first off, w.t.f. is up with my calves? seriously. i pulled my left one almost TWO WEEKS ago, and i've been stretching and staying off it. but it's still giving me a lot of pain. i'm really frustrated- i'm definitely giving it enough lovin', could i have done something worse to it? somewhere between pulling and tearing a muscle lives my crime against my calf. WHY GOD, WHY!?
anyhow, that's making me really angry. i can't sprint in practice, i can't hustle, because my leg feels so funny/painful all the time. who knows. i think i'll go to the health center tomorrow and try to figure this out. although... i don't need condoms, i'm not a recovering addict, and i'm not possibly pregnant- i wonder if they can still help me...
$24,000 question: who reads this blog?
and the mississippi's mighty
but it starts in Minnesota
at a place where you could walk across with five steps down
and i guess that's how you started
like a pinprick to my heart
but at this point you rush right through me and i start to drown
[Indigo Girls- 'Ghost'']
Thursday, February 03, 2005
follow-up... and procrastination
thesimplewinkle: hello i am a prostitute
Auto response from mad skills maddy: reading about prostitution for class tomorrow. holla.
thesimplewinkle: are you reading about me?
thesimplewinkle: or my chosen line of work?
thesimplewinkle: i know that the market system (also refered to as 'capitalism') employs both freedom of choice and specialization
thesimplewinkle: as labor, i have the choice to move from market to market as i see fit, and choose a line of work that i want.
mad skills maddy: you are a dork.
thesimplewinkle: specialization, also referred to as 'division of labor', means i can choose a job based on skills, learn by doing, and saves time
thesimplewinkle: self-sufficiency breeds inefficiency
mad skills maddy: stop taaaaalking
mad skills maddy: weirdo
thesimplewinkle: YEAH MICRO MIDTERM TOMORROW!
mad skills maddy: ;-)
mad skills maddy: nice!
mad skills maddy: you'll be amazing ;-)
thesimplewinkle: only if i have a question about prostitution
Auto response from mad skills maddy: reading about prostitution for class tomorrow. holla.
thesimplewinkle: are you reading about me?
thesimplewinkle: or my chosen line of work?
thesimplewinkle: i know that the market system (also refered to as 'capitalism') employs both freedom of choice and specialization
thesimplewinkle: as labor, i have the choice to move from market to market as i see fit, and choose a line of work that i want.
mad skills maddy: you are a dork.
thesimplewinkle: specialization, also referred to as 'division of labor', means i can choose a job based on skills, learn by doing, and saves time
thesimplewinkle: self-sufficiency breeds inefficiency
mad skills maddy: stop taaaaalking
mad skills maddy: weirdo
thesimplewinkle: YEAH MICRO MIDTERM TOMORROW!
mad skills maddy: ;-)
mad skills maddy: nice!
mad skills maddy: you'll be amazing ;-)
thesimplewinkle: only if i have a question about prostitution
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
and in the morning, i'm makin' WAFFLES!
do some things you see just make you believe again in the goodness and inherent beauty? maybe it's a beautiful sunset, or a sunrise. maybe it's when you see a friend you haven't seen in a long time. or maybe, just maybe, it's from the 16th edition of McConnell & Brue's Microeconomics. And I quote:
In his 1776 book The Wealth of Nations, Adam Smith first noted that the operation of a market system creates a curious unity between private interests and social interests. Firms and resource suppliers, seeking to further their own self-interest and operating within the framework of a highly competitrive market system, will simultaneously, as though guided by an "invisible hand," promote the public or social interest... Businesses use the least costly combination of resources to produce a specific output because it is in their self-interest to do so... But, at the same time, to use scarce resources in the least costly (most efficient) way is clearly in the social interest as well...
Competition controls or guides self-interest in such a way that it automatically, and quite unintentionally, furthers the best interests of society. The invisible hand ensures that when firms maximize their profits, they also maximize society's output and income.
*sigh* I think i'm gonna roll in a field of poppies now. or at least get myself some frozen yogurt.
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,"
even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
[Psalm 139: 7-12]
In his 1776 book The Wealth of Nations, Adam Smith first noted that the operation of a market system creates a curious unity between private interests and social interests. Firms and resource suppliers, seeking to further their own self-interest and operating within the framework of a highly competitrive market system, will simultaneously, as though guided by an "invisible hand," promote the public or social interest... Businesses use the least costly combination of resources to produce a specific output because it is in their self-interest to do so... But, at the same time, to use scarce resources in the least costly (most efficient) way is clearly in the social interest as well...
Competition controls or guides self-interest in such a way that it automatically, and quite unintentionally, furthers the best interests of society. The invisible hand ensures that when firms maximize their profits, they also maximize society's output and income.
*sigh* I think i'm gonna roll in a field of poppies now. or at least get myself some frozen yogurt.
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,"
even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
[Psalm 139: 7-12]
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
fresh water tears
chick on chick has been postponed. i'm sorry, i got you all excited and you'll have to wait.
*sigh*
I guess i'll just have to... do homework... or something...
*sigh*
I guess i'll just have to... do homework... or something...
Sunday, January 30, 2005
gerbils and hamsters
[knoll conversation]
brooke: ... so after tennis i went back, and i went to shower. and i definitely walked in on my roommate and her boyfriend... like... having sex. so i got my stuff and BOLTED.
me: ewwww
brooke: i know! they are like... LEMMINGS!
me: they fall off the bed together?
brooke: no. they have sex, like, ALL THE TIME.
me: that's like... rabbits.
Although, after further thought, we concluded that, given the enormous mortality rate of lemmings, their reproduction must also be great... ergo: SEX.
And no, brooke's roommate and her boyfriend do NOT fall off the bed. they're just in the bed all the time. i thank my lucky stars kathleen is not like that (slutty, or awkward enough to fall off the bed...)
brooke: ... so after tennis i went back, and i went to shower. and i definitely walked in on my roommate and her boyfriend... like... having sex. so i got my stuff and BOLTED.
me: ewwww
brooke: i know! they are like... LEMMINGS!
me: they fall off the bed together?
brooke: no. they have sex, like, ALL THE TIME.
me: that's like... rabbits.
Although, after further thought, we concluded that, given the enormous mortality rate of lemmings, their reproduction must also be great... ergo: SEX.
