To: I wish you knew who you were

[in the immortal words of fefe dobson]

sometimes I give into sadness sometimes I don't
sometimes I'm part of the madness sometime I won't
give into you
you see in a way I have been drifting down a river to nowhere
and you're giving me nothing

but if you're ready to be my everything
if you're ready to see me through this time
and if you're ready for love then
this I will bring
but I'm not gonna wait for you forever this time

at times I feel myself smiling at times I'm not
what's with that guilt that you're styling
baby talk don't look good on you
you see in a way I have been looking for a reason to go there
and you're leading me nowhere

but if you're ready to be my everything
if you're ready to see me through this time
and if you're ready for love then
this I will bring
but I'm not gonna wait for you forever this time

are you waiting for a special occasion to give me your heart?
cause I need a little conformation to make a real start
don't wait till it's too late are you ready to show me
are you ready to love me?

you see in a way I have been drifting down a river to nowhere
and you're giving me nothing

but if you're ready to be my everything
if you're ready to see me through this time
and if you're ready for love then
this I will bring
but I'm not gonna wait for you forever this time

it has come to my attention

no i'm not covering up my overly pretensious previous post. but some people ask me why I work with middle schoolers. My answer to them, now, "THEY NEED ME" I return to my computer after church to find the following:

(Lindy's away message)
wolf twentythree: whats the deal!!!
wolf twentythree: stop talking to me
wolf twentythree: 1!!
wolf twentythree: away message!!!
wolf twentythree: ahhhhh!!!
wolf twentythree: you are scary
wolf twentythree: oh
wolf twentythree: wait
wolf twentythree: nothing to be afraid of
wolf twentythree: coast is clear
wolf twentythree: "You can come out now, magic toaster"
wolf twentythree: *toaster crwls out
wolf twentythree: *toaster is scared
wolf twentythree: "come on Timmy, lets go! We have the younge master to save" the blanket says
wolf twentythree: "your right!"
wolf twentythree: toaster says
wolf twentythree: *They charged forward, their mission freshly in their minds

I work with them... because I understand the reference... LONG LIVE THE BRAVE LITTLE TOASTER!!!

"To Will. H. Low" (Robert Louis Stevenson)

preeeetensious!

Youth now flees on feathered foot.
Faint and fainter sounds the flute,
Rarer songs of gods; and still
Somewhere on the sunny hill,
Or along the winding stream,
Through the willows, flits a dream;
Flits, but shows a smiling face,
Flees, but with so quaint a grace,
None can choose to stay at home,
All must follow, all must roam.

This is unborn beauty: she
Now in air floats high and free,
Takes the sun and breaks the blue;--
Late with stooping pinion flew
Raking hedgerow trees, and wet
Her wings in silver streams, and set
Shining foot on temple roof:
Now again she flies aloof,
Coasting mountain clouds and kiss't
By the evening's amethyst.

In wet wood and miry lane,
Still we pant and pound in vain:
Still with leaden foot we chase
Waning pinion, fainting face;
Still with grey hair we stumble on,
Till, behold, the vision gone!
Where hath fleeting beauty led?
To the doorway of the dead.
Life is over, life was gay:
We have come the primrose way.

"learn two languages... ARE YOU MAD?!?"

alright, kids, time for an update. because i am in New York and i know you're all clamoring to hear all about what's going on.

I have heard the phrase "How the hell are you doing?" at least ten times a day since I've been here. I am now convinced that I am in the most antagonistic and generally hostile city known to man. Or at least to me. Or... there was that one time I was in Paris and I was having a really bad day and I tried to speak French, but it just wasn't working, and this guy laughed at me! he was like, "unh huh huh (the french laugh thing)... eet ees a gooood sing I speek-a eenglish? non?" grrrr mean man! ok ok, i'm over it... i. have. moved. past. the. mean. frenchman. *breathe* moving on...

It's cold. It's like 50 degrees today and I am kissing the non-icy ground I walk on. When I arrived at jfk- it was 10 degrees!!! holy crap!!! Ot stayed about 12 degreed all day, and I simply didn't talk. no, seriously. the thought running through my head was, "i actually did not know it could get this cold" my mom would ask me questions or point something out and I would give her this blank stare. That might also, however, have been because I couldn't sleep on the plane. This means I went straight from 7:25 am on Sunday morning to 8 pm Monday night, when I finally got into my hotel room and fell on my bed. I didn't think I could do that, either! Well, I'm an amazing kid, what can I say.

Last thing: we went to ellis island. And our ranger guide guy was creeeeeepy. no. seriously. He never smiled, he spoke in this monotone voice that was like dry humor taken to an unhealthy extreme. monologue snippet: "you know... forty percent of americans trace their roots back to.... this... island. Yes, yes, and I am one of those americans... Proud of it. Is there anyone else... in this room... can trace their heritage back here... back to this very island, back to this. very. room. Anybody... yes, you. yes... yes... and you... Welcome cousins... welcome." ahhhhh!!!! never again will I sit in the front row! his name was douglas, I should've known.

Alright, well now is the the time for me to riiiise and bring myself forth- to- the bagel shop! Where I can get the bagel and lox and the creamy and the lox and the creamy creamy lox lox. yay new york!

i can't get no

Three, please, she said to the girl at the dressing room. A "3" tag was brought down and so began the evening.

First were the grey pants. She already had a pair, in "camel". Actually, she didn't know what the color was. It was dark beige. But most stores will name it "camel", or "caramel", or something having to do with coffee. The pants she had bought worked well, so another color might do the trick, too.

It's so hard to find pants, she thought, buttoning the waist, but I know these work...
Splendid! voiced the mirror, I am impressed!
Thank you, she replied. But I already sort of knew they would work. One pair in the "buy" pile.

She pulled the blue pants off their hanger and had a moment of doubt.

These pants are... shiny. Sort of.
Not quite, interjected the mirror, There are shinier out there, if you prefer them.
No. No. I don't like shiny at all. These are like Dickie's chic-ified. On they go.

And she let out a sigh.

*SIGH*

The pants were too big. She would simply have to go down a size. She stepped out of the dressing room.

Excuse me, can I please get these a size... smaller?
Certainly.

She floated back into the room and waited. It seemed like a long time, but she waited in anticipation. Could it be? Had she dropped a size simply by trying on two pairs or pants? The fickle hand of fate was holding hers. And she was on top of the world.

Here they are.
Thank you so much!

Trembling, she unbuttoned her pants. Her regular size... She unzipped and, as loose, baggy, and generally huge as they were, they fell off. She stepped out of them lightly and seized the new pants. One leg in and she felt tremors of doubt. Was she in between sizes? Oh, that was the worst! Because whichever size you get, they don't really fit! And by the time you lose enough weight to get the smaller size, the pants you got are out of style! She groaned and pressed on. The other leg. Another foot, another calf, she pulled the pants up to her hips. She buttoned. She zipped. And she sighed again.

Nice ass!
Thanks..., she breathed, elated, you know, you don't see it that often. Most pants I wear brush upon the subject but do not discuss it thoroughly.
A pity.

She danced, she twirled, she leaped high into the air with her new pants. Her new wonderful pants, whose sizes ran too high such that the smaller size was perfectly snug! She was content with the world. She hung up her old blue pants. The ones that were simply too big! and hung them over the door. Reject pile, fat pants! She smiled at her growing buy pile. They were even on sale!

On the wave of good fortune, she reached for the corduroy ones. She vaguely remembered trying these on another time. But she didn't even have to button them. She knew they wouldn't do. Wouldn't do at all.

Pants aren't supposed to hug the calves! the mirror gasped.
If I want your opinion, she scowled, I'll give it to you.

Some things that are going on:

because... you should know.

#1: Over break, I'm babysitting these wonderful adorable twins. They're technically four months old, but they were born prematurely. Developmentally, they're about two months old. Anyhow, actually I just help their mom all day. Twins is a hassle. Plus, they can't play with toys. Nothing amuses them yet, they have to be held/bounced/fed/changed all the time! But they are adorable, and today they had the hiccups, which are like mini-convulsions for them. awwww. but ca-ching also. Not in the sense of I feel bad for how much they're paying me, but that it's like three or four hours every day for most days, so consistency. Anyhow, what does that matter except that I can actually buy christmas presents this year. At least, for my family.

#2: Greg asked out this girl. I don't know what to do. Because he did ask for my approval (but not permission- strike 1!)... but my mom says he's too young to "do the couples thing" but I won't start on that. I promise. Really. Stopping now... new thing!

#3: I want to go to Monterey. For the day. Because it's fun and chill. Aquarium, Cannery Row, beachness. Yes, when I get back from New York I'm taking a day trip to Monterey. I was looking online at all the cool things I can do. I was on the Monterey Bay Aquarium website, watching to otter cam (my namesake, after all!). Then... I decided to switch to the Shark Cam. Now, for those of you new to Lindy, I am deathly afraid of sharks. A previous post you may notice is "#1: sharks" because the underwater TERRORS are my number one fear. Number two is gynecologists, the subject (somewhat) of that post. Anyhow, back to Lindy and her feeble mind. Because tonight, I did not make good decisions. I clicked on the shark cam, and almost peed my pants. They are right above you! They swim up to the camera! THEY ALMOST ATTACKED ME!! Yet I lived to tell the tale. So I will go to the Aquarium, but I will not get near the sharks. Cake or Sharks? Well, I'll have the Cake thank you very much. (That was a reference to Eddie Izzard... yeah...)

