of course you gotta poke it Thursday, 3.25.04 :: 10:30 a.m. I think that when I leave for college, I'm gonna miss Mom blowing her silly whistle every morning and yelling "C'MON POP POP, LET'S GO!" But then again, maybe I won't. Memo: Won't be in school at YS till Tuesday, 'cause we can't sign the lease till Monday. Technicalities. But maybe I'll still show up for track? Hmmm... Not to just list things - especially this, but I feel like I should probably mention it... Mr. Merritt, my math teacher, died two nights ago of a heart attack. When Jenna and Matt told me that, my jaw just dropped. I take back all the mean things we've ever said about him, this is so awful. I mean, he has a family, and he was seriously trying to lose weight, he just waited a little too long... RIP. We're packing the computers up later tonight, so adios mis amigos :) Feel free to call, anytime... Friday's gonna be a killer. And with a goodbye, there she goes... again. [EDIT] Bob aka Taynoccio died. My fishy. I started crying, is that weird? Poor fish, I tried everything to make him better - water changes, water purifying drops, new food... And I checked him out for everything imaginable, from the infamous "ick" to every other kind of gross parasitic thing. Wish he could've just told me what was wrong. Maybe he was just depressed? RIP Bob. Two RIP's in one entry = bad.

just your typical wednesday Thursday, 3.25.04 :: 12:25 a.m. Ah yes. Woke up early, ate some toast, went back to sleep. Sleep is my friend, especially now because for some reason all my lightbulbs decided to burn out simultaneously, so it's a little dark in here. Who knew, hum. Am not looking forward to moving all of the boxes in here downstairs tomorrow morning, nor packing up the remaining random things that are still lying around... but come Saturday - after 12 pm, that is - I think I'll be able to breathe a little more easily. Or just plain start breathing again? We'll see. Thanks to everyone who's coming to help us unload the U-Haul, and if you're not coming... well, I still love you. And if you take the time to go buy one, your new Wawa Shorti Plush Toy could love you too! Go ahead, confess your undying devotion to such a delightful representation of cold-cuts. You know you want to. So, Hu Nan Palace is hidden. It should definitely be called Shangrila, because man, I COULD NOT find it, and ooooh their sushi was good. Philly roll, tuna roll, "super roll"... *drool*. :) Best dinner moment: Jenna telling her horror story about her younger brother. Rocket through the roof. And I thought I had it bad... Fortune cookie between the sheets, anyone? Julia is teh awesome. She is the queen of making me laugh, just through silly online things, like this: Juls8642: just think of it as candyland, once you get through the fat purple plum butt, the crazy toffee lady, and the crazay fudge swamp you'll get to the king's uber candy supply. Ok, so plum butt is father, toffee lady is mother, then that crazay fudge swamp must be Salisbury? Oooooh boy :)

i want to Tuesday, 3.23.04 :: 06:20 p.m. To the world at large: I love you. I love you I love you I love you and I'm never going to stop loving you. I love getting up in the morning and going running before the sun comes up, only to be back in bed by the time the rest of my family wakes up. I love my daily bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios (or Frosted Mini-Wheats, depending on my mood), eaten while sitting on the couch watching the news. I love the sun, and the wind, and the rain, and the snow, and yes - even the cold. I love writing, and thinking that maybe someday someone else will love it too. I love music, and mixes given as gifts. I love surprise parties, and friends who don't give them away, and I even love Mrs. Harned and her FREAKING INSANE packets of AP test stuff. I won't say I love the AP tests, or the SAT, or any other standerdized test, 'cause I most definitely do not, but I love the fact that I have the opportunity to take them, and do well, and use them as a stepping-stone to other, better things. Life always has potential - every minute of every day something amazing could happen. Granted, things might not always turn out the way you would like them to, but "in the end, we've all got a friend." And don't you forget it.

