The Morning Birds

 The problem is that I never seem to be able to write anything at a decent hour. I do my best and only writing late, late, late, in the night. The part of night that some people call morning. See when I write I want to be convinced of it. Convinced that I actually have something worth saying and therefor something worth reading. It didn?t use to be a problem. Last summer I was fulfilled in every extent of writing. I would rant for days about my latest thoughts and carried on extensive email letters to people I knew, didn?t know and thought worth knowing. I wrote a few short stories and even had a couple things published in the local mag here in SLC. These days I?ve been to busy; to pre-occupied. Living life to a different extent. I?ve been wrapped up in the woes of owning of a store. Remodeling a house, chasing around worthless boys, baby-sitting dogs, searching for missing cats. A million excuses. I have at least a hundred good ones for you. But as you are probably already sick of them I?ll try and let my perfectionists standards float away and give you some details of what you may be looking for here.
This one time, I tried to start my own blog. The first thing I wrote about was about how I never finish a damn thing. And I stayed true to my word. I haven?t updated for three months. And the thing is only three and half months old. TRUE STORY! Yup!
Check it out though for older information.
www.laurahadar.blogspot.com

Like these amazing facts ?.

I Tore my ACL this past winter.

I opened a store with my friend Corey Bollo

I bought a house.

See okay now I'm done right? And you all are are formal
intrigued. The life of a girl who is doing her thing. Writing, writing, writing on the wall. Its almost 6 in the morning. If you look at my old blogs here on artec, pretty much the first and only one, which is about exactly a year old now, was created at the same time of day. OH how going out for drinks, meeting up with a old/new friend, riding bikes out to the high school field and drinking coffee and smoking cigaret's can bring out the real heart in you.
Amazing topics that were discussed.

Parents.
They are human beings, who had human beings. They are imperfect. They probably fucked up. They probably made you weird. But in the end, its not their fault. Its you fault if your still blaming them and thinking that's why your weird, and why you have relationship issues.

School.
Didn't you think that was the whole world when you were young? Then you got older. You gave all the kids the finger and did your own thing. But somehow you still sort of want them to see how amazing you are now. Ha ha. Look at me now!

Friends.
if their real, they will come around. Don?t waste your energy on people who never recognize it. All it is is a waste. Remember its 2008, time to stop throwing shit out your car window on the freeway already.

Traveling.
Makes you love coming home. Home is great to leave, but really, really amazing to come home to. And if you don't feel that way, you shouldn't bother coming home anymore.

LIFE
IT IS WHAT YOU CREATE. IF YOU THINK IT, BELIEVE IT, CAN SEE IT, than that's what you'll get. GOOD or BAD. YOUR decision.

Now I know this is going to be a hard blog to follow up, but I'll promise right now to try and stay up late more and drink coffee till 5 in the morning. I kind of like this anyway.

Thanks for caring. OR not. Either way its really awesome! Don't you love these things! !! ! ! ! ( the exclamation points!) so lame! yet amazing!!!! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Oh and also I realized you might actually be reading this because of something to do with snowboarding. Well, Sorry. I think I've just wasted your time.