February 2009
Test Run Count: II
As many of you know, I just don’t seem to get along well with many girls. It’s a shame, really, seeing as I’ve always wished for a group of girls that I could do brunch with or whatnot. But the truth is, girls generally don’t ‘get me’ and end up pissed off for something I didn’t intend to do (that is, if I did it in the first place).
Well, here I am in...
The question of the week:
I’ve worked at my job (as a barista) for 3 years come March. And though I’m known on a first name basis with the majority of my customers, as they are regulars, rarely do I speak to any of them outside of work. The exception is if I go to the store and see a couple of them in which we will say hi, exchange a few kind words, and walk away.
Well, apparently I got a phone call...
“How do I get a boyfriend?”
– A friend of mine to me the other day.
My answer: “You’re asking the wrong girl, sweetheart.”
Dream Interpreting Volume IV(ish?)
When I sleep, my preferred positions are either fetal or on my stomach. But my arms had to be in a certain formation or else I won’t be able to sleep due to that horrible tingly sensation when a hand, finger, or arm falls asleep. I wokay up 17 minutes ago in a strange position: driectly on my back with my left arm underneath the pillow beside me and my right cradling my head. I got home...
January 2009
Pink Eye.
Me: How's your pink eye?
5-year-old little sister: Umm... It's getting better.
Me: Has it turned purple yet?
Little sister: It turns purple?
Me: Chyea! When it starts getting better!
Little sister: Mooommm! When is my eye turning purple?!
Mom: Lindsay! Stop lying to your little sister!
Me: It's not lying! It's promoting imagination growth!
On Mae (See 'The Cast'):
CC: I'm going to be meeting Mae's boyfriend tonight.
Me: That's good. Nervous?
CC: No. He treats her good, which is nice for a change.
Me: What do you mean, 'for a change?'
CC: Well, all her other boyfriends haven't been very sweet to her.
Me: What other boyfriends? She's only had men that she sleeps with.
CC: Lindsay, don't be hating.
Me: I'm not hating, I'm just stating!
“All people want is someone to listen.”
– Hugh Elliot
Random Acts of Kindess: Lesson Ninety-Three.
Strike up a conversation with that girl who’s sitting alone over there. Tell her she has a nice shirt on. And then keep her company until she needs to leave.
IndieAndyy:
You’re lovely. I just thought you should know. :-)
Tomorrow:
I’m a massive fan of lists. I haven’t figured this out yet.
6:07am | Wake to annoying alarm. Get ready for work. 7:17am | Show up at work. Late. Again. Eh. 7:43am | Open early. Boss’s orders. Apparently there’s a shin-dig going on next door early tomorrow morning. 12:00pm | Get off work early. Again. 12:47pm | Pull myself away from work and go home. 1:09pm | Get...
“Is that your hand writing?… I like your handwriting… It’s...”
– An old man waiting for his car, too, at Mock Tire on January 26, 2009 at 1:07pm.
Seriously? Are you trying to read my journal?!
Twitter Response Courtesy of Mr. Texas:
Me: Waking up early (6am) on a Saturday bites the big ones. Seriously. Here I go creating fixes for those who sleep in until 10. Jerks.
Mr. Texas: Right... so yeah you wouldnt want to make a trip to my sisters tomorrow and bring me a coffee would ya?
Uh. Tonight entails:
Showering. No, I can’t wait until the morning. I’ll do the hair and such tomorrow morning though.
Writing. About what, not sure. Something, I’m sure, will come to mind. Always does.
Avoiding the little sister who has pink eye. Oh, God. Please don’t let me get pink eye.
Banging my head against the wall with every inhale from my father who is in the next room...
TWITTER!
You suck really bad right now!
Fo’ serious.
Tosser. Noun. English slang. Meaning: a person...
Me: I really wish Mr. Texas would leave me alone. Like, give me a break from him for the night.
The Ex: Me too.
Me: Cause he talks to me.
The Ex: Not only that. He's a tosser.
Me: Oh, geez. Aren't you all?
Lady Gaga - “Poker Face”
I wanna hold...
Prove your love.
Pet Peeve:
I’m not a normal girl. I don’t know why I was built so differently than every other female I’ve ever met. And let me tell you, I know quite a number of females seeing as I go to an all-women’s college. There isn’t very many girls like me so why is it that guys feel the need to treat me like any other normal girl?
I mean, thanks for caring for and...
I don't know how I did it, exactly...
But I somehow talked LG into fixing up a new template for my little site here. I’m very excited because come to find out, I’m not the HTML whiz I thought I was seeing as I haven’t worked with it for, oh I don’t know, three or four years.
So yes, I do owe you but you owe me too. I wouldn’t say we’re even though because forgetting about both occurances would be...
Delocator →
indieandyy:
kaytee:
robot-heart:
It’s a cool little search engine that helps you find coffee, books and movies — literally, that’s all you can search for — in (or pretty close to) your zip code. I wonder who their target audience is.
The search results are all noncorporate. I absolutely love this.