And no, brooke's roommate and her boyfriend do NOT fall off the bed. they're just in the bed all the time. i thank my lucky stars kathleen is not like that (slutty, or awkward enough to fall off the bed...)
a whole new world
ok kids. i don't party. and, until tonight, i had not gone to a party. i mean a real like college party. you know what i mean. tonight, though, was perfect... *edge of screen blurs*
I went to sam's first, for his wine and cheese party. i ate some grapes. we had [yolanda] with us, who is pretty small and is out after like two drinks (but she comes up with very original excuses, about how she's not a lightweight, she's just (fill in the blank)). Anyhow, she decided to "make her own wine". she put wine, vodka, cranberry juice, grapes, and a wine cork in a tupperware pitcher, shook it up, and proceeded to drink until only the cork was left. mmm. deeeelish.
but then the real fun started. we sang. [yolanda] played drunken piano and we sang "a whole new world", "beauty and the beast", "memory", some phantom of the opera stuff, "my favorite things", and i forget the rest of them. I was pulling for a "little mermaid" song... but no dice. sam's was the funnest. after that, we went to a party for music majors.
the music major parties are where you find the INCREDIBLE drunk piano players. it was amazing. except for the fact that i heard "the entertainer" seven times in a row. he tried to play other songs, but he couldn't remember them, would bang on the piano, drink some more, and start "the entertainer". At this party, though, only some of us had gone over, and given i was not macking on anyone (nor was anyone macking on me), I was the universal third wheel. We went home pretty quickly, but not before dissuading a girl from putting a huge palm leaf in the car. we told her it had salmonella on it. and we're all better off.
overall, though, the party scene is totally boring if you don't drink, or dance, or make out with people. which means that... i had fun when my friends were around, but otherwise it pretty much sucked. i now know what i am NOT missing.
And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep. (Kurt Vonnegut)
I went to sam's first, for his wine and cheese party. i ate some grapes. we had [yolanda] with us, who is pretty small and is out after like two drinks (but she comes up with very original excuses, about how she's not a lightweight, she's just (fill in the blank)). Anyhow, she decided to "make her own wine". she put wine, vodka, cranberry juice, grapes, and a wine cork in a tupperware pitcher, shook it up, and proceeded to drink until only the cork was left. mmm. deeeelish.
but then the real fun started. we sang. [yolanda] played drunken piano and we sang "a whole new world", "beauty and the beast", "memory", some phantom of the opera stuff, "my favorite things", and i forget the rest of them. I was pulling for a "little mermaid" song... but no dice. sam's was the funnest. after that, we went to a party for music majors.
the music major parties are where you find the INCREDIBLE drunk piano players. it was amazing. except for the fact that i heard "the entertainer" seven times in a row. he tried to play other songs, but he couldn't remember them, would bang on the piano, drink some more, and start "the entertainer". At this party, though, only some of us had gone over, and given i was not macking on anyone (nor was anyone macking on me), I was the universal third wheel. We went home pretty quickly, but not before dissuading a girl from putting a huge palm leaf in the car. we told her it had salmonella on it. and we're all better off.
overall, though, the party scene is totally boring if you don't drink, or dance, or make out with people. which means that... i had fun when my friends were around, but otherwise it pretty much sucked. i now know what i am NOT missing.
And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep. (Kurt Vonnegut)
Saturday, January 29, 2005
oh please
i'm not bored i'm just a sheep
choose a band/artist and answer only in song titles by that band: fiona apple
are you male or female: sullen girl
describe yourself: criminal
how do some people feel about you: slow like honey
how do you feel about yourself: love ridden
describe your ex gf/bf: limp
describe your current gf/bf: the way things are
describe where you want to be: the child is gone
describe what you want to be: sleep to dream
describe how you live: a mistake
describe how you love: pale september
share a few words of wisdom: never is a promise
*i chose most of these because of the lyrics, not the titles. but then again, her songs are pretty dismal. i tried to do indigo girls, but it was way too hard...
choose a band/artist and answer only in song titles by that band: fiona apple
are you male or female: sullen girl
describe yourself: criminal
how do some people feel about you: slow like honey
how do you feel about yourself: love ridden
describe your ex gf/bf: limp
describe your current gf/bf: the way things are
describe where you want to be: the child is gone
describe what you want to be: sleep to dream
describe how you live: a mistake
describe how you love: pale september
share a few words of wisdom: never is a promise
*i chose most of these because of the lyrics, not the titles. but then again, her songs are pretty dismal. i tried to do indigo girls, but it was way too hard...
Friday, January 28, 2005
a pretty petty
girls piss me off. sometimes i don't know how i live with myself. i mean, i already hog all the blankets...
i was going to get some dinner after a nice nap. so i was like, "ok friend of girl on my floor, come with us!" no. never again! the entire time she was like, "yeah so i liked this guy he's like sooooooo cute- of course he's gay!" teeheeheeheeheeheehee! or "yeah well he's a theatre guy... so i mean... of course he's gay!" teeheeheeheeheeheehee! or "well i was like, 'hmm... you dress well' i mean, i'm like 99% sure he's gay!" teeheeheehe- SHUT IT!
i was finally like, "don't you think it's a little petty to obsess over someone's sexual orientation right when you meet them? it seems really petty to me, i wouldn't want to be treated that way, if someone just obsessed over one aspect of me" Luckily, we were already back to the dorm.
I also hate her shoes.
i was going to get some dinner after a nice nap. so i was like, "ok friend of girl on my floor, come with us!" no. never again! the entire time she was like, "yeah so i liked this guy he's like sooooooo cute- of course he's gay!" teeheeheeheeheeheehee! or "yeah well he's a theatre guy... so i mean... of course he's gay!" teeheeheeheeheeheehee! or "well i was like, 'hmm... you dress well' i mean, i'm like 99% sure he's gay!" teeheeheehe- SHUT IT!
i was finally like, "don't you think it's a little petty to obsess over someone's sexual orientation right when you meet them? it seems really petty to me, i wouldn't want to be treated that way, if someone just obsessed over one aspect of me" Luckily, we were already back to the dorm.
I also hate her shoes.
of greater importance
CHICK ON CHICK IS NEXT THURSDAY!!!
Next Thursday, February 3rd
McAlister Field (across from Troy, half way between campus and the row. ask me for directions if you don't know where it is.)
7pm-9pm/when DPS kicks us off
The girls team plays the ghettobirds (guys team), who are wearing skirts and sportsbras with water balloon. Each water balloon popped means a point lost!
It's going to be great ultimate, even GREATER guys in skirts (some of whom look really good... hmm... pear shape?)
I'll find pictures to show you guys. WAR OUT!
Next Thursday, February 3rd
McAlister Field (across from Troy, half way between campus and the row. ask me for directions if you don't know where it is.)
7pm-9pm/when DPS kicks us off
The girls team plays the ghettobirds (guys team), who are wearing skirts and sportsbras with water balloon. Each water balloon popped means a point lost!
It's going to be great ultimate, even GREATER guys in skirts (some of whom look really good... hmm... pear shape?)
I'll find pictures to show you guys. WAR OUT!
of less importance
there was a (FREAKING HUGE!) cockroach in the bathroom last night when I went to take a shower after practice. It was perched inside the sink, to escape the faucet water. like anyone would be using that sink anyhow...
I screamed for a little while, then turned on the water in the furthest shower. A little bit later I heard the door open, someone walked in, turned on the shower. Then I heard the screaming.
hot DANG that roach moves fast!
I screamed for a little while, then turned on the water in the furthest shower. A little bit later I heard the door open, someone walked in, turned on the shower. Then I heard the screaming.
hot DANG that roach moves fast!