#4: He's making a list, checking it twice.... Santa is compulsive.

#5: New York. Ah yes, I should mention this. I am going to New York for Christmas!! Yay!! And there was much rejoicing. I'll try to stay warm... TRY. I'm not sure all that we'll be doing there. We're not going to visit family, just have fun. And be cold. You know, that sort of thing.

#6: I'm tired. My room is messy. I have lots of books to read. I'm not sure about studying in Dublin next year. Maybe I'll have to bite the bullet and do it junior year. which means... no song girls.... *sniffle* They'll get over it. I've researched lots about Dublin and studying at Trinity. Found a program, all that stuff. Logistics- heck yes!!

#7: The Napoleon Dynamite DVD comes out on Tuesday. I am buying like ten copies!! Heck Yes!! I am counting down the days.

If a certain IQ constitutes an "idiot"...

...does a certain height constitute a dwarf? There must be a cut-off there!

Mom: "I'm heating up a heating pad for Thomas- he has growing pains."
Lindy: "John always had growing pains."
Mom: "Yes, he did."
Lindy: "I know! And I never did! I felt so left out... Why didn't I have growing pains?!"

Oh yes, she remembered, tilting her head up to look her mom in the eye, now I remember.

Addams, Partridge, Brady

Today I set up chairs in our family room for a piano recital tonight (it's actually going on right now- I escaped!) We were expecting about 70 people.

Dad: "I never knew we had this many chairs! We should start a funeral home!"
John: "We should start a fire."

Yes, the holidays sure do have a way of bringing everyone home.

my two front teeth

Last night my mom came in my room.

"Lindy, are you asleep yet?"
"Yes."
"Oh, because I want to show you this, but you'll be really disgusted."
"Okay."
"But I mean, you'll think it's gross."
"Show me."

She proceded to show me what she got my dad for Christmas. I can't quite describe it to you directly... put the following images in your head: (1) Michaelangelo's David, (2) your standard light switch.

Let those images swirl around in your head for a while. You'll get it eventually.

#1: sharks

hey guys. so here am i, just in from picking up my little brother. i'm in my room.

dad: "Lindy! when's the last time you got a pap smear?"

so i walk out of my room, thinking, yeah, well i guess that's a good way to get my attention... and i see some random man in my family room at the table with me dad

lindy: "yeah?"
dad: "when did you get your last pap smear?"
lindy: "um, i'm afraid of gynecologists."
random guy (insurance guy): "ha, afraid of gynecologists..." (turns back to paperwork)
lindy: "no sex, no pap smear"

and they went back to their work.

i wash my clothes when they start to smell, sheesh!

so i'm home!!! yay!!! I drove home on saturday. it was foggy. we had in n out. that's about it.

except, i forgot to bring actual shoes home. all i have are reefs. i'll have to wait until my trunk comes home on thursday. dang. my toes are cold. this post is going nowhere.

somewhere: i hung out with my huddle group today!! hooray!! they're as adolescent as ever. but i'm home, which means i can wear whatever i want! today, i wore my nasty green sweater, the one only I love. my huddle group was like, "do you wear that to school?" mwahahahaha! so i wore that, with my pants which i intend to wear for a few days. and tonight i put on my dad's vest and thought, "hmm... i'm too lazy to change" so i went to church with my marathon pants and my dad's grey eddie bauer i'm-trying-to-look-outdoorsy vest. awesome. guys, it doesn't get any better than this. unless, of course, i had an endless supply of eggnog. then we'd be talking!

oh i forgot to mention- i went to to see mallory as lady bracknell in "the importance of being earnest" at m-a! she was INCREDIBLE with a capital N! she was also the only one who delivered her lines in any acceptable manner. i feel like so much is oscar wilde's witty one liners (ex: the "agricultural depression" line- i was definitely the only one who laughed at that...), but a character can't be witty one-liners!! unless, of course, he's orlando bloom in pirates of the caribbean... but i digress... so a lot of the actors (1) didn't ennunciate!! (2) didn't understand the wittiness of their own lines, (3) just didn't have the timing to stress what they should have stressed, (4) i liked it, but there was a lot of improvement to be had. fortunately, the one i came to see, mallory, did everything perfectly and i loved her! i remember a lot more people laughing when i was algernon (yeah all-girls schools drama productions!). so i would like to attribute that to me comic timing, but i think it was mostly on account of the audience members, who knew when the jokes were coming, and called wilde by his first name. me and oscar, we're like this (cross middle over index). yeah, we're tiiii-eeght.

jesus loves the little children of the world...

... which is good. because that makes ONE.

Actually, I think I'm going to be a camp counselor at Mount Hermon this summer, so yes I love them, too. Sometimes... they're just... ineffable. Let me illustrate:

Here I was, looking at over-priced sweatshirts in the bookstore. I was fortunate enough to witness the dialogue between a middle-aged dad and his nine or ten year old son.

Dad: "Who's number 23?"
Son: "some RETARD"

I really don't know what to say. I mean, what a witty way to end a conversation...? Who does this kid think he is? I don't know, it was somehow horrible and enchanting all at the same time.

In other news, I schooled my religion and Core 102 finals. awwww yeah. greek? well... whatever. unimportant!

a note about the new title

hey guys, you may have noticed I changed my title from "Listen to your friend Billy Zane" to "thick description" let me explain...

and no, this couldn't possibly be a procrastination technique... if you're wondering...

So I am actually studying for finals, for my religion final right now. And I'm comparing/contrasting/I sound like an essay question, these seven theories of religion. And one guy, Clifford Geertz, uses the term "thick description". Prior to this, people two many different approaches to religion (well, they still do). One is anthropological (Evans-Pritchard, Frazer, Geertz himself), others are social (Durkheim, Marx to some extent), psychological (Freud), whatever this is not class this is a blog. So, Geertz goes both anthropological and sociological, because he says that simply describing a religious tradition is insufficient, and seeking the purpose of the action is also incomplete. "Thick Description" means describing what physically happened, and interpreting it.

He uses the example of a wink... let's say I wink at you. I might be making a move on you, but I might have dust or something in my eye. And, if you're brave enough, it's up to you to figure that out. And I think Geertz is just brilliant in this distinction. Because he describes how people buried their dead in certain places, and he argues that you can't compare this to a similar tradition in another culture. You have to interpret it first, find the meaning behind it, then you can compare. So yeah, very interesting, I know... you're like, "get back to the two guys who want you but not really!"

So in the best sense I could explain what's going on in my life and also explain what it means to me. But given constraints of time and my own laziness, that may be wishful thinking. I have to study now.

raindrops on roses

these are a few of my favorite things...

#1: I am going to be a song girl. And so i'm enlisting you, readers of my blog, to help me. Call me when you're going to the gym. give me the eeeeevil eye when i'm eating something unhealthy. Please eat the candy my grandma sent me!! This time I'm going all the way. I even registered for a ballet class next semester... but if i have to wear a leotard and tights... well maybe i'm just a wuss- but i'm out of there!

#2: I'm going to study abroad next year, in Dublin. USC doesn't have a program there, which means my scholarship might not cover it. But I'm going to find a program and fight til the bitter end! The Ireland program they have is in Galway, and doesn't have any programs within the University that interest me. Trinity College, Dublin... that would be a dream come true. And all year, one semester isn't going to cut it. I'll work in a cafe as the bestest waitress ever. Why does this appeal to me? who knows... but that's what i'll so. Study, live in a chic apartment, have a gorgeous Irish boyfriend (like in boondocks saints!! i heart those brothers), and work, and have the best time ever. What a great plan. *sigh*

#3: I love Kelly Clarkson. nuff said.

#4: Two boys are fighting over me! Well... sort of. in fact, not really, but just go with it. It's Matias and Alejandro. Alej and I are taking the same econ class next semester...
A: So now, you'll come to lunch with ME, and MATIAS will have to tag along.
M: oh, come on!
A: We're fighting over you.
L: well, not like that...
A: well... we're fighting over your friendship
L: ok. well, you know, I can be friend with both of you. seriously.
Then, I was walking with Mati and Alejandro butted in between us. Competition! And although it's not like that, it's still fun to be fought over, even in the most benign of senses. I'm immature, and it makes me happy that I'm making friends that will fight over me. Although Mati does rugby, so he's always bruised and taped and stuff. In a fight... i don't know.... I'd put my money on Alejandro. let me know what you think. Matias might be more scrappy, though. his rugby nickname is actually Scrappy-Doo... puppy power! gosh i hate that cartoon character. but my nickname for frisbee is Otter... they're hardcore! tearin' apart the sea urchins. my thoughts are so danged random.

#5: KACIE CALHOUN!!!! !!!!!!! more exclamation marks!!!!! So my mom's like, "Kacie Calhoun's at USC" and i'm like, "no! she's not! i can't find her anywhere!" well.... she's a spring admit! and i saw her today when i was going down to get breakfast (yogurt, not a muffin, i'm a song girl now!) I was so excited!!! guys, i haven't seen her since middle school, and she still looks the same (and she's still taller than i am... like all of my friends). She's living in the radisson next semester, and she doesn't drink, and honestly i couldn't be happier! I am so happy I'm finding a friend who doesn't party. a girl friend, i mean. because the whole party atmosphere just turns me off. Of course I still love my friends who party, whether or not they drink. But now we'll be able to hang out, and come from the same place! I don't know if I can express in words how happy I am that she's here. Almost makes a girl not want to study abroad. but no, i will... i am so happy right now! other than finals of course... damn...