There is your answer Katie! Kaytee is! =)
That’s really kinda’ cool!
On Astrology:
Me: I love it. I think it's great.
LG: Yea, but how do they come up with all that crap?
Me: The stars tell them it!
LG: I look up at the stars all the time and they've never told me anything.
Me [sarcastic]: What's your deal? They tell me stuff all the time.
LG: You might want to get that checked out.
Forwarded Emails, as bad as watching the Local...
indieandyy:
peterwknox:
When I see a Forwarded Email from my mother (“Kitchen Fires!” “Obama’s Not Who You Think He Is!” “Internet Scams!” “Funniest Joke, Must Read!” “Identity Theft You Can’t Stop!” et al), I think she thinks I’ll read it and pass it along to everyone in my contact list, like she did.
She’s wrong.
I just delete them.
You and me both, sir.
I used to do this until one...
Matt and Desiree:
You guys are making me nervous!!
AHHHHH!!! Don’t do it Desiree, don’t do it! And Matt, stop daring her! GAH!
January 30, 2009 6:50am
As I laid in bed last night, my heart raced from too much caffeine and my head reeled. Maybe I’m just paranoid like every other female who has ever existed; I thought about our conversation last night and like a lightening bolt, the thought crossed my mind but then lingered: “We have become complacent.” I sat up in bed, staring into the darkness. I ran my palms over my eyes...
Books I've enjoyed that I think you would enjoy...
A list for anyone who is up for reading on a cold winter’s day.
The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. (Bar-none this is my favorite of all favorite books. It’s been translated into 60 different languages and has won awards all over the world. It’s about a shepherd boy trying to make his way to his ‘hidden treasure’ [and trying to reach enlightenment]. I recommend it for...
“You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the...”
– Johnny Cash
Random Acts of Kindness: Lesson Ninety-Two.
Spill your heart to the one you love.
Dear Ann Coulter:
I was just wondering… How does it feel to have no one take you seriously? How does it feel to know that majority of Americans can’t even stand the sound of your name?
Oh, and one more question. How does it feel to have plagarized one of your biggest sellers? I mean, how do you live with yourself knowing how many people you’ve walked all over just to get the reputation of...
Picture this.
Just heard two of my cats ‘mating.’ They make this God-awful sound, getting at it right under my window.
I threw a shoe at my window hoping the noise would scare them. Five seconds later, they were at it, moaning again. They do, they moan.
I got up and banged on the window. The noise stopped again for about five seconds. But they didn’t get apart. Again, they started...
OMFG A LIST!
theipodguru:
urbanredneck:
realrealsoft:
don’t stone me in the streets! things i have also never had:
a burrito
ketchup
chili
forgive me my father, for i have sinned! i will use my trip as an occasion to rectify these sins! hehe. rectify.
Rectalfy?
Yes, rectalfy…
hey, I’ve never had a burrito either!
Do you kids not have Mexican restaurants?
I just really need someone to talk to but no one...
(via sleepanddream)
Seriously. If you need someone, give me a shout either through email or GChat. I’m on (though invisible) right now.
P.S.
I want to read something good but all the books I have lined up to read, I feel, aren’t going to make me think as much as I want to.
I want a love story that makes me think. Open for suggestions.
To Do:
I think my nap schedule I have planned for myself tomorrow morning to mid afternoon will be interrupted seeing as I have a few things that need to be done.
Clean.
Laundry.
Clean out my car.
Scholarship applications.
And it’s late and I have been drinking so my mind is all blahhh. There’s more but I just can’t remember right now.
But tomorrow is Smile Friday. And Saturday I...
Score!
Walked into the kitchen to find nothing to eat.
I hate when they’re like Peanut Butter and Jelly but no bread, pasta but no sauce, cereal but no milk. So I called Domino’s.
And they have a sale for a Large Supreme pizza and 2 liter Coke for $17. That’s hot.
And I am very, very excited.
Glasses Part Two.
CC [in a retard's voice]: Here you go. Can you see?
Me: Yes, thank you. But you don't have to say it in a retard's voice.
CC [in a retard's voice]: Can you see?
Me: I'm not retarded; I'm just blind.
Glasses Part One.
Me: Can you do me a favor and wash my glasses for me?
CC: I'm scared to. What if I break them?
Me: You won't.
CC: What if I fall and break them?
Me: I won't ask how you are, I'll be like, "WTF! My glasses!"
CC: But you can't see me! You won't be able to find me!
Me: Ass.
CC: You can follow my voice!
Me: Thanks!
“It’s National Hat Day… Damn it! I missed it!”
– CC just now to me.
“do you know how much i ache to feel your skin? to hear your voice? do you know...”
– (via potterspoet:sleepanddream)
Honesty in everything will get you far, love.
When I was in high school, I was more or less like any other girl in high school except that I had a little trouble with who I was. I fought with myself more than I fought with others and hated who I thought I was without really realizing who I was. I was sixteen years old when I made a frantic phone call to my best friend, Sam, explaining to her that I didn’t know where I was but that she...