when we got back to church (our bus broke down... eww... but i did get to exhaust my clean joke library while we waited), thomas was ready to go home.
"wait thomas, i have to go to the bathroom"
"what?" and he throws his sleeping bag at me, without much effort because neither of use slept much at camp
"hey hey! a sleeping bag is not a weapon!"
"no, but it is a projectile."
I CLAIM THIS BROTHER FOR LINDY!! i would also like to announce that i explained the following things to my cabin: kinetic and potential energy (at the big swing), why things glow and the color spectrum (we made bracelets with cool glow-in-the-dark beads), air pressure (and what the best way to get ketchup out of the bottle is). yep, engineers are just breeding in the sewers and the santa cruz mountains these days.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Thursday, February 09, 2006
disappearing world
you know your life is pretty pathetic when like four adjacent posts are about chocolate soda. diet chocolate fudge 'soda'. because brooke decided she had to try it.
it went something like this:
"brooke I'm telling you it's disgusting. seriously. it's the nastiest thing you have ever tasted."
"i need to try it!"
"ok but i'm telling you. i'm just gonna pour you some in a clear glass you so you see it."
"ok. wait, i have to wait for it to stop fizzing." *drinks... swallows... cringes* "oh my... oh... oh my my GOD.... oh my god oh my god oh my god... ooooh my GOOOOOOOOOD. oh my-"
it went on like that for a while. right before she exploded in a heap of nasty soda (which apparently is bottled by the dr. pepper group... way to maim society by putting this in reach of children, guys). she's doing okay now, she's been discharged from the hospital. she's recooping with her tofu and organic water on ellendale. it's all gonna be ok.
it went something like this:
"brooke I'm telling you it's disgusting. seriously. it's the nastiest thing you have ever tasted."
"i need to try it!"
"ok but i'm telling you. i'm just gonna pour you some in a clear glass you so you see it."
"ok. wait, i have to wait for it to stop fizzing." *drinks... swallows... cringes* "oh my... oh... oh my my GOD.... oh my god oh my god oh my god... ooooh my GOOOOOOOOOD. oh my-"
it went on like that for a while. right before she exploded in a heap of nasty soda (which apparently is bottled by the dr. pepper group... way to maim society by putting this in reach of children, guys). she's doing okay now, she's been discharged from the hospital. she's recooping with her tofu and organic water on ellendale. it's all gonna be ok.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
teach your children
sorry about the lyrics, i actually couldn't decide which song to put up, i just got the david gray album and it is AWESOME. so... thank your lucky stars the entire album isn't here now.
i further investigated this chocolate fugde 'soda'... i compared side by side my beloved diet dr. pepper with the... 'soda'.
Ingredients: (bolded = ones they both have)
(Dr. Pepper)
Carbonated Water
Caramel Color
Aspartame
Phosphoric Acid
Artificial and Natural Flavors
Sodium Benzoate (preservative)
('soda')
carbonated water
caramel color
potassium benzoate (preservative)
aspartame
artificial flavor
malic acid
given, the benzoate won't influence the tastes too much, i'm going to blame the malic acid. because mal means "bad" and malic must mean "totally disgustingly nasty- lindy why did you think this was a good idea?!" problem solved. now to figure out what to do with five cans of soda... OTHER than drink it!
i further investigated this chocolate fugde 'soda'... i compared side by side my beloved diet dr. pepper with the... 'soda'.
Ingredients: (bolded = ones they both have)
(Dr. Pepper)
Carbonated Water
Caramel Color
Aspartame
Phosphoric Acid
Artificial and Natural Flavors
Sodium Benzoate (preservative)
('soda')
carbonated water
caramel color
potassium benzoate (preservative)
aspartame
artificial flavor
malic acid
given, the benzoate won't influence the tastes too much, i'm going to blame the malic acid. because mal means "bad" and malic must mean "totally disgustingly nasty- lindy why did you think this was a good idea?!" problem solved. now to figure out what to do with five cans of soda... OTHER than drink it!
Monday, February 06, 2006
"Lately" (David Gray)
That the sky would lift
That I'd find my place
That I'd see your face in the door
And the sun would glint
On a time well spent
On a time that ain't no more
Taste the broken hearts
In the vacant lots
See the fruit that rots on the trees
Try to turn my head
Leave it all for dead
But it's in my mind always
Honey lately I've been way down
A load on my mind
Honey lately I've been way down
Load on my mind
Someone tell me where did it go
Darling I'm damned if I know
I seen that look in your eye
No one ever gave it a chance
I could have said in advance
You saw it all in a glance
And goodbye
Drag a salted kiss
From this cup of bliss
Watch a new lie twist on the breeze
You can paint it red
Leave it all for dead
But it's in my head always
Honey lately I've been way down
A load on my mind
Honey lately I've been way down
Load on my mind
Someone tell me where did it go
Darling I'm damned if I know
I seen that look in your eye
No one ever gave it a chance
I could have said in advance
You saw it all in a glance
And goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Honey lately I've been way down
Honey lately I've been way down
Honey lately I've been way down
Honey lately I've been way down
Lately
Lately
That I'd find my place
That I'd see your face in the door
And the sun would glint
On a time well spent
On a time that ain't no more
Taste the broken hearts
In the vacant lots
See the fruit that rots on the trees
Try to turn my head
Leave it all for dead
But it's in my mind always
Honey lately I've been way down
A load on my mind
Honey lately I've been way down
Load on my mind
Someone tell me where did it go
Darling I'm damned if I know
I seen that look in your eye
No one ever gave it a chance
I could have said in advance
You saw it all in a glance
And goodbye
Drag a salted kiss
From this cup of bliss
Watch a new lie twist on the breeze
You can paint it red
Leave it all for dead
But it's in my head always
Honey lately I've been way down
A load on my mind
Honey lately I've been way down
Load on my mind
Someone tell me where did it go
Darling I'm damned if I know
I seen that look in your eye
No one ever gave it a chance
I could have said in advance
You saw it all in a glance
And goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Honey lately I've been way down
Honey lately I've been way down
Honey lately I've been way down
Honey lately I've been way down
Lately
Lately
Sunday, February 05, 2006
hooligans
kacie and i went to ralph's tonight. if kacie goes alone, wierd things happen to her; and if i go alone, i end up wandering endlessly up and down the aisles convinced i'm forgetting something. so we combine forces.
the past few trips, while in the soda aisle, we have seen this 'chocolate fudge' soda. and not only is it chocolate fudge, but it's diet (this separates it from being in the ice cream aisle with the toppings i guess). and every time we dare each other to buy it because we have to know what it tastes like!! tonight i didn't even need peer pressure, that bad boy went straight to my basket.
we drove home, set a can out on the table, and unloaded our groceries. the tension in the room was building, we weren't sure if we could really go through with it. finally i got out two valentine cups (oh wal-mart how i love thee, 5 for $1), opened the can and poured two fizzy cups full. and we drank.
then we spit.
i think kacie put it best: it's like tootsie roll, barf, and bubbles. so, for the record, while mr. pibb + red vines = crazy delicious, tootsie roll + vomit + carbonation + lindy's poor judgment = just crazy.
don't give in! there are 5 untouched cans on top of our refrigerator... and they aren't going anywhere. so if you are intrigued by the chocolate fudge soda, come over to our apartment. it's a safe environment with a large sink (with disposal!) for the spitting of the nasty soda. or should i say 'soda'.
the past few trips, while in the soda aisle, we have seen this 'chocolate fudge' soda. and not only is it chocolate fudge, but it's diet (this separates it from being in the ice cream aisle with the toppings i guess). and every time we dare each other to buy it because we have to know what it tastes like!! tonight i didn't even need peer pressure, that bad boy went straight to my basket.
we drove home, set a can out on the table, and unloaded our groceries. the tension in the room was building, we weren't sure if we could really go through with it. finally i got out two valentine cups (oh wal-mart how i love thee, 5 for $1), opened the can and poured two fizzy cups full. and we drank.
then we spit.
i think kacie put it best: it's like tootsie roll, barf, and bubbles. so, for the record, while mr. pibb + red vines = crazy delicious, tootsie roll + vomit + carbonation + lindy's poor judgment = just crazy.
don't give in! there are 5 untouched cans on top of our refrigerator... and they aren't going anywhere. so if you are intrigued by the chocolate fudge soda, come over to our apartment. it's a safe environment with a large sink (with disposal!) for the spitting of the nasty soda. or should i say 'soda'.
Saturday, February 04, 2006
letter of intent
some say baseball isn't exciting. today, for the first time, i began to see what they mean. long beach has a pretty awesome pitcher, but there were quite a few amazing hits by us. and while everyone else stood up to see if it would clear the fence, i called it as soon as the ball left the bat.
i know my vectors and velocity components, i can sniff out a good trajectory a MILE away! so the excitement was somewhat lost. all i could think about what separating their hits into components, not unlike my thinking about the increase in the force of gravity when i hug someone.
SOMEBODY GET ME OUT OF ENGINEERING!!!
in other news, i made a website!! i am so incredibly proud of it, and there will be more coming soon. for whatever reason joe doesn't think it's all THAT awesome... which made me feel like a parent with an ugly kid but no one will say anything, and i'm still so proud! of my ugly kid/website.
i know my vectors and velocity components, i can sniff out a good trajectory a MILE away! so the excitement was somewhat lost. all i could think about what separating their hits into components, not unlike my thinking about the increase in the force of gravity when i hug someone.
SOMEBODY GET ME OUT OF ENGINEERING!!!
in other news, i made a website!! i am so incredibly proud of it, and there will be more coming soon. for whatever reason joe doesn't think it's all THAT awesome... which made me feel like a parent with an ugly kid but no one will say anything, and i'm still so proud! of my ugly kid/website.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
shine on you crazy diamond
i'm studying abroad. i've known this for a while, and i thought i had time to figure out which classes transfer, etc. etc. then i could make an educated decision between ireland or scotland. engineering majors are a bit hampered in their options of study abroad- i would have preferred germany but my only choices were: brisbane (australia), cape town (south africa), galway (ireland), edinburgh (scotland), which in the end came down to galway or edinburgh.
so, because i couldn't rely on my own knowledge for this one, i prayed about it. and that's pretty much how it is, as sad as that is. if i can't get my own answer i guess i'll have to ask god to give me his. that's definitely not how i want it to be.
and, also unfortunately at times, god is not a quik-mart or miss cleo. so i couldn't say, "which one god?" and he'd give me a fortune cookie or make some math problem equate to "galway" or send an angel in a dream to tell me "edinburgh"... so i prayed some... waited some... then looked at their respective websites.
i realized i don't like irish accents, but my cousins do live in ireland which would be nice. also, of all their vast recreational options (yes i am being sarcastic), the top two were golfing and fishing. um... no. but sailing was one, and i want to learn how to sail.
the guy who narrated the edinburgh promotional video looked like a penguin... i couldn't decide whether that was a pro or a con. but in the end i liked edinburgh more. and it went something like this...
"ok god i'm going to apply to edinburgh. okay?"
*waits for lightning to strike*
"and i'm going over to the office of overseas studies now, so it's kind of down to the wire"
*lightning does not strike*
"and them i'm going to give my faculty recs to my professors... so it's sort of done..."
*still no lightning*
so i went to the office of overseas studies and picked up an application. I'm writing a letter of intent sort of thing to my recommenders... and yeah. i'm feeling good about it. kacie will be in london, which should be totally close (because everything in europe should be close, i say so), joe will be clubbing in spain, it will be awesome. yeah.
so, because i couldn't rely on my own knowledge for this one, i prayed about it. and that's pretty much how it is, as sad as that is. if i can't get my own answer i guess i'll have to ask god to give me his. that's definitely not how i want it to be.
and, also unfortunately at times, god is not a quik-mart or miss cleo. so i couldn't say, "which one god?" and he'd give me a fortune cookie or make some math problem equate to "galway" or send an angel in a dream to tell me "edinburgh"... so i prayed some... waited some... then looked at their respective websites.
i realized i don't like irish accents, but my cousins do live in ireland which would be nice. also, of all their vast recreational options (yes i am being sarcastic), the top two were golfing and fishing. um... no. but sailing was one, and i want to learn how to sail.
the guy who narrated the edinburgh promotional video looked like a penguin... i couldn't decide whether that was a pro or a con. but in the end i liked edinburgh more. and it went something like this...
"ok god i'm going to apply to edinburgh. okay?"
*waits for lightning to strike*
"and i'm going over to the office of overseas studies now, so it's kind of down to the wire"
*lightning does not strike*
"and them i'm going to give my faculty recs to my professors... so it's sort of done..."
*still no lightning*
so i went to the office of overseas studies and picked up an application. I'm writing a letter of intent sort of thing to my recommenders... and yeah. i'm feeling good about it. kacie will be in london, which should be totally close (because everything in europe should be close, i say so), joe will be clubbing in spain, it will be awesome. yeah.
a little more
the only thing worse than not having a valentine is reeeeeeeeeeally wanting one...
and knowing exacly which one you want... le sigh
and knowing exacly which one you want... le sigh
Sunday, January 29, 2006
cold fusion
popples called on friday night, and we went to santa barbara. we came back late-ish saturday afternoon and took the p.c.h. so we could watch the sunset. it was absolutely amazing. the entire sky is to beautiful you don't even know where to look. luckily, she was driving, so i could look anywhere any time. schwing.
the 10 was a little congested, a while line of red lights our way and a string of white lights in the other lane. i was like, "a string of diamonds and a string of rubies..." which is what a family friend or my mom or someone said to me when i was little. once when i was in the car coming home with somebody from the mens team (ultimate. i was in s.b. for an ultimate tournament), he was like, "why are women so obsessed with shiny things?!?" and my first thought was, "oooooh shiny!!" which is definitely not what i wanted to answer.
popples and i got to talking about it and decided next time a guy asks that, we will just say we are half-racoon.
oooh shiny!! aluminum foil aluminum foil!!! smells like trash- SHINY!!!
the 10 was a little congested, a while line of red lights our way and a string of white lights in the other lane. i was like, "a string of diamonds and a string of rubies..." which is what a family friend or my mom or someone said to me when i was little. once when i was in the car coming home with somebody from the mens team (ultimate. i was in s.b. for an ultimate tournament), he was like, "why are women so obsessed with shiny things?!?" and my first thought was, "oooooh shiny!!" which is definitely not what i wanted to answer.
popples and i got to talking about it and decided next time a guy asks that, we will just say we are half-racoon.
oooh shiny!! aluminum foil aluminum foil!!! smells like trash- SHINY!!!
