Tuesday, February 04, 2003

I'll be 20 years old in one week and 10 hours. So why do I still act like a little girl?

Thursday, January 23, 2003

So does anybody remember when I had mono last May/June/July? My boyfriend has mono now. He was diagnosed last week. I think I gave it to him. He says that the only reason he has mono is because he's too young and in shape to have a heart attack. So maybe he's been stressed. I know this. But I still feel like I gave it to him.

Friday, January 17, 2003

Wow guys--- so officially, I'm a blog-slacker. I guess officially I'm a slacker in general, but man. Nothing since October? Yes, that's right. School and the boy kept me so busy that I had zero time to update. Trust me in this: A wholelotta stuff's been going on. I'm working right now, so I cannot afford to take the time to post---but I did get internet at my apartment (that's right---apartment) and my roommate, Dirty, (that's right---I have a roommate named Dirty) hooked my computer up, so it's now fully functioning. Expect more soon! I hope you're all still out there just waiting for my rebirth!

Tuesday, October 22, 2002

Today I had a Humanities test at 8:00am. I parked behind the dorm, and crossed the Beach (for you non-Kettering nerds, the Beach is actually just a large grassy lawn). It was frosty out. I was briskly walking to class...I wasn't late but I just wanted to get there so I could quickly review the material on ancient Greek life. There are 4 floors in the Academic Building. I am on the 4th floor, walking to class. My boots are wet from the Beach. I start to slip and lose my balance. I cannot regain my balance due to my backpack. It weighs damn near 50 pounds and pulls me down. I scream. I land on my side/back. There was a group of students (around 15 or so) waiting for their classroom to be unlocked 5 feet away from the scene of the accident. I was so embarrassed; but I couldn't stop laughing. All day long, I would think of the spill and start to laugh. I'm so graceful. Then, I started thinking about it....if this incident had happened exactly one year ago today, I probably would have cried, not laughed.

I'm glad I'm a laugher now.

Monday, October 07, 2002

Boys don't make me cry.

At least they shouldn't.
It's been a while since my last post. I'm now back in Flint; having a great time at KU. I started classes today..I spent $150 on books that weren't even TEXT books. Ah. I am also very tired; and very frustrated. I want to go work out my frustrations at the gym, but I am too tired; so that's not going to work. And today is Franklin's birthday. He is still the coolest guy from Maine EVER. My gift to him? A beautiful tap dance...he's been waiting to see me do it for a year.

Thursday, September 26, 2002

Tiny says that the more he talks to me, the more I seem "to be a person." Like a "real, real person." And that he never "counted me as such."
I am so excited. Kettering University is sending me, yes ME, to Florida in November. It's for a journalism conference. It's only for 4 days, but I am really excited. And I don't have to pay for it, either. Woo-hoo!

Tuesday, September 24, 2002

I just got down wind of something disturbing. Yesterday, my brother told me that he heard that a pretty good friend of mine from high school was going to go to jail for selling the date-rape drug. If any of you from high school know what I am talking about, would you please email me? I can neither confirm or deny that this is true, but it's driving me completely insane. I hope it's not true.

Thursday, September 19, 2002

His mother is afraid that he's going to hurt me.

I think she is right. But, you know what? It's still worth it.

Tuesday, September 17, 2002

"I cannot believe that the purpose of life is to be 'happy.' I think the purpose of life is
-to be useful
-to be responsible
-to be compassionate.
It is, above all
-to matter
-to count
-to stand for something
-to have made some difference that you lived at all."

~Leo Rosten
Just a few thoughts....
~I have an interview tomorrow. Blah.
~Today I am going to "A Taste of Clinton County." It should be good fun, even though it's at my dad's office-place.
~I highly recommend going to the Michigan Renaissance Festival at least once in your life; as there is no better place to people-watch. It's insane.
~I need school to start asap for the sake of my sanity.
~I am watching the Today Show, and they are talking about how Sesame Street now has an orphaned HIV muppet and the controversy that goes with it. Well duh! (This muppet only is in the South African show)
~I am severely smitten; and although it feels glorious, it is also scary.