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
"3x5" (John Mayer)
I'm writing to you to
catch you up on the places I've been
You held this letter
probably got excited, but there's nothing else inside it
didn't have a camera by my side this time
hoping I would see the world through both my eyes
maybe I will tell you all about it when I'm
in the mood to lose my way with words
Today skies are painted colors of a cowboy's cliche
And strange how clouds that look like mountains in the sky
are next to mountains anyway
Didn't have a camera by my side this time
Hoping I would see the world with both my eyes
Maybe I will tell you all about it when I'm
in the mood to lose my way
but let me say
You should have seen that sunrise with your own eyes
it brought me back to life
You'll be with me next time I go outside
no more 3x5's
Guess you had to be there
Guess you had to be with me
Today I finally overcame
tryin' to fit the world inside a picture frame
Maybe I will tell you all about it when I'm in the mood to
lose my way but let me say
You should have seen that sunrise with your own eyes
it brought me back to life
You'll be with me next time I go outside
no more 3x5's
just no more 3x5's
catch you up on the places I've been
You held this letter
probably got excited, but there's nothing else inside it
didn't have a camera by my side this time
hoping I would see the world through both my eyes
maybe I will tell you all about it when I'm
in the mood to lose my way with words
Today skies are painted colors of a cowboy's cliche
And strange how clouds that look like mountains in the sky
are next to mountains anyway
Didn't have a camera by my side this time
Hoping I would see the world with both my eyes
Maybe I will tell you all about it when I'm
in the mood to lose my way
but let me say
You should have seen that sunrise with your own eyes
it brought me back to life
You'll be with me next time I go outside
no more 3x5's
Guess you had to be there
Guess you had to be with me
Today I finally overcame
tryin' to fit the world inside a picture frame
Maybe I will tell you all about it when I'm in the mood to
lose my way but let me say
You should have seen that sunrise with your own eyes
it brought me back to life
You'll be with me next time I go outside
no more 3x5's
just no more 3x5's
Monday, January 24, 2005
spoon smoothie
instead of telling you about the weekend, i'll let you HEAR it. oh, technology.
[watching die hard]
sam: "obviously, alan rickman forgot god's eleventh commandment: THOU SHALT NOT COVET BRUCE WILLIS' WIFE!!"
by the way, in die hard it's like bruce willis vs. german terrorists. there are also 2 black guys. anyhow. what the germans say is basically "nein" (no) or "schnell" (faster). most of saturday and sunday we were yelling "SCHNELL!!" at each other on the field. frisbee is a game of speed!!
[out at freebirds with rachey roo]
courtney: "what is horchata anyhow?"
sarah: "it's kind of like rice milk"
rachel: "milk the little ricies!! milky milky!!" (makes milking hand movements)
.
me: "i am so tired."
rachel: "I KNOW! I've been milking little ricies all day!"
[getting ready to go home]
brit: "well we have enough people that somebody is going to have to sit bitch" (the middle seat in the back)
david: "i don't mind, i kind of like bitch"
jenna: "I like BITCHES!!... and ho's!!" (drops it like it's hot)
weekend was a success. I think i played pretty well, although on sunday i felt really nauseous all day and didn't play too hard. it would be ironic if one of the few people who didn't drink was the only one to throw up... that is to be avoided at all costs.
[watching die hard]
sam: "obviously, alan rickman forgot god's eleventh commandment: THOU SHALT NOT COVET BRUCE WILLIS' WIFE!!"
by the way, in die hard it's like bruce willis vs. german terrorists. there are also 2 black guys. anyhow. what the germans say is basically "nein" (no) or "schnell" (faster). most of saturday and sunday we were yelling "SCHNELL!!" at each other on the field. frisbee is a game of speed!!
[out at freebirds with rachey roo]
courtney: "what is horchata anyhow?"
sarah: "it's kind of like rice milk"
rachel: "milk the little ricies!! milky milky!!" (makes milking hand movements)
.
me: "i am so tired."
rachel: "I KNOW! I've been milking little ricies all day!"
[getting ready to go home]
brit: "well we have enough people that somebody is going to have to sit bitch" (the middle seat in the back)
david: "i don't mind, i kind of like bitch"
jenna: "I like BITCHES!!... and ho's!!" (drops it like it's hot)
weekend was a success. I think i played pretty well, although on sunday i felt really nauseous all day and didn't play too hard. it would be ironic if one of the few people who didn't drink was the only one to throw up... that is to be avoided at all costs.
Friday, January 21, 2005
fallacy of composition
believing that what is good for the individual is good for a group of individuals, or the whole. who's your daddy now, econ? what what
[lindy + mom, who is having people over]
RVQueen55: ideas for dessert?
thesimplewinkle: dessert... hmm....
thesimplewinkle: the york cookies!! yum yum in my tum tum!
RVQueen55: aggghhhh, so much work!
thesimplewinkle: WORD
thesimplewinkle: greg is a good help with them
RVQueen55: and they will be gone so fast . . .
thesimplewinkle: that's true
RVQueen55: word?
thesimplewinkle: we've been over this before
thesimplewinkle: it's like, "i agree with you" or "that's true"
RVQueen55: sorry, my middle-aged memory lapse - oh yeah
thesimplewinkle: yep
thesimplewinkle: let's practice
RVQueen55: word?
thesimplewinkle: oh my gosh, those york cookies are SOOOO hard to make
RVQueen55: I know, but you're worth it
thesimplewinkle: no!!! you were supposed to say "word"
RVQueen55: word
thesimplewinkle: good good
RVQueen55: WORD
thesimplewinkle: BUT if i said something like, "i have so much class today!!"
thesimplewinkle: you could NOT say "word"
thesimplewinkle: "word" only works when you're in the same situation, or something like that
RVQueen55: okay
thesimplewinkle: me: "i wish i had time to sleep"
thesimplewinkle: maddy: "word"
RVQueen55: mom: WORD
thesimplewinkle: me: "wow i have so much work"
thesimplewinkle: thomas: "word" [thomas = brother]
thesimplewinkle: nono this would not work
RVQueen55: I am in the same situation!!!
thesimplewinkle: (the thomas example)
RVQueen55: word
the end is in sight.
[lindy + mom, who is having people over]
RVQueen55: ideas for dessert?
thesimplewinkle: dessert... hmm....
thesimplewinkle: the york cookies!! yum yum in my tum tum!
RVQueen55: aggghhhh, so much work!
thesimplewinkle: WORD
thesimplewinkle: greg is a good help with them
RVQueen55: and they will be gone so fast . . .
thesimplewinkle: that's true
RVQueen55: word?
thesimplewinkle: we've been over this before
thesimplewinkle: it's like, "i agree with you" or "that's true"
RVQueen55: sorry, my middle-aged memory lapse - oh yeah
thesimplewinkle: yep
thesimplewinkle: let's practice
RVQueen55: word?
thesimplewinkle: oh my gosh, those york cookies are SOOOO hard to make
RVQueen55: I know, but you're worth it
thesimplewinkle: no!!! you were supposed to say "word"
RVQueen55: word
thesimplewinkle: good good
RVQueen55: WORD
thesimplewinkle: BUT if i said something like, "i have so much class today!!"
thesimplewinkle: you could NOT say "word"
thesimplewinkle: "word" only works when you're in the same situation, or something like that
RVQueen55: okay
thesimplewinkle: me: "i wish i had time to sleep"
thesimplewinkle: maddy: "word"
RVQueen55: mom: WORD
thesimplewinkle: me: "wow i have so much work"
thesimplewinkle: thomas: "word" [thomas = brother]
thesimplewinkle: nono this would not work
RVQueen55: I am in the same situation!!!
thesimplewinkle: (the thomas example)
RVQueen55: word
the end is in sight.