quiz ahead! Monday, 3.22.04 :: 08:00 p.m. Your Sign Is: Curves Ahead You've got a lot of sex appeal, but you don't overplay it. You know you're hot. And you don't have to prove it to anyone else. Instead of being the center of attention, you tend to lure your crush away from the crowd. It's hard work to get with you - but you are worth the effort. What's Your Street Sign? More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva If you take that one, beware of the porn pop-ups. Ewwww. Notes to Self: - Don't forget to go into 4th period English tomorrow. Go running and take shower beforehand, preferably. - Get batteries to have for calculator during the SAT. Do not let this SAT be a repeat of November's, math is much easier when you don't have to think about half of it. - Study for the SAT, again, you slacker!* - Get poster tubes to pack posters in. (=Wal-Mart) - Also get more tape. - Remember: it's Mom's 50th on Friday! Think of something nice to do for her. (Again, suggestions welcome!) - Return Hamlet. Maybe finish it first? - Back up computer. - Remember to go visit Matt and get Arby's on Friday night! He will give you a 10% discount, and is therefore teh awesome! - Hit Father up for missed allowance. Excuse? Need to buy underwear. :P - GO RUNNING YOU SLACKER.* Did you know that writing down all the things you have to do is stress relieving? Sometimes it doesn't feel like it... Off to Wal-Mart, ciao my loves. * Joe will yell at you if you don't! :)

nekkid Monday, 3.22.04 :: 06:15 p.m. Pitas just ate my entry, grrrrrrrrrrrr. Reality check later. It is currently 6:16 pm and still light out! This means that there is, after all, some hope of winter going away soon. For now we have to deal with a few blustery days, though. I'm definitely not looking forward to going to track practice in wind like we had today... I wish Bob would get better soon :/

i'll string your cheese Sunday, 3.21.04 :: 12:40 a.m. Sup York in 12 hours! Too much driving sitting. Too much money spent on gas? As I was rummaging through my school stuff, I glanced through some gov't shiz and saw this: Teacher's droning voice Cell phone interjects IS IT MINE? OH NO! Good thing I was sitting in the back of the room... Ar sistr zo graet 'vit bout evet, lonla Hag ar marc'hed 'vit bout karet Karomp pep hini e hini, lonla 'Vo quit da zen kaout jalouzi -Son Ar Sistr And the cool thing was that I could actually figure out some of those words from way back in 8th grade when I tried to start teaching myself Irish Gaelic.

wrap Friday, 3.19.04 :: 05:22 p.m. So, my last day at Bennett is over. The bell rang, and I walked out. I have mixed feelings about this, since I'll be leaving some awesome people, but I don't think I'll miss the actual school. Yeah, just some of the people... and I can't wait to hang out with my Yorkies :) And track! Ahhh, it's been too long. Anyway, there are a few pictures here that I took in the intervals that my camera felt like cooperating. And now to pack. And pack and pack and pack... Oh, and Mom signed the separation agreement today. Is this really happening? It's weird for a second, but then the next second it seems like the most natural thing on earth. And to end on a happy(er) note: I, Lindsay Trice, ended up with an A in precalc!!! Take THAT Mr. Merritt.

hey, it aint the first time, believe me Wednesday, 3.17.04 :: 09:21 p.m. Linky linky :) Interesting, no? I'm definitely on a Led Zeppelin kick. I've had Fool In the Rain stuck in my head all day - guitar chords and all. Dum dum DUM dum dum... And the the awesome piano and drum sets in the middle. If music were edible, this would be a feast. Yum :) Speaking of music, Joe mentioned something about the DMB summer tour last night, so I, of course, got very excited. Hope we/I can go. Now I will stand in the rain on the corner, I watch the people go shufflin' downtown. There's talk of my braces coming off within the next two months or so, in case anyone cares. I'm certainly excited... either that or just really sick and tired of these stupid metal wires, and therefore am very happy? I don't think it's quite the same thing. I met a very memorable man tonight - the pastor for the Luteran Point Retirement Home. Sounds exciting, I know, but this man sounds like he's led an incredibly full and interesting life. Our dinner table at the Mardi Gras party ended up talking to him for about half an hour about the War in Iraq (he's a Vietnam vet.) and the soon-to-be presidential nominees in general. He's extremely well-grounded, and is an awesome conversationalist. Why do I mention this? Well, so I don't forget him. Ah, yes, contradictory.. "It is a feeling of relief, almost of pleasure, at knowing yourself at last genuinely down and out. You have talked so often of going to the dogs - and well, here are the dogs, and you have reached them, and you can stand it. It takes off a lot of anxiety." -George Orwell; Down and Out in Paris and London

