hold on

quantum HILARITY!

http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/09/25/im-in-ur-bocks-pruvin-schrodinger-rong/

one man show

ok so. about an hour after the last post I went to take a shower and get ready for the wedding. I was at a hotel and flipped through a bunch of sec football games I don't care about until I finally settled on 'what not to wear' on t.l.c. (people nominate their frumpy friends to be on this show so basic cable can tell them they need to improve how they dress. nevertheless, it would be awesome to get lots of new clothes. though... having your 'friends' nominate you has to be insulting).

anyhow, I had been pmsing all day (the sad kind not the mad kind) and I actually started to tear up at the end of the show when the inspirational music starts in low and the person is so happy about how they dress now. she was like, "I'm so happy about how I look... I'm a whole new person!" and I was like, "I'm... so.... happy..." then realized this was no good because I was going to a wedding, where people (at least women) have free range to cry and I had just set the bar really low.

but I kept it together and had a wonderful time. kelly looked beautiful and the reception was at a country club with an open bar and t.v.'s (but not sports bar esque. they were in the corner) so I could keep tabs on the usc and ucla games (mainly the ucla one because they were playing washington).

Lastly, new KT Tunstall (love!) album came out 2 weeks ago and I've been listening to it non stop because
1. she's a woman artist
2. she's scottish (watch out for her adorable british teeth in music video... precious!)
3. her songs have lots of instruments (i.e. more than a guitar), but the guitar part is usually easy to play so I feel way competent if/when I play her stuff

This is the video for "Hold On"- not my favorite song, but the only one with a music video on youtube (not an acoustic set, etc.)

drastic fantastic

I'm in Spokane, Washington for a wedding this weekend. It's pretty, but chilly. To me, if it's sunny outside it should automatically be warm. apparently the bay area observations don't hold outside that system.

classes continue. i love guitar still, yoga makes me sore, econ is full of pompous boys, mechop is interesting but way too much work, my two design classes are bearable and not much work, computational methods (matlab) is evil and my directory on the usc server is down so I couldn't submit my homework. I wish I had a hugger, like a professional hugger I could summon by snapping my fingers or just inadvertently pouting. and he'd come over and be like, "it's ok" and i'd be like, "really? *pouts*" and he'd be like, "yes. i promise" gosh, he doesn't even need to physically hug me. verbal hugs count too.

such is the sad little lonely life i lead.

my bitter pill to swallow

first- i love the indigo girls, my guitar class, and my new ability to play "ghost" by the former. seriously incredible- who knew?

second- I made an awesome joke today that you may not get if you're older than me. So, I'm in mechop and we're talking about uncertainty in a function of multiple variables/inputs (so like how much error is in your calculation if each term has its own uncertainty) and our professor shows us a taylor expansion of the terms involving higher derivatives he just wrote "h.o.t." for "higher order terms" instead of writing them all out

later in the derivation he said they would just drop out entirely since they get so infinitesimally small. and I turned to loni (adx sister, mech eng, in 3 of my classes) and said, "he just dropped it like it's hot. literally." and snickered to myself substantially. it would have been funnier if it hadn't been an 8 a.m. class and if loni hadn't been half awake. oh well, I'll take what I can get. in my heart I know it was a hilarious joke.

the boogie that be

newsflash: we're related

totally unrelated, entirely too revealing

slide away

danielle, whitney, and I went to new ralph's last night. no kidding:

Danielle, upon pulling out a shopping cart: "ALL OF THE WHEELS TOUCH THE GROUND!"

we have been living in darkness for so long...

sugar free

I'd like to share with you some text from a handout in my mechoptronics class, about technical reports:

Some characteristics of Reports:
1. Everybody hates to write them.
2. Everybody hates to read them.
3. Almost nobody does read them.
4. They take a HUGE amount of time to write.
5. They are absolutely CRUCIAL to YOUR success in engineering.


WHY!?!?!?!

silver lining

um... there is a new ralph's. I can't (easily) bike there- it's on 9th (I live on 29th). But um, it's basically amazing.

And I really want to learn how to cook. Some people can see random ingredients and then put them together in their mind and somehow come up with a dish. So far this has eluded me, but I want to get better! And rachael ray will help me. I choose the recipe, take stock of what I have, then get to a grocery store. I like cooking! and then enjoying it with someone! I made a florentine- which is like a quiche- lots of spinach, and eggs, and some onions. and some cream. it was delish and I'm so proud when I think of it. or eat it, there still some left in our fridge.