Thursday, January 20, 2005
go ahead
make my day.
wolf twentythree: ?
Auto response from thesimplewinkle: a rabbi, and priest, and a minister walk into a bar. bartender says, "what is this-- some kind of joke?"
wolf twentythree: heheheheh
wolf twentythree: lol
wolf twentythree: because it is a joke...
wolf twentythree: in the joke...
wolf twentythree: its a joke...
wolf twentythree: ok...
wolf twentythree: I killed it
wolf twentythree: ?
Auto response from thesimplewinkle: a rabbi, and priest, and a minister walk into a bar. bartender says, "what is this-- some kind of joke?"
wolf twentythree: heheheheh
wolf twentythree: lol
wolf twentythree: because it is a joke...
wolf twentythree: in the joke...
wolf twentythree: its a joke...
wolf twentythree: ok...
wolf twentythree: I killed it
the gong jar
i can't concentrate.
one of my friends is drifting away, and i'm running away from another one. yet i know i should let the first one go because she doesn't belong to me and she's not becoming a crack whore or anything. and i know eventually i'll come whimpering back to the second one. and, yes, whimper is probably the correct word to use.
so here i am, trying to do econ. trying not to think about other things, namely the aforementioned friends...
We have a tournament this weekend, i'm really anxious. i think you should understand by now my inability to concentrate. and sleep... I'm going to bed at like 2 or 3 every morning and waking up by 8. and i can't go back to sleep after that without waking up every 10 minutes and looking at the clock. and sighing. and burying myself back into my blankets. what's the deal.
A rabbi, and priest, and a minister walk into a bar. bartender says, "what is this? some kind of joke?"
one of my friends is drifting away, and i'm running away from another one. yet i know i should let the first one go because she doesn't belong to me and she's not becoming a crack whore or anything. and i know eventually i'll come whimpering back to the second one. and, yes, whimper is probably the correct word to use.
so here i am, trying to do econ. trying not to think about other things, namely the aforementioned friends...
We have a tournament this weekend, i'm really anxious. i think you should understand by now my inability to concentrate. and sleep... I'm going to bed at like 2 or 3 every morning and waking up by 8. and i can't go back to sleep after that without waking up every 10 minutes and looking at the clock. and sighing. and burying myself back into my blankets. what's the deal.
A rabbi, and priest, and a minister walk into a bar. bartender says, "what is this? some kind of joke?"
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
"The View" (Modest Mouse)
Your gun went off
Well you shot off your mouth and look where it got you
My mouth runs on too
Shouts from both sides,
"Well we've got the land but they've got the view!"
Well now here's the clue
Life it rents us
And yeah I hope it put plenty on you
Well I hope mine did too
As life gets longer, awful feels softer
Well is feels pretty soft to me
And if it takes shit to make bliss,
then I feel pretty blissfully
Your gun went off
Well you shot off your mouth and look where it got you
My mouth runs on too
Shouts from both sides,
"Well we've got the land but they've got the view!"
Well now here's the clue
We are fixed right where we stand
Life is rents us
And yeah I hope it put plenty on you
Well I hope mine did too
We are fixed right where we are
As life gets longer, awful feels softer
Well it feels pretty soft to me
And if it takes shit to make bliss,
well I feel pretty blissfully
For every invention made how much time did we save?
We're not much farther than we were in the cave
As life gets longer, awful feels softer
and it feels pretty soft to me
And if it takes shit to make bliss,
well I feel pretty blissfully
If life's not beautiful without the pain
Well I'd just rather never ever even see beauty again
Well as life gets longer, awful feels softer
And it feels pretty soft to me
For every good deed done there is a crime committed
We are fixed
For every step ahead we could have just been seated
We are fixed
As life gets longer, awful feels softer
Well it feels pretty soft to me
And if it takes shit to make bliss,
well I feel pretty blissfully
We are fixed
We are fixed
We are fixed right where we stand
Well you shot off your mouth and look where it got you
My mouth runs on too
Shouts from both sides,
"Well we've got the land but they've got the view!"
Well now here's the clue
Life it rents us
And yeah I hope it put plenty on you
Well I hope mine did too
As life gets longer, awful feels softer
Well is feels pretty soft to me
And if it takes shit to make bliss,
then I feel pretty blissfully
Your gun went off
Well you shot off your mouth and look where it got you
My mouth runs on too
Shouts from both sides,
"Well we've got the land but they've got the view!"
Well now here's the clue
We are fixed right where we stand
Life is rents us
And yeah I hope it put plenty on you
Well I hope mine did too
We are fixed right where we are
As life gets longer, awful feels softer
Well it feels pretty soft to me
And if it takes shit to make bliss,
well I feel pretty blissfully
For every invention made how much time did we save?
We're not much farther than we were in the cave
As life gets longer, awful feels softer
and it feels pretty soft to me
And if it takes shit to make bliss,
well I feel pretty blissfully
If life's not beautiful without the pain
Well I'd just rather never ever even see beauty again
Well as life gets longer, awful feels softer
And it feels pretty soft to me
For every good deed done there is a crime committed
We are fixed
For every step ahead we could have just been seated
We are fixed
As life gets longer, awful feels softer
Well it feels pretty soft to me
And if it takes shit to make bliss,
well I feel pretty blissfully
We are fixed
We are fixed
We are fixed right where we stand
Monday, January 17, 2005
salvation
alright well talking to everybody i've been thinking a lot.
and then reading Uncle Tom's Cabin where there's this whole discussion about "well both sides think god is on their side" and i'm thinking, "hm maybe i'm over theologizing this..."
and i go to sanctuary, which is a sunday night service at mppc (menlo park presbyterian church) when i'm home. and when i'm here i watch the sermons online because they're really good, i think.
so this evening I watched charley's sermon on salvation. they were doing a series of talks on missing the point. which was fun, and smart. so he goes over the "salvation only means heaven after you die!" and being like, "that is so incomplete... and if that's what salvation is then what am i doing with this earthly life is all i have is a life after death?" (except he says it better) and being like, "what does it mean to be saved?" and i think if you're like, "i'm not sure what lindy's getting at" (hey i don't get it either) then watch it. it's like 35 minutes. go here and scroll down to November 21 (Charley Scandlyn, Salvation). you can click on the video camera to watch it on windows media player.