Friday, January 27, 2006
exotic scented lotion
you know how everyone's new years resolution is "live in the present"? well mine wasn't this year (proof!) but it is a smart one.
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE IN THE "PRESENT" WHEN RENT AGREEMENTS ARE DUE NEXT WEEK, WHICH MEANS I HAVE TO FIGURE OUT IF I'M STUDYING ABROAD (APPS DUE IN 2 WEEKS) AND MY SUMMER PLANS AND ALL THIS STUFF.
ugh present = saturated in future.
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE IN THE "PRESENT" WHEN RENT AGREEMENTS ARE DUE NEXT WEEK, WHICH MEANS I HAVE TO FIGURE OUT IF I'M STUDYING ABROAD (APPS DUE IN 2 WEEKS) AND MY SUMMER PLANS AND ALL THIS STUFF.
ugh present = saturated in future.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
goodbye, goodnight
i decided to kick-off my valentine-search/hunt/poaching tonight at a.g.o. worship. sort of like the kick-off of a fund-raiser. yes-- getting me a valentine is now a community service and probably tax-deductible!
however, i somewhat fear the predator-prey relationship that seems to happen with any girl-a.g.o. encounter. allow me to clarify: when i say "a.g.o." i mean anywhere from one to all of the members of the frat. example: "I saw a.g.o. at bel air tonight" means i probably saw three or four members at church. apparenly when you join a.g.o. you renounce any right to a first name
anyhow, while my valentine's coming from a.g.o. is certainly desirable... the process of getting said valentine could make everything go horrible awry. taking advantage of a group of nice christian boys is tempting... but so tasteless. *le sigh* this is not to mention the fact that i booked it after worship. i was like, "beeline for bed!" even though i have homework to look forward to. such a loser....
brooke wished me luck when i left for worship tonight... looks like you'll be my valentine again this year brookins...
WHY AM I GIVING UP SO SOON?! THROWING IN THE TOWEL? ME? NEVER!
i will advance confidently in the direction of my goals! right after i finish my problem set.
however, i somewhat fear the predator-prey relationship that seems to happen with any girl-a.g.o. encounter. allow me to clarify: when i say "a.g.o." i mean anywhere from one to all of the members of the frat. example: "I saw a.g.o. at bel air tonight" means i probably saw three or four members at church. apparenly when you join a.g.o. you renounce any right to a first name
anyhow, while my valentine's coming from a.g.o. is certainly desirable... the process of getting said valentine could make everything go horrible awry. taking advantage of a group of nice christian boys is tempting... but so tasteless. *le sigh* this is not to mention the fact that i booked it after worship. i was like, "beeline for bed!" even though i have homework to look forward to. such a loser....
brooke wished me luck when i left for worship tonight... looks like you'll be my valentine again this year brookins...
WHY AM I GIVING UP SO SOON?! THROWING IN THE TOWEL? ME? NEVER!
i will advance confidently in the direction of my goals! right after i finish my problem set.
Monday, January 23, 2006
famous last words
i got some "twisted whiskers" valentines, and some "babies of the wild" ones, and my favorite the dinosaur ones!! and i'll get some candy some time within the next few weeks to tape to them.
is it so bad i want a real valentine this year? i mean, brooke you've been good to me-- don't get me wrong or anything. but seriously. i have three weeks from tomorrow to negotiate me a valentine. and i don't know where to start...
in other, sort of related news, I've managed to sign myself up for three physics classes: straight up physics 151, statics (the mechanics of systems in equilibrium... a.k.a. physics without motion), and my t.o. class that talks about world views. i have been talking about isaac newton for three weeks straight...
but the point: i was hugging someone and all i could think of was the gravity equation. and i was like, "whoa, i may not feel it, but the force of gravity between us must be proportionately (sp?) larger since our centers of mass are so close!"
with that said- anyone want an unromantic analytical doofus for a valentine? still accepting applications, work-study not an issue.
is it so bad i want a real valentine this year? i mean, brooke you've been good to me-- don't get me wrong or anything. but seriously. i have three weeks from tomorrow to negotiate me a valentine. and i don't know where to start...
in other, sort of related news, I've managed to sign myself up for three physics classes: straight up physics 151, statics (the mechanics of systems in equilibrium... a.k.a. physics without motion), and my t.o. class that talks about world views. i have been talking about isaac newton for three weeks straight...
but the point: i was hugging someone and all i could think of was the gravity equation. and i was like, "whoa, i may not feel it, but the force of gravity between us must be proportionately (sp?) larger since our centers of mass are so close!"
with that said- anyone want an unromantic analytical doofus for a valentine? still accepting applications, work-study not an issue.
Saturday, January 21, 2006
i hear a symphony
today brooke and i went to the sharks v. kings game. when she sends me the pics i'll post them. we made t-shirts, it was awesome. mine said "the sharks are jawsome" and brooke's said "i cheechoo choose you"... which is only funny if you know the sharks (our fave player = #14 jonathan cheechoo), and have seen the simpsons episode where lisa gives ralph a valentine ("i choo choo choose you").
either way, we screamed and shouted and cheered and then won. i've had to retype this like 4 times i'm so tired. lindy out.
either way, we screamed and shouted and cheered and then won. i've had to retype this like 4 times i'm so tired. lindy out.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
well that's good to know
You scored as Engineering. You should be an Engineering major!
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Wednesday, January 18, 2006
paradigm shift
last night kacie and i decided that i'm going to marry a paleontologist. because he combines the two epitomes (for me at least) of attraction:
intelligence (especially the sciency kind!!) and DINOSAURS
and if he's short then it'll be like heaven on earth.
intelligence (especially the sciency kind!!) and DINOSAURS
and if he's short then it'll be like heaven on earth.
Saturday, January 14, 2006
and rum
jessalyn's gone this weekend. bonnie is also m.i.a. kacie left this morning to go home for the weekend.
so i went to target and ralph's (the mecca of love on la brea in west hollywood- target! ralph's! tj's! awesome!) and as I stood in the line to pay for my parking, I sipped the diet coke i got at target (along with a sink thing, some hangers, and a some batman bandaids). a couple behind me was all lovey, and "all by myself" began playing in the parking garage.
I got home and cleaned the kitchen. I discovered my toilet overflowed, so i've been trying to mop that up. I did some statics, some calc, some physics. and brooke's coming over later.
All streams run to the sea,
but the sea is not full;
to the place where the stream flows,
there they continue to flow.
Ecclesiastes 1:7
so i went to target and ralph's (the mecca of love on la brea in west hollywood- target! ralph's! tj's! awesome!) and as I stood in the line to pay for my parking, I sipped the diet coke i got at target (along with a sink thing, some hangers, and a some batman bandaids). a couple behind me was all lovey, and "all by myself" began playing in the parking garage.
I got home and cleaned the kitchen. I discovered my toilet overflowed, so i've been trying to mop that up. I did some statics, some calc, some physics. and brooke's coming over later.
All streams run to the sea,
but the sea is not full;
to the place where the stream flows,
there they continue to flow.
Ecclesiastes 1:7
Thursday, January 12, 2006
tang-ish
today when i was making breakfast, I had to pry off the top of a new thing of basil. as it popped off, it sailed across the kitchen and landed right on the edge of the counter, near the crevice of doom (between fridge and counter). things could have gotten ugly (and very basil-y) without said top.
someone up there is looking out for me down here.
someone up there is looking out for me down here.
Monday, January 09, 2006
celery
i love my TO class! i love it! jenn is in it, my professor is nice! hooray!
THEN I GOT TO MATH. oh math how you torture me! First, my t.a. this semester is the same from last semester, who doesn't speak english, doesn't shave, and definitely doesn't change clothes. seriously. he wore the same red sweater and questionable khakis every day last semester. btw he is french that may explain it. i'm switching to a different section. people could get hurt.
in math we had to fill out little index cards of our name, major, etc. so our professor knew who we were. We had to write how we look. So I wrote, blondish brown hair that is usually up, blue eyes, fair complexion. for one thing, i felt like i was writing a personal ad. that was wierd. then, i realized that fit a lot of the girls in my class. So I added to the end overweight. Because if you're trying to identify someone, that's a pretty good measure. I felt sort of odd putting that down because people are always like, "no you're not fat!" blah blah. it has to do with my physical description, it doesn't mean i'm a horrible person. i wish people would just acknowledge that.
THEN at the end of class, I'm getting my books and turn around to see who else but ANOTHER blond-ish overweight girl. I was like, awwww hells no fattie there's only room in this math class for the one of us! which is sort of mean, whatever. luckily, I have the good sense to wear my hair up, hers was all stringy and down. I triumphed again.
THEN I GOT TO MATH. oh math how you torture me! First, my t.a. this semester is the same from last semester, who doesn't speak english, doesn't shave, and definitely doesn't change clothes. seriously. he wore the same red sweater and questionable khakis every day last semester. btw he is french that may explain it. i'm switching to a different section. people could get hurt.
in math we had to fill out little index cards of our name, major, etc. so our professor knew who we were. We had to write how we look. So I wrote, blondish brown hair that is usually up, blue eyes, fair complexion. for one thing, i felt like i was writing a personal ad. that was wierd. then, i realized that fit a lot of the girls in my class. So I added to the end overweight. Because if you're trying to identify someone, that's a pretty good measure. I felt sort of odd putting that down because people are always like, "no you're not fat!" blah blah. it has to do with my physical description, it doesn't mean i'm a horrible person. i wish people would just acknowledge that.
THEN at the end of class, I'm getting my books and turn around to see who else but ANOTHER blond-ish overweight girl. I was like, awwww hells no fattie there's only room in this math class for the one of us! which is sort of mean, whatever. luckily, I have the good sense to wear my hair up, hers was all stringy and down. I triumphed again.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
obituary
Today we mourn the loss of our beloved tree. Yes, we have several, and yes, they are always shedding in the pool, but this tree was special. This tree was... unique. He died tragically in a storm. Always a giver, he fell away from the house and only took a part of the fence with him. The entire tree house remained intact as he fell to the ground. The tree did take down the flood lights for the basketball court.
Over the years, the tree housed our treehouse with pride, and served as the top of our swing. We will always remember when Rachel climbed up the fireman pole and was then christened "Super Adventure Girl" and the time she was on the swing and it fell off, making her think she was fat. Which she is not.
Memorial services were held today. Attendees included: Dad, Greg, Lindy, Thomas, one chain saw, and 2 sharp pruny things. The service included climbing on the tree as it sat on the ground, daring each other to hop into the large hole made by the uprooting, cutting off branches to shred, and begging my dad to use the chain saw.
We will never forget you, tree, we loved you till the end. God be with you, and thanks for all the firewood.
Over the years, the tree housed our treehouse with pride, and served as the top of our swing. We will always remember when Rachel climbed up the fireman pole and was then christened "Super Adventure Girl" and the time she was on the swing and it fell off, making her think she was fat. Which she is not.
Memorial services were held today. Attendees included: Dad, Greg, Lindy, Thomas, one chain saw, and 2 sharp pruny things. The service included climbing on the tree as it sat on the ground, daring each other to hop into the large hole made by the uprooting, cutting off branches to shred, and begging my dad to use the chain saw.
We will never forget you, tree, we loved you till the end. God be with you, and thanks for all the firewood.
Sunday, January 01, 2006
nobody says "next" to guli
my new years resolution is to be more intentional.
task #1: figure out exactly what that means.
task #2: get my car on "pimp my ride". seriously. i KNOW you can fit some serious l.c.d. screens in spartacus. xhibit- don't leave me hangin!!
task #1: figure out exactly what that means.
task #2: get my car on "pimp my ride". seriously. i KNOW you can fit some serious l.c.d. screens in spartacus. xhibit- don't leave me hangin!!
Friday, December 30, 2005
i don't know how to put this all into words
i am in west lafayette right now, with my family at my grandma's house. she's in a hospital, and she's been there since thanksgiving or so, so when we we got to the house there wasn't very much food... i am with:
thomas ("i am dirty the dirty is warm"- explaining why he wasn't as cold as i was in chicago)
then we found an unopened orange juice in her fridge. it was a week past the expiration date, but it wasn't opened...
myself ("orange juice without pulp... tang's older brother")
greg ("hey i found some fiber one!"- he's a wrestler which means he doesn't eat)
john ("fiber one?... we could be eating poo! we are eating tang and poo for dinner")
mom ("so greg how does this chicken ceasar salad compare to the one you had for lunch?"- haha he can't eat)
dad (" "- he drives us places, and he does talk but it's late and i can't remember anything right now)
we had some fiber one, and some orange juice. we found some reese's puffs and had some of those, too. we made dial-up noises while mom connected her laptop so i could check email, etc. the midwest is treating me well.
thomas ("i am dirty the dirty is warm"- explaining why he wasn't as cold as i was in chicago)
then we found an unopened orange juice in her fridge. it was a week past the expiration date, but it wasn't opened...
myself ("orange juice without pulp... tang's older brother")
greg ("hey i found some fiber one!"- he's a wrestler which means he doesn't eat)
john ("fiber one?... we could be eating poo! we are eating tang and poo for dinner")
mom ("so greg how does this chicken ceasar salad compare to the one you had for lunch?"- haha he can't eat)
dad (" "- he drives us places, and he does talk but it's late and i can't remember anything right now)
we had some fiber one, and some orange juice. we found some reese's puffs and had some of those, too. we made dial-up noises while mom connected her laptop so i could check email, etc. the midwest is treating me well.