#6: whiskers on kittens

"A Walk Outside" (Butterfly Boucher)

ok, so maybe it's unfair to be posting song lyrics all over the place. but it's finals, i'm busy, i've been listening to a lot of music.

Which came first
the love or the love song?
which is more important
in the long run?

Do you really want to talk about it?!
Take it to the back verada
Have a drink and talk around it

In the end it doesn't matter
in the end we all go home
I thought about it for a minute
music's in the kiss we hold

Which came first
the love or the love song?
I'm sorry
I guess I was wrong

Let us find a tune without a sound
find a place that no one's found
pick it up and put it down

In the end it doesn't matter
in the end they all go home
I though about it for a minute
music's in the kiss we hold
Music is a walk outside

Clever lines and clever lyrics
all boil down to what goes in them
If they find life then so do we

Yeah I think we're alive
Music is a walk outside

Think about it for a minute
in the end we all go home
Music's in the things that matter
hear it in the kiss we hold
music is a walk outside

Which came first
the love or the love song?

"Never is a Promise" (Fiona Apple)

You'll never see - the courage I know
Its colors' richness won't appear within your view
I'll never glow - the way that you glow
Your presence dominates the judgements made on you

But as the scenery grows, I see in different lights
The shades and shadows undulate in my perception
My feelings swell and stretch; I see from greater heights
I understand what I am still too proud to mention - to you

You'll say you understand, but you don't understand
You'll say you'd never give up seeing eye to eye
But never is a promise, and you can't afford to lie

You'll never touch - these things that I hold
The skin of my emotions lies beneath my own
You'll never feel the heat of this soul
My fever burns me deeper than I've ever shown - to you

You'll say, Don't fear your dreams, it's easier than it seems
You'll say you'd never let me fall from hopes so high
But never is a promise and you can't afford to lie

You'll never live the life that I live
I'll never live the life that wakes me in the night
You'll never hear the message I give
You'll say it looks as though I might give up this fight

But as the scenery grows, I see in different lights
The shades and shadows undulate in my perception
My feelings swell and stretch, I see from greater heights
I realize what I am now too smart to mention - to you

You'll say you understand, you'll never understand
I'll say I'll never wake up knowing how or why
I don't know what to believe in, you don't know who I am
You'll say I need appeasing when I start to cry
But never is a promise and I'll never need a lie

joetepe15: joe is soulful, joyful, incrediful

thesimplewinkle: night night snow pea (healthy!)
joetepe15: haha
joetepe15: gnight celery!
thesimplewinkle: DID YOU KNOW: it takes more calories to eat celery than celery itself contains?
thesimplewinkle: that's WAY healthy (what a compliment! i'm flattered!)
joetepe15: hahaha
thesimplewinkle: night (for reals this time) sleep tight spinach
joetepe15: u too
joetepe15 signed off at 12:00:55 AM.

hamster

First off, at 2:06 am my roommate, who had been quietly working on her art project for two hours while I pounded out my LAST ESSAY OF THE SEMESTER, said the following (I was listening to Gavin DeGraw, a.k.a. my future husband):

"Circle... does not rhyme with verbal. You know what rhymes with verbal? Gerbil. Gerbil rhymes with verbal... not circle!"

Then she went back to her work.

Now, she may write the clothes she wears on her calendar (although she has some things right, she's not the one whose guy friends tell her she wears the same clothes all the time... damn you dillon...), but Kathleen is one cool and often funny roommate. Or maybe it was just funny because it was 2:06 am. And my paper was actually making sense!


But why I'm really posting:

As many of you may know, I despise being called names like, "babe" by guys. Even as a joke. I tell them, "I have a name. It's Lindy. Thank you." Last month or so it flared up (the Brent incident), and I finally got over myself. I let Joe call me whatever he wants to (although it's also because I trust him, and know he means absolutely nothing by it). Even tonight when Matias said, "sorry babe" I managed to hold myself back. On second thought... I don't trust Matias that much, as much as I trust Joe... he's a cool friend, and he's a cool person. I'll keep you posted, even though in all honesty nothing will happen.

So anyhow, when I finally got over myself, I began to enjoy the pet names Joe and I exchanged. It's fun to think of new and exciting ones. But I realized tonight a common theme: food. Muffin, pumpkin, sweet pea, honey, honeydew. I also noticed my Freshman Fifteen. To make a long story short, we have begun to call each other healthy food names. for example:

So, spinach, how was your day?
Pretty good, lettuce....
(we talk blah blah blah)
Alright, I have to sleep.
Good night, banana (full of potassium!)
Talk to you later, snow pea

Wow. snow pea is so totally the best healthy food pet name ever! i want to be somebody's little snow pea!! It's like in 'Amelie' when the landlady/french equivalent says she was her husband's "little weasel" and Amelie's like, "I'm nobody's little weasel!" Well, I'm nobody's little snow pea... yet! Just make my day and start calling me snow pea (if you're a girl. That one's pretty unusual and coming from a guy it would be wierd)

Yep, well, that's all the news in south central. hello four hours of sleep!

urgent business

I did the theasaurus command on word today for "annoyed".I am happy to announce a new synonym...

"cheesed off"

You know, sometimes microsoft words just cheeses me off! But sometimes it can surprise me.

watershed

I sat through a one hour clinic for a class i'm not taking... just for the free pizza.

am i a college student yet? please?

thanksgiving

so... i'm home. again. and yes it feels wierd. but some is good. i can eat whenever i want (although i haven't had an appetite lately) and... i can SLEEP NAKED!! probably my favorite part of coming home. so great. plus i can wear one pair of pants for five days. and nobody calls me on it. i heart home.

anyhow, yesterday was thanksgiving. we (my family + family friends) used to have a golf tournament on thanksgiving. one year my mom asked me to organize it. since then, we have done bowling. mwahahahaha. i think since i've been at college i've gotten better at bowling! it doesn't make sense, if anything i should get better at not sleeping, or stealing fudgesicles.

but kids- listen up! I bowled three strikes! and not only three strikes, my friends, but THREE STRIKES IN A ROW! hot dang! you know what that's called? it's called A TURKEY! how fitting. i bowled a turkey on thanksgiving. at our middle school youth group we used to do bowling with cornish game hens on the youth group before thanksgiving... my life somehow begins to make sense. Sometimes i get a little glimpse of how my life all does fit together. bowling... turkey... cornish game hens... this is the stuff of life!

We also had some serious bowling trash talking. you know it. i was queen of the lanes, bitches!! respek. then i won a 'fruit medley' for my high score. well, i was chocolate covered fruit. and i tied w/ noodles (his name is actually newly... whatever...) for my medley. he kept it, which means we'll have to hang out sometime so i can enjoy the spoils of war- er- bowling. probably for the notre dame game. then someone can finally explain football to me!!! no longer will i be ignorant!!!

Anyhow, afterwards my family served at a church for a thanksgiving lunch for homeless people. i'm pretty chill around homeless people, except when they smell. NO GOOD. seriously. but most of them were ok. i actually saw two of them tonight at seven eleven. once again- it's all coming together. like 100 years of solitude. time = cyclical! then after the homeless shelter it was back to home for dinner. yay. then we (me and the kids that came over... i was definitely the oldest one there) watched "The Road to El Dorado"- definitely underrated!! it's so funny!! well, the romantic interest is a whore par excellence (as my religion teacher would say), but it's a keeper. warning: i liked scooby doo... so please don't listen to me.

Today I went to go see National Treasure- wonderful! so exciting. except the girl who HAS too hook with nicholas cage. i mean she's pretty and everything, but there wasn't an ending kiss. like the climax kiss (hooray we can all go home satisfied). he's helping her though this scary tunnel thing and he's like, *pulls her back* *kiss* and then she's like, *look into eyes* *keep walking down scary tunnel*. I mean, it was basically uncalled for, unexpected, and unappreciated. i was expecting something a little better. or, you know, she can always hook up with Riley, the sidekick/ comic relief character. i liked him a lot. the dialogue was facts about american history or freemasons, or comic relief one-liner. so pretty worthless. but all the same, I LOVED IT! yay movies. yay dad paying for movies!

then.

i hung out with joe. for an hour and a half at the creamery. and we only got milkshakes. but the people were nice and kept refilling my water. plus joe took a picture of me and it looked really hot. that made me feel good. we talked about lots of stuff, some i won't tell you about, the rest was me whining about my life and joe telling me what i already knew but needed to hear from somebody else. joe and god are definitely in cahoots. seriously. i wish i could be that cool. and that not-on-the-prowl.

joe's the hottest person/guy at Oregon i decided. well, we decided. collectively. they (some girls) are making a calendar of guys at the Oregon honors college. And I am proud to annouce.... I have convinced Joe to do it! he wasn't so sure before. but i did a little convincing, and i am proud to say that I know Mr. May. we did some poses at the creamery. the people looked at us... rather, OOGLED at us! awesomeness all around. then we paid our bill, went outside, had a marathon hug, and i went on my way.

the castilleja people were hanging out at barrone's. but they'd left by the time claudia and i got there. probably because THEY SUCK (yeah, maddy, that means you). so i went home. and now i'm home. and i'll have dinner soon. yeah, being home is fun. i don't want to go back. i want food and laundry whenever i desire!! plus i need more clothes. two pairs of pants doesn't quite cut it at college... sadly...