a note about charley: he is one of the people i most respect. like, up there is my dad, and my mom, and joe ryan who was my mentor for a while (and my small group leader's husband), and my small group leaders. but charley, he is just so smart! and he's not afraid to be like, "hey this is our problem." even, and especially, problems within the church. he even confronts some of them in the talk. my favorite was when in another talk he was like, "don't blame the church for your lack of growth in your relationship with god!" he really forces me to take an honest look at myself and stuff, and i really like this sermon. so do it if you want. or not.
and the blog posts may return to "normal" but maybe not. we'll see. rock it.
and then reading Uncle Tom's Cabin where there's this whole discussion about "well both sides think god is on their side" and i'm thinking, "hm maybe i'm over theologizing this..."
and i go to sanctuary, which is a sunday night service at mppc (menlo park presbyterian church) when i'm home. and when i'm here i watch the sermons online because they're really good, i think.
so this evening I watched charley's sermon on salvation. they were doing a series of talks on missing the point. which was fun, and smart. so he goes over the "salvation only means heaven after you die!" and being like, "that is so incomplete... and if that's what salvation is then what am i doing with this earthly life is all i have is a life after death?" (except he says it better) and being like, "what does it mean to be saved?" and i think if you're like, "i'm not sure what lindy's getting at" (hey i don't get it either) then watch it. it's like 35 minutes. go here and scroll down to November 21 (Charley Scandlyn, Salvation). you can click on the video camera to watch it on windows media player.
a note about charley: he is one of the people i most respect. like, up there is my dad, and my mom, and joe ryan who was my mentor for a while (and my small group leader's husband), and my small group leaders. but charley, he is just so smart! and he's not afraid to be like, "hey this is our problem." even, and especially, problems within the church. he even confronts some of them in the talk. my favorite was when in another talk he was like, "don't blame the church for your lack of growth in your relationship with god!" he really forces me to take an honest look at myself and stuff, and i really like this sermon. so do it if you want. or not.
and the blog posts may return to "normal" but maybe not. we'll see. rock it.
Sunday, January 16, 2005
i need words/ as white as sky
this weekend was a tournament in santa monica- soo much fun! I'm tired, beach play really takes it out of you. sprinting on sand... but i got some SWEET bids (diving for the frisbee). ok, so i was just practing throwing and didn't have any in the actual games. but all the same- I rock.
Most of the team partied last night, I was way too tired. but consequently, some didn't show up this morning because of their wasted states. One was our captain, ryan. His nickname is "chicken", but, i don't know, I prefer ryan. anyhow he didn't show up this morning so we call him.
"chicken are you coming today?"
"my tires got slashed last night" (he drives a black mustang)
"i'm so sorry!"
"yeah, well... these things happen..."
um, NO THEY DON'T. or rather, they don't outside the ghetto. At least we're now in the 'sc state of mind. fight on?
We later decided to bury ashley in sand. Not lying down, though, oh no. We're going to bury her in sand vertically. And not by digging a hole either, but by piling sand on her. It took... an hour? more? At least we're goal-oriented... we decided to bury her vertically and we came through! But now it's shower time. homework time? we'll see.
Most of the team partied last night, I was way too tired. but consequently, some didn't show up this morning because of their wasted states. One was our captain, ryan. His nickname is "chicken", but, i don't know, I prefer ryan. anyhow he didn't show up this morning so we call him.
"chicken are you coming today?"
"my tires got slashed last night" (he drives a black mustang)
"i'm so sorry!"
"yeah, well... these things happen..."
um, NO THEY DON'T. or rather, they don't outside the ghetto. At least we're now in the 'sc state of mind. fight on?
We later decided to bury ashley in sand. Not lying down, though, oh no. We're going to bury her in sand vertically. And not by digging a hole either, but by piling sand on her. It took... an hour? more? At least we're goal-oriented... we decided to bury her vertically and we came through! But now it's shower time. homework time? we'll see.
oh no you di-in't
I think this semester I will have to come to terms with how I feel about homosexuality. The PLETHORA of comments about joe/homosexuality from last post. This class about "love and politics"- i mean come on do they mix any more obviously than in gay marriage? plus this girl on my hall and her girlfriend (who is now a resident of our hall... simple because of spending the night every night) are in the class.
I want to live peacefully and not feel attacked. I give everyone else the benefit of the doubt. I de believe other people come to their beliefs rationally. Just because I view the world through the lens of a loving god does not mean that I am irrational. Or that I lack logic. I may lack the search for every truth about the world. I believe I have found the ultimate truth, and with is everything else falls in place, will fall in place, or god will help me pull it down into place.
without further ado. Because dialogue (polylogue) is really the best way...
I do believe homosexuality is a sin. More specifically, a perversion. Everyone is a sexual creature. Carly is sexual- in an open way. Sluts are sexual- in a slutty way. Nuns are sexual, but have given their sexuality to god. Everyone is sexual, and God created us that way. no getting around it. We all desire love in one way or another. But, because we live in a fallen world we're like, "ok i'll take god's creation and mess around with it" So we get compulsive liars who take truth and twist it. Some people are hateful and refuse god's love or the love of other people. And some people desire the (romantic) love of the same sex. Like being very "sexual" in the wordly sense- porn star, etc., homosexuality is a perversion of the sexuality god created in us. That's what I belive. that's what I think I belive. When I write it out like now, that's what makes sense.
Now, as regards some things we face:
Gay clergy: Yes. But, again, I don't think someone is born "gay"- they become that way. Somehow, to say "gay clergy" assumes that oh well they can't change it. They can. I permit gay clergy only if he or she acknowledges it is a sin. What if your church ordained a pastor and said, "well this is our new pedophile pastor so-and-so" assuming that "oh well that's how (s)he is. but hey, we welcome everyone" No. Saying "this is who I am" is saying, "God you can't change this about me, you can't touch this" Pedophilia is a perversion, too. I think pastors should be honest about their struggles (especially in the pedophilia circumstance- but that's a whole different post), they need a loving community, too, to help them. I would not feel comfortable hearing about God from someone who so blatantly acknowledges and accepts a thorn in their side. They preach the finer points of some theological concept...
Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye. (Matthew 7)
I mean, I do thank God that I don't struggle with the temptation to obtain love from the same sex. It's a hard struggle, and the people that struggle with this are often ostracized. But all the same, it is a struggle, and one that- with the help of God- people can overcome. Clergy can be homosexual, but only if they acknowledge their sin.
Gay marriage: No. I would not feel comfortable in a church that condoned this or held gay marriage ceremonies. What is marriage? The spiritual and physical joining of two people (man and woman!). God creates our sexuality, he creates in us the desire for love, companionship, and sex, so that he can fulfill it!!! In the end, only the love of God can satisfy us, but for the time being, in marriage the other sex can try to satisfy. It can certainly satisfy the sexual desires. God created woman for man, man for woman. I mean just look at the bodies! God didn't say, "oh hey, way to go me- didn't know they'd fit like that!" No. He knew.