Monday, December 26, 2005
elwood
i'm leaving for chicago tomorrow. i already told brooke i'll bring her back some pizza- though by then it'll just be a hunk of congealed fat, cheese, soggy bread, and some tomato paste. the request still stands.
and if i return in one piece (like metals, i will shatter more easily under low temperatures- say, for instance, thirty three which feels like twenty four because of wind chill), i'll bring you all the story of how i survived. right now i'm planning on wearing all of my clothes on top of each other and waddling and/or rolling around chicago. oh yeah.
i'm gonna go watch blues brothers. somehow that will prepare me for chicago... yes.
and if i return in one piece (like metals, i will shatter more easily under low temperatures- say, for instance, thirty three which feels like twenty four because of wind chill), i'll bring you all the story of how i survived. right now i'm planning on wearing all of my clothes on top of each other and waddling and/or rolling around chicago. oh yeah.
i'm gonna go watch blues brothers. somehow that will prepare me for chicago... yes.
Saturday, December 24, 2005
moondance
last night i went to a hockey game with my dad and two of my brothers. at first i was a little horrified at the fighting, and that people enjoyed it.
but, as the hot dog and soda sank in, and as the game progressed scoreless, i told my dad, "i want the goalies to fight and that's how they'll end it!!" i was way aggressive.
then i came home and finished the rest of the milk! i drank it from the carton! watch out, you never know what i'll do next.
but, as the hot dog and soda sank in, and as the game progressed scoreless, i told my dad, "i want the goalies to fight and that's how they'll end it!!" i was way aggressive.
then i came home and finished the rest of the milk! i drank it from the carton! watch out, you never know what i'll do next.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Friday, December 16, 2005
today
i was pmsing, which sucked for all parties involved. here is a loose play-by-play
around 12 or 1 p.m., before we left
brooke: "i think i'm gonna go with daisies, roses remind me too much of blood... and death... and pain... and funerals-"
me: "and love?"
brooke: "yeah that too i guess"
2 or 3 p.m., just on the road
[the opening chords of 'under the bridge' come on the radio]
john: "wait, before we sing, who gets the background vocals at the end?"
me: "i don't really car-"
john :"ok then me!"
6:30 p.m.
me: "do it"
and we proceed to do chinese fire drills betwen the two cars on 152 west (yes it was that backed up, we were about ten cars away from each other)
9 p.m.
john: "ooh fresh nor cal air..."
me: "word. you can cut socal air with a knife. and serve it on a platter with water crackers."
john: "i don't trust any air i can't see."
we got home, we unpacked, i gave greg one of his christmas presents because i really hate waiting for christmas to give other people their presents. now i'm going to bed tomorrow = gelb music to fix my guitar, greg's wrestling match (ooooh little brother in wrestling onesie, can't wait!! i'm gonna whistle!), choir, children's ministries stuff, etc. etc. oh man, nor cal truly = best.
around 12 or 1 p.m., before we left
brooke: "i think i'm gonna go with daisies, roses remind me too much of blood... and death... and pain... and funerals-"
me: "and love?"
brooke: "yeah that too i guess"
2 or 3 p.m., just on the road
[the opening chords of 'under the bridge' come on the radio]
john: "wait, before we sing, who gets the background vocals at the end?"
me: "i don't really car-"
john :"ok then me!"
6:30 p.m.
me: "do it"
and we proceed to do chinese fire drills betwen the two cars on 152 west (yes it was that backed up, we were about ten cars away from each other)
9 p.m.
john: "ooh fresh nor cal air..."
me: "word. you can cut socal air with a knife. and serve it on a platter with water crackers."
john: "i don't trust any air i can't see."
we got home, we unpacked, i gave greg one of his christmas presents because i really hate waiting for christmas to give other people their presents. now i'm going to bed tomorrow = gelb music to fix my guitar, greg's wrestling match (ooooh little brother in wrestling onesie, can't wait!! i'm gonna whistle!), choir, children's ministries stuff, etc. etc. oh man, nor cal truly = best.
so... basically i'm a man? is that what i'm getting here?
| Your Career Type: Realistic |
 You are practical and mechanical.Your talents lie in working with tools, mechanical or electrical drawings, machines, or animals. The worst career options for your are social careers, like social worker or teacher. |
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
pardon my anglais
tonight greg asked me what he should get for his girlfriend for christmas. and after much thinking and asking brooke, joe, and ashley, i came up with the following: get a disposable camera and a photo album and plan a day together. Because they haven't been going out for very long, so it's a good way to get to know her better and then have awesome memories!
oh man, i just want to date myself! or have a girlfriend!... or not!
brooke and i have totally volunteered to go to the beach with them for a day (no drivers license, haha on you little brother), aid the puppy love. le swoon.
in other love news, i'm sure our respective roommates think brooke and i are lesbians together. this just in: we're not. despite my feminist literature and PURPLE van and entire indigo girls collection and all femaleartists mix tape and never having had a boyfriend, i am in fact straight. so any of brooke's roommates, if you're reading this: fear not. brooke and i actually do homework when we hang out! we don't 'do homework...'.
ok, now that that's settled, i'm gonna do me some math homework!
oh man, i just want to date myself! or have a girlfriend!... or not!
brooke and i have totally volunteered to go to the beach with them for a day (no drivers license, haha on you little brother), aid the puppy love. le swoon.
in other love news, i'm sure our respective roommates think brooke and i are lesbians together. this just in: we're not. despite my feminist literature and PURPLE van and entire indigo girls collection and all femaleartists mix tape and never having had a boyfriend, i am in fact straight. so any of brooke's roommates, if you're reading this: fear not. brooke and i actually do homework when we hang out! we don't 'do homework...'.
ok, now that that's settled, i'm gonna do me some math homework!
more badass from the tat
To: keity@conquesthousing.com
Subject: Roof work on Habitat Soo Zee
Hi Keity,
I am a tenant in Habitat Soo Zee, and I am extremely upset by the roof work being done on the building. Yes, it is noisy, yes, it starts very early, but most importantly it is being done during finals. This, in my opinion, is unacceptable. You scheduled the work to be done late in November, and for whatever reason it has been postponed until now, when sleep and concentration - both integral for finals - are thwarted by the work being done.
I called the office yesterday, when your staff told me they do not make any plans with regard to USC's schedule. I know you call yourself "The Premier Housing Provider for USC Students", so you must realize that the majority if not all of your tenants go to USC. How can you hope to become the "Premier" if you do not take into account the USC schedule? The schedule is easily knowable, you can find it here: http://www.usc.edu/academics/calendar/, and you will notice that only six days out of every semester are set aside for finals. Can you not also set aside these days to respect the tenants and cease all work being done on buildings?
I believe that stopping the work, and never scheduling work done during finals in the future, is the only option that respects the tenants, whom you admit are all USC students, and hope to become "The Premier Housing Provider for USC Students".
I would like a courtesy email or phone call to let me know you have received and processed this letter, and what you plan to do about respecting USC students' schedule in the future.
Thank you,
Lindy [don't put last name or it pops up on google]
this one's takin me to vegas, baby! or at least to a happier, quieter place... a place i thought was my apartment building.
Subject: Roof work on Habitat Soo Zee
Hi Keity,
I am a tenant in Habitat Soo Zee, and I am extremely upset by the roof work being done on the building. Yes, it is noisy, yes, it starts very early, but most importantly it is being done during finals. This, in my opinion, is unacceptable. You scheduled the work to be done late in November, and for whatever reason it has been postponed until now, when sleep and concentration - both integral for finals - are thwarted by the work being done.
I called the office yesterday, when your staff told me they do not make any plans with regard to USC's schedule. I know you call yourself "The Premier Housing Provider for USC Students", so you must realize that the majority if not all of your tenants go to USC. How can you hope to become the "Premier" if you do not take into account the USC schedule? The schedule is easily knowable, you can find it here: http://www.usc.edu/academics/calendar/, and you will notice that only six days out of every semester are set aside for finals. Can you not also set aside these days to respect the tenants and cease all work being done on buildings?
I believe that stopping the work, and never scheduling work done during finals in the future, is the only option that respects the tenants, whom you admit are all USC students, and hope to become "The Premier Housing Provider for USC Students".
I would like a courtesy email or phone call to let me know you have received and processed this letter, and what you plan to do about respecting USC students' schedule in the future.
Thank you,
Lindy [don't put last name or it pops up on google]
this one's takin me to vegas, baby! or at least to a happier, quieter place... a place i thought was my apartment building.
Monday, December 12, 2005
Sunday, December 11, 2005
love is a strong word
today was like... a trigonometric function.
i was going to say roller coaster, but because time is linear, i have to go with a trigonometric function. it had its ups and down.
down includes but is not limited to: getting a flat on the 10 west on the way to church, pulling over for said flat tire, calling AAA, getting Metro people to come help us, metro people don't have the right tool... neither do AAA people, getting towed off, going to pep boys and they tell us it's a 5 hour wait for a new tire. and by that time it was 12:30
up includes but is not limited to: getting to ride in the car being towed!!! awesome!!! john picking some of us (those w/ plans) up, caroline picking us up in her sweetass convertible at pico and overland, going to a badass arts and crafts bazaar with steve, kristin, lisa, kelsey, talking about if 'love' is too strong a word to apply to fishsticks, and winning a cake in the cake walk.
overall, the day was good. and in about an hour or so i'm gonna try again for church. maybe this time i'll make it.
i was going to say roller coaster, but because time is linear, i have to go with a trigonometric function. it had its ups and down.
down includes but is not limited to: getting a flat on the 10 west on the way to church, pulling over for said flat tire, calling AAA, getting Metro people to come help us, metro people don't have the right tool... neither do AAA people, getting towed off, going to pep boys and they tell us it's a 5 hour wait for a new tire. and by that time it was 12:30
up includes but is not limited to: getting to ride in the car being towed!!! awesome!!! john picking some of us (those w/ plans) up, caroline picking us up in her sweetass convertible at pico and overland, going to a badass arts and crafts bazaar with steve, kristin, lisa, kelsey, talking about if 'love' is too strong a word to apply to fishsticks, and winning a cake in the cake walk.
overall, the day was good. and in about an hour or so i'm gonna try again for church. maybe this time i'll make it.
Friday, December 09, 2005
sweet sister
you know what's bitchin?
i got some energy drink from promotional people as i was leaving the gym and i was like, "eww gross who are you?" because i really hate energy drinks. i am mostly just suspicious of them, because they're like, "we have no calories, only chemicals!!"
BUT
i was reading it as i biked home, and i can totally identify and draw the molecules of like half of those chemicals!! heck yes materials science!! that's the bitchin part.
i got some energy drink from promotional people as i was leaving the gym and i was like, "eww gross who are you?" because i really hate energy drinks. i am mostly just suspicious of them, because they're like, "we have no calories, only chemicals!!"
BUT
i was reading it as i biked home, and i can totally identify and draw the molecules of like half of those chemicals!! heck yes materials science!! that's the bitchin part.
turn around bright eyes
i went with andrew (horning, aka hoho) to see narnia tonight, which by the way is fantastic. but i didn't realize how blatantly religious it is. I mean, i always knew but the entire time hoho and i were like, "oh! call on me! i know i know!" we had our theology hats on.
but the best part i would have to say was when they're going across this river that's quickly melting, so they have to jump from ice piece to ice piece and hoho leans over and he's like, "most extreme elimination challenge!"
because it was. oh, and i have a total crush on the guy who plays peter. he's 15 i bet... but as we all know, i do like the young'ns. (brooke that was for you).
but the best part i would have to say was when they're going across this river that's quickly melting, so they have to jump from ice piece to ice piece and hoho leans over and he's like, "most extreme elimination challenge!"
because it was. oh, and i have a total crush on the guy who plays peter. he's 15 i bet... but as we all know, i do like the young'ns. (brooke that was for you).
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
wanna hear a funny story?
ok, i'll tell you one then.
for the a.g.o. formal, steve invited me and we weren't dates but i was like, "i'm totally getting him a boutonniere" (spelling?) so I went over to cesar's flowers (next to bistango... waaaay ghetto), and I ordered a yellow rose with prettiness around it. On monday afternoon I went to pick it up, and they were like, "oh... yellow rose..." and hadn't made it yet. I even gave them a pick-up time, which I came after! yeah well.
so they come out with this sad yellow rose. It was fresh, it wasn't wilting or anything, but it hadn't opened. It was all closed up. I walked about ten feet out of the door, then i went back in.
"This rose is really... sad... and not open, do you have anything else?"
"What?"
"this rose is really sad and closed up."
"well, it's very fresh!"
"Yeah, but do you have any that aren't as fresh, that are more opened up?"
"well, it will open up... in about a day or do"
"BUT THE DANCE IS TONIGHT!"
yes, i said it. and she looked at me. and i looked at her, and i conceded. I had sounded like a sophomore going to homecoming and there isn't even any dancing at a.g.o. so really i was also a big liar.
i went back to the tat, and laura came over to do my hair and make-up (which looked fantastic by the way, but i wanted less make-up only for my own selfish reasons that i feel more comfortable). then john came over and we were discussing the tragic yellow rose. and john, prophet that he is/isn't, was like, "oh, if you microwave it it'll open up i've heard." and i'm going through it in my head, it sort of makes sense. Molecules gain more energy and separate when heated... why wouldn't rose petal?
genius, thinks I, nuke that thing!
John put it in for about 20 seconds... and I didn't notice too much of a difference. I think cumulatively we heated it for a full minute. no difference made, of course. So I closed its box back up and we walked over to a.g.o. Of course, the heat caused condensation in the box, so it was full of warm water vapor, which got onto the rose. so by the time it got to steve, the top half was all wet and wilty... exactly what i'd wanted to avoid...
i still think he wore it with pride. no one else had a boutonniere. and in a blind world, the man with one eye (and by one eye i mean one sad rose) is KING!
for the a.g.o. formal, steve invited me and we weren't dates but i was like, "i'm totally getting him a boutonniere" (spelling?) so I went over to cesar's flowers (next to bistango... waaaay ghetto), and I ordered a yellow rose with prettiness around it. On monday afternoon I went to pick it up, and they were like, "oh... yellow rose..." and hadn't made it yet. I even gave them a pick-up time, which I came after! yeah well.
so they come out with this sad yellow rose. It was fresh, it wasn't wilting or anything, but it hadn't opened. It was all closed up. I walked about ten feet out of the door, then i went back in.
"This rose is really... sad... and not open, do you have anything else?"
"What?"
"this rose is really sad and closed up."
"well, it's very fresh!"