So now I just need lab rats- people to enjoy my very slow cooking with me (no slow cooking like a crock pot, I mean I cook very slowly because I'm not good yet). and then to eat it slowly on our back deck. and to soak in the evening and pretend we don't have work to do. You'd think people would be lining up to do this! but somehow they aren't. it's just me and rachael for now.

forever my friend

things I hate about living in south central:

1. the poor cheese and meat selection at deli. I don't want to be a stuck up mean old lady or something, but seriously people HOW MUCH RANCHERO CHEESE DO YOU THINK I WILL EAT? the answer is none, so stop stocking so much of it.

2. the bars on the outside of my windows (on second floor no less) make it impossible to install an a/c unit in our sauna. oh, i mean bedroom.

3. the bike shop just sucks.

4. generally poor selection at grocery store. I was reading through my rachael ray cookbook today and about every third recipe I thought, "can't make this unless I go to the west hollywood ralph's." (ralph's = grocery store and the w.h. one is across the street from a trader joe's and near a target- it is glorious)


things i love

1. horchata

2... yeah that's basically it

under the blacklight

sorry I've been m.i.a. the internet in our house isn't working, and my bike has followed suit so it's hard to get around (i.e. to a computer with internet). So, I'm back in L.A. The house is awesome, except there are possums who live outside so I live in fear after about 9 p.m.



EVERYONE HERE LOVES MY NEW BROWN HAIR, FAMILY. family: 0. lindy's hair: 123830.



I had lots of things to write when I had no internet connection, but now that I've schlepped over to kristin's (apartment from last year, still have keys) and have hooked up the computer, I'm strangely uncreative.



OH WAIT. a.g.o. (christian frat) has this really cool swing on their front porch. kristin and I went over the other morning to swing on it. it's glorious, though creepy since we weren't visiting anyone there, we're just in it for the swing. And I want a swing at our house. I have tools, but no lumber to make said swing. We'll see.



We went to lucky strike (bowling alley in hollywood) for kristin's birthday and saw keanu reeves. the man is an awkward bowler, but easy on the eyes (it was dark). I won, my wii skills must be paying off.

the money shot:

also, the pose we all had to do after getting a strike:

from my homepage

two delights





I fell out of my chair (harder when sitting on floor, but I managed) after I read the above one. (sorry the formatting doesn't work with my blog template. click on it for full version)






and this one is just hilarity

gold flats

the wisdom teeth recovery goes well (went well? I'm pretty much back to regular food and no vicodin now). my fam fam watched the meteor shower sunday night. Well, we all said we would but then Tom fell asleep inside, Greg went out with friends, and John just left. So my parents and I slept out on the pool deck until the alarm clock went off at 2 a.m. and we looked for the meteors. (eventually we went inside to get Thomas, so he was there for the 2 a.m. part, too)

It was freezing, and we were trying to stay awake/not succumb to the warmer inside. But it was hard- the sky is really big, we don't know exactly where to look. But we did succeed in seeing a few. except my mom. She is less patient.

mom: "It's like, reveal yourself or screw it. This is probably why I was a horrible researcher"
lindy: "This is why you're a horrible astronomer." *shiver*

Some time early in the morning I went inside- but John has my room now, so I slept in my parents bed. I'm sort of a little nomad until I get back to 'SC. I've set up camp in the music room (where I'm writing from right now)- inflatable bed, the stuff I have to pack in the car to go back. But my family still loves me, they just don't believe in bunk beds anymore (or thomas doesn't want to share)

you must've fallen

first- the farming. We went to my dad's parents farm this past weekend. Good times, no animals. But I did drive me some tractors. My favorite part was playing in the silo (which is a big cylinder... hold corn but not on the cob, in kernels) with Thomas when we had to put the auger (helps get the corn kernels out) inside it. The kernel level is higher around the edge and gets lower near the middle- we got some wooden panels (2'x3' I estimate) and 'surfed' them down the kernels. We got totally dirty (sneaky kernels) and with every clothing item I took off before my shower 3-4 new kernels dropped to the floor. Thomas said he could hear them and was simultaneously humored and grossed out. He should have come to expect that from me now.



um, must make the post quick before the vicodin sets in. I had my wisdom teeth out this morning. I fear medical stuff and as they were searching for a vein for the I.V. (already a gauze + tape on the right inside elbow- they had to try both arms), I decided never to give birth. hospitals must be even worse. but as the surgeon man inserted the knock-me-out stuff into the i.v. I remembered that my mom told me her surgeon told her to count to 10 as they knocked her out and she didn't remember making it past four. I don't even remember counting.

