494362007-11-21T05:15:00.000-08:002007-11-21T06:23:10.394-08:00-under your eye when you already know the other guy won<br />-on your toes because you decided to wear flip flops in the snow<br />-on the ten-page form you are about to turn in that you just realized says black ink only<br />-on the bread of the sandwich you just took your first bite of<br />-on your white laundry because you didn't properly sort out your blue socks<br />-on your lips when you’re trying to deny that you ate the last piece of frosted cake<br />-on your eyelids after you agreed to let that old woman in the mall kiosk do your makeup<br />-on the plaque you didn’t know you had between your teeth but thanks to the Kool-Aid everyone else did<br />-on your boyfriend’s lips when you know he’d been checking out that gothic girl at the copymat<br />-flashing in your rearview mirror<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755895008525719289-4760396848549436?l=thatwasnthelpful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>laurennoreply@blogger.com0