Saturday, September 14, 2002

My cousin Brandon:

"Peer pressure is a mother f*cker."

I don't think he should have another beer. No, put it down B! You need to drink water.

Friday, September 13, 2002

I just got the mail. It included an envelope to me from the Office of the Clerk for the United States District Court. It looks like they want me to be a juror. Interesting...
I wonder if I would be a good juror? I always like things to be fair. I don't know if I could hold somebody accountable for something when I wasn't there to witness it. It makes me wonder.
Whoa, today is Friday the 13th and I didn't even know it.
Also, my favorite column in the Lansing State Journal appears every Tuesday and Friday. It's an advice column for the under-30 crowd and is written by Carolyn Hax for the Washington Post. I usually drink my coffee while reading it, but there wasn't any coffee this morning. Anger. And the title for this particular column is "Seek self-satisfation rather than dad's approval." Interesting.

It makes me think about my long conversation with Lockwitz yesterday.
Do girls in general have ulterior motives for everything? I'd like to think no. Last night I was informed that almost all guys do, though. And that I should pay attention to the way guys act around me when a certain boy is with me vs. when he is not with me. I don't know. Maybe I should do an experiment. Although, something tells me that it could get me into trouble. Maybe I will just observe. That sounds safer, so that's what I'll do.
I heart Tiny.

He's my hero for the new comment feature.

Thanks! (I think he stole it from Ms. Crabtree's friend Louisiana...)

Dude, Tiny. I just got kicked off AIM and it won't let me back on to thank you again. Just know that I appreciate all of your hard work and studying of the blogs!

Thursday, September 12, 2002

My father and I do not see eye-to-eye on most things these days. Granted, today was his birthday so I tried to be as civil as possible. It's hard to do when he thinks I'm an idiot. We are not really on speaking terms.

Is it wrong that when I signed his birthday card today, I didn't write "Love, Lindsey" and just wrote "Lindsey?" It's not that I don't love him. I don't know why I didn't write it. I always sign everything "Love." Even emails. I didn't even know that I failed to use that word until I looked at the card later.

I NEED to go back to school.
Okay. My little brother backed into my car this morning. He proceeds to blame me for parking behind him. I have not driven anywhere for the past two days, therefore, he knew my car was there. He had no problems with it yesterday morning, or the morning before. Also, he hit my car on the corner, so he was obviously aware that it was there, and he was steering around it.
I ask him if he is going to pay for it to be fixed. He says "I don't have that kind of money."
I say "Like I do?!"
He then says "You should feel lucky to have a car like that."
I say "I do. I am fortunate. But do you realize that while mom and dad are paying for the car, I am paying for school? That I will be almost $20,000 in debt by the time I'm 20?"
He says "Tough luck."

It's not even like my car is new. It's a beautiful egg-shell-blue 1994 Honda Accord. I love the Honda. I also just rolled over 122,000 miles on my last road-trip this weekend. And now it has a blemish that can't be hidden. Grrrrr. Does anyone see this as my fault?

Wednesday, September 11, 2002

A year ago this morning, I was sleeping soundly until the phone rang. My older brother said "Turn on the TV." and then hung up on me. I did what I was told, and once I understood what was going on, I ran to the bathroom and dry heaved for 20 minutes. I will never forget that day.

Just remember and say a prayer.

Tuesday, September 10, 2002

There are only three things that I want:

1. To be with him
2. To make him happy

These two automatically bring on number three:

3. To be happy
So, I was emptying the dishwasher last night when Jeffy-poo came home from practice. He smelled so sweet. Man, I love that sweet stench of 92 degree football practice. There's nothing like it. Jeff must know that I love it so much, because the first thing he did was take off his shirt, grab me by the wrists and try to share the smell with me. As a matter of fact, he succeeded in smashing his armpit into my face.

Have a nice day. :o)