What is more enraging to me, though, is that a church might condone this. Like ordaining the minister who chooses to ignore his sin, condoning this man-man, or woman-woman relationship in god's sanctuary is truly blasphemous. In the ceremony, you pray for the relationship, for the marriage. What is the use of praying for something God knows is a perversion and not what he intended? It's spitting in God's face! It's like, "well... you created us... but I like us better this way, ok? So thanks for the raw material, I'll take it from here" no. Marriage is a gift from God, and as such it is holy. Gay marriage, in one sense, is a contradiction of terms. And I do not support it.
I'm not sure, though, how I feel about legal gay marriage. Like, tax benefits, that sort of thing. I don't know enough about it.
Now. To what really matters: the people. I can argue about sin all I want, but what matters is the sinners. Which, if you weren't aware, is all of us. So you've probably all heard, "Love the sinner hate the sin" which is truly what we should aspire to. But to get there let's take a little detour. Jesus says to "love your neighbor as you love yourself". Allow me to quote c.s. lewis (big time) in his discussion of this:
[this is in a chapter about forgiveness] ... And secondly, we might try to understand exactly when loving your neighbour as yourself means. I have to love him as I love myself. Well, how exactly do I love myself?
Now that I come to think of it, I have not exactly got a feeling of fondness or affection for myself, and I do not even always enjoy my own society. So apparently, 'Love your neighbour' does not mean 'feel fond of him' or 'find him attractive'. I ought to have seen that before, because, of course, you cannot feel fond of a person by trying. Do I think well of myself, think myself a nice chap? Well, I am afraid I sometimes do (and those are, no doubt, my worst moments) but that is not why I love myself. In fact it is the other way round: my self-love makes me think myself nice, but thinking myself nice is not why I love myself. So loving enemies does not apparently mean thinking them nice either. That is an enormous relief. For a good many people imagine that forgiving your enemies means making out that they are really not such bad fellows after all, when it is quite plain that they are. [sic: condoning homosexuality either by ordaining or a marriage ceremony! Also, because this is about forgiveness, he refers to 'enemies'. But what I want to point out is how to love people that you know have done wrong. Anyhow, onward and upward!] Go a step further. In my most clear-sighted moments not only do I not think of myself a nice man, but I know that I am a very nasty one. I can look at some things I have done with horror and loathing. So apparently I am allowed to loathe and hate some of the things my enemies do. Now that I come to think of it, I remember Christian teachers telling me long ago that I must hate a bad man's actions, but not hate the bad man: or they would say, hate the sin but not the sinner. [sic: aha!]
For a long time I used to think this a silly, straw-splitting distinction: how could you hate what a man did and not hate the man? But years later it occured to me that there was one man to whome I had been doing this all my life- namely myself. However much I might dislike my own cowardice or conceit or greed, I went on loving myself. There had never been the slightest difficulty about it. In fact the very reason why I hated the things was that I loved the man. Just because I loved myself, I was sorry to find that I was the sort of man who did those things... hate [sin, bad things] in the same way in which we hate things in ourselves: being sorry that the man should have done such things, and hoping, if it is anyway possible, that somehow, sometime, somewhere he can be cured and made human again.
Does all of that make sense? I hope so, because I'm not going to explain it again. Lewis is a smart guy, and a clear one, too. Anyhow, I used to have really jacked view of homosexuality. I'll admit it, I was totally homophobic. but it was in talking with my brother (who is like- maybe i'm christian maybe i'm not- whatever) who was like, "how is it different from any other sin, you hater?" which made me realize how wrong I'd been. So yeah. Post if you want. I hope I don't piss anyone off, but this is what I logically and rationally believe. And I figure before I go any further I should fine tune this. Make sure I'm secure in my faith. I also want my blog to be more faith oriented. I find myself more interesting when I'm talking about God as opposed to when I'm talking about, say, boys.
With apprehension, but not really, I press "publish post".
I want to live peacefully and not feel attacked. I give everyone else the benefit of the doubt. I de believe other people come to their beliefs rationally. Just because I view the world through the lens of a loving god does not mean that I am irrational. Or that I lack logic. I may lack the search for every truth about the world. I believe I have found the ultimate truth, and with is everything else falls in place, will fall in place, or god will help me pull it down into place.
without further ado. Because dialogue (polylogue) is really the best way...
I do believe homosexuality is a sin. More specifically, a perversion. Everyone is a sexual creature. Carly is sexual- in an open way. Sluts are sexual- in a slutty way. Nuns are sexual, but have given their sexuality to god. Everyone is sexual, and God created us that way. no getting around it. We all desire love in one way or another. But, because we live in a fallen world we're like, "ok i'll take god's creation and mess around with it" So we get compulsive liars who take truth and twist it. Some people are hateful and refuse god's love or the love of other people. And some people desire the (romantic) love of the same sex. Like being very "sexual" in the wordly sense- porn star, etc., homosexuality is a perversion of the sexuality god created in us. That's what I belive. that's what I think I belive. When I write it out like now, that's what makes sense.
Now, as regards some things we face:
Gay clergy: Yes. But, again, I don't think someone is born "gay"- they become that way. Somehow, to say "gay clergy" assumes that oh well they can't change it. They can. I permit gay clergy only if he or she acknowledges it is a sin. What if your church ordained a pastor and said, "well this is our new pedophile pastor so-and-so" assuming that "oh well that's how (s)he is. but hey, we welcome everyone" No. Saying "this is who I am" is saying, "God you can't change this about me, you can't touch this" Pedophilia is a perversion, too. I think pastors should be honest about their struggles (especially in the pedophilia circumstance- but that's a whole different post), they need a loving community, too, to help them. I would not feel comfortable hearing about God from someone who so blatantly acknowledges and accepts a thorn in their side. They preach the finer points of some theological concept...
Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye. (Matthew 7)
I mean, I do thank God that I don't struggle with the temptation to obtain love from the same sex. It's a hard struggle, and the people that struggle with this are often ostracized. But all the same, it is a struggle, and one that- with the help of God- people can overcome. Clergy can be homosexual, but only if they acknowledge their sin.
Gay marriage: No. I would not feel comfortable in a church that condoned this or held gay marriage ceremonies. What is marriage? The spiritual and physical joining of two people (man and woman!). God creates our sexuality, he creates in us the desire for love, companionship, and sex, so that he can fulfill it!!! In the end, only the love of God can satisfy us, but for the time being, in marriage the other sex can try to satisfy. It can certainly satisfy the sexual desires. God created woman for man, man for woman. I mean just look at the bodies! God didn't say, "oh hey, way to go me- didn't know they'd fit like that!" No. He knew.
What is more enraging to me, though, is that a church might condone this. Like ordaining the minister who chooses to ignore his sin, condoning this man-man, or woman-woman relationship in god's sanctuary is truly blasphemous. In the ceremony, you pray for the relationship, for the marriage. What is the use of praying for something God knows is a perversion and not what he intended? It's spitting in God's face! It's like, "well... you created us... but I like us better this way, ok? So thanks for the raw material, I'll take it from here" no. Marriage is a gift from God, and as such it is holy. Gay marriage, in one sense, is a contradiction of terms. And I do not support it.