How to make a Lindy Lois

3 parts anger
1 part craziness
3 parts beauty

Add to a cocktail chaker and mix vigorously. Serve with a slice of lovability and a pinch of salt. Yum!

How to make a YOU

hehehe

maddy had two on her blog... i took the more interesting one. plus, a lot of the other stuff i definitely haven't done. and i think i'll look as good as i can... and i made up some ones that were missing

Bold what is true.

01. I miss somebody right now.
02. I watch more tv than I used to.
03. I love olives.
04. I love sleeping.
05. I own lots of books.
06. I wear glasses or contact lenses.
07. I love to play video games.
08. I've tried marijuana.
09. I've watched porn movies.
10. I have been in a threesome.
11. I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.
12. I believe honesty is usually the best policy.
13. I have acne free skin.
14. I like and respect Al Sharpton.
15. I curse frequently.
16. I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.
17. I have a hobby.
18. I've been told I have a nice butt.
19. I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.
20. I'm really, really smart.
21. I've never broken someone else's bones.
22. I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal.
23. I love rain.
24. I'm paranoid at times.
25. I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar free.
26. I need money right now.
27. I love sushi.
28. I talk really, really fast.
29. I have fresh breath in the morning.
30. I have semi-long hair.
31. I have lost money in Las Vegas.
32. I have at least one brother and/or one sister.
33. I was born in a country outside of the U.S.
34. I shave my legs.
35. I have a twin.
36. I know all the lyrics to at least one Michael Jackson song
37. I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.
38. I like the way that I look.
39. I have lied to a good friend in the past 6 months.
40. I know how to do cornrows.
41. I am usually pesimistic.
42. I have mood swings.
43. I think prostitution should be legalized.
44. I think Britney Spears is pretty.
45. I have cheated on a significant other.
46. I have a hidden talent.
47. I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.
48. I think that I'm popular.
49. I voted for Bush (shhh don't tell)
50. I have kissed someone of the same sex.
51. I enjoy talking on the phone.
52. I practically live on sweatpants or PJ pants.
53. I love to shop.
54. I would rather shop than eat.
55. I would classify myself as ghetto.
56. I'm bourgeois and have worn a sweater tied around my shoulders.
57. I'm obsessed with my LJ!!!!
58. I don't hate anyone.
59. I'm a pretty good dancer.
60. I don't think Mike Tyson raped Desiree Washington.
61. I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother. sometimes... but high-waisted pants are coming back in, mom! don't know about the shoulder pads, though...
62. I have a cell phone.
63. I watch MTV on a daily basis.
64. I wore leggings with matching headbands. extra points for big shirts
65. I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.
67. I have never been in a real relationship before.
68. I've rejected someone before.
69. I currently have a crush on someone.
70. I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
71. I want to have children in the future.
72. I have changed a diaper before.
73. I've had the cops called on me before.
74. I bite my nails.
75. I am a member of the Tom Green fan club.
76. I'm not allergic to anything deadly.
77. I have a lot to learn.
78. I have dated someone at least 10 years older or younger than me.
79. I plan on seeing Ice Cube's newest "Friday" movie.
80. I am very shy around the opposite sex esp. when they are really good looking.
81. I'm online 24/7, even as an away message.
82. I have at least 5 away messages saved.
83. I have tried alcohol before.
84. I have made a move on a friend's significant other in the past.
85. I own the "South Park" movie.
86. I have avoided assignments at work to be on Xanga or Livejournal.
87. When I was a kid I played "the birds and the bees" with a neighbor or chum.
88. I enjoy country music.
89. I love my best friends.
90. I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.
91. I watch soap operas whenever I can.
92. I'm obsessive, anal retentive, and often a perfectionist.
93. I have used my sexuality to advance my career.
94. I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.
95. I know all the words to Slick Rick's "Children's Story".
96. Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.
97. I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.
98. I liked A.C. more than i liked Zack on Saved by the Bell
99. I'm happy as of this moment.
100. I have gone scuba diving.
101. Had a crush on somebody you've never met.
102. I play a musical instrument.
103. I strongly dislike math.
104. I'm procrastinating something right now.
105. I own and use a library card.
106. I fall in 'lust' more than in 'love.'
107. Cheese enchiladas rock my socks.
108. I think The Lord of the Rings is one of the greatest things ever.
109. I'm obsessed with the tv show "Lost"
110. I am resentful that I have to grow up.
111. I'm obsessed with stars.
112. I wear my heart on my sleeve.
113. This didn't take as long as I thought it would

plymouth

this evening was "Thanskgiving with Friends at EVK" (nasty dining hall, for all you non-trojans). And let me tell you, it was wonderful. I practiced my long board skills (actually, I watched Newlyweds but this is not important) on the first floor, then headed over to evk.

From the time Mercedes, with a Pilgrim hat, swiped my uscard to the time I left with stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, pumpkin pie, a banana, and two heaping bowls of cocoa puffs in my stomach, I was in a new place. This was a new experience for me. don't call me racist- but it was wierd to see all of the hispanic people wearing pilgrim hats putting out more mashed potatoes and sweet potatoes (and the infernal/eternal evk pizza). And they spoke with each other in spanish and i served myself some pumkin pie. it was as i took my first bite that "Feliz Navidad" came on overhead.

So yes, it was an odd night and I have a lot of homework ahead of me, but...

I wanna wish you a merry christmas
I wanna wish you a merry christmas
I wanna wish you a merry christmas from the bottom of my heeeaart!

fresh princess

I went to belair presbyterian today.

I have never seen so many popped collars and uggs in one congregation.

They have their own matt green! yes it felt like home.

no... i didn't see britney or nick and jessica... but damned if i didn't look.

I met the other Mark Brewer (he's their senior pastor). When I got home (at 3 pm... a 5 hour church outing- but it had BJ's and Diddy Reese... yum!), I called the "real" Mark Brewer. We didn't talk for long, but it was good times. in these confusing situations (two mark brewers!) it's good to know i have a stable foundation.

After screwing around for a while, colorcoding my research for a paper, etc. etc., I found out one of my friends likes another one of my friends, who is a guy. girl friend likes guy friend. clear? So, she asks me to do a little investigatory work.

with acronyms

"gf?" "no"
"bf??" "no"
"li?" "what?"
"love interest?" "no?"

and conferences

me: [edit] likes [edit]- what do we feel?
[edit]: um, you mean the girl that stalks him?
[edit]: it's more like a hover i would say
me: whatever. move or no move?
[edit]: I mean if he sees she's stalking--
[edit]: hover!
[edit]: --him, and he's not responding. i wouldn't take that as a good sign.
me: so yes on the move...
all: yes!
me: suggestions?
(it continued for a while like this. and yes typing this our discussion doesn't even make sense. but it did then)

final confrontation

her: well... so?
me: we had a little pow-wow, and we decided: yes on the move. but you have to be direct, don't be all under-handy and stuff. that's really annoying. so be direct, but be, you know, casual. like, "hey... i want to get to know you better."
her: so... how's this for a first move...
(pause)
her: i add him as my facebook friend....?


Well, folks? what do you say? I've got to go get a hall pass now, apparently i'm back in middle school.

COFFEE, FOOL! CASUAL FREAKIN' COFFEE!

When Pop Attacks

hey. today someone asked how my day was going. not like that's rare or anything, but you need premise. so i thought about it and i was like

I am throwing frisbee on the quad and it's a cool day in the shade. I have Britney Spears stuck in my head.

Today is a wonderful day.

Which got me thinking- britney truly is the best. seriously. she's making a whole new genre- hardcore pop! the reason pop is so poppy is because it's light/wimpy. fluffy.

no longer my friends. toxic? my prerogative? they are HARDCORE POP. it's still pop, but pop with an edge. pop with a vengeance! britney spears can make a goth video- and it's appropriate! And Britney is their pioneer and founding member. or rather, the people who write her songs are. but i digress...

I even listen to her older stuff, and i'm like, "i loved this?"

So yes. I mean forget about the three papers. or 200 pages of reading (my fault for procrastinating). we are now entering the age of hardcore pop and i'm loving it.

Hear You Me (Jimmy Eat World)

I definitely wish I could post all of Jimmy Eat World's Lyrics here. then... have their baby. the collective one, mind you. not like the frontman's baby or anything. you know what i mean. and you definitely know what I mean if you listen to any Jimmy Eat World.

There's no one in town I know
You gave us someplace to go
I never said thank you for that
Thought I might get one more chance

What would you think of me now?
So lucky
So strong
So proud
I never said thank you for that
Now I'll never have a chance

May angels lead you in
Hear you me my friends
On sleepless roads the sleepless go
May angels lead you in

What would you think of me now?
So lucky
So strong
So proud
I never said thank you for that
Now I'll never have a chance

May angels lead you in
Hear you me my friends
On sleepless roads the sleepless go
May angels lead you in

May angels lead you in
May angels lead you in
May angels lead you in
May angels lead you in

If you were with me tonight
I'd sing to you just one more time
A song for a heart so big
God wouldn't let it live

May angels lead you in
Hear you me my friends
One sleepless roads the sleepless go
May angels lead you in

May angels lead you in
Hear you me my friends
On sleepless roads the sleepless go
May angels lead you in
On sleepless roads the sleepless go
May angels lead you in

For some reason, I think of Mark Brewer when I hear that song. Some of you (the mppc crowd) know who he is... most of you probably don't. Don't know why, but there it is.

sick-o

i am sick. i feel sick. i am skipping guitar. it's raining outside and my room smells but i can't open the window (aforementioned precipitation). ewww. just thought i'd let you all know.

human being

how can i call myself a human being? ducky is so from pretty in pink, i know that... what was i thinking? i'm so sorry. maybe i should post when i actually have something to say and am coherent, not when i just want to procrastinate. at 1:30 in the morning.

i'm sorry. everybody go listen to the zutons. it'll make you feel better. in fact, i'm feeling better already. if you have windows media player you can listen to the whole cd (that's what i'm doing, hahaha)

ducky

so i was on this plane... and they show the sitcoms that you'd never watch otherwise. and i was watching the 'charlie sheen sitcom' because nobody knows its name it just has charlie sheen and we leave it at that.