currently, in our world Tuesday, 3.16.04 :: 09:37 p.m. The US is dealing with the War in Iraq, and an upcoming election during which the two major candidates will spend their time bickering over who's telling the truth about other world leaders' opinions. Meanwhile, Spain deals with their equivalent of 9/11 (noncoincidentally, theirs is 3/11), while France tells their citizens that, within schools they have no freedom of religious expression (but only if the students in question are Muslim, Jewish, or any other "minority"). Martha Stuart is facing jail-time, and Whitney Houston is in a rehab center... but, heck, what else is new. "Waldrobe malfunction" is now the most used phrase in Hollywood thanks to dear JT and Janet. A new, drug resistant strain of tuberculosis has been found in the Netherlands, while millions of chickens are killed all over the world in an attempt to isolate the avian flu - mad cow disease remix. I won't go into Russia or the Middle East, there are too many sepratists involved and it's too late at night. In local news, I still haven't done my math homework. Oh yeah, there's a "tenth planet" now, too. Damn those hunks of rock ruining our elementary school rhymes! I dearly want to be able to wear shorts, a t shirt and flip-flops to school tomorrow. Alas.

oh la la Sunday, 3.14.04 :: 11:10 p.m. Having spent the entire day packing, I am utterly exhausted. Mom and I pretty much finished the attic, though - definitely a good thing. About half of my room is packed, I'll probably do the other half in the last few days before we move, since I need some stuff around me to keep me sane for the next two weeks. It's difficult trying to keep Mom sane, dealing with Laura/Dad, going to school, and studying for all these $%%^$! Collegeboard tests at the same time, while not going crazy myself. I can't wait for summer. Rawk. The frogs are awake in the drainage ditches again, and however gross that is, their croaking makes me sleepy.

happy st. paddys day! Saturday, 3.13.04 :: 06:37 p.m. Pretty sunset today; windswept clouds: And if anyone if following the Russian "election" here's some news, if you can call it that. Putin's gonna combat poverty? Uh huh, yeeeah.

i am such a night person Saturday, 3.13.04 :: 01:06 a.m. However, being a night person does not click very well with a sister who gets up at 7 every morning. Nor does it click with the fact that this morning I have to get up at 7. Something about grocery shopping and blood tests (???) was mumbled to me as everyone else fell into bed. Yes, even Mom fell into bed. Lately she's been feeling, um, stressed, to say the least... I need to come up with something awesome for her birthday on the 26th, any suggestions? Ah, I should sleep, but I want to finish up a few of these boxes. I feel kinda guilty ripping the tape, since everyone else is asleep, but oh well. It's amazing how much stuff I have - I keep putting things into boxes, packing everything in all nice and tight, and sealing the boxes up, only to look around and not notice a difference in the amount of stuff in this room. Hopefully by Sunday most of my room will be packed. Pssh yeah, right. :)

musings Friday, 3.12.04 :: 02:25 p.m. Does everybody know what time it is? Study hall time! Haha, good stuff, let me tell you. To begin, I would like to share this headline with you, and draw your attention to the paragraphs that go something like this: "The study found that the heated, fevered exchange of such bodily fluids as sweat and saliva creates conditions ideal for the development of Communist microbes. 'These Red cells spread quickly into the brain, reducing the victim to an unwitting footservant of the Bolsheviks...'" Absolutely love The Onion, really. On the agenda for tonight is more packing (Mom's finally getting some actual boxes) - I pretty much have to have my room packing by the end of this weekend, especially if I want to meet up with everyone in the Inner Harbor next Saturday. I'm not sure what I want to bring to the apartment this first time around... we'll be moving again once we buy a house, and since Dad's staying in the house down here I can pretty much leave whatever I want here. Hmmm, we'll see. Bob jumped out of his bowl again this morning. I had a magazine on top of it to prevent that exact thing from happening, but he somehow jumped through the hole that I left so air could circulate. He should be in the circus or something. Song of the Moment: Hooch by Everything The working day was long And the road is grinding on And your body's winding down again The tribal fire's here And the circle speaks so near And the simple truth so very much clearer Who got the hooch, baby Who got the only sweetest thing in the world? Who got the love, who got the fresh-e-freshy? Who got the only sweetest thing in the world? Let's get real let's get heavy 'Til the water breaks the levee Let's get loose, loose who got the hooch? The birds and bees will sing And the jams begin to ring And the good vibes flow from me to you The evening turns to night The fire and moonlight The dance of all who came before Thumbs up.