"Yeah, but do you have any that aren't as fresh, that are more opened up?"
"well, it will open up... in about a day or do"
"BUT THE DANCE IS TONIGHT!"
yes, i said it. and she looked at me. and i looked at her, and i conceded. I had sounded like a sophomore going to homecoming and there isn't even any dancing at a.g.o. so really i was also a big liar.
i went back to the tat, and laura came over to do my hair and make-up (which looked fantastic by the way, but i wanted less make-up only for my own selfish reasons that i feel more comfortable). then john came over and we were discussing the tragic yellow rose. and john, prophet that he is/isn't, was like, "oh, if you microwave it it'll open up i've heard." and i'm going through it in my head, it sort of makes sense. Molecules gain more energy and separate when heated... why wouldn't rose petal?
genius, thinks I, nuke that thing!
John put it in for about 20 seconds... and I didn't notice too much of a difference. I think cumulatively we heated it for a full minute. no difference made, of course. So I closed its box back up and we walked over to a.g.o. Of course, the heat caused condensation in the box, so it was full of warm water vapor, which got onto the rose. so by the time it got to steve, the top half was all wet and wilty... exactly what i'd wanted to avoid...
i still think he wore it with pride. no one else had a boutonniere. and in a blind world, the man with one eye (and by one eye i mean one sad rose) is KING!
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
"pretty good idea" (brian goodwin)
i can't find the lyrics, i think these are them...
I've let these rocks speak for me far too long
and this cold just won't do for me anymore
I'm tired of speech far too common,
drowning out the words I need to hear
In a world so misty
do you think that you could just stay clear?
what do I think
what do I think about dying to myself?
well that sounds like a pretty good idea
I want you to be through me
I want you to breathe through me
I've let these rocks speak for me far too long
and this cold just won't do for me anymore
I'm tired of speech far too common,
drowning out the words I need to hear
In a world so misty
do you think that you could just stay clear?
what do I think
what do I think about dying to myself?
well that sounds like a pretty good idea
I want you to be through me
I want you to breathe through me
I want you to speak through me
I want you to see through me
If there remain any crown upon my head
then I will lay it down at your feet
If there remain any crown upon my head
then I will lay it down at your feet
If there remain any crown upon my head
then I will lay it down at your feet
If there remain any crown upon my head
then I will lay it down at your feet
I want you to breathe through me
I want you to be through me
I want you to speak through me
I want you to see through me
I've let these rocks speak for me far too long
and this cold just won't do for me anymore
I'm tired of speech far too common,
drowning out the words I need to hear
In a world so misty
do you think that you could just stay clear?
what do I think
what do I think about dying to myself?
well that sounds like a pretty good idea
I want you to be through me
I want you to breathe through me
I've let these rocks speak for me far too long
and this cold just won't do for me anymore
I'm tired of speech far too common,
drowning out the words I need to hear
In a world so misty
do you think that you could just stay clear?
what do I think
what do I think about dying to myself?
well that sounds like a pretty good idea
I want you to be through me
I want you to breathe through me
I want you to speak through me
I want you to see through me
If there remain any crown upon my head
then I will lay it down at your feet
If there remain any crown upon my head
then I will lay it down at your feet
If there remain any crown upon my head
then I will lay it down at your feet
If there remain any crown upon my head
then I will lay it down at your feet
I want you to breathe through me
I want you to be through me
I want you to speak through me
I want you to see through me
splash zone
dear a.g.o.,
I love you. Again. I know I've told you in the past, but for reals. Love. From my heart to your root beer kegged, christmas decorated frat house. I mean it. I'd send flowers if that weren't so... faux pas.
love (BUT SERIOUSLY),
lindy
I love you. Again. I know I've told you in the past, but for reals. Love. From my heart to your root beer kegged, christmas decorated frat house. I mean it. I'd send flowers if that weren't so... faux pas.
love (BUT SERIOUSLY),
lindy
Friday, December 02, 2005
you may not squeeze my business
this is why brooke and i are friends:
1. we love trader joe's
2. we know all the sweet spots of the trader joe's frozen food aisle
3. we know to use paper, not plastic
4. we know to single bag, instead of wasting paper
oh that and our love of ashlee simpson. yesssssss
1. we love trader joe's
2. we know all the sweet spots of the trader joe's frozen food aisle
3. we know to use paper, not plastic
4. we know to single bag, instead of wasting paper
oh that and our love of ashlee simpson. yesssssss
beautiful as you feel
i was in a campus cruiser coming home tonight, and it was full, but it was all people who didn't know each other. so we were sitting at a red light, all silent because it's 1 a.m. and none of us is drunk, so no one's really talking. then this commercial comes on. "Isn't it amazing the difference one week can make? Last week, my toenails were so thick and yellow, but I started using Dr. Scholl's fungus treatment-" and then i bust out laughing. because we were trying to not be awkward, and intently listening to some fungus treatment commercial to keep from having to strike up conversation. which is sick, but comical. sickly comical.
then we were all snickering, and our driver changed the station. and i arrived home safely. it was a good end to the night.
then we were all snickering, and our driver changed the station. and i arrived home safely. it was a good end to the night.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
ophelia
didn't dream.
but you know that HABIT (the one i'm gonna get from the NUNNERY where i'm GOING because i have no HUSBAND) will come in handy. it's been so cold lately.
but seriously, though, i treat myself well with or without some guy. so there. don't tell me i'm going to make a great housewife someday because i make a mean hamburger helper... i make a mean hamburger helper for ME, so there. but yes i am lonely. no hunky dream husband for lindy.
but you know that HABIT (the one i'm gonna get from the NUNNERY where i'm GOING because i have no HUSBAND) will come in handy. it's been so cold lately.
but seriously, though, i treat myself well with or without some guy. so there. don't tell me i'm going to make a great housewife someday because i make a mean hamburger helper... i make a mean hamburger helper for ME, so there. but yes i am lonely. no hunky dream husband for lindy.
mmkay
so becca, conquerer of worlds, who is studying abroad in heidelberg this semester, says today (well, yesterday technically, tuesday) is st. andrew's day and there's a tradition that if you sleep naked, you'll dream of your future husband.
now, i don't send on chain mail, or put stupid things on my a.i.m. profile (well, it's stupid, but they're not stupid things i get from other people. i make up my stupid stuff all on my own thankyouverymuch), but i am totally buying into this. nakey time for lindy!
and apparently i'm the only girl in my bible study comfortable enough with my body to do that? what's up with that? it's only you and the sheets, no one's going to freak out! plus, i have a loft bed, no chance of flashing anybody (and by anybody i mean my roommate).
and i'll let you know how it goes.
now, i don't send on chain mail, or put stupid things on my a.i.m. profile (well, it's stupid, but they're not stupid things i get from other people. i make up my stupid stuff all on my own thankyouverymuch), but i am totally buying into this. nakey time for lindy!
and apparently i'm the only girl in my bible study comfortable enough with my body to do that? what's up with that? it's only you and the sheets, no one's going to freak out! plus, i have a loft bed, no chance of flashing anybody (and by anybody i mean my roommate).
and i'll let you know how it goes.
Monday, November 28, 2005
lemme break it down til i force the issue
as soon as I got back to l.a., i realized I have to do laundry. so after calc today i went over to leavey (library) to get some quarters from the secret quarter machine (NOT SO SECRET NOW!). I unfolded and smoothed out my dollar bills, fed them to the machine, and quarters came trickling out. and my first though (i'm not even kidding) was, "OH! HEY LOOK, QUARTERS! I ought to save these so i can use them for laundry some time!"
but at least my loss of short term memory brings me joy and excitement.
but at least my loss of short term memory brings me joy and excitement.
Sunday, November 27, 2005
love for me
today brooke and i drove back to l.a. we left menlo park around 11:45 and crusied down the 101, we were joyously listening to kelly clarkson when we stopped at casa de fruta for bathrooms and malt balls.
AND THEN WE DID CHINESE FIRE DRILLS ON I-5
I-5? you say, I-5? Don't you go like 90 miles an hour on I-5?
NO. YOU DON'T. it was stop and go... but at least not by cowschwitz (smelly cows by coalinga). then i might have gone crazy and actually died. but no, i'm safe. i just went insane while i rode my brakes through the central valley.
AND THEN WE DID CHINESE FIRE DRILLS ON I-5
I-5? you say, I-5? Don't you go like 90 miles an hour on I-5?
NO. YOU DON'T. it was stop and go... but at least not by cowschwitz (smelly cows by coalinga). then i might have gone crazy and actually died. but no, i'm safe. i just went insane while i rode my brakes through the central valley.
Friday, November 25, 2005
loverly
the turkey was spectacular, brooke salivated over sweet potatoes and marshmallows. I bought 7even jeans for... wait for it... THIRTY DOLLARS! yes i am amazing.
then i got home and decided to bake cookies for a party. foul #1: yeah we have loads of pie why am i baking? #2: yeah the party's tomorrow i'm stupid.
ANYHOW. i rolled them and placed them on this cookie sheet with holes. little holes. like, mesh looking. and i've made cookies in it before... right? correction: i've made cookies in it before with wax paper between.
and the cookies essentially dripped through. it was like a spaghetti machine. i pulled the remains out, and not enough dough has disappeared that i suspected, but i saw little pellets at the bottom of the oven and i was like, "some poor sucker..." I realized the fault was mine when I tried to take the cookies off and they were stuck to the sheet through the holes (if that makes any sense). So i took a nap and cleaned the oven. not quite how i like to spend my vacation...
norcal is cold, and no i am NOT a wuss for thinking so. despite what you may have heard.
then i got home and decided to bake cookies for a party. foul #1: yeah we have loads of pie why am i baking? #2: yeah the party's tomorrow i'm stupid.
ANYHOW. i rolled them and placed them on this cookie sheet with holes. little holes. like, mesh looking. and i've made cookies in it before... right? correction: i've made cookies in it before with wax paper between.
and the cookies essentially dripped through. it was like a spaghetti machine. i pulled the remains out, and not enough dough has disappeared that i suspected, but i saw little pellets at the bottom of the oven and i was like, "some poor sucker..." I realized the fault was mine when I tried to take the cookies off and they were stuck to the sheet through the holes (if that makes any sense). So i took a nap and cleaned the oven. not quite how i like to spend my vacation...
norcal is cold, and no i am NOT a wuss for thinking so. despite what you may have heard.
Monday, November 21, 2005
csci test tomorrow?
you know when you're at the end of your shampoo bottle so you keep it upside down so what's left will be at the bottom, but eventually you squeeze it and all you get is air and little bubbles of what's left in there? i am that shampoo/bottle. and i may or may not make it to thanksgiving.
i also made the decision to hold out until thanksgiving to do laundry. i was supposed to do it this weekend... then today... but my underwear count says all systems go! i ain't paying $6.75 to do it here, bitches.
AND: Jimmy Eat World is playing here next thursday (I KNOW! I KNOW!), which is the night of my last art class. I cannot go to that art class. I MUST think of an excuse to get out of it... any ideas?
i also made the decision to hold out until thanksgiving to do laundry. i was supposed to do it this weekend... then today... but my underwear count says all systems go! i ain't paying $6.75 to do it here, bitches.
AND: Jimmy Eat World is playing here next thursday (I KNOW! I KNOW!), which is the night of my last art class. I cannot go to that art class. I MUST think of an excuse to get out of it... any ideas?
Sunday, November 20, 2005
listen up
preface: laura (john's girlfriend) went to norcal to look at stanford and berkeley law school. so my mom sent some stuff back with her for myself and john.
so this morning i sat in my living room, watching t.v., eating pumpkin bread, and drinking pellegrino that i stole/got from john.
i want norcal. i swear, thanksgiving seems farther and farther away every day.
so this morning i sat in my living room, watching t.v., eating pumpkin bread, and drinking pellegrino that i stole/got from john.
i want norcal. i swear, thanksgiving seems farther and farther away every day.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
rollerflakes
last night we went to disneyland! and it was amazing! we = kacie, brooke, me, and kacie's friend dawn met us there but we didn't hang out very much. space mountain was AMAZING. and i got totally freaked out on indiana jones. note to self: never sit in the driver seat (front left). brooke got SOAKED on splash mountain (like... full frontal soakage. the likes of which i have never seen before), and we ate a really good cookie ice cream sandwich. it is DEFINITELY the happiest place on earth.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
treat williams
today i wasn't assertive. and the entire time i was like, "i should say something." I knew i was tired and anything I said would sound like i was upset... but i'm mostly upset that i didn't say anything.
my bike pedal was broken so i took it to get fixed and the guy basically tried to press it back together (the plastic-y part had gotten off the axle) and i was like, "yeah i don't think that's how it came off in the first place, and trying to push it back together isn't helping, it's only warping the pedal." but he kept trying. until finally the metal part was so bent he couldn't do anything about it. then a new pedal wouldn't go on. so i bought entirely new pedals. yeah it was like $6...
but at the same time i just should have told him to stop messing up the pedal and try something more intelligent. for instance, disassembling it and putting it back together. using an identical pedal from the shop as an example.
as my mom would say, "it is obvious that he's not an engineer."
and it's obvious that i'm a wimp who needs to be more assertive when I'm tired.
my bike pedal was broken so i took it to get fixed and the guy basically tried to press it back together (the plastic-y part had gotten off the axle) and i was like, "yeah i don't think that's how it came off in the first place, and trying to push it back together isn't helping, it's only warping the pedal." but he kept trying. until finally the metal part was so bent he couldn't do anything about it. then a new pedal wouldn't go on. so i bought entirely new pedals. yeah it was like $6...
but at the same time i just should have told him to stop messing up the pedal and try something more intelligent. for instance, disassembling it and putting it back together. using an identical pedal from the shop as an example.
as my mom would say, "it is obvious that he's not an engineer."
and it's obvious that i'm a wimp who needs to be more assertive when I'm tired.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
checks and balances
i had somewhat of an epiphany during art tonight. and by epiphany i mean my thinking that ended up somewhere productive and true, not something convoluted and wrong.
i am BLESSED. i am THANKFUL. and the only way that i can stay how i am, happy with my life and being put to good use by god is to be thankful. i wish i would explain it better. i wish i'd written/painted it all out on my practice pad. but i didn't... i was drawing wisteria.
and i can't function without the things i have: my family, my friends, my intellect and ability to reason. but i can't live without being thanksful for these things, and acknowledging them for what they are. i want to live in truth. i have to seek the truth. i have to acknowledge the truth.
truth: god is good. he is good to me and he is good to you. and his love allows his grace. and i'm covered and surrounded by both.
thank you for my family. thank you for my mom and the godly woman that she is. thank you for giving me an example. i never thought i wanted to be like her until i realized that she is her own person only because of you.
thank you for my friends. thank you for giving me people who hold the same beliefs, who can reflect and strengthen my faith. thank you all my friends, regardless of what they believe about the world, that they are funny and love me and i love them back. thank you for putting me with them.
thank you for my economic position. seriously. thank you. thank you for keeping me close when i start to drift or willingly paddle away. thank you for taking me back even when i told you that's the last thing i wanted.
thank you for my intelligence. and thank you for being with me there. thank you for being all around me. thank you for your word and your faithfulness. thank you for everything. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.
thank you for being a god who gives and gives. thank you that i will continue to say 'thank you' as long as i live and breathe. thank you for that knowledge. thank you.
