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name:lindsay
alias: lil
home: pa, york specifically
house: salisbury... temporarily :P
school: whoops
eyes: blue
hair: red
peanut butter? yes.
a (you asked for it) : short girl who spends her time either being insane, happier than a monkey in a banana store, running, reading, running, hablo-ing con jose, running, "making t-shirts", running or sleeping. we like sleeping, yeeees. bwhahahah!
suburbanite.
american.
a lawn flamingo!
smile
rain, sun, friends, friends in york, a good movie, a good book, handel's (in york, yes), long phone conversations (to people in york?), shopping, procrastination, warm sweaters, good music, elijah wood, Spiders, hammocks, running, fh, art shtuff, dancing, the beach, hugs, pictures, vacation and pictures of vacation... oh, and SNOW DAYS, because, ya know, you can't build a snowman without snow, though many have tried...
run away!
spiders, mindless repetition (aka school), arguments, money, not being able to drive (just you wait...), the warning labels on hair dryers, laziness, interruptions, vaccums, doors and laundromats
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Thursday, 3.6.03--04:34 p.m.
[ h to the izzle ]
so there's a guy, and he has a new theory, caled the varying speed of light theory. it goes against einsteins theory of a constant speed of light, and is INSANE. holy crap! the way discover explains it, it could be used in conjunction with cosmic strings to make star travel possible, in that travelers could return to earth to find that months instead of a million years had passed. so weird.
got pictures back today! there are a couple from the avril lavigne concert (tayn!) and a bunch from new years. there are a lot of pics of sarah for some reason, it's strange. i like almost all of them for once! yay! now, to run... in the rain?
Tuesday, 3.4.03--11:54 p.m.
[ for those of you listening out there in tv land ]
time for sleeping. time for reading too. time for going home? i wish. in 5 minutes there will be no more cookies/candy/chocolate for awhile, which is a good thing. went running, it felt great, aside from the FLAT aspect of it. oh well, that's what york is for :) can't wait until Thursday, or Friday, whichever... it shall be fun. oh, there is sadness here, for the greenish feathery thing fell off of the pen tayn gave me! *tear* really, i loved that thing...
guess what? i've got a bday present already... the SAT! ooooh gooey globules of funess! the SAT on my bday, how appropriate. maybe i can take it on the 9 or whatever instead.
sleeptime, maybe
Tuesday, 3.4.03--04:34 p.m.
[ make you miiine ]
number of dead chickens seen on road today: 9
number of dead misc. birds seen on road today: 4
number of dead squirrels seen on road today: 3
and that my friend is life in salisbury. stay away, stay faaar away.
mom called the md board of education today to see if i could run with a public school track team, since whoops *ahem* doesn't have track. guess what they told her? if you said "NO" then you're one smart cookie. yep. can't run with a high school team this season. now, what to do... i guess we'll call the college, since i'm gonna be taking an art class (hopefully) there sometime soon. i don't know wha we'll do if that doesn't work out. whatever happens, i WILL run... somewhere.
forgot what else i was gonna talk about... it smells like popcorn downstairs. mmm, food.
Monday, 03.03.03--11:49 p.m.
[ how cool was that? ]
"studying" chem. funny how i keep saying that. maybe i should actually try to understand it. makes me mad when i'm forced to cram an entire chapter into one night. i'd rather be reading... not a textbook. sigh. i like email from friends. amen to that.
Monday, 03.03.03--06:09 p.m.
[ why look at that one ]
my weekend was awesome, up until last night. bowling was great, we ended up with around 30 people, and the jumbo cards are THE BEST! (thanks for letting me have em tayn!) wish we could've seen that "movie"... sigh, oh well, when it comes out on video.
i hope things get better at the hospital, one way or another
Thursday, 2.27.03--12:17 a.m.
[ the icing on the freakin' cake that was ]
You're a Non-box.
What box do you get put in?