affirmative Thursday, 3.11.04 :: 11:26 p.m. Yes, Tayn, I read those messages... Sometimes I even write back! GASP! :) Loved our awesome conversation tonight, by the way. P.S. Warwick one-upped Duke. Because "DUKE SUCK!" and Warwick is "MASTER OF THE PILLOW!" Oy and bloody hell.

update Thursday, 3.11.04 :: 07:16 p.m. More on the Spain attack. "It was...exactly 2 1/2 years after the Sept. 11, 2001, terrorist attacks in the United States, and was Europe's worst since the 1988 bombing of a Pan Am jetliner over Lockerbie, Scotland, that killed 270 people." Why do people do this?

zar - 311, joe - happy 11th! Thursday, 3.11.04 :: 10:48 a.m. Madrid Explosions Kill at Least 173. Ugggh. Eso es muy malo, no me lo gusta. There's an apraiser walking around our house as I'm typing, she's asking Mom a bunch of questions about flooring and what we've done to this house. By the way, renovations are EXPENSIVE. Holy crap, you don't want to know what we've spent on this stupid house. I'm sure Father spent more than he needed to, which is now coming back to bite him in the butt for a bunch of reasons. I spent the morning napping and talking to Mom about what furniture we're taking and what's staying here with Dad. Everything seems so transient. This may sound a little stupid, but I'm only just now realizing that in 16 days we'll be gone, and Mom, Dad, Laura and I will never spend a night under the same roof all together again. It's sad, but in a happy way, if that makes any sense. Gotta keep thinking about how AWESOME it's gonna feel to be back with everyone in York, to keeo me from wigging out. Oh! Bulletin: *** We need help during the late afternoon/early evening of Saturday, March 27th! Manual labor (eg moving heavy things up some stairs from a U-Haul) will be necessary, and will be paid for with all-you-can-eat pizza (probably from Papa John's - let's support Becky and her strippers!). Email or IM me if you're able to help! *** You'll get lucky if we end up hiring movers instead of doing the U-Haul thing, cause we'll still welcome company and repay it with lots of pizza :) Anyway, the Campbell's chicken gumbo is calling, so I think I'll answer.

pre bday celebrations Wednesday, 3.10.04 :: 09:00 p.m. We love you big girl, you! (Hey, I needed something to do between packing boxes and doing SAT shiz... or pretending to do it. I really should get on that, I suppose.)

17 and random bits Wednesday, 3.10.04 :: 04:41 p.m. Come to Kenya we've got lions! That's been stuck in my head all day. I wish I could make that cool background lip-trumpet noise, but alas, my mouth is very messed up. Eww.

the effects of pumped-up tylenol Tuesday, 3.9.04 :: 06:26 p.m. This is kinda weird - my arms feel like they're stuck in that stage where you realize that they're asleep, but you haven't moved them yet. Only, they're not asleep. And my head feels like it's sort of floating a few feet above my neck, which is cool. I feel tall for once :) Maybe I should go lie down before I fall over. Guys, we're gonna be seniors next year... What happened to being 10 and playing freeze tag on the big toy? Or making Spanish videos in Srta's class? This summer we HAVE to play capture the flag, like every day. Hardcore, yo.