EDIT: ok this is why it came up. i know how to write a virus, i learned in my like 8th week of programming class. and i know all these ways to kill myself and others from materials science (everything is either toxic or carcinogenic it seems...) and i know a lot of other people know how to do those things. but we don't. and everytime i'm thinking mean thoughts i'm like, "no. i am thankful for the world. and for my being here. i'm not going to ruin that." so being thankful keeps me in check and reminds me what's really going.
i am BLESSED. i am THANKFUL. and the only way that i can stay how i am, happy with my life and being put to good use by god is to be thankful. i wish i would explain it better. i wish i'd written/painted it all out on my practice pad. but i didn't... i was drawing wisteria.
and i can't function without the things i have: my family, my friends, my intellect and ability to reason. but i can't live without being thanksful for these things, and acknowledging them for what they are. i want to live in truth. i have to seek the truth. i have to acknowledge the truth.
truth: god is good. he is good to me and he is good to you. and his love allows his grace. and i'm covered and surrounded by both.
thank you for my family. thank you for my mom and the godly woman that she is. thank you for giving me an example. i never thought i wanted to be like her until i realized that she is her own person only because of you.
thank you for my friends. thank you for giving me people who hold the same beliefs, who can reflect and strengthen my faith. thank you all my friends, regardless of what they believe about the world, that they are funny and love me and i love them back. thank you for putting me with them.
thank you for my economic position. seriously. thank you. thank you for keeping me close when i start to drift or willingly paddle away. thank you for taking me back even when i told you that's the last thing i wanted.
thank you for my intelligence. and thank you for being with me there. thank you for being all around me. thank you for your word and your faithfulness. thank you for everything. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.
thank you for being a god who gives and gives. thank you that i will continue to say 'thank you' as long as i live and breathe. thank you for that knowledge. thank you.
EDIT: ok this is why it came up. i know how to write a virus, i learned in my like 8th week of programming class. and i know all these ways to kill myself and others from materials science (everything is either toxic or carcinogenic it seems...) and i know a lot of other people know how to do those things. but we don't. and everytime i'm thinking mean thoughts i'm like, "no. i am thankful for the world. and for my being here. i'm not going to ruin that." so being thankful keeps me in check and reminds me what's really going.
segmentation fault
anyone who doesn't believe that girls synchronize is a stupid poo-head lump.
and anyone who doesn't recognize that i am simply the victim of circumstance and misplaced hormones has no soul.
and anyone who doesn't recognize that i am simply the victim of circumstance and misplaced hormones has no soul.
Monday, November 14, 2005
timely notice
is it just me or do the crime reports seem to be getting more during daylight hours, and closer to my apartment? what happened to 3 a.m. on scarff? now it's 3 p.m. on 30th... *locks deadbolt*
Sunday, November 13, 2005
ho ho ho
my mom's side of the family always sends out a newsletter. we're way techy apparently, and put it on a website. and we have a gift exchange lined up, so i was perusing my cousin sam's christmas list deciding what to get him.
i would also like to point out that length of christmas list has an inverse relationship with age. while sam's list had 18 items, (though, in his defense, 'money' and 'dirt bike' were both listed twice), mine had 6 or 7, my dad's had three items:
Long sleeve canvas or twill shirt, button down, XL
Tweed cap 7 ¼
Electric staple gun
i don't know... just thought the combo was wierd. especially thinking about how the above items could be used simultaneously... i'll leave you to it.
i would also like to point out that length of christmas list has an inverse relationship with age. while sam's list had 18 items, (though, in his defense, 'money' and 'dirt bike' were both listed twice), mine had 6 or 7, my dad's had three items:
Long sleeve canvas or twill shirt, button down, XL
Tweed cap 7 ¼
Electric staple gun
i don't know... just thought the combo was wierd. especially thinking about how the above items could be used simultaneously... i'll leave you to it.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
things i have learned today
i'm sure there will be more.
#1: it is possible to have a bitch fight over email. one cutting line at a time.
#2: i truly cannot pick out produce.
#3: pears from a can taste... metallic... and degrading.
#4: "a nasty incident happened last year when somebody forgot the melting point of aluminum" (oh yes materials science)
#1: it is possible to have a bitch fight over email. one cutting line at a time.
#2: i truly cannot pick out produce.
#3: pears from a can taste... metallic... and degrading.
#4: "a nasty incident happened last year when somebody forgot the melting point of aluminum" (oh yes materials science)
vanilla
either someone's burning a ginerbread scented candle at a close proximity.... OR I'VE CAUGHT THE CHRISTMAS FEVER!!
move over thanksgiving!! i'm ready for the CHRISTMAS!!!
(such fools you are that believe in more than 4 hours of sleep per night...)
move over thanksgiving!! i'm ready for the CHRISTMAS!!!
(such fools you are that believe in more than 4 hours of sleep per night...)
hm
it's almost 4... i'm wondering if it's worth it to go to bed or just stay up all night. see this is why i don't trust my judgment late at night. (for example, walking home at 3:30 a.m. ...)
Monday, November 07, 2005
you owe me nothing in return
i went to my masc discussion at 3:30, but the TA hadn't picked up the midterm, so she decided to go over the midterm, but no one knew what they got wrong (though, guessing from my score of 45, i'd say it's "all of them"), so i just left. and i rode by heritage hall where song girl tryouts are starting in 7 minutes.
they are all beautiful
i am not beautiful
and they all have long hair that they can wear down because it still looks good
i cannot wear my hair down without its clinging to my face and looking gross
they were all skinny
i am not skinny
and they had those spandexy dance pants
i don't own spandexy dance pants
which they can all wear with confidence
i can't pull off spandexy dance pants
i'll never be a song girl.
they are all beautiful
i am not beautiful
and they all have long hair that they can wear down because it still looks good
i cannot wear my hair down without its clinging to my face and looking gross
they were all skinny
i am not skinny
and they had those spandexy dance pants
i don't own spandexy dance pants
which they can all wear with confidence
i can't pull off spandexy dance pants
i'll never be a song girl.
Sunday, November 06, 2005
it's bucky time
john came over for lunch. actually i ate some lunch and he read the paper and we talked about girlfriends and how our extended family makes fun of me because i don't have a boyfriend. then he took a get fuzzy book and went on his merry way.
this morning i went to bel air and i had a cute outfit, but it was sort of cold so half-way through the sermon i put my sweater on, and you know how it's always awkward trying to put on a sweater (like, one that zips up in the front) when you're sitting down. and the lady behind me pulled the hood up so it was easier. maybe that sounds wierd when it's written down, but it was awesome. i love you old lady. and thank you god (but literally, thank you, God) that i'm going to bel air where i have wonderful people i don't know who help me put me sweater on. thank you thank you thank you.
this morning i went to bel air and i had a cute outfit, but it was sort of cold so half-way through the sermon i put my sweater on, and you know how it's always awkward trying to put on a sweater (like, one that zips up in the front) when you're sitting down. and the lady behind me pulled the hood up so it was easier. maybe that sounds wierd when it's written down, but it was awesome. i love you old lady. and thank you god (but literally, thank you, God) that i'm going to bel air where i have wonderful people i don't know who help me put me sweater on. thank you thank you thank you.
Saturday, November 05, 2005
hang on sloopy
after i found out that i got a 45 on my masc midterm, i decided it was time to get out of my apartment. so i took my bike out and eventually ended up at the new 3-2. i'm sure it has a name, but... for now it's the new 3-2. and i love it. it's so clean, and the produce is definitely edible.
i don't really know how to pick out produce. my dad is really good at it, and brooke said once some bum outside trader joe's told her that watermelons that sound hollow when you hit them are the best. who knows. either way i can't pick out produce.
but i really wanted apples, and i was willing to risk it. i found the ones that look like the kind i like (fuji? maybe?) and would pick one out, look at it as if i knew what i was looking for, and put it in my bag, as if the apple had passed the test. i haven't tested them yet, though... so i don't know if i succeeded.
i also made awesome gingerbread cookies (from a mix, are you kidding?) and yes, you can totally have some.
i don't really know how to pick out produce. my dad is really good at it, and brooke said once some bum outside trader joe's told her that watermelons that sound hollow when you hit them are the best. who knows. either way i can't pick out produce.
but i really wanted apples, and i was willing to risk it. i found the ones that look like the kind i like (fuji? maybe?) and would pick one out, look at it as if i knew what i was looking for, and put it in my bag, as if the apple had passed the test. i haven't tested them yet, though... so i don't know if i succeeded.
i also made awesome gingerbread cookies (from a mix, are you kidding?) and yes, you can totally have some.
Friday, November 04, 2005
snort
today was good... overall. math midterm = ok. masc midterm = crap on a crap cracker. jep application = good. i feel confident.
ERIC VISITING = AWESOME. i love eric i love eric i love eric. and then ben called! i love ben i love ben i love ben. then they went to azusa and i couldn't because of the work i have to do. i hate work i hate work i hate work.
my posts no longer make sense. i should sleep some time. maybe. just a thought.
ERIC VISITING = AWESOME. i love eric i love eric i love eric. and then ben called! i love ben i love ben i love ben. then they went to azusa and i couldn't because of the work i have to do. i hate work i hate work i hate work.
my posts no longer make sense. i should sleep some time. maybe. just a thought.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
"Hymn" (Jars of Clay)
okay, first i apologize for all the pms-ness that has been plaguing this blog. i feel a lot better today. but hey, i'm moody so watch out.
second, huzzah for andrew at ago/whoever picked this out because i love this song. even if i don't understand all of it.
Oh refuge of my hardened heart
Oh fast pursuing lover come
As angels dance around your throne
My life by captured fare you own
Not siilhouette of trodden faith
Nor death shall not my steps be guide
I''ll pirouette upon mine grave
For in your path I'll run and hide
Oh gaze of love so melt my pride
That I may in your house but kneel
And in my brokenness to cry
Spring worship unto thee
When beauty breaks the spell of pain
The bludgeoned heart shall burst in vain
But now when love be pointed king
And truth shall thee forever reign
Sweet Jesus carry me away
From col of night and dust of day
In ragged hour or salt worn eye
Be my desire, my well sprung lye
second, huzzah for andrew at ago/whoever picked this out because i love this song. even if i don't understand all of it.
Oh refuge of my hardened heart
Oh fast pursuing lover come
As angels dance around your throne
My life by captured fare you own
Not siilhouette of trodden faith
Nor death shall not my steps be guide
I''ll pirouette upon mine grave
For in your path I'll run and hide
Oh gaze of love so melt my pride
That I may in your house but kneel
And in my brokenness to cry
Spring worship unto thee
When beauty breaks the spell of pain
The bludgeoned heart shall burst in vain
But now when love be pointed king
And truth shall thee forever reign
Sweet Jesus carry me away
From col of night and dust of day
In ragged hour or salt worn eye
Be my desire, my well sprung lye
please
would people just be ruled by reason alone for a while? i'm not asking for much. maybe just one day. and then people would realize how wonderful it is. reason. just think about it. then start respecting my time!!
i'm pissed and it's almost 2 in the morning. gosh DARN you menstruation!! and i know these thoughts don't make sense.
i'm pissed and it's almost 2 in the morning. gosh DARN you menstruation!! and i know these thoughts don't make sense.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
sorry
that last post was fun, but very profane. i'm sorry.
but next time i think i can ride a bike in a skirt, i should practice first! before flashing a good portion of the usc student body!! in my defense, when i bought the bike i promised brooke i'd ride it with a skirt on and flash everybody. oh how cruel is irony.
but next time i think i can ride a bike in a skirt, i should practice first! before flashing a good portion of the usc student body!! in my defense, when i bought the bike i promised brooke i'd ride it with a skirt on and flash everybody. oh how cruel is irony.
i'm gonna swear so cover your eyes
dear street closures,
fuck you.
love,
me
dear arrays,
fuck you.
love,
me
dear TA's who know we haven't had a lecture on arrays and expect us to write a program about them in lab,
fuck you.
love,
me
dear riding a bike with a skirt on,
fuck you
love,
me
dear 2 midterms a paper a program and a job application this week,
fuck you
love,
me
dear everything ever,
FUCK YOU.
love,
me
dear lindy,
haha in your face. you're pissed and breaking out and can't do a thing about it.
love,
your period
fuck you.
love,
me
dear arrays,
fuck you.
love,
me
dear TA's who know we haven't had a lecture on arrays and expect us to write a program about them in lab,
fuck you.
love,
me
dear riding a bike with a skirt on,
fuck you
love,
me
dear 2 midterms a paper a program and a job application this week,
fuck you
love,
me
dear everything ever,
FUCK YOU.
love,
me
dear lindy,
haha in your face. you're pissed and breaking out and can't do a thing about it.
love,
your period
Monday, October 31, 2005
potty mouth/mind
ok. today we did a lab in materials science entitled "hardness characterization". The following words can be found many times in the lab manual, and in my lab report:
hardness
penetration
tool
penetration tool
penetration force
and not one giggle. not one stifled laugh. not even from me!!
well played, boys of engineering. well played indeed.
hardness
penetration
tool
penetration tool
penetration force
and not one giggle. not one stifled laugh. not even from me!!
well played, boys of engineering. well played indeed.