NO MORE, MY FRIENDS! NO LONGER WILL WE DISREGARD THIS PIECE OF 'FILM'!

because who comes on screen but ducky! duckie. y. ie. however you spell it. sixteen candles ducky/ie! I almost spat out my nasty dry peanuts (well i'd spit that out no matter what the circumstances. no wonder delta is having financial troubles, their peanuts suck)

now i didn't love sixteen candles. mostly because at the end, the climax, molly ringwald's dress is hideous. how does she respect herself in the morning? also because she ends up with preppy guy (andrew? does he deserve a name other than 'preppy guy'?) instead of... yes, instead of ducky.

this, of course, leaves him completely open to me. and i have been functioning under this guise for a while. until i see him on my nasty dry peanut flight. possibly because he stands in the glory of charlie sheen ducky does not shine as before, but he is scrawny and polo-shirted. I was dismayed. ducky, my one true love! when i have a crush on a boy, i ride my bike in front of his house a hundred times...

well. so where does this leave us? nowhere really, here's a cool quotation (noun not verb!) from freyan's blog: "i realized that they meant raining raining where the world looks all fresh and silly people run around w/umbrellas everywhere and i just grin and grin. shakespeare boy didn't show again. stupid boy. i have only a few months left to befriend him/marry him etc."

yes, those apparently are adjacent thoughts. all the more power to her. no more procrastination, i must write my paper! (as i told tina, it's more like severe editing)

fun with christianity

hey. i haven't updated in a while. so why not steal someone else's post? You all need to check this out.

yeah, stuff is good it's kind of cold. My new favorite book is "Seven Theories of Religion" by Daniel L. Pals. Religion 301 is taking a turn for the better.

Also, I found the quarter machine in Leavey Library... i can do laundry again! (always good)

fast times at usc

hey. hanson played this afternoon at tommy trojan. yes, hanson. They have secretly (to some) been making amazing music for the last 7 years behind our backs! and the indigo girls will have a run for their money. and their awesome harmonies. plus i can harbor a little crush on the youngest hanson (obviously, the other two are funny looking) and i don't see myself having a crush on emily or amy any time soon...

everyone, deep down, is a hanson fan. it's true, although they don't admit it. a little marshmallow of joy: lovely paul is a hanson fanatic. kid you not. I asked everyone as they came into class today, "Hanson: yes or no?" and everyone was like, "noooo!" (p.s. they are dummies) except paul. "hanson? yes!" so i broke him the news of their concert. his face lights up, he looks absolutely dumbstruck and can only manage a "today?" well you learn something new everyday! so would i consider our 10 minutes at the show a date? heck yes i would!

yessssssssss.

When You're on Top (The Wallflowers)

I need a bed
That nobody's slept in
I need some air
Nobody's been breathing
I need a thought
That I can believe in
Is this fog
Or is the building really burning

I need you now
Much more than ever
I'm making new friends
But none of them matter

Maybe now
We don't fit together
But you've got your arms around
No one but strangers

I feel fine with the sun in my eyes
The wind in my hair
When I'm falling out of this sky
I'm doing better than I thought I would
But nothing's ever as good
As when you're on top

I want to wake up
And just start running
Into a ditch
Or straight up a mountain
I want to get
Where no one's been gettin'
Make it deeper than hell
Or make it higher than heaven

I need someone whose price hasn't been met
When everybody's disappearing
By the minute
There isn't anyone left
I haven't met yet
Well I remember
When they hadn't gotten to you yet

I feel fine with the sun in my eyes
The wind in my hair
When I'm falling out of this sky
I'm doing better than I thought I would
But nothing's ever as good
As when you're on top

Half way up
And over this rainbow
I heard a shot
Fire up from the ghetto
As I drop
I didn't think you'd follow
Just didn't know
The sky was this shallow

I need a garden
Where nothing's forbidden
I need an apple
That no one's been eatin'
I want to start again
Back at the beginnin'
I had a vision
That this feeling maybe has an ending

I feel fine with the sun in my eyes
The wind in my hair
When I'm falling out of this sky
I'm doing better than I thought I would
But nothing's ever as good
As when you're on top

A Haiku for Yu

tired and hungry.
slept through my study session.
"get a life" backfires.

If this is any indication of the outcome of my "get a boyfriend" initiative (currently dormant), I'm joining a convent.

cute shoes

I want to be a songgirl. I want to have their cute shoes and perfect blonde hair and cute pleated skirts and preppy sweaters that are white but they're tan so they look good in white and i want their pompoms and their hair and their cute shoes and i want to be a songgirl.

And i'll keep writing ridiculous run-on sentences until I get what I want!

My "friend" (psh) Todd asked me who the "gay cone boys" are. Well, they are call leaders. And they totally rock and what does todd know he went to school in hawaii so he's obviously jealous or our superior cheerleaders because we have the best ones and they're call leaders and they have cones to inspire spirit not look gay so shove it todd but we're still friends not that you read this or anything.

Have you had enough yet? Somebody get me a tan and a cute pleated skirt!

I can't wait until college baseball season. It's too hard to get to a game at Dodger's stadium (plus it's no pacbell). And when spring rolls around, kate and i will lug big chairs out to the baseball stadium on campus because we'll live there because baseball boys are soooo cute and I like to watch baseball too some people think baseball is boring but they are dummies because baseball is so much fun to watch it's so exciting if not just for the tight pants and shortstops who are inherently sexy because they just are so there all you people who think baseball is boring.

Can you tell I'm having way too much fun with this run-on sentence thing? Time to work.

home

hey. i'm home. i've been home for 28 hours actually. and now i decide to post.

yes, it does feel wierd. because i can still get in the car and go on autopilot wherever i need to go. yet i feel too big, like i don't fit anymore. i can't quite fit in anymore. i see the roads i drive down as prerequisites to something bigger, and returning is just odd. it's a place that i know so well, yet i can't stay here because i can't let myself. I just wouldn't feel right, having moved on. Yet i can't see my life as linear, it's all to interconnected to be that simple! So moving back, moving
towards the center, moving wherever now after a month of every thing being so new! it's just odd.

is this making any sense? at all? no? good, because i don't understand it myself. I just love not having to shower with flip flops. seriously. and being able to sleep naked (well, w/ underwear i don't go all out). that's an important one.

I went to the stanford-usc game today- incredible! some people have no spirit and complain when we stand up and cheer. he needs to drink some more prune juice and get over it. Afterwards we had su hong takeout with my cousin Steve. brooke wants to be his cousin, too, now. he is that cool. evan (on ultimate frisbee team) and some of his friends came over. they were going to a party. we were going to bed. of course, we didn't let them know this. it's embarassing when they say the night is young and i'm already brushing my teeth.

well i should get over that pretty soon. and homework? out the window. see y'all later.

shin splints...

i have shin splints. my lips are better, though. sicko...

no really i have shin splints, which surprised me because i'm not all that hard core and i feel odd being like, "no i don't want to play because... i have... shin splints" brooke told me i was making it up to sound hardcore, which is probably something i'd do... but no i actually have them. this is wierd.

Lindy: so am i hardcore now that i have shin splints?
Sunshine: no, it means you're out of shape and not used to running that much. ice them and stretch.

wow, she always knows how to brighten my day! so i did some research on the internet and that was cool. I get to ice them and consider alternate training methods and wear a shock-absorbing sole and all that good stuff. except going downstairs is painful. fourth floor is killer. i've actually tripped twice now coming out of doheny. clumsy... no i am i tripped last night at practice and my knees are sort of skinned up. but it was one of those trips where i tried to save myself for like 5 yards and finally fell in this really odd knees-hands position. not that many people were looking.

so not that any of you care about my wimpy 'sports injuries', but you should. then you should bring me cookies. that was actually recommended by one of the websites. namely, this one.

in other news, i'm going home for the weekender! so excited! bye

summer all year long

everyone should vote for me! not because it would be summer all year long, but because i'm the one with the ideas. seriously.

- More tater tots in evk! Forget the french fries, they're fools' gold! Tots straight up!
- Make doheny less scary at night. I fell asleep there last night after gospel choir and woke up to find all the windows closed and the intellectual commons completely empty. I bolted. We should have a librarian reading stories (short ones, not kid ones) and passing out chocolate milk (with or without marshmallows) at all times in the coffee room. consider it.
- We should make an ultimate frisbee shirt that says "USC Ultimate- making McCarthy unsafe since 1984" or whenever we started the club. optional 'quad' after 'mccarthy'. awesome idea, i know!
- Someone should follow me around and tell me to do homework instead of spend too much time on facebook, blogs, aim, and other procrastinatory tools. word. yes, it is a word.
- get starbucks to take uscard. really. and then make it closer to my dorm room.
- frickin' elevator in new! i'm getting shin splints from climbing to the fourth floor!
- Get two people on the make-lindy-work initiative. i mean it.

vote for lindy!

chapped lips

that's all i can think about right now... my chapped lips. i've been ruthlessly applying lip balm all day but they still hurt.

my lips hurt real bad...

oh ha ha ha. but this is no time for laughs and shenanigans! my lips do hurt real bad! and there's no way i'm using the nurse's lip balm- sicko!