I'm not sure, though, how I feel about legal gay marriage. Like, tax benefits, that sort of thing. I don't know enough about it.
Now. To what really matters: the people. I can argue about sin all I want, but what matters is the sinners. Which, if you weren't aware, is all of us. So you've probably all heard, "Love the sinner hate the sin" which is truly what we should aspire to. But to get there let's take a little detour. Jesus says to "love your neighbor as you love yourself". Allow me to quote c.s. lewis (big time) in his discussion of this:
[this is in a chapter about forgiveness] ... And secondly, we might try to understand exactly when loving your neighbour as yourself means. I have to love him as I love myself. Well, how exactly do I love myself?
Now that I come to think of it, I have not exactly got a feeling of fondness or affection for myself, and I do not even always enjoy my own society. So apparently, 'Love your neighbour' does not mean 'feel fond of him' or 'find him attractive'. I ought to have seen that before, because, of course, you cannot feel fond of a person by trying. Do I think well of myself, think myself a nice chap? Well, I am afraid I sometimes do (and those are, no doubt, my worst moments) but that is not why I love myself. In fact it is the other way round: my self-love makes me think myself nice, but thinking myself nice is not why I love myself. So loving enemies does not apparently mean thinking them nice either. That is an enormous relief. For a good many people imagine that forgiving your enemies means making out that they are really not such bad fellows after all, when it is quite plain that they are. [sic: condoning homosexuality either by ordaining or a marriage ceremony! Also, because this is about forgiveness, he refers to 'enemies'. But what I want to point out is how to love people that you know have done wrong. Anyhow, onward and upward!] Go a step further. In my most clear-sighted moments not only do I not think of myself a nice man, but I know that I am a very nasty one. I can look at some things I have done with horror and loathing. So apparently I am allowed to loathe and hate some of the things my enemies do. Now that I come to think of it, I remember Christian teachers telling me long ago that I must hate a bad man's actions, but not hate the bad man: or they would say, hate the sin but not the sinner. [sic: aha!]
For a long time I used to think this a silly, straw-splitting distinction: how could you hate what a man did and not hate the man? But years later it occured to me that there was one man to whome I had been doing this all my life- namely myself. However much I might dislike my own cowardice or conceit or greed, I went on loving myself. There had never been the slightest difficulty about it. In fact the very reason why I hated the things was that I loved the man. Just because I loved myself, I was sorry to find that I was the sort of man who did those things... hate [sin, bad things] in the same way in which we hate things in ourselves: being sorry that the man should have done such things, and hoping, if it is anyway possible, that somehow, sometime, somewhere he can be cured and made human again.
Does all of that make sense? I hope so, because I'm not going to explain it again. Lewis is a smart guy, and a clear one, too. Anyhow, I used to have really jacked view of homosexuality. I'll admit it, I was totally homophobic. but it was in talking with my brother (who is like- maybe i'm christian maybe i'm not- whatever) who was like, "how is it different from any other sin, you hater?" which made me realize how wrong I'd been. So yeah. Post if you want. I hope I don't piss anyone off, but this is what I logically and rationally believe. And I figure before I go any further I should fine tune this. Make sure I'm secure in my faith. I also want my blog to be more faith oriented. I find myself more interesting when I'm talking about God as opposed to when I'm talking about, say, boys.
With apprehension, but not really, I press "publish post".
Saturday, January 15, 2005
joe's twin is like... whoa
no. seriously. when you've known someone for five months and then you meet his twin... it was crazy. they were all smoking hookah in the courtyard and i was like, "whoa" the entire time/ I didn't want to be like "stare at david... stare at joe... back to david" because that would be awkward. but all the same.
Joe + Longer Hair + Skater Clothes + Not Gay = David
I took a "what disney princess are you?" quiz online- PRINCESS ARIEL, BITCHES!! ye-ah! that's awesome.
I'm going to santa monica tomorrow for ultimate. today when we were throwing on the quad and brit (captain) was like, "hey practice throwing in the cup" and i was like, *SWOON*! Because to be a handler would be wonderful. I wouldn't have to run as much... I'd get more chicks... not have to run as much...
yeah so basically life would rock. and roll. Much like having a twin. Carly would be the evil one, i'm the good one. I wish my blog posts made sense.
Joe + Longer Hair + Skater Clothes + Not Gay = David
I took a "what disney princess are you?" quiz online- PRINCESS ARIEL, BITCHES!! ye-ah! that's awesome.
I'm going to santa monica tomorrow for ultimate. today when we were throwing on the quad and brit (captain) was like, "hey practice throwing in the cup" and i was like, *SWOON*! Because to be a handler would be wonderful. I wouldn't have to run as much... I'd get more chicks... not have to run as much...
yeah so basically life would rock. and roll. Much like having a twin. Carly would be the evil one, i'm the good one. I wish my blog posts made sense.
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
go to
The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to Purgatory!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's" Inferno Hell Test
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Extreme |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Very High |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Very Low |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | Low |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Very Low |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Very Low |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Very Low |
| Level 7 (Violent) | Low |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Low |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Very Low |
Take the Dante's" Inferno Hell Test
Monday, January 10, 2005
back to school...
...back to school. to prove to dad i'm not a fool. got my lunch in a box, my shoes tied tight. i hope i don't get in a fight.
yeah i'm at school. it's raining. evk is all nice-ified (EXCEPT FOR THE FOOD PART!). I agree with maddy: work on the quality (or lack thereof) of the food instead of the quality of the drink despensers. and oh, by the way, the new mahogany/tacky things they put up for the drink dispensers go down too far- i can't see which drink button i'm pressing on. wonderful, kids, just wonderful... *sigh* *i hate evk...*
Classes start for me at 8 pm tonight- i have a whole rainy day to waste! yeah! gym.
yeah i'm at school. it's raining. evk is all nice-ified (EXCEPT FOR THE FOOD PART!). I agree with maddy: work on the quality (or lack thereof) of the food instead of the quality of the drink despensers. and oh, by the way, the new mahogany/tacky things they put up for the drink dispensers go down too far- i can't see which drink button i'm pressing on. wonderful, kids, just wonderful... *sigh* *i hate evk...*
Classes start for me at 8 pm tonight- i have a whole rainy day to waste! yeah! gym.
Friday, January 07, 2005
medea
i want to post. BUT...
...my ramblings are boring.
...nothing ever happens in my life.
what comes to mind now: i have a stomach ache. i'm going back to school tomorrow and i hope the 5 isn't closed or we have to take 101 the entire way down. while scenic, it is long and tedious. why isn't joe online. why aren't i asleep, we're leaving at 6 am tomorrow! random, useless thoughts. keep on rockin in the free world.
and for those of you who haven't read medea (play by euripides)- do it. you'll thank me later (when you recover).
...my ramblings are boring.