Sunday, October 30, 2005
template
i have to write a resume for a job application, and i'm realizing that all the stuff i did in high school doesn't really matter. i was class president, i was althletic rep, i was whatever this that and the other that reflect my person.
and i don't feel good that i have no college-y things to put on it other than interning this past summer, and j.e.p., and i can't put ultimate anymore.
what were you doing last year, lindy?
taking myself too seriously to do anything i really cared about.
somebody asked me today what i want most in life. i realized about 3 minutes ago that it's to be surrounded by love. last year i was surrounded by emptiness with little pieces of myself and my own pride and self-importance floating by. that really sucked. this week i'm surrounded by: a paper, a job application, 2 midterms, a computer program. how am i supposed to work with that?
and i don't feel good that i have no college-y things to put on it other than interning this past summer, and j.e.p., and i can't put ultimate anymore.
what were you doing last year, lindy?
taking myself too seriously to do anything i really cared about.
somebody asked me today what i want most in life. i realized about 3 minutes ago that it's to be surrounded by love. last year i was surrounded by emptiness with little pieces of myself and my own pride and self-importance floating by. that really sucked. this week i'm surrounded by: a paper, a job application, 2 midterms, a computer program. how am i supposed to work with that?
Saturday, October 29, 2005
i got a new bike, too!
no i did not just watch that tia and tamera mowery movie on disney channel...
Thursday, October 27, 2005
au contraire
i don't really regret the things i didn't do... because i don't know what they are.
but i'm sorry for some of the things i have done. [insert public apology here, especially to maddy]
apology accepted?
but i'm sorry for some of the things i have done. [insert public apology here, especially to maddy]
apology accepted?
this is not a test
a friendly reminder: daylight savings time ends on sunday.
that means we set our clocks back an hour- we gain an hour!! saturday. midnight. you know what to do.
that means we set our clocks back an hour- we gain an hour!! saturday. midnight. you know what to do.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
back in the saddle again
ok, so i sort of lied on the BET one. that stuff happened to my roommate. but, you know, dramatic effect. whatever. the l.a.p.d. one is my crowning acheivement.
Hi BET,
My name is Lindy, I'm a tenant in an apartment building directly across from the Shrine Auditorium where you held BET 25 Strong earlier this evening. First, let me say I prefer this awards show so much more over the Emmy's simply because you were more respectful of those who live around the Shrine. For instance, I could still take Shrine Place to get to campus (I'm a student at USC) even while most of the set up was taking place. Thank you so much for that, I cannot say the same for the Emmy's or other large events.
However, you did not inform the neighbors about street closures. Street closures are extremely inconvenient for us, but what is even worse is that fact that we don't know about it. I, along with others, are happy to rearrange our schedules for one or two nights to fit your schedule. But when I arrived at my apartment about a half an hour ago - or rather, tried to - I was forced to park much farther away from campus and walk to my apartment. The police officer on duty told me I would only be able to access my parking structure after 1 a.m. I do not need to remind you about the neighborhood around USC, suffice to say I do not enjoy walking alone late at night. However, the point is that you must inform neighbors about street closures.
I'm very disappointed that you have reserved part of the LAPD to help ensure that your even goes smoothly, but do not tell the neighbors that their evenings may be extremely inconvenienced or interrupted by the discovery that we can't get back to our homes. Please remedy this, and be an example for other awards shows and events at the Shrine. I would also like a courtesy email or phone call letting me know you've received and processed this letter.
Thank you very much,
Lindy Liggett
[my phone number, which i don't really want to put online]
Hi LAPD,
My name is Lindy, I'm a student at USC, tenant of an apartment across from the Shrine Auditorium, and unfortunate victim of street closures. Or rather, unfortunate victim of not knowing about these street closures.
I understand that street closures are necessary for many public events such as awards shows or marathons. But respect for those affected is also imperative. I, my roommates, and those who live around me, are willing to rearrange our schedules if we know certain streets will be closed. However, no one informs us, and I feel that you - as enforcers of these street closures - also assume the responsibility of informing neighbors. I also feel that students and neighbors would be more respectful of your officers if we knew about the street closures in advance.
Most importantly, I feel very disrespected and disregarded when I discover that I can't return to my apartment. Either you or the organization putting on the event (Emmy's, BET, vh1, etc.) must inform neighbors about street closures. Please send me a courtesy e-mail or phone call to verify that you have received and processed this letter.
Thank you very much,
Lindy Liggett
[phone number]
Hi BET,
My name is Lindy, I'm a tenant in an apartment building directly across from the Shrine Auditorium where you held BET 25 Strong earlier this evening. First, let me say I prefer this awards show so much more over the Emmy's simply because you were more respectful of those who live around the Shrine. For instance, I could still take Shrine Place to get to campus (I'm a student at USC) even while most of the set up was taking place. Thank you so much for that, I cannot say the same for the Emmy's or other large events.
However, you did not inform the neighbors about street closures. Street closures are extremely inconvenient for us, but what is even worse is that fact that we don't know about it. I, along with others, are happy to rearrange our schedules for one or two nights to fit your schedule. But when I arrived at my apartment about a half an hour ago - or rather, tried to - I was forced to park much farther away from campus and walk to my apartment. The police officer on duty told me I would only be able to access my parking structure after 1 a.m. I do not need to remind you about the neighborhood around USC, suffice to say I do not enjoy walking alone late at night. However, the point is that you must inform neighbors about street closures.
I'm very disappointed that you have reserved part of the LAPD to help ensure that your even goes smoothly, but do not tell the neighbors that their evenings may be extremely inconvenienced or interrupted by the discovery that we can't get back to our homes. Please remedy this, and be an example for other awards shows and events at the Shrine. I would also like a courtesy email or phone call letting me know you've received and processed this letter.
Thank you very much,
Lindy Liggett
[my phone number, which i don't really want to put online]
Hi LAPD,
My name is Lindy, I'm a student at USC, tenant of an apartment across from the Shrine Auditorium, and unfortunate victim of street closures. Or rather, unfortunate victim of not knowing about these street closures.
I understand that street closures are necessary for many public events such as awards shows or marathons. But respect for those affected is also imperative. I, my roommates, and those who live around me, are willing to rearrange our schedules if we know certain streets will be closed. However, no one informs us, and I feel that you - as enforcers of these street closures - also assume the responsibility of informing neighbors. I also feel that students and neighbors would be more respectful of your officers if we knew about the street closures in advance.
Most importantly, I feel very disrespected and disregarded when I discover that I can't return to my apartment. Either you or the organization putting on the event (Emmy's, BET, vh1, etc.) must inform neighbors about street closures. Please send me a courtesy e-mail or phone call to verify that you have received and processed this letter.
Thank you very much,
Lindy Liggett
[phone number]
white entertainment television
the BET awards are going on. i think. i thought they were on nov. 1 but there's all these limos and black people outside. which makes me think... it's right now. (sorry if the 'black people' offended someone. there are also white people, like me walking back to my apartment, or security people. or staff possibly.)
but it's not too bad. the emmy's blocked off the street for like a week beforehand and a week after the awards. which was wretched. BET just began setting stuff up on monday and the road was blocked off this afternoon.
but, to be honest, i'd feel a little better about the street's being blocked off if i knew kanye was there. oh, kanye... for reals. kanye, you can block off the street for 2 weeks... all for yourself! i don't even care! all i want is some kanye. SHOW ME THE KANYE!! and then i'll love the BET and their awards forever.
actually, when they were setting up it felt like every G-unit music video had been airlifted and dumped outside my apartment. either that or a large percentage of gang affiliates in the los angeles area. it was intense.
but it's not too bad. the emmy's blocked off the street for like a week beforehand and a week after the awards. which was wretched. BET just began setting stuff up on monday and the road was blocked off this afternoon.
but, to be honest, i'd feel a little better about the street's being blocked off if i knew kanye was there. oh, kanye... for reals. kanye, you can block off the street for 2 weeks... all for yourself! i don't even care! all i want is some kanye. SHOW ME THE KANYE!! and then i'll love the BET and their awards forever.
actually, when they were setting up it felt like every G-unit music video had been airlifted and dumped outside my apartment. either that or a large percentage of gang affiliates in the los angeles area. it was intense.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
some things you never get used to
i was in a bad mood.
then i was in a foul-ass mood.
then i went to bible study.
then i went to a.g.o.
and now i'm feeling a little better. so i'm going to the library.
then i was in a foul-ass mood.
then i went to bible study.
then i went to a.g.o.
and now i'm feeling a little better. so i'm going to the library.
Monday, October 24, 2005
39 1/2 foot pole
i just got an email from my j.e.p. p.a. that wrote my name as... drum roll please... LINDSAY LIGGIT.
i am going to go crazy. seriously. HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN??? i write my own name on all my journals, at least use the name printed when you get an email from me!!
right now i'm on edge and totally pissed off, but i'm also so lethargic and depressed. and i don't get it. p.m.s.? first trimester of a virgin birth? what's up with me? i don't get it. i'm gonna go eat some more cookie dough and journal about it. like the fatso soon-to-be-cat-lady that i am (p.s. i hate cats)
i am going to go crazy. seriously. HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN??? i write my own name on all my journals, at least use the name printed when you get an email from me!!
right now i'm on edge and totally pissed off, but i'm also so lethargic and depressed. and i don't get it. p.m.s.? first trimester of a virgin birth? what's up with me? i don't get it. i'm gonna go eat some more cookie dough and journal about it. like the fatso soon-to-be-cat-lady that i am (p.s. i hate cats)
rational is my middle name
they made me take off my shoes and belt to go through the metal detector at s.j.c. so i didn't put them back on. and walked around shoeless and probably flashing people in silent protest!
then i was talking to perky on the phone and admitted that i have been wearing the same clothes for the past 48 hours or so. the girl in the seat next to me slowly moved away...
then i was talking to perky on the phone and admitted that i have been wearing the same clothes for the past 48 hours or so. the girl in the seat next to me slowly moved away...
Sunday, October 23, 2005
capote
before i left i told brooke i'd bring her back something you can only find in northern california. my mom told me i should bring "dead grass because southern california is taking all of our water." touche, mom. but i was actually thinking of bringing her something frilly and overpriced from draeger's.
EDIT: i then asked john what he thought i should get. he promptly replied "class". ba-ZING!
then i decided i'd get her a "save kepler's" t-shirt or something. And i never thought i'd speak against kepler's, but i went there to look around and find said t-shirt. there is in fact a t-shirt. and it says: "Follow me to Kepler's. Our bookstore." and it was $35.
no wonder they're in and out of business. elitest turds.
EDIT: i then asked john what he thought i should get. he promptly replied "class". ba-ZING!
then i decided i'd get her a "save kepler's" t-shirt or something. And i never thought i'd speak against kepler's, but i went there to look around and find said t-shirt. there is in fact a t-shirt. and it says: "Follow me to Kepler's. Our bookstore." and it was $35.
no wonder they're in and out of business. elitest turds.
Friday, October 21, 2005
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
snot rocket
scouter and i walked back from campus (we live in the same apartment building). he told me all about calc 2 and integrating by parts and stuff. then he stuck his earbuds (from ipod) up his nose, and told me that if he plugged his ears, he could actually hear the music.
so now i'm in my room, still a little skeptical, slightly amused, and thoroughly disgusted.
so now i'm in my room, still a little skeptical, slightly amused, and thoroughly disgusted.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
boom dee-ada
i love the mountains
i love the rolling hills
i love the daisies
i love ORGANIC CHEMISTRY
it wasn't as bad as i thought it would be! i'd even say i enjoyed it! whoa.
i love the rolling hills
i love the daisies
i love ORGANIC CHEMISTRY
it wasn't as bad as i thought it would be! i'd even say i enjoyed it! whoa.
Monday, October 17, 2005
"I Feel Pretty" (West Side Story)
[Maria]
I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty, and witty and gay,
And I pity
Any girl who isn't me today.
I feel charming,
Oh, so charming--
It's alarming how charming I feel,
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I'm real.
See the pretty girl in that mirror there:
Who can that attractive girl be?
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!
I feel stunning
And entrancing--
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!
[Rosalia, Consuelo, Francisca]
Have you met my good friend Maria,
The craziest girl on the block?
You'll know her the minuete you see her--
She's the one who is in an advanced
State of shock.
She thinks she's in love.
She thinks she's in Spain.
She isn't in love,
She's merely insane.
It must be the heat
Or some rare disease
Or too much to eaet,
Or maybe it's fleas.
Keep away fom her--
Send for Chino!
This is not the Maria
We know!
Modest and pure,
Polite and refined,
Well-bred and mature,
And out of her mind!
[Maria]
I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty
That the city should give me its key.
A committee
Should be organized to honor me.
I feel dizzy,
I feel sunny,
I feel fizzy and funny and fine,
And so pretty,
Miss American can just resign!
See the pretty girl in that mirror there:
[Rosalia, Consuelo, Francisca]
What mirror where?
[Maria]
Who can that attractive girl be?
[Rosalia, Consuelo, Francisca]
Which? What? Where? Whom?
[Maria]
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!
[All]
I feel stunning
And entrancing--
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!
not as if it's true... but i can still sing along!
I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty, and witty and gay,
And I pity
Any girl who isn't me today.
I feel charming,
Oh, so charming--
It's alarming how charming I feel,
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I'm real.
See the pretty girl in that mirror there:
Who can that attractive girl be?
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!
I feel stunning
And entrancing--
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!
[Rosalia, Consuelo, Francisca]
Have you met my good friend Maria,
The craziest girl on the block?
You'll know her the minuete you see her--
She's the one who is in an advanced
State of shock.
She thinks she's in love.
She thinks she's in Spain.
She isn't in love,
She's merely insane.
It must be the heat
Or some rare disease
Or too much to eaet,
Or maybe it's fleas.
Keep away fom her--
Send for Chino!
This is not the Maria
We know!
Modest and pure,
Polite and refined,
Well-bred and mature,
And out of her mind!
[Maria]
I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty
That the city should give me its key.