Other that than... we had an ultimate frisbee tournament this weekend. it was lots and lots of fun, we learned lots and lots of new stuff, improved lots and lots, threw lots and lots of throws, and got lots and lots of dust all over our bodies. The second day it was windy. and they need to pave the gravel that they call a parking lot. I actually felt embarrassed going into a restaurant afterwards because we were so dirty/ grimy. and it was dark in the bathroom, so i don't know how much i actually washed off and how much i looked like i had a black eye. We went to bj's. it's sort of like gordon biersch. actually, a lot like it. lots and lots like it, you might even say!

I was so exhausted the second day (yesterday). We got home at 6:30. I showered, had dinner, got out my homework, and then went straight to bed. 8:30. straight up, holla back fourth grade. good times. Then I woke up at 6:30 and thought "wow, 8 hours of sleep! heck yes!" obviously '8' hours wasn't enough, because 8:30 to 6:30, for all you non-math majors out there, it actually 10 hours. And apparently even 10 wasn't enough... oh well.

better luck next night. my lips feel better already.

and god said...

let there be pictures

http://tnight.net/folder-view.php?folder_id=12237

you can see half of me in like one of them. Because no one was feeling my boobs (awww) I wasn't really the focus of the night.

chickerific, breastacular

so the game was fun. not so much fun after half time (that's when the drinking started), but fun nonetheless. I don't know if i'll ever wear those sports bras, again... the guys were majorly captivated by their water balloon boobs. Seriously. They always had to hold them when they ran. Some out of fear of losing them, others (ryan...) out of fear or never having this experience again. I didn't go to the party afterwards... shocker. but I will never forget:

"How do you cross your arms with these things?"
"How do you focus on anything else with these things?"

#1: cross them low, then lift and separate! it looks hot
#2: I don't know... honestly. It's a blessing I can take notes.

share time

"Ulysses" by Lord Alfred Tennyson

It profits little that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Matched with and aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Throught scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vexed the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming witha hungry heart
Much have aI seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honored of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far from the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margins fade
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this grey spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whome I leave the sceptre and the isle-
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and through soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centered in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.

There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toiiled, and wrought, and thought with me-
That ever a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads- you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not becoming men that strove with Gods.
The light begins to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find and not to yield.

upsetting

kate has asked me to be a member of a certain christian group so i can meet a certain boy for her.

why do i feel used?

bummer of the...

year? decade maybe?

i just found out that fiona apple finished a cd in march (before march!) but sony can't find a single do they shelved it.

so just because it won't be on the radio i can't get the cd... she only had like 2 songs on the radio anyhow... i'm so bummed. for now i can only hear this. well, i'll survive somehow. i hope the link works this time!! lots of work this weekend...

everybody need to be at the game on wednesday night. 8 pm. intramural field. some serious chick on 'chick' action. awww yeah.

not my words

here's how i'm doing: good

here's my favorite email i've gotten thus far: (hot= hellions of troy)

Hey Everyone -

This is the official invitation to next Wednesday's Chick on "Chick" Ultimate Challenge.

The H.o.T. women's team has officially challenged the Ghettobirds to a game next Wednesday at 8:00pm.

The rules of the game are:
1. EVERYONE has to be in a skirt
2. EVERYONE has to have breasts of some kind . . .
and
3. At the end of the game, if you're missing your breasts it is -1 points for your team per breast.

Each ghettobird will be sponsored by a hot chick who will lend him a skirt, sports bra, some water balloon jugs and if he needs it - a shot or two of . . .*cough* . . . juice.

For this to work I need at least 10 men and 10 women to play. To sign up just e-mail me and I'll give you all the info you need to know. I'll also bring a sign up sheet to practice tonight!

Any questions???

~CRICKET

p.s. there is a strong possibility that the festivities can continue after the game at mi casa if people are down.

I knew there was a reason i came to college.

we're meeting some ultimate people

ha. today I went to malibu with the ultimate frisbee team to play pepperdine. They had 8. We had 37. no biggie. some of my favorite moments:

Man at pepperdine gate: Why are you here?
Sunshine (driving, her real name is caitlin): We're meeting some ultimate people.
Man at gate: umm...
Sunshine: i mean frisbee!

Some guy on our team: Should we just split evenly and share our women?
some other guy: there's a better way to phrase that
yet another guy: We share our women with no one!

ha. brooke and I are good friends, although she can successfully talk to guys and i can't. i also can't play more than a few points without dying. but i'd like to attribute that to the sand, i hate running in sand. well, i hate running in general but especially the sand.

brooke helped me decide today that I should like my guys (guy singular, it's taxing to maintain multiple crushes, seriously) based primarily on their personality. how... counter-intuitive. but given i'd like them to do the same, it's probably some golden-rule/karma stuff going on. i may have to drop lovely paul. i'll eat my mike and ike's alone thank you very much! so for now, i'll just be good with me. yeah.

waterloo revisited

I switched to the nipple/sippy top on my water bottle. The screw top is cooler, but I simply cannot drink without spilling on myself. Seriously. Every morning (ah, well, now we all know why!) in Greek class I'm Lindy the gurgling fountain. My faorite time, though, i just poured it on me, i mean it was like, "Hey, Lindy just got in a fight with a hose!" except, sadly, i hadn't. i'm just stupid. So i tried to somehow prop my head on my hand to cover up the entire side of me that was soaked... It was a sad scene, my greek teacher (looks like jesus/ steve from blue's clues) just looked at me. i was like, "shrug?" (if i could say a shrug...) Anyhow, no more twist top. it's all about the nipple/ sippy one (what other word is there anyhow? there must be a better one)

I'm going to the NEW poker tournament... i don't know how to play but i'm going to win all the m&m's!!! If that were the prize... which they're not... actually it's a dvd player! i dont know, the m&m's are pretty tantalizing.

I like mike and ike's better, though (especially the new strawberry flavor! scrumptious!). I told kate that if lovely paul gave me mike and ike's i'd ask him to marry me. no hesitation.

"Hey, you want some-"
"Marry me."
"Okay."

That's about how it'd go.

the source of the freshman fifteen

Well I went out again! let's all clap and say, "Lindy, you're an inspiration to all of us!"

(Applause)

Lindy, you're an inspiration to all of us.

I went to lacma, saw an amazing painting called "Library View", then we went here. ha. they do go together. plus i got a shirt. not much to say... i've caught a little maddy-itis because ryan, and ra that went with us, is way cute. and i'm writing all about it in my blog. eat your heart out douglass!

Not much to say, i'm going to see 'clerks' tonight at midnight. awww yeah. and this weekend, i'm going to malibu to play ultimate frisbee. it in fact does not get any better than this.

unless lovely paul was somehow involved... I'll work on that one.

waterloo

I am admitting my defeat.

I'm really touched that only one person was sad I was no longer blogging! hmph.

I started commenting like the day after i said that i was stopping... or maybe i held out for a day and started commenting on tuesday. either way, i'm am like a wave blown and tossed by the sea, i have no self-control. or willpower. or any combination of the two. i know i wanted to post earlier, because i actually had some stuff to say.... nothing now.

except that i love lovely paul. and i don't plan to do anything about it.

Ultimate frisbee is wonderful. we have great cheers. except i had the cramps from Dante's inferno today! So i didn't go to practice. 1pm-9pm straight up.

I was crampin' like a Partridge Family road trip.

I'll leave you with that beautiful simile (not a metaphor, mind you) good night one and all (and especially lovely paul)

abstinence

Hey,
This is a notice. i will not be:
-blogging (posting, commenting, even reading)
-IMing

this coming week (thru saturday).

I will not be checking email until after 11 pm.

email and computer stuff is taking up too much of my life- i'm fasting.

but here's a thought to keep you through the week: wouldn't it be so great to be the voice for all the movie previews? You could widen your sphere of influence, include tv shows, too, but it would be so easy! and it's always the same voice, you'd have a basic monopoly. i would like to be that person. leisure is key. bye.

if you comment, i won't see it until sunday.

apparently i'm not a failure!

greetings from New Residential College room 1407. Oh no, you think, Lindy has soent her whole night in her room! so sad... why can't she find a social life? Well think no more! or rather, think those thoughts no more! I do get out and socialize! proof!:

I watched the first quarter of the football game today with my dorm... wow, other people... then i went for a run (walk!!!) twice around the school. newsflash: that's 5 miles! 2 1/2 each loop. hot dang! i did run for a little while... like a bit on each side... but i think i look stupid when i run so i try to only run on the Vermont St. side... nobody sees me there... anyhow, 5 MILES! i rock. then i showered and called Brent to see if he wanted to have dinner.

