Laurick

I must distract myself!

One of my first entries into the Notepad App on my iPhone was made one thousand and thirty-two days ago on February 25th, 2008 at 11:30 PM.

The note included one word, Laurick. UPDATE: LAURICK IS LORICK, fashion designer.

I obviously was trying to remember this name, this thing, to investigate at a later date. My whole life seems to revolve around investigating things at a later date. Always tomorrow and never now.

Anyway, enough self-pity, who or what is Laurick?

Typing 'Laurick' into Google didn't help. Only last names of lawyers, students and a model.

Typing 'Laurick' into Wikipedia didn't make it any clearer either. Wikipedia simply suggested that I was possibly trying to find someone named Laurich. Either Hildegard Laurich, a "German classical contralto singer", or Tom Laurich, an Australian rower.

I can't see myself wanting to research a rower further and unless I was listening to some music that I wanted to remember, I'm sure it's not Hildegard either.

Laurick Zerbini?

The Laurick Name of History from Ancestry.com?

I thought I would find out while writing this blog and I haven't. I resolved to ask Twitter. Maybe someone there will know. I have a feeling it might have something to do with a fashion label on Gossip Girl, but I've obviously got the name wrong because "Laurick+Fashion" doesn't turn up anything either. Does anyone know what I'm thinking of?

Questions:

Ohhh I'm about to read the book thief too. Did you like it?:) Aww are you back in Oz for good? I am so glad you are blogging lots again. I love reading them :)

By Sally on Kill Flies with Books; Returning to Queensland on 12/21/10

I really enjoyed The Book Thief. I found the ending very painful and found myself wishing very hard for an ending that did, thankfully, come true. I cried so much for the last fifty pages or so. I was half way through the book when I started reading yesterday evening. I went to sleep at 10. Started reading just before 8 and was puffy, red-lipped and red-eyed, my green eyes glowing out of my face just after 10 AM that morning.

They say a good book leaves you broken-hearted at the end... and this book certainly did.

I'm hopefully not in Australia "for good" as I'd never want to be anywhere for good, but I don't really feel willing to leave for a while.

Are you coming back to the US?

By Captain Kundalini on HayleyGHoover on 12/20/10

I do hope to return to the US, but only for projects and not to live, at least not for a while. I hope this can work out. I hope I can work in the US again.

Regret Over The Gothic

I am an idiot sometimes. I really wanted to see the Gothic Symphony at QPAC, but the tickets were sold out. So I was relieved when I saw that rehearsal tickets were available. I would have been very happy to sit in a theatre for three hours or so watching the orchestra rehearse this once-in-a-lifetime piece. So I purchased tickets for December 22nd.

Well, December 22nd rolled around at what did I do? Did I go to the QPAC at 10am with all the other eager classical music enthusiasts or did I take a Skype meeting and then travel up to the Hyperdome to meet some friends I've known since Primary School?

I did the latter. I am glad that I did because I had a great time with them, laughing at old memories and swapping new stories, but I really wish I had at least gone to the symphony and then down to meet my friends. They didn't clash with the once-in-a-lifetime piece, the meeting did. I'm glad I took the meeting, but I should have remembered and pushed it back to TODAY not Wednesday.

Ah, regret. Regret and guilt. You are such familiar feelings. The ticket money gone to waste. The music left unheard. I still keep messing up. Will it ever stop?

All I do is let myself down. I make myself sad. Why do I keep punishing myself when it only leads to more punishment.

On Sunday it rained and we curled up, cold, inside for most of the day.

On Monday it was sunny and hot and I ventured to beaches with Dad. It was beautiful. I had fish and chips and couldn't keep my eyes open by the afternoon.

Tuesday was long-distance calls, delays, and pangs of loneliness in the night. I light my little nightlight every night. To forget to do so would be to let go of every thing way to soon.

Wednesday. Wednesday should have been music and friends.

Thursday should have been a meeting and then shopping.

The two things that matter in life and then the two things that ultimately don't.

Regret. Guilt. My old friends.