A committee
Should be organized to honor me.
I feel dizzy,
I feel sunny,
I feel fizzy and funny and fine,
And so pretty,
Miss American can just resign!
See the pretty girl in that mirror there:
[Rosalia, Consuelo, Francisca]
What mirror where?
[Maria]
Who can that attractive girl be?
[Rosalia, Consuelo, Francisca]
Which? What? Where? Whom?
[Maria]
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!
[All]
I feel stunning
And entrancing--
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!
not as if it's true... but i can still sing along!
Sunday, October 16, 2005
a million miles away
I [Jesus] am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch in my that bears no fruit, while every branch in me that bears fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful
John 15: 1-2
And that's when I realized I'm trying so desperately to cling onto branches of my life that God is pruning. I'm carrying around these dead branches while God says, "You are bearing new fruit now. You are showing my love in a different way now. That branch was last year, now I want you to have a new branch, and a new fruit." By fruit I mean things that show God's love. Last year it might have been through relationships with people, maybe this year it's doing more volunteer work, or even writing more about God on this blog. I don't have any control over it. I can try to, and go through motions I think I should. But God knows how he's going to use me best.
But it does hurt to have those branches taken from me. One that he's taking is ultimate. And i've been trying to hold onto it, and fighting him for it. And he's been like, "No. I am pruning this, I'm taking it away because now I have something different for you." It hurt a lot, I'm not going to lie. He put me on that team last year for a reason, and I thought I'd be staying longer.
So now I have to tell the team... what I don't want to do is tell them some theology and all about God working in my life. But they do deserve to know why I'm leaving the team. It's not them... it's not even me really... it's God and where he's putting me this year. But I cannot step down and water it down. God is working in me, that's why I joined the team, that's why I'm leaving it. God, please help me know what to say. And be with me whatever happens.
But... for something funnier... this past weekend was Fall Retreat for Quest (Bel Air Presbyterian College Group). They had a talent (funny skit) show on Saturday night. One skit was parodying all the "hip", "new age" worship music. So they made a worship rap (I think... I was pretty tired and can't really remember) and the worship leader was like, "ok, ok, we gonna roll up a fattie of funk and fellowship!" I almost fell off my chair.
John 15: 1-2
And that's when I realized I'm trying so desperately to cling onto branches of my life that God is pruning. I'm carrying around these dead branches while God says, "You are bearing new fruit now. You are showing my love in a different way now. That branch was last year, now I want you to have a new branch, and a new fruit." By fruit I mean things that show God's love. Last year it might have been through relationships with people, maybe this year it's doing more volunteer work, or even writing more about God on this blog. I don't have any control over it. I can try to, and go through motions I think I should. But God knows how he's going to use me best.
But it does hurt to have those branches taken from me. One that he's taking is ultimate. And i've been trying to hold onto it, and fighting him for it. And he's been like, "No. I am pruning this, I'm taking it away because now I have something different for you." It hurt a lot, I'm not going to lie. He put me on that team last year for a reason, and I thought I'd be staying longer.
So now I have to tell the team... what I don't want to do is tell them some theology and all about God working in my life. But they do deserve to know why I'm leaving the team. It's not them... it's not even me really... it's God and where he's putting me this year. But I cannot step down and water it down. God is working in me, that's why I joined the team, that's why I'm leaving it. God, please help me know what to say. And be with me whatever happens.
But... for something funnier... this past weekend was Fall Retreat for Quest (Bel Air Presbyterian College Group). They had a talent (funny skit) show on Saturday night. One skit was parodying all the "hip", "new age" worship music. So they made a worship rap (I think... I was pretty tired and can't really remember) and the worship leader was like, "ok, ok, we gonna roll up a fattie of funk and fellowship!" I almost fell off my chair.
Friday, October 14, 2005
beijing
today at the end of materials science as we were all packing up our stuff, our professor reminded us we were starting o-chem next week. that's right, organic chemistry.
oh... CHEM.
"o-chem". isn't that the subject i always hear such horrible things about? like crying a gnashing of teeth? when people talk about o-chem, they sound like they're talking about clubbing seals, or imminent doom and destruction, or all of your underwear suddenly being stolen. something horrible. and it's not as if i understand anything of what's going on in chem now. and i'm wondering how (and by 'how' i mean 'if') i'll survive
i don't want to go running back to econ... but... how could it be so wrong when it would feel so good?
oh... CHEM.
"o-chem". isn't that the subject i always hear such horrible things about? like crying a gnashing of teeth? when people talk about o-chem, they sound like they're talking about clubbing seals, or imminent doom and destruction, or all of your underwear suddenly being stolen. something horrible. and it's not as if i understand anything of what's going on in chem now. and i'm wondering how (and by 'how' i mean 'if') i'll survive
i don't want to go running back to econ... but... how could it be so wrong when it would feel so good?
Thursday, October 13, 2005
rock out
chick on chick was pretty much awesome. i got nailed with a water balloon right in the crotchal area, and happened to hit the exodus of freshman going to the row when i was walking home... so they all looked at me... THE INCONTINENT SOPHOMORE. yeah well, it could have been worse... it could have been warm. teehee.
quot(ations) of the evening:
[gabe, fondling himself]: "if men had boobs... there would be no war."
[scouter, after popping a water balloon on fonda's chest, and she complained that it was too cold. and he reminded her that he was the one with rubber water balloons rubbing against him]: "yeah well i have nipples, too! THE DOOR SWINGS BOTH WAYS!"
yeah maybe it would funnier if you were there. or if you were a little drunk. that works, too.
quot(ations) of the evening:
[gabe, fondling himself]: "if men had boobs... there would be no war."
[scouter, after popping a water balloon on fonda's chest, and she complained that it was too cold. and he reminded her that he was the one with rubber water balloons rubbing against him]: "yeah well i have nipples, too! THE DOOR SWINGS BOTH WAYS!"
yeah maybe it would funnier if you were there. or if you were a little drunk. that works, too.
oasis
so of COURSE i've made my schedule for next semester. i'm all over that like a hobo on a ham sandwich.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
mr. radar
all systems go we're on... LUDICROUS SPEED!
because i have to book it if i'm going to be gone these next two weekends (bel air retreat, santa cruz for f.o.g.) and succeed at... not failing my classes.
i feel very... efficient! and useful! and a total dork about school work!
in completely different news, i'd like to invite you all (read: 3 people who read this godforsaken blog...) to this fall's "CHICK" ON CHICK. that's right. for those of you who like to see the women's ultimate team take on the (wo)men's ultimate team dressed up in skirts, sports bras, and water balloon boobs... YOUR TIME HAS COME!
this thursday! 8 p.m.! and at half time, we're having a jauction! you, too, can buy you very own ultimate player! here are some pictures from last spring, to convince you. yes that is our captain... yes he is in santa lingerie.
because i have to book it if i'm going to be gone these next two weekends (bel air retreat, santa cruz for f.o.g.) and succeed at... not failing my classes.
i feel very... efficient! and useful! and a total dork about school work!
in completely different news, i'd like to invite you all (read: 3 people who read this godforsaken blog...) to this fall's "CHICK" ON CHICK. that's right. for those of you who like to see the women's ultimate team take on the (wo)men's ultimate team dressed up in skirts, sports bras, and water balloon boobs... YOUR TIME HAS COME!
this thursday! 8 p.m.! and at half time, we're having a jauction! you, too, can buy you very own ultimate player! here are some pictures from last spring, to convince you. yes that is our captain... yes he is in santa lingerie.
Saturday, October 08, 2005
hurricane
the crazy christian (or just jesus-centered) subculture has taken hold of me, and won't let go.
here are just a few top picks:
1. Christian Satellite Radio (it's always on in my apartment!!! so addicting!)
2. Jesus of the Week
3. Crazy Church Signs (and generator!)
4. this is actually my homepage
5. i don't know that this is about but someone has way too much time on their hands
luckily i'm someone who thinks the above websites are way cool, not disrespectful or hell-bound. i also know i'm a total doofus and really need to get: 1) a life, 2) some work done.
here are just a few top picks:
1. Christian Satellite Radio (it's always on in my apartment!!! so addicting!)
2. Jesus of the Week
3. Crazy Church Signs (and generator!)
4. this is actually my homepage
5. i don't know that this is about but someone has way too much time on their hands
luckily i'm someone who thinks the above websites are way cool, not disrespectful or hell-bound. i also know i'm a total doofus and really need to get: 1) a life, 2) some work done.
Friday, October 07, 2005
il fornaio
so first off, my dad is AWESOME and you should all be jealous.
[lindy]: holy crap you grew a beard!
[dad]: i know baby, don't you like it?
[lindy]: you look like sean connery in indiana jones!! how long did it take you?
[dad]: TWO DAYS. mom doesn't like it, but she says i can do whatever i want.
actually, he started growing it after we went camping over labor day. so... it's taken him a little longer than two days...
[lindy]: ... but like, john took laura to the steam show (family reunion/vacation thing every summer in indiana)... and now i'm next oldest! i'm next in line. i'm totally letting them (them= extended family) down or something by not having some boyfriend. i'm a total family loser! i'll be old and lonely and bring my cats to the steam show. molly (younger cousin) will totally bring a boyfriend before i do.
[dad]: well, lindy, you shouldn't feel pressured to do anything you don't want to.
[lindy]: i know. i'll get over it.
[dad]: you know what would really make them shut up? BRING A GIRLFRIEND.
but honestly, i know the extended family is ready and waiting. maybe just to prove that i can in fact get a boyfriend, and bring him to indiana. plus this will be the first boyfriend to come (all my older cousins are boys and bring their girlfriends), i'm really excited to see some california guy try to start a tractor (I CAN!!)... hmm i guess i'll wait.
but yeah, we all went to the grove for dinner... and target... and ralph's. and now he's gone. *frown*. i got kleenex with disney woman villians on them! happy freakin' halloween!!
[lindy]: holy crap you grew a beard!
[dad]: i know baby, don't you like it?
[lindy]: you look like sean connery in indiana jones!! how long did it take you?
[dad]: TWO DAYS. mom doesn't like it, but she says i can do whatever i want.
actually, he started growing it after we went camping over labor day. so... it's taken him a little longer than two days...
[lindy]: ... but like, john took laura to the steam show (family reunion/vacation thing every summer in indiana)... and now i'm next oldest! i'm next in line. i'm totally letting them (them= extended family) down or something by not having some boyfriend. i'm a total family loser! i'll be old and lonely and bring my cats to the steam show. molly (younger cousin) will totally bring a boyfriend before i do.
[dad]: well, lindy, you shouldn't feel pressured to do anything you don't want to.
[lindy]: i know. i'll get over it.
[dad]: you know what would really make them shut up? BRING A GIRLFRIEND.
but honestly, i know the extended family is ready and waiting. maybe just to prove that i can in fact get a boyfriend, and bring him to indiana. plus this will be the first boyfriend to come (all my older cousins are boys and bring their girlfriends), i'm really excited to see some california guy try to start a tractor (I CAN!!)... hmm i guess i'll wait.
but yeah, we all went to the grove for dinner... and target... and ralph's. and now he's gone. *frown*. i got kleenex with disney woman villians on them! happy freakin' halloween!!
Thursday, October 06, 2005
whiter shade of pale
what must be said: dear roomies, please stop drinking my milk.
what i will probably say: who's been drinking my milk? (received by sheepish calcium-rich looks)
what i really want to say: boy howdy, i drink straight out of the carton! i bet a sizeable percentage of that there cow-juice is BACKWASH!!!
then NO ONE would drink my milk!!!
decisions, decisions...
what i will probably say: who's been drinking my milk? (received by sheepish calcium-rich looks)
what i really want to say: boy howdy, i drink straight out of the carton! i bet a sizeable percentage of that there cow-juice is BACKWASH!!!
then NO ONE would drink my milk!!!
decisions, decisions...
golden rainbow
the good: i got my math midterm fixed.
the bad: i have a midterm today at 4. i haven't studied... and i don't want to.
the ugly: last night when we were coming home from bel air, we saw the cops (the coppers! the fuzz! the heat! the 5-0!) giving a sobriety test to some girl. inge said she looked about 15, and there was DEFINITELY and older grandma-looking woman in the car. that's gotta hurt...
in other news, my mom and dad are coming to l.a. tomorrow and my mom wants to come to one of my classes. she's coming to my materials science class. i told her she could even use my clicker!! the way i figure, i can embarass myself every day at college. but have my mom embarass me? well that's just an opportunity i can't pass up.
plus, i'm a girl, and i'm in college- I CAN DO WHATEVER THE HECK I WANT AND GET AWAY WITH IT!
the bad: i have a midterm today at 4. i haven't studied... and i don't want to.
the ugly: last night when we were coming home from bel air, we saw the cops (the coppers! the fuzz! the heat! the 5-0!) giving a sobriety test to some girl. inge said she looked about 15, and there was DEFINITELY and older grandma-looking woman in the car. that's gotta hurt...
in other news, my mom and dad are coming to l.a. tomorrow and my mom wants to come to one of my classes. she's coming to my materials science class. i told her she could even use my clicker!! the way i figure, i can embarass myself every day at college. but have my mom embarass me? well that's just an opportunity i can't pass up.
plus, i'm a girl, and i'm in college- I CAN DO WHATEVER THE HECK I WANT AND GET AWAY WITH IT!
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
haiku
Livid
Involving
Negotiable (thank gosh!!)
Dumb
Yucky
grades on a math midterm. but seriously, i have no confidence in the competence of my t.a.'s. and i'm going to go talk to them. SO ANGRY!!! i'm gonna go have an otter pop to chill out.
get it? otter pop? chill out? CHILL out? otter pop is cold? get it?
that pun made me feel much better.
Involving
Negotiable (thank gosh!!)
Dumb
Yucky
grades on a math midterm. but seriously, i have no confidence in the competence of my t.a.'s. and i'm going to go talk to them. SO ANGRY!!! i'm gonna go have an otter pop to chill out.
get it? otter pop? chill out? CHILL out? otter pop is cold? get it?
that pun made me feel much better.
Sunday, October 02, 2005
logos
There is no escape along the lines St. Augustine suggests. Nor along any other lines. There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside of Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.