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ever not feel like doing anything? i mean REALLY not feel like doing anything - to the point where you can't think if you just try to read a book or something. ok, so take that feeling and triple it and you might be kinda close to how i feel right now. then add in some depression, and homesickness, and apathy... yeah. wanna stay up and watch infomercials? oh that's right, you're not here. damn. and the sky was so pretty...
next year. i don't know. i have no idea anymore.
and no one notices when you're upset, nor do they leave you alone.
sorry for ranting. gonna go curl up in bed now. wake me up on... june 12, thanks.
Wednesday, 2.2603--05:44 p.m.
[ and i wanna walk with you ]
some thoughts...
life is annoying. not life itself, just the crappy stuff that happens while one is living. i guess there's enough good stuff to more than make up for the bad, but still... take the old subject of moving for example, not to rehash things, but it's a very pertinent example. now, i for one think that the whole idea of meeting new people/seeing new things etc... is a very good one. however, that is assuming that you're a willing participant. in my case, i'm anything BUT a willing participant, and i want to go HOME. gah. one minute i'm fine, and the next i'm ready to cry, i don't get it. and it's not that i miss our old house all that much, it was great, but just a place to live. i miss all the people too, but i still talk to everyone, and see 'em pretty often, considering. what i really miss is school, and hanging out with said people, and actually having a life. school here... is just school. strictly school, academics are top priority. i try so hard not to compare whoops to ys, but it's impossible not to. like today, the upper school watched the dress rehearsal of the muscial. now, it was good and all, but all i could think of was how great anne, bill, trevor, or nate or anyone from ys would be for a certain part. don' get me wrong, i saw a few pretty good actors/singers, but nothng compared to suburban people. it seemed like a ys middle school musical almost, only on a little stage. so yeah. so want to go back home... the classes at ys are better too, at least in my opinion. i guess i shouldn't really judge anything yet, but i'm going to :P ok, so even though this is a prep school, we don't do that much work. at all. i haven't done hwk in at least two weeks. nt that i WANT more work, it's just that i feel like i'm not learning anything. maybe because i'm not? and then here's art. and track. and coffeehouses. and everything else that i've done, you can bet they don't have it here. soo frustrating... so apathetic. blah. gonna go eat a cookie...
on the flip side:
24 HOURS LEFT! oh so can't wait!
Tuesday, 2.25.03--11:00 p.m.
[ that'll do it for our tues. night episode ]
i think the connection between the stock market and computers was designed to suck in all men ages 18-101 and quickly dispose of their free time and grey matter.
YOU EAT PEOPLE!!!
what's YOUR deepest secret?
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Monday, 2.24.03--11:03 p.m.
[ would you give up the world ]
"it's just sometimes the helping is impaired by stray soup etc..."
there. the beginning of the all-too-famous t-shirt list.
Monday, 2.24.03--07:05 p.m.
[ burn in heck sez i ]
i'm in such a good mood. ah, i love life. such a cliche, but hey, i can stand that every once in a while. :) i rhyme too. thurs=fun. oh yes. all i have to do is get through tomorrow... wed... and i'm home free! freeeee! plus, it feels like summer, and that's always a good sign. unfortunately, i can't go outside and bum around because it's windy, and i have a bunch of stuff to study for (read: history, chem, span, and alg. yeah, it's lame, and easy, but that doesn't mean i can't complain) yep. and our cable box still doesn't work. joy! AND moms getting a car on fri, we think. we'll see how that goes... it's in lancaster. ironic. the story of my life, teehee... and our phone's taped down to the reciever, cuz it's not working... yeah we knew that. !!!!
-me
p.s. i love oreos. and summer. and going back to yoooooork....
Sunday, 2.23.03--11:31 a.m.
[ turrur ]
this needs to be shown to a select few
Saturday, 2.22.03--04:04 p.m.
[ that dog has a death wish ]
my aunt ran over her dog. well, technically, she only half ran over her, just her legs. JUST. oh my. poor Breezy. apparently she's alright, even walking around. she must have nine lives or something... first the brillo pad and string, and now this. heh, my cousins are NEVER gonna let kathy forget this.
rainy day, rainy day. i love rain, it sorta mutes eveything. plus, it's good for reading. inside, that is. yes.