...nothing ever happens in my life.
what comes to mind now: i have a stomach ache. i'm going back to school tomorrow and i hope the 5 isn't closed or we have to take 101 the entire way down. while scenic, it is long and tedious. why isn't joe online. why aren't i asleep, we're leaving at 6 am tomorrow! random, useless thoughts. keep on rockin in the free world.
and for those of you who haven't read medea (play by euripides)- do it. you'll thank me later (when you recover).
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
that's all they really want
i watched "girls just want to have fun" this evening. cinema at its finest! no. really. I feel however, that the character of Mr. Sands is not fully developed. We do not notice his move to autonomy, out from under the rule of his daughter Natalie. He is suddenly able to ask Natalie to "shut up!" when Janey and Jeff win the dance show. He is such a deep, multi-faceted character. A self made man, yet ruled by something he himself created... such is life...
dang i should be a cinema major. Actually, I'm thinking of Economics and Gender Studies. Not because of where they interconnect, but because they are both FASCINATING. John is like, "you are a lesbian if you major in gender studies" I respond: I do not have to be romantically involved with my sex/gender (oh yes there is a difference!) in order to study it. Anyhow. I was like, "what i want is theology. Yeah apologetics can be learned through experience in being a christian minority. Or i can just realize I'll learn it anyhow in seminary..." So I won't study religion now. Maybe a class or two now. Except if I go Econ/GS, I'll probably have to do summer school. bummer... anyhow, school plans are for me, and they're totally boring to you.
school plans: USC WON THE ORANGE BOWL!! alright!!! i was content, there were plenty of song girl shots... swoon... they even had special sweaters! I will be a song girl. I will figure it out.
dang i should be a cinema major. Actually, I'm thinking of Economics and Gender Studies. Not because of where they interconnect, but because they are both FASCINATING. John is like, "you are a lesbian if you major in gender studies" I respond: I do not have to be romantically involved with my sex/gender (oh yes there is a difference!) in order to study it. Anyhow. I was like, "what i want is theology. Yeah apologetics can be learned through experience in being a christian minority. Or i can just realize I'll learn it anyhow in seminary..." So I won't study religion now. Maybe a class or two now. Except if I go Econ/GS, I'll probably have to do summer school. bummer... anyhow, school plans are for me, and they're totally boring to you.
school plans: USC WON THE ORANGE BOWL!! alright!!! i was content, there were plenty of song girl shots... swoon... they even had special sweaters! I will be a song girl. I will figure it out.
Monday, January 03, 2005
house broken
right when i get used to being home- i have to go back to school. it was wierd at first to be home. so i hung out w/ friends from high school. i was going cold turkey! but now some friends are going back... and i like being home... and i have to go back in five days. damn.
I'm listening to "A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man" (james joyce) on tape. it's one of the books i have to read next semester... and i got the feeling it was one i somehow wouldn't get around to reading. i even had the plan of listening to all my books of next semester on tape. wow i am a huge and total dork. yee-haw!!
I decided to make cookies today. I actually decided to a few days ago, and today i actually made them. i'm a slow creature... so yeah, my baking is horrible. first off, the mixer and i are at odds. i think i put too much flour in, and when i turned on the mixer, flour went everywhere! baaad... but my favorite, is when i was breaking an egg on the side of a bowl, but i turned my head away to tell my little brother something, and when i looked back, i'd cracked the egg... but not in the bowl. instead it was running down the side, along the counter, and down some drawers. that was fun to clean up! but i'm waiting for the dough to get hard, then i can cook some more! adventure in greasing the pan! the species lindus loisus is not yet domesticated. back into the wild with her!
they (church people) asked me to MC (emcee?) breakaway on wednesday night. but i was like, "that is intimidating". A lot of things are intimidating to me now. why have i become such a wimp? i'm even afraid of this girl on my hall who is super-christian. and it's not like, "saved!" super-christian, i mean she is really sincere and balanced about it. joe was like, "i don't intimidate you, do i?" no, you don't. i'm even friends with the girl on my hall and she intimidates me! joe says i need more christian friends. that is to say... I know i need more christian friends and joe tells me so because he knows i need to hear it from someone else. i was like, "girl on hall!" but dang she is so gungho and i'm so jacked and bad. how could they ask me to emcee? oh well. i think my cookie dough is almost hard (has it been an hour?)
I'm listening to "A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man" (james joyce) on tape. it's one of the books i have to read next semester... and i got the feeling it was one i somehow wouldn't get around to reading. i even had the plan of listening to all my books of next semester on tape. wow i am a huge and total dork. yee-haw!!
I decided to make cookies today. I actually decided to a few days ago, and today i actually made them. i'm a slow creature... so yeah, my baking is horrible. first off, the mixer and i are at odds. i think i put too much flour in, and when i turned on the mixer, flour went everywhere! baaad... but my favorite, is when i was breaking an egg on the side of a bowl, but i turned my head away to tell my little brother something, and when i looked back, i'd cracked the egg... but not in the bowl. instead it was running down the side, along the counter, and down some drawers. that was fun to clean up! but i'm waiting for the dough to get hard, then i can cook some more! adventure in greasing the pan! the species lindus loisus is not yet domesticated. back into the wild with her!
they (church people) asked me to MC (emcee?) breakaway on wednesday night. but i was like, "that is intimidating". A lot of things are intimidating to me now. why have i become such a wimp? i'm even afraid of this girl on my hall who is super-christian. and it's not like, "saved!" super-christian, i mean she is really sincere and balanced about it. joe was like, "i don't intimidate you, do i?" no, you don't. i'm even friends with the girl on my hall and she intimidates me! joe says i need more christian friends. that is to say... I know i need more christian friends and joe tells me so because he knows i need to hear it from someone else. i was like, "girl on hall!" but dang she is so gungho and i'm so jacked and bad. how could they ask me to emcee? oh well. i think my cookie dough is almost hard (has it been an hour?)
Sunday, December 26, 2004
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
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
Friday, December 24, 2004
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!!!
(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.
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.
Thursday, December 23, 2004
"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 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!
Sunday, December 19, 2004
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.
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.
Friday, December 17, 2004
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.
#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.
Thursday, December 16, 2004
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.
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.
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.
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
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.
"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.
Monday, December 13, 2004
#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.
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.
Sunday, December 12, 2004
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.
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.
Friday, December 10, 2004
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!
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!
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
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.
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.
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
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
#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
Sunday, December 05, 2004
"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?
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?
Friday, December 03, 2004
"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
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.
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.
Thursday, December 02, 2004
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!
"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!
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
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.
"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?
am i a college student yet? please?
Friday, November 26, 2004
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...
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...
Sunday, November 21, 2004
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
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
Saturday, November 20, 2004
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
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
Thursday, November 18, 2004
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!
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!
Sunday, November 14, 2004
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!
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!
Friday, November 12, 2004
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.
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.
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
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.
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.
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
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.
Thursday, October 21, 2004
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)
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)
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)
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
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)
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)
Thursday, October 07, 2004
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.
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.
Monday, October 04, 2004
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
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
Sunday, October 03, 2004
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.
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.
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