Sep 11, 2009

Touching Tongues

So when I was younger, like quite young, my sister Joyelle and I spent our whole summer "tongue touching". We were on a road trip to BC, to our grandfathers cabin at Swan's Pointe and we spent the whole car ride touching tongues because we thought it felt funny. Oh the silly things kids do who dont know better! Anyway, because we were innocent and children and didnt know that what we were doing was kind of weird, one day we touched tongues in front of my mom. My mother looked down at us giggling, having a great time and with disgust said, "Lara, you know better than that, thats disgusting, stop it."

Now, I certainly did NOT know better, I had no idea what she was talking about? Why did I suddenly feel dirty, why did I suddenly feel like I was a deviant? It was an alarming and uncomfortable feeling not knowing why you are disgusting, I felt ashamed, embarassed, but mostly what I felt was curious, why was touching tongues with your sister gross?


A few years earlier I had a similar experience. I was riding my bike with my sisters. We were on the way to the candy store (my favorite childhood activity), when suddenly I could sense my sisters energy shift from our lighthearted summer bike ride energy, to fear and panic. We rode our bikes home as quickly as our little legs could peddle. When we got home my sisters couldn't wait to tell my mom that they saw a man walking on the street and from what I could pick up, they saw something alarming in his pants. I had no idea what they were talking about, or what could possibly be in a man's pants that would frighten my sisters so much! So I asked my mother, I said, "Mom whats going on? What was in his pants?", and my mother looked at me and said, "Lara use your head, what do you think was in his pants." All of a sudden a light bulb went on, A GUN!!!

ok, so it was a dull bulb...


I figured out years later that it was a penis.

Sep 4, 2009

Love Water

DO you ever look at yourself and think, "Gosh Im pretty!"? Ive been having a lot of those days lately, and though it might seem weird, I think I know why, well besides the obvious; that Im very pretty. (:

So I heard about a study this Japanese guys did, where he looked at the molecules of water and noticed how the molecules changed based on whether he blessed it or "cursed" it. For more information please go here http://www.life-enthusiast.com/twilight/research_emoto.htm

Anyway, I have this water bottle that I drink out of at work, and a few weeks ago, I taped a peice of paper with the words "self love" onto the bottom of the water bottle. If this Japanese guy is correct, I am changing the molecular state of my water. I am changing it into self-loving water, and if my body is made up of 60% water, that means I am literally drinking in "self love" and at least 60% of my body is going to be made up of self love. Thats cool. And on top of that I think it works! Ever since I have been drinking out of my love water, I have been loving my body, my face, my hair, my actions, my personality...more and more every day.

I mean, before I started this water experiement, I always had, what my sister calls "reverse low self eestem". I think I'm way hotter than I am in real life. But like everyone else, I had good days and bad days. I had days when I felt on top of the world, like the hottest girl in the room and days when I felt like a schleppy, dishelved 12 year old. Since drinking this water in, I have ended my "bad days", how could I not love myself when I am drinking in pure love all day long?!?

It's Amazing! You should try it! But you dont have to put love in your water, you could put courage, or willpower..oh thats a good one, I think I will change my paper to say willpower..itll probably change my life.

So simple, the way living should be.

Love Intangible

It is amazing how the English language has words that represent intangible concepts; concepts such as love. Think about it, I say “love” and it leaves my mouth, enters your brain, and you connect it to a feeling, and intangible emotion, perhaps a positive experience that you had, perhaps a feeling of loneliness. In return, you let me know that you understand what I am saying, and I assume that you do. But how do I know that you understand “love” in the same way as I do? How am I sure that the letters I have grouped together to form a word that has no tangible state, has been understood in your brain, the way I intended? There is no way to find out if you understand the word “love”, if your meaning of the word is congruent to the description in my head. If I were talking about a zebra, I could point to a zebra and say “that is a zebra.” I would be certain that you knew what I zebra was, because I pointed one out to you and you understood what I was saying. But I can’t show you “love”. I can’t bring it to you and say, “When I speak of love, I am referring to this”. But somehow I assume that you know what I am talking about because society created a word, for a feeling you can’t explain. Cool.