"Walking and talking in the Athenian Academy one day, Plato defined humankind as the two-legged animal without feathers. The nest day, they say, Diogenes dropped by the Academy with a plucked chicken." - Beak of the Finch
Friday, 2.21.03--07:55 p.m.
[ you wanna see it? ]
so it's a friday night, and i have nthing to do except waste time. so boring. gah. for anyone i talk to regularly, i'm sorry it's the same old spiel, but really, i am BORED.
got my hair cut, that was the excitement of the day :) gripe: no matter what hair place you go to, they always try to blow dry your hair! it bothers me to no end... i never blow dry mine because a) it's a waste of time (hah! contradiction here) b) it's hot, and annoying and not worth it, and c) it's not the greatest thing for you hair. yes, i know, i am all knowledgeable. that, and very peeved at hairdressers. you sit there completely unsuspecting, and then WHOOSH! you're bombarded with an obnoxious blast of hot air. it's impossible to communicate with anyone during this time, the only way you could get them to stop would be to run out of the room screaming, in which case i'm pretty sure they'd run after you with their round boar's hair bristle brushes yelling, "wait! we need to dry your ends! and then there's the no frizz serum!"
so that was my day. now on to the computer that just came, and "interpreting" what dad says and joe's replies...
Friday, 2.21.03--12:36 a.m.
[ into your arms into your arms i will go-oo ]
i've been really tired for some reason lately... didn't get to watch ER tonight, all because joe called. talking is better than watching i always say. it's really hard to actually sit down and do work, i haven't actually done that yet. not motivated? maybe. lazy? that too. oh well. c'est la vie, and life is short so sleep and have fun. speaking of which... bedtime
Thursday, 2.20.03--05:12 p.m.
[ where are you going this wkend? ]
actual title of a book: "The Problems with Death". how amusing :) now, this is a book from the whoops library, so you know that it's been well read, well placed, and generally not understood.
story of the day: we were driving back home from school, and there was this truck next to us. it said "trucking industries" on the side, only it was written in cursive, i thought it said... "fucking industries." if only... but then i said that out loud, and mom what like, "what...?" and it was funny. :)
time to write a bio of Annie Lebowitz. let the good times roll... at least next wkend will. more later, bye all
Wednesday, 2.19.03--06:31 p.m.
[ we're eating genetically modified vegatables ]
some people like to spend their free time writing persuasive essays about the shittiness of the local wal-mart for the world to read. that's your cue, joe. :) me? i'd rather rant and ramble about nothing in particular, because, well, i have nothing else to write about. so! let the insanity begin! bwhahahaa!
watching the simpsons right now... it's been made a chore actually, because the #!*%$ cable box keeps spazing out and giving me a heart attack. it's decided that it loves making me get up every 5 minutes to slam it against the floor. i, however, AM NOT AMUSED. lil wants:
1. a working cable box
2. dumplings
3. some advil
4. a track team
5. more snow
6. summer (ironic?)
7. a license... to kill? heh... *shifty eyes*
8. last but certainly not least, a joe. 9 days...
is that too much to ask? oh look, dads home. we shall now observe the smoke content of the room approximately double. yay!
the orchid makes me happy. i should paint it or something. heh, fun shtuff. but did you know "that we're actually looking at it's genetalia?" the joys of science books. :)
Tuesday, 2.18.03--04:45 p.m.
[ !!!!!!!!!!!!! ]
natanya, you ROCK! i mean it, you are one of the most awesome people i know... waking up from a nap and opening some purple sparkley wrap to find FIVE PAGES OF 'LIJ/ORLANDO IN ALL THEIR GLORY, is, well, awesome. you just made this girl very happy :) you know me way too well. thank you!!
Tuesday, 2.18.03--01:01 p.m.
[ we're all smoke ]
this makes me happy:
The average "original" oreo cookie
1 3/4 inches or 4.445 cm (width)
.314961 inches or 8mm (height)
these people actually did a study of oreos. the world isn't all bad :) wanna know how many kinds of oreos there are? 9! mmmm...
