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)