"Brent have you eaten yet?"
"I'm sitting in my car. it won't start."
"What's wrong with it? are you out of gas?"
"I think the batteries dead"
"alright do you have your jumper cables?"
"what?"

yes... we had a little how-to-jump-a-car lesson. so we had dinner,
"Lindy did you cut your hair?"
"I washed it."
"Wow, you should do that more often!"
"Shut up."

we're friends. so we called around, to see who could jump the car. brent made me call because he felt stupid, so i used my phone voice to get whatever i wanted. The Department of Public Safety met us at the ghetto parking structure but i'd given them my name
"Lindy make the switch!"
"What?"
"Take the keys!"
"Huh?"
"remember, it's your car!"

We're pretty stupid, but we sure did trick that department of public safety guy... not...

on another more scary note, there is this revolving door at the parking center and you have to swipe your card for it to work. brent went through fine. but mine was somehow stuck. i was stuck in a revolving door. I was like, "I am going to die. not of being shot like we thought. i am going to suffocate!" i freaked out for alittle while, while brent awiped his card in vain. finally he thought to press the handicap button and i was back outside. no more revolving door! i went in through some doors on the side, you didn't even have to swipe for those... i'm dumb.

so we pretend it's my car and i get in and look dumb trying to figure out where the keys go and how to pop the hood. i finally ask brent
"yeah, well in my car it's on the left a little ways down..."
"oh hey! it's that way on my car too!"

yeah, we're cool.

NO

YOU'RE NOT

Then it's finally working.
"Well, Lindy, i guess you're so distraught... I'll have to drive."
"Thanks Brent"

we ended up driving to loyola marymount university and we saw Napoleon Dynamite on the way (SWEET!)

so this is all to say that no, i am not in fact a total hermit. i do get out. and i have friends (at least one) to go out with!

plus we're really good at lying about who owns a '94 gold geo prizm. this post was long, it was funnier i promise. and on the way over we didn't want to play the radio in case the battery died again so we sang les miserables, and other fine tunes. ashlee simpson, for example. it was good. i'm going to bed.

aarrrghhhh!

why isn't hotmail working? don't they know email rules my life? geeeeeeeeeez!

email shouldn't rule my life. but now i'm feeling like it somehow does, given my state of despair when i can't access it. just a thought (and a vent)

new format

it was time to change. i was seduced by the star.

2 meals, a schnakkypoo, and some booty

yes, the above stated is what $9.10 and one meal from my meal plan can get! i went out to lunch with laura, john's girlfriend today. fun times. she is gorgeous. seriously, if i were a boy, or a lesbian, i would totally be mackin'. plus she has awesome shoes.

and by awesome i mean freakin' incredible! they're heels, which she wields with the greatest of ease. plus she colored her hair. i didn't recognize her. but now i know.

so we made a meal for john- he's pretty stressed w/ school stuff and his computer has been giving him crap. a sandwich, 3 cookies, a banana. all wrapped in napkins and stuffed in laura's bad (i rode my bike, no bag). she took a pear and i suck a banana in my pocket

Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?

oh i'm sorry i just couldn't resist. actually i am even more immature, i pretended it was a gun, and i was packin' some serious heat! it's a cold world, you gotta pack your own heat! so we left, talked about how because you can feed at least 2, if not 3, people with $9.10, we were just getting out money's worth. basically. that was how we got "2 meals, john's schnakkypoo, and some booty". yep, we're parkside pirates. i usually take some cookies, too, along with my banana to help me through the hard times (the time before dinner, or more likely in the morning when i don't have time for breakfast). laura thought that was really funny for some reason. oh well at least she likes me. i think.

$9.10... dang... i cough up $6 max for a meal ($4 smoothie, $2 something else like a muffin)

oh and we had a big sib/ little sib thing. it was horrible because they had like 2 scoops of ice cream in total, so i was like, "hmmm..." so marcus and i said, "umm... yeah.... yeah.... uh huh" for a while but then ended up talking for a long time after everyone had left, taking their empty ice cream bowls and broken hearts with them. we talked about where to see the sunset, about the flower district that's only open 12 am- 6 am (crazy!!! i must go there!!!), and wonderful chinese food. my favorite: "'I need some kung pao and some beef with broccoli- stat!' and this little man will come to your door at like 2 am with your kung pao and beef with broccoli, incredible!" well at least i'm getting some good advice.

john told laura to give me matronly advice. what i remember: "Don't drink", "eat before you drink", "drink milk before you drink- it coats your stomach", "don't do drugs, lindy, please", "If you go down to the stacks in Doheny (library) and you're not going there to make out, you will get killed or something and no one will find your body for like a week!"

Doheny stacks.... I'm intrigued, really! Marcus mentioned them, for the aforementioned purpose of making out (among other things, he really doesn't discern between appropriate and inappropiate topics of conversation), and Laura said it's the perfect place for a stephen king novel. apparently, the rows are staggered, so you can only see 6 feet in front or behind you at all times... freaky. aparently john's freshman year druggy roommate works there, never doing what hes supposed to (i.e. patrol the stacks).

I wonder... who was the first couple to ever make out in a library's stacks? who thought, "study break... who don't we-"

i'd want to be that person. be that person and know it. I'd be like, "all you youngsters mackin' in the stacks... i was there before it went pop! back in the day when all the stacks were in papyrus." like the library at Alexandria or something.

CARL SAGAN! back me up here, blythe! this post is long, I still have to read and study greek. bye now!

What to do?
Sweetheart you'll find
Mediocre people do exceptional things
All to time

I'm all about the OKGO.

and my classes- NOT! religion is fun, and will get better, but for right now it's sort of nebulous ans slowmoving. greek... don't get me started. at least mlle. schryver taught me all about the wonderful world of flashcards. core 102, fun, there were so many different levels of the odyssey that i just didn't get when i was 14... make sense. guitar is fun. hard, but fun.

Core 111.... that's gonna be the hard one. this shouldn't be a teacher bashing session, but it'll be hard to hold back. i asked if it was ok to have the 5th edition of the MLA, bc we have the 6th and i figured the margins you need and bibliographies probably don't change that much. so i asked and the teacher.... she didn't go postal she went subtle postal. she went on and on about the new 6th edition, given it's probably over 5 years newer. but no, she doesn't stop there.

Her: Well, did the bookstore sell you that? they should have had the 6th edition.
Me: oh, no, I had this from before.
Kate: (backs me up, reminiscing about sophomore year and (gulp) Mr. Mitchell)
Me: yeah, so i just thought the 5th edition might be ok.
Her: sohpmore year?
me and kate: yeah
Her: (pause) well, that was then. this is now. get with the program.

maybe she thought she was being funny... i don't know. but when my question somehow turned into a lindy-insult, i was really hurt. what really bugs me though is the apparent lack of respect she has for me. she needs control. i asked what book i need, and she goes nuts. seriously, i'm not immature i respect her already as a teacher, her whole schpiel made me repsect her less, not more, as i think she wanted. it's really crazy. we were filling out name-email-etc. cards, chatting, she was like, "total silence!" i think she has a complex. or we get a little off topic, she points it out instead of stearing us back on track. she points attention to it! i really don't like her. it seems to me like she thinks we're total trouble makers and she has to stave that off before we take total control- no looking back!! if she respects me, i will respect her. but until that time, i will dread out 1-on-1's. damn. of course i did go out and get the 6th edition- i thought for a little while about having some silent 5th edition rebellion, but that only hurts me. not a fan, not a fan.

on a completely different note- it's so hot here! i sweat all the time. ick. my roomie is rushing- i feel sorry for her. really. so i think i'll go to bed now. because i'm not rushing. ha ha.

false alarm

pay no attention to the man behind the curtain

or my last post. i'm sorry for the misinformation.

i just got back from brooke's room, watching the player on upn. best show, hands down. you just have to watch it to understand. 9 pm wednesdays, fifth floor of marks tower- be there!

oh

way to be blunt lindy... to guy is over, of course, but i reaqlized today that he was never an option... if you know what i mean. yes. i never would have guessed! wow. facebook reveals all.

bummin

hey. don't see me as a stalker, i am far from it! i just use the resources at hand. namely: facebook. what was an innocent crush on a boy in one of my TO classes is now... nothing. oh well. kate, you can forget i even asked about him, i'm over it. maybe we'll just be friends.

on an adjacent note, friends is all we'd ever be anyhow, given that i'm still a stranger to first base. in fact, you might consider me a sacrifice bunter. never on base, always giving other people a loeg up (i totally set kate and jeff up! she never would've done middle school ministry if it weren't for me, although she is wonderful at it! at their wedding, i'll totally remind her of that interesting fact) anyhow, that aside i can safely move through my day with an open position: next innocent, fleeting crush. now accepting applications. work-study not an issue.

hot or not?

my guitar teacher is hot. but at least he's just a grad student. that's ok, right?

but i was faced with the harsh realization that i'm not half the rock god i thought i was. that was harsh. and hot mike (teacher) knows that i'm not so good. but he said this was the class i should be in, so it's ok. i think i may have to visit him during office hours.


no i'm not a sicko, nor do i advocate lechery (lechery? not really, he's just a grad student) but i will probably need extra help. and i'm not shamelessly flirting in class! i don't know how... "oh, i broke a string! mr. teacher man, please come help me! teehee!" "oh i dropped my guitar pick... again! i'll just have to bend over..." no. i leave that for the sorority girls, who all match. freaky. marcus said they all come out of the same xerox machine on the fourth floor of leavey library. i have to agree.