18 days, 12 of school, and 22 till Tayn's 17! Monday, 3.8.04 :: 10:38 p.m. I love this, I'm actually DRAWING again! I'm pretty sure this reversal in artistic... block? stems from the fact that I'm COMING BACK in 18 days, and am therefore NOT DEPRESSED. Loving the caps. Fuzzer330: ha ha, waht made u thing orf that? Fuzzer330: *of Fuzzer330: *WHAT Fuzzer330: opos capsq Fuzzer330: *caps Fuzzer330: EOE Fuzzer330: *WOW Fuzzer330: OMG, THIS IS CRAZY Fuzzer330: cool@ Fuzzer330: ! Fuzzer330: aaaaaaaaaack Fuzzer330: i wanna take typing skillz again Fuzzer330: lol LiL6471: whatchu talking about? you've got allll the skillz, yo Fuzzer330: ha ha HA HA HA Fuzzer330: u on fiya! LiL6471: LOL Fuzzer330: fuck! LiL6471: ack! Fuzzer330: ha that was my random, angry moment but i tink i'm over it... Also, I am a cat smackin' riot, according to Nate, who is now both a ghetto beast and a hick beast. Since today was the first day of YS track practice, a tribute to running: "Every time, just before I take off in a race, I always feel like I'm in a dream, teh kind of dreams you have when you're sick with fever and feel all hot and weightless. I dream I'm flying over a sandy beach in the early morning sun, kissing the leaves of the trees as I fly by. And there's always the smell of apples, just like in the country when I was little and used to think I was a choo-choo train, running through the fields of corn and chugging up the hill to the orchard. And all the time I'm dreaming this, I get lighter and lighter until I'm flying over the beach again, getting blown through the sky like a feather that weights nothing at all. But once I spread my fingers in the dirt and crouch over the Get on Your Mark, the dream goes and I am solid again and am telling myself, Squeaky you must win, you must win, you are the fastest thing in the world, you can even beat your father up Amsterdam if you really try. And then I feel my weight coming back just behind my knees then down to my feet then into the earth and the pistol shot explodes in my blood and I am off and weightless again, flying past the other runners, my arms up and down and the whole world is quiet except for the crunch as I zoom over the gravel in the track. I glance to my left and there is no one. To the right, a blurred Gretchen, who's got her chin jutting out as if it would win the race all by itself... the white ribbon is bouncing toward me and I tear past it, racing into the distance till my feet with a mind of their own start digging up footfulls of dirt and brake me short. Then all the kids standing on the side pile on me, banging me on the back and slapping my head with their May Day programs, for I have won again and everybody on 151st Street can walk tall for another year." - from The Runner's Literary Companion My abs hurt from a crapload of crunches, my arms burn from lifting and situps, and my thighs are twitching from mucho lunges. I love it, and I can't wait. Kudos to Matt for doing track!

20 days Sunday, 3.7.04 :: 08:16 p.m. March 27th = SAT. Also = WHEN WE'RE COMING BAAAACK!!! (for good.) Wow. Bring on the boxes.

war is hell Friday, 3.5.04 :: 04:21 p.m. Duke sets record for largest pillow fight ever. Hehe. Obviously, we haven't left yet... damn technicalities.

silence = rape Thursday, 3.4.04 :: 10:41 p.m. The Congo scares me. In the (very local) news: Rita's is open! Remembers, ducklings, March 20th is the first day of spring, and is therefore free Rita's ice day! Mark your calendars. I've decided that the outfits of almost every white girl down here can be predicted with one simple equation: pink polo shirt + ruffled jean skirt + Uggs (or flip flops, if they're daring) + matching backpack = girl. The pink polo shirt may be discontinued in favor of another shirt du jour, as time demands. Likewise, the white guys' clothes are: button-up plaid shirt + "laid=back" khakis + flip flops = guy. While I'm at it, ghetto girls' seem to be very fond of uber tight jeans, stilettos, and tight screen print T's, while those lovable ghetto boyz are into the construction boots, huge jeans, and XXXXXXL white shirts. Today I saw one kid wearing a shirt that hit well below his knees. I wonder if he paid extra for all that cotton... Yeah. I lieu of anything better to say - (dash for emphasis, whoohoo AP English and Biddle) this time tomorrow night, I'll be in Dork, PA :)

blahboing Wednesday, 3.3.04 :: 02:37 a.m. Just when I had started to weep for all the trees that I had anticipated on killing for my stupid mistake, someone pulled the lightbulb's chain. Normally, when I do something utterly STUPID like forgetting to type page numbers onto my glorious research paper, I'll reciprocate by being even MORE stupid and just reprinting the entire thing. Well, at 2:30 AM, I am apparently more coherent than I am at 4 PM: I just printed out a document that's completely blank except for the page numbers, onto what I had previously printed. And you know what? I take back that statement regarding my coherence. I put the paper back in the printer incorrectly - i now have page numbers on the bottom left of each page. Upside-down, nonetheless. Damn it all, my printer takes half an hour to print 15 pages, and this silly paper is decidedly... longer... than that. I weep for the trees, my lack of sleep, for a dearth of dark chocolate. I just used the word "dearth" in a blog at 2:45 AM. Now I'm questioning whether or not that is even a word.