The next thing I knew I woke up behind the nurses station with a fuzzy blanket and a little headache. When my mom drove me home I got a new blacket and an ibuprofen. I slept for a few hours (apparently a family friend came over... sorry mary I was out of it) and have had just a little headache all day. The bleeding stopped quickly and my swelling went down.

oh, the swelling. my family values honesty, and now i will show you

lindy: "mom is my face big?"
mom: "let's put it this way... I thought you had a round face before. Now you've really got jowls."

... after the intense napping...

lindy: "mom is my face still big?"
mom: "lindy it's like... another dimension for your face."

brooke says it's not noticeable. but we were also outside at night when she said this- perhaps the enormous head bends the light? gravitational pull of jowls?

but I'm feeling better now and very sleepy. I was so afraid of the surgery, but God takes care of me and my tooth sockets. yay! goodnight

new deep

Greg's here yay!!! he came this morning, I picked him up and we went to gma's. I did some sweet sweet work today- something finally worked out! When it gets uploaded (it's FTP-ing as I type) you can find it here: http://www-scf.usc.edu/~mlligget/AlGal/ but for now it'll just say "loading" over and over again until all the files are up there.

We went to a bbq my faculty advisor had for our group + families, which was glorious. I was the designated driver. And I told Greg all about this dream I had with a walrus with FOUR EYES!! it was scary. walruses (walri?) are hella scary looking don't believe otherwise.

muvva natuwe's cwyin'

so not catchy... yet can't stop watching...

pearls on a string

hold on to your user interfaces, I'm gonna use some big techy words to make myself feel better.

I am learning how to use Breeze, which is essentially dubbing over a powerpoint presentation so your voice and slide transitions and animations are in sync. And I have USC webspace, so I was planning to put one or two up there for your viewing pleasure. So tonight I downloaded the VPN Client and FTP Client, and did some configure (click 'yes') stuff so now the embarassing poorly made assignments from my webpage class are not online anymore. wow yay! I am so techy! And I went to the gym today! I should reward myself... with SLEEP


VPN Client = how I connect to the USC server from off site (I'm pretty sure I need it for the...)
FTP Client = File Transfer Program Client. How I get files from my computer to the USC server and I tell it where to put them so I can give you the u.r.l. and you can be AMAZED. wowzers.

like o, like h

oh yes, now I remember. I had a birthday last week! it was delightful and many cards and presents came in the mail. catherine and i went out to lunch and the maddoxes got me a SHIRT WITH THOSE COW PICTURE ON IT. like, the ones of ME! I'm going to wear it forever (but it's in my laundry hamper/bag now). I got red wine with fajitas. bad move. but then again, I'm just learning

the dicks came down from peru to take me out to dinner- and grandma came (christmas miracle)! I got a beer, asked to be carded but wasn't. I must look too truthful and too LEGAL. it was all wonderful and fun. there are pictures on facebook (but not in my albums so you have to be on facebook to see them. but facebook isn't just for pedophiles like myspace, so you can join).

this weekend I was with the dicks again- we went to a baseball game!! I got a hat that I wore today. I don't get to wear it at work, so I wore it inside the grocery store. but I didn't wear my sunglasses inside- I am improving! Speaking of grocery store, now that I can buy beer I don't want to...

I wanted it so bad before thursday and now that I can have it I don't really care. I have passed 'being a girl 101' with flying colors!!

all eyes on me

more on bday later, but today after work I made a walmart run to get thank-you cards, milk, cereal, that sort of thing. And I was like, "ooooh now I can buy beer if I want!" and I do want.

except they all come in packs and I only want ONE. and you can buy ONE bottle of wine, and ONE bottle of like everything else. but you have a to buy a whole six (at least) pack of beer. And because I couldn't get exactly what I wanted, I didn't get anything. did get some soy milk, though. plain flavor, not vanilla. I like the hard stuff.

ziggy stardust

omg. 'extras' may be the best show EVER.







"chubby little loser... no, no not chubby little loser... pathetic little fat man!"

let it rain

as with scotland, no one here touches me. and i miss it. i mean touch like hug, or even a high five (but hugs > high fives of course). and i don't run into people I know on campus, of course. the only thing I have to go home to is the fake lilies and vase I got at walmart for my room. i am like a lonely little leper

WHO NEEDS TO FINISH HER DANG PAPER. i'm in the library right now.

even at gma's, the interaction is minimal. actually, her caretakers like to talk a lot and i'm like, "um you make beef stroganoff like it's going out of style. you lost all credibility with me thank you." i'm just bitter probably. once the paper is done I'll feel better I hope.