- C.S. Lewis, "The Four Loves"
- C.S. Lewis, "The Four Loves"
thor got a thunder
as some of you (read: kate) know, i have this way of picking up the phone when i'm asleep. and talking. except... i have no recollection of it the next day.
anyhow, my friend dena was supposed to call me back last night to tell me whether she needed a ride to church today. and... i see that she called last night around 1... and it wasn't a missed call so i definitely picked up... i just can't remember what she said!
but i do have a sneaking suspicion she said "no"... GOSH DARN YOU LINDY AND YOUR ASLEEP PHONE CONVERSATIONS!!!
anyhow, my friend dena was supposed to call me back last night to tell me whether she needed a ride to church today. and... i see that she called last night around 1... and it wasn't a missed call so i definitely picked up... i just can't remember what she said!
but i do have a sneaking suspicion she said "no"... GOSH DARN YOU LINDY AND YOUR ASLEEP PHONE CONVERSATIONS!!!
Friday, September 30, 2005
trouble is
ok, as many of you know, i have been having a profanity-load of trouble with my computer program. ok, so only jessalyn knows, and that's because i whine about it a lot.
so today i go to office hours, because i can't figure it out. and i've been looking it over for like 2 straight days, can't figure it out. And what do you know but the t.a. isn't there. so i sat on the cold hard floor of the 3rd floor of s.a.l. waiting for him. after 45 minutes (and a REALLY cold butt) i was feeling pretty defeated.
BUT as i was leaving... thinking about the incompatible pointer types that had seemingly defeated me... I FIGURED IT OUT!!! So i ran back into s.a.l., went into the computer lab- AND I FIGURED IT OUT!!! but here's the thing, is when you change a little bit of code you have to go through the whole thing again changing stuff. so it's been like 30 minutes or so of coding and compiling. it was very anticlimactic. but it is done!!
my new shoes are also anticlimactic. i wasn't feeling too hot after my calc midterm this morning, so i looked at my shoes, like, "make me happy!!" and- what do you know- they're like, "um we're just shoes" i was like, "but! but! i have been tracking you online for like a week and a half! i'm really excited about you!" and they're like, "you are such a loser"
lessons of the day: I AM THOR, CONQUERER OF ALL THINGS UNIX. and... shoes alone can't make you happy.
so today i go to office hours, because i can't figure it out. and i've been looking it over for like 2 straight days, can't figure it out. And what do you know but the t.a. isn't there. so i sat on the cold hard floor of the 3rd floor of s.a.l. waiting for him. after 45 minutes (and a REALLY cold butt) i was feeling pretty defeated.
BUT as i was leaving... thinking about the incompatible pointer types that had seemingly defeated me... I FIGURED IT OUT!!! So i ran back into s.a.l., went into the computer lab- AND I FIGURED IT OUT!!! but here's the thing, is when you change a little bit of code you have to go through the whole thing again changing stuff. so it's been like 30 minutes or so of coding and compiling. it was very anticlimactic. but it is done!!
my new shoes are also anticlimactic. i wasn't feeling too hot after my calc midterm this morning, so i looked at my shoes, like, "make me happy!!" and- what do you know- they're like, "um we're just shoes" i was like, "but! but! i have been tracking you online for like a week and a half! i'm really excited about you!" and they're like, "you are such a loser"
lessons of the day: I AM THOR, CONQUERER OF ALL THINGS UNIX. and... shoes alone can't make you happy.
Thursday, September 29, 2005
apollo creed
i went to my first j.e.p. yesterday. first for this year. it's at st. vincent's. there's some SERIOUS nunnery going on there at 23rd and fig. for reals. but it's pretty awesome.
i stay at a daycare program for kids. daycare sounds like they're young, it's just an afterschool program for kids where they do their homework and have people (like me) help them if they want. it's like 1st-8th grade, i think.
i was helping one 8th grader, he had to correct his test. As in, write out the question and explain why the answer he chose was wrong, and why the correct one is the correct answer. ahhhh tedious homework... anyhow, here was his question (paraphrased):
What is one example of something that came from Roman civilization and was passed on to later European culture?
a. city-states
b. geometry
c. the latin language
d. direct democray
(the correct answer is c). So he was like, "i don't get it". I showed him that the question itself has two criteria. one, that the answer came from roman civilization, second that it was present in later european culture. i told him that the correct answer would satisfy both conditions presented by the question.
i've lost that lovin'/ability to talk to kids feelin'
CARLY SAYS HI!!!
i stay at a daycare program for kids. daycare sounds like they're young, it's just an afterschool program for kids where they do their homework and have people (like me) help them if they want. it's like 1st-8th grade, i think.
i was helping one 8th grader, he had to correct his test. As in, write out the question and explain why the answer he chose was wrong, and why the correct one is the correct answer. ahhhh tedious homework... anyhow, here was his question (paraphrased):
What is one example of something that came from Roman civilization and was passed on to later European culture?
a. city-states
b. geometry
c. the latin language
d. direct democray
(the correct answer is c). So he was like, "i don't get it". I showed him that the question itself has two criteria. one, that the answer came from roman civilization, second that it was present in later european culture. i told him that the correct answer would satisfy both conditions presented by the question.
i've lost that lovin'/ability to talk to kids feelin'
CARLY SAYS HI!!!
Sunday, September 25, 2005
last names
remember that time you ordered chucks online and they sent you the confirmation email that had the u.p.s. tracking i.d., so you checked ups.com every 30 minutes to track the progress of your package? remember that?
e.t.a. is september 29th.
e.t.a. is september 29th.
Saturday, September 24, 2005
the big goodbye
i walked left out of my door. down the staircase. turned left. walked about 15 yards. turned left up another staircase, and soon found myself in scouter (and marcus') apartment. playing the star trek: the next generation drinking game!!
HECK YES.
now don't get me wrong- i don't support under-age drinking (which is why i brought my own cream soda), but this game- i'm telling you- INCREDIBLE! like, 9 whole pages of rules. each character has specific actions and dialogue.
the one that really killed us was downing a glass when data said a contraction. or, drink twice when wesley saves the day and no one thanks him. or when captain picard is awkward around women or children. SO QUALITY!
HECK YES.
now don't get me wrong- i don't support under-age drinking (which is why i brought my own cream soda), but this game- i'm telling you- INCREDIBLE! like, 9 whole pages of rules. each character has specific actions and dialogue.
the one that really killed us was downing a glass when data said a contraction. or, drink twice when wesley saves the day and no one thanks him. or when captain picard is awkward around women or children. SO QUALITY!
Friday, September 23, 2005
tally ho
i wake up: -1000 million points
i decide to go back to sleep, i can miss calc: +100 million points
panic attack- what if he talks about the midterm?!?: -10000 points
so i end up going to class: - infinity
he definitely DOES NOT talk about the midterm: -5923 points
and my one calc friend (and study buddy) isn't in class: -932 points
so i download a game on my cell phone: +389 points
IT'S FREAKIN FROGGER!: +100 bjillion points
except... frogger's not as fun on a cell phone as it is on a computer: -2 points
kacie calls me to put money in her meter: -12 points
i have some tuna helper (like hamburger helper... but tuna!): +392 points
i go to materials science: + .54 x 10 (to the 2) points
i put more money in kacie's parking meter: -10 points
kacie says i can take her care grocery shopping: +482 points
but... she didn't leave her clicker, so the car alarm goes off every time i try to open the door: -999 points
and all these people look at me and get angry!: -2931 points
hungry and alone, i go back inside: -329 points
but not hungry for long. i have a sandwich: +301 points
i learn how to play a new song on the guitar. it's a worship song by third day: +201 points
kacie gets home. i mope about the car: -19 points
she says she'll take me to ralph's before she leaves: +831 points
i read some get fuzzy while i'm waiting: +10000 million points!!
we go to ralph's. get this, using my ralph's card, i saved more than i spent! holy crap! i'm amazing: +38102 points
TUTORING: +24 points
now i'm home, i have to shower some time before i go see chicken's play (dead end): +391 points
[rob wilco]: what are you putting in the vcr? a pop-tart?
[bucky katt]: techinically it's a pastry swirl.
[satchel pooch]: there's a pop-tart movie? super!
[rob]: you can't toast a pop-tart in the vcr, bucky.
[bucky]: you sound pretty sure for a guy who just walked in.
[rob]: let's just say i have the benefit of hindsight.
[bucky]: well, congratulations to you and your magical butt.
[satchel]: i am soooo confused right now.
i decide to go back to sleep, i can miss calc: +100 million points
panic attack- what if he talks about the midterm?!?: -10000 points
so i end up going to class: - infinity
he definitely DOES NOT talk about the midterm: -5923 points
and my one calc friend (and study buddy) isn't in class: -932 points
so i download a game on my cell phone: +389 points
IT'S FREAKIN FROGGER!: +100 bjillion points
except... frogger's not as fun on a cell phone as it is on a computer: -2 points
kacie calls me to put money in her meter: -12 points
i have some tuna helper (like hamburger helper... but tuna!): +392 points
i go to materials science: + .54 x 10 (to the 2) points
i put more money in kacie's parking meter: -10 points
kacie says i can take her care grocery shopping: +482 points
but... she didn't leave her clicker, so the car alarm goes off every time i try to open the door: -999 points
and all these people look at me and get angry!: -2931 points
hungry and alone, i go back inside: -329 points
but not hungry for long. i have a sandwich: +301 points
i learn how to play a new song on the guitar. it's a worship song by third day: +201 points
kacie gets home. i mope about the car: -19 points
she says she'll take me to ralph's before she leaves: +831 points
i read some get fuzzy while i'm waiting: +10000 million points!!
we go to ralph's. get this, using my ralph's card, i saved more than i spent! holy crap! i'm amazing: +38102 points
TUTORING: +24 points
now i'm home, i have to shower some time before i go see chicken's play (dead end): +391 points
[rob wilco]: what are you putting in the vcr? a pop-tart?
[bucky katt]: techinically it's a pastry swirl.
[satchel pooch]: there's a pop-tart movie? super!
[rob]: you can't toast a pop-tart in the vcr, bucky.
[bucky]: you sound pretty sure for a guy who just walked in.
[rob]: let's just say i have the benefit of hindsight.
[bucky]: well, congratulations to you and your magical butt.
[satchel]: i am soooo confused right now.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
i like sneaky better
today i vountarily gave a dozen diddy riese cookies away.
the holy spirit must be moving in me!
rationalization: they were for a.g.o., and i would have eaten them all myself tonight while doing materials science or something.
the holy spirit must be moving in me!
rationalization: they were for a.g.o., and i would have eaten them all myself tonight while doing materials science or something.
Monday, September 19, 2005
buck
i am experienced. today, during materials science lab, i sat next to a monster. i think the best way to describe him is... a sedated gengis khan (spelling?). I have now known true fear, such that i felt between the hours of 1 and 3 this afternoon in PCE 103. i'm recovering.
p.s. i don't know how i feel about the 3-2's imminent closure. i'm sort of happy (and dreaming of a target in its place!! or a trader joe's!!)... but still. no 3-2? where am i going to get huge bags of shady corn flakes? ok i just answered my own question. bye, 3-2.
p.s. i don't know how i feel about the 3-2's imminent closure. i'm sort of happy (and dreaming of a target in its place!! or a trader joe's!!)... but still. no 3-2? where am i going to get huge bags of shady corn flakes? ok i just answered my own question. bye, 3-2.
one less infidel
i forgot to post this, ben (chernikoff) called me on friday to see if i'll be a co-worker reference for his border's application!
i felt so special. and all the time i was at the gym, i was thinking about all the wonderful things i get to say about ben if they call me and ask!
he works well with other, but has enough initiative to tackle things on his own. he also dresses like someone who would work in a bookstore (i.e. not preppy). plus, he's approachable and won't make you feel stupid for asking where the danielle steel are (or so i imagine... i've never been in that situation, so i don't know for sure). so exciting!
on a completely different note, i am tired of being hassled by the police whenever i go to my apartment. the emmy's completely ignored those affected by the awards show. now only did they not inform us, they refuse to let us access our cars, and won't let us even walk on shrine ave. tonight, i was coming home from the library, sort of late, and they wouldn't let me walk to my apartment on shrine! i was like, "you know, it's really late. i don't much feel like walking over to hoover. no one's here anymore! i can even see my apartment!" (that's a lie, i can't actually see my apartment, i can see the building next to it.) but i still had to go around.
I think if they'd at least told us, then we'd treat it all as something we just have to deal with instead of an attack, which is what it feels like. their entire ignorance of the shrine neighbors shows a blatant rudeness and lack of respect for us. i hope i can fight the man all by my onesy, petitions take too long.
i felt so special. and all the time i was at the gym, i was thinking about all the wonderful things i get to say about ben if they call me and ask!
he works well with other, but has enough initiative to tackle things on his own. he also dresses like someone who would work in a bookstore (i.e. not preppy). plus, he's approachable and won't make you feel stupid for asking where the danielle steel are (or so i imagine... i've never been in that situation, so i don't know for sure). so exciting!
on a completely different note, i am tired of being hassled by the police whenever i go to my apartment. the emmy's completely ignored those affected by the awards show. now only did they not inform us, they refuse to let us access our cars, and won't let us even walk on shrine ave. tonight, i was coming home from the library, sort of late, and they wouldn't let me walk to my apartment on shrine! i was like, "you know, it's really late. i don't much feel like walking over to hoover. no one's here anymore! i can even see my apartment!" (that's a lie, i can't actually see my apartment, i can see the building next to it.) but i still had to go around.
I think if they'd at least told us, then we'd treat it all as something we just have to deal with instead of an attack, which is what it feels like. their entire ignorance of the shrine neighbors shows a blatant rudeness and lack of respect for us. i hope i can fight the man all by my onesy, petitions take too long.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
where did i go right
today it was switching between America's Next Top Model MARATHON and Ghostbusters II. my life is on the up and up.
[Elaine]: According to my source, the end of the world will be on February 14th, in the year two thousand and sixteen.
[Peter Venkman]: Valentine's day. Bummer.
[Elaine]: According to my source, the end of the world will be on February 14th, in the year two thousand and sixteen.
[Peter Venkman]: Valentine's day. Bummer.
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