A Happy Ending

So there i was, tommy trojan at 11:30... a little anxious, not because of our nice phone conversation, but because in elementary school there was a bully named marcus so i've never liked the name. i am slowly learning to love the name and not freak out. marcus is really cool. and he definitely knew who i was (although i'm still such a nerd). we are both rude eaters, but not too rude. we just eat fast. but he had a class... and the lady gave me a lot of chow mein... whatever, inauthentic chinese food sucks. my orange chicken was like orange chicken breast. you can't eat that with chopsticks! small bites! anyhow...

I was thinking about how cool it would be to be a fortune cookie writer.

Poll: do you have to eat the cookie before reading the fortune? I do just because i feel cool, but poor marcus' fortune was sticking out of the cookie and you didn't have to open it to read the fortune. horrible. but is there an order to the fortune cookie?

anyhow, being a fortune cookie writer- schwing!

there are several categories of fortune cookies
#1: wise words (we call this "Confucius say...") marcus had one, "A man does not know what he can do until he tries" much to learn little grasshopper!
#2: Compliments. this was the kind i had: "You have great physical powers and an iron constitution" which is nice, but maybe it was saying "lindy change your bed height yourself, don't wait to make friends with a football player!" dang.
#3: the actual fortune ones: 'you will soon take a trip to a far away place' or 'the one you love is closer than you think' (i got that one once, i thought it was really cool) or the 'someone admires you' ones- i love those!

i thought of a really funny one: "You do not need this cookie!" but of course i would only read that after i'd eaten the cookie. "You don't know where that cookie's been!" oh hahaha. freak people out. make them hate the chinaman again... damn commies.

greek was fun this morning, my teacher is cool. but it's intimidating. scary. but none of that matters, because i have great physical powers and an iron constitution. so i'm going to class. talk to you cats later

giving myself away

I literally cannot escape my dorkdom. example:

i have a big sib for a USC thing, his name is Marcus. so he called, (M is him, L is me)
M: Hey this is Marcus
L: Hi! this is lindy!
M: yeah... i know.
L: yeah...
( we talk about schedules, when we can meet, and decide tomorrow for lunch)
M: so tomorrow 11:30 at Tommy Trojan
L: sounds good.
M: um, i don't know what you look like.
L: well (watch and observe the dork in her natural habitat) i've planned out my outfit, i'll be wearing khakis and a usc t shirt!
M: (silence)
L: i totally just freaked you out.... I mean, but it's the first week of school!
M: yeah... i mean.... you should be.... excited....
L: well for your information i haven't planned out the rest of the week! just today and tomorrow!
M: that's... good to hear
L: yeah, marcus, I draw the line at three days! will you still be my big sib?
M: we'll see. I think maybe i can allow it. see you tomorrow.
L: see you tomorrow.

oh i am such a dork. and i can't hold myself back. i'm going to go play guitar for a while, try to counteract... myself...

p.s. the first day of classes went well. i chilled at the rose garden before class and read and felt really cool/introspective. good times.

more butterfly

i can't belive this... I had this incredibly long post about butterfly boucher and her wonderful music, about they might be giants and the guitar player who was unbelievably good and i will for ever and always be awe of him. and who knows what i pressed but it's gone. and i'm pissed. night

welcome to college

welcome to college

I woke up today to find a large dry-erase drawn penis on my whiteboard. Upon further inspection, so did everyone else on my hall.

welcome to college.

in other news, yes i went to the row last night, no i did not stay, and yes I did walk home with somebody else to be safe.

COLLEGE!

Hey y'all i'm at college now! I have to much to say, I can't really remember it all!

It's John's birthday today- he's 20. we went to panda express, where i learned that you should always order to-go because they put more stuff in those boxes than they do on the plates. i learn something new every day!

Brent's my friend. Brooke and I met him at orientation. and he is awesome. totally cool. he rocks. and he plays the piano, so we played a little today (him on piano me on guitar) we said we were jamming but because you can't hear my guitar anyhow (acoustic= not loud) we were just playing whatever we each wanted to. good times. we went to his room and talked about ashlee simpson and jennifer garner. then, right as i was dissolving in my own sweat (it is so hot here!) my parents called and we went to the aformentioned chinese gourmet.

I definitely know i'm supposed to be here. My roomate is the bestest (but never better than you, roomie), and she's a christian, and so is this girl down the hall, Susanna(h). And i met this guy waiting in the line to get my books, his name is Tim. I had "The Spirit of the Disciplines" (Dallas Willard- HE TEACHES HERE!!! brooke and i are totally making a fan club!) in my basket and he was like, "that is the best book" and i was like, "something about the Divine Conspiracy" and he was like, "something something Willard" and I was like, "totally" and then he was like, "come to Campus Crusade Wednesday nights" and i was like, "alright!" but i'll still look around. i'll probably go to Bel Air on sundays and find a group for during the week. or, we were talking about having a New (my dorm) 4th floor small group- more like a chill group, not a bible study. chill and talk about us+God not specifically study anything. who knows- but God has really blessed me putting me where i am, knowing whom i know, stuff. AMEN!

That's about it. I'm so excited to start school, and get my syllabi, and put all my dates in my planner! the casti legacy lives on...

The End of the Beginning

I'd like to think I'll be able to draw some distinct line between today and tomorrow, home and college, some new stage in my life. but really, i'm just moving along. I keep on trekkin' and just because i'm living my life at a different place among completely different people doesn't mean it'll be... completely different? maybe it will be, but i hope not. I hope i'l be the same. michelle said i'd change, which is of course inevitable, but i want to see myself the same way. I may change externally- the clothes i wear the word i use the facial expression i make, but i'm likeing who i am right now, i'm liking who i am becoming, and i don't want to change my relationship to myself, i guess you could say. I still want to love God, and follow him (at least try to), I still want to be a good friend, I still want to be me. but... different i guess. this isn't making any sense. not to me, especially not to you.

today i packed. and i have a buttload of stuff. how am i ever going to get it all into one tiny room with a sink? I hope I get there first for dibs on the bed. i'm so shellfish...

Hey, why couldn't the lobster and the crab get along?
They're both so shellfish!

HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Actually, my jokes haven't been going over too well. I told the absolute funniest one at ryan's house and nobody got it. I, of course, think it's the funniest joke ever so i still laugh, even while i'm telling it. It is funny, people are just too dull to understand it. grrrrr.

So I packed, i got the new butterfly boucher cd (single= another white dash) and it is really wonderful. plus it was only $10 so i couldn't resist. but i wish i hadn't bought some cd's- i've had my eye on an indigo girls box set for quite some time now. 3 cd's (that i dont have) for $30... you can't beat that. watch, when i come home for thanksgiving it'll be $50 or something. another grrrr. oh man i wish i could be the indigo girls, but not lesbians... that would be the greatest. I'd worship them if i didn't, you know, worship God.

speaking of God!

check out the most awesomest poster in the world. go to allposters.com and type in jesus rocks. you'll know what i'm talking about. it's so cool! I showed matt green, who agreed. I also found a shirt online with that design... enticing! i think i'll get it, eventually. i want the new butch walker cd when it comes out... i want everything and i have no $$. such is life. but i did get the poster for matt, and shipped it to the church. what a pleasant surprise for mateo verde. everyone will want to be his friend now. hoo-ray.

I'm tired, I'm going to the bathroom, then to bed (TOO MUCH INFORMATION!) and tomorrow morning i'll drive. see y'all later. read: thanksgiving.

NEW UNDERWEAR!

I got new underwear, I got new underwear, nanny nanny poo pooooooo!

It's cute. mwahahahaha.

This, of course, only makes the playing field even. as I write this I'm listening to AlcoholEdu online... ick. I just finished the "Alcohol and Driving" section, I'm starting the "Alcohol and Sex" section. hooo freakin' ray.

I need to pack. Maddy's been telling us about it for about a week now. but i haven't started. and i'm leaving tomorrow. screw it. i'll launder, fold, and pack in to my trunk (the box kind), shove it all in my car, and drive!

oh lordy there's a scale on the side that tells me how far along the course i am. it's a 3 hour course. the deadline to finish it was today. suffer! I need to shower. then launder...

I love Yellowcard

I hate subject lines, on emails, on blogs, but i do love yellowcard. i got their cd at a walmart near my grandma's house in West Lafayette, Indiana for 9 dollars and 72 cents. schwing! but what's more schwing-ing is my jimmy eat world cd i got for 3 (count 'em, THREE!) dollars at a flea market in Rushville, Indiana. awww yeah, indiana is the place to be.

I really just need to get off my butt and post. and shop for college. and pack for college. and hand out w/ friends. i am so apathetic, i feel like it's rehashing everything. it's harsh to say, "alright, it was fun, i'm moving on, i'll see you at alumni weekend" but maybe i really will miss them.

at least i'll have my yellowcard to comfort me.

but not my indigo girls, or my outkast, both of which were stolen with my cd player... i'm still pissed about that, cd players (good ones) are expensive! i'm sort of glad my outkast cd is gone, it was fun while it lasted but it was way too scandalous for my own good. it made me think thoughts i shouldn't... really, though, i'm sort of glad i wil no longer be hearing those sexual messages while i'm on a treadmill. yep. oh, another thing i have to do- my TO paper. ahhh!

yet i seem to have so much free time- last night when i was waiting for david to show up at denny's i went thru all the numbers on my phone and added 650 to the front. whatever. this is a wierd time at least my family isn't wiggin' out. yeah... wiggin'...

NEW SLANG! "Dude, that's WIGGIN'!"
what should it mean? where are the emphases? let me know! this is very exciting! ooh wow i need to get a life.