Tuesday, 2.18.03--12:25 p.m.
[ but there's something about her ]
another snow day to waste away... we had yesterday off, and now today. so much snow (everywhere but here)! delmarvians are crazy, really. take that one day when i woke up and there was nothing on the roads at all, so i proceeded to take a shower, eat breakfast etc... and then dad comes downstairs to tell me that we had an hour delay. hah? it's the epitome of strangeness.
so now what to do with all this time? read some more? i've already done that for two hours, and there's a limit to the amount of evolution/finches/drosophilia/guppies that a person can take at once. don't get me wrong, beak of the finch is an awesome book, but i keep thinking that i'm reading about the same thing over and over again. maybe because i am? i don't remember. i guess i could do homework or something, that's so boring. gah. "highlight and annotate ch 12.6" blah blah blah. the thing i look forward to (if one can call it that) the most is actually reading the chem book. now how sad is that? i know i'm a science nerd or whatever, but come on. i think it's time for summer... but that's another problem in itself. it would be so nice to be able to go back to york and spend a bunch of time there, but somehow i don't see that happening. dad wants me to stay here, i'm positive about that, and mom won't go against anything he says. we're just one big happy family now. so pessimistic! i wasn't like this before, what happened?
10 days until next thursday... so can't wait.
i should go draw! except... i think i've lost all artistic skills i might have once had. not really drawing/painting anything for around 6 months will do that to you, i guess. and cubism just doesn't cut it. they like cubism here. joy!
Sunday, 2.16.03--04:19 p.m.
[ i feel so out of the loop... gah ]
SNOW
it's stroke 9 time again
is it already a quarter to ten?
how can I drag my body from this bed again
when I feel so heavy
from the weight of nothing
it's not about you as I said
now it's a quarter to two, another night run through
without connecting
to anything
this city life is dragging us down
I'm already so far away from where I need to be
I'm already so far away
we move a mile a minute
just to keep ourselves in it.
Now I think we've come to far not to win it
what is it?
City Life
oh the irony
and:
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Sunday, 2.16.03--01:53 p.m.
[ listening to are you in on this ]
snow today, keep looking out the window and dad still hasn't made it a quarter of the way down the driveway. i should help. right.
"what comes after the national guard?"
Saturday, 2.15.03--06:56 p.m.
[ re-unions re-ally... suck ]
hah, so we went to grannys 80th bday party today... that was fun. actually, it was, if you blank out everyone excpet those people under the age of 10. ashley and haley are so cute :) they made the 4+ hour party well worth it.
haley (age 5): "you can't run, but you can hide!"
ashley (age 8): "the 80 makes a toilet seat with a hiney on it!"
heh, so we were playing hide and go seek. in an elk lodge. ooooh yees, boy was that fun. :) ashley and laura went and hid in the bathroom, standing on toilet seats, and this old lady (my great-aunt? i think??) almost walked in. hah, ashley and laura are quick though, they got out of there fast, let me tell you! oh, and now mom is a "hot mama!"
so now it's time to go find place for my fragile flower, from joe of course (love ya!). we packed a lot of fun into one night, didn't we? :P heh
Friday, 2.14.03--07:26 a.m.
[ darwin had finches? ]
WHOOOHAH! it's friday! and it's THIS friday, meaning, a good one. oh, we have no bread. or rather, we have no bread that is not covered with mold :P anyone for chicken salad?
Thursday, 2.13.2--06:01 p.m.
[ beep ]
PEOPLE LOVE ME! I HAVE FRIENDS! hahahah, we got all the forwarded mail today, en un sobre muy grande... yo tengo tres [letters] de mi amigas, y muchas revistas. yay! entertainment for lil! she needs all she can get, let me tell you... however, not this weekend. or at least not this friday/sat morning. wanna know why? oh, c'mon, you know you do! joe's coming back! back, as in "back to a place where he's only been a few times." hah, yes. so happy, oh my.
Mom: "Laura, what the heck are you doing?"
Laura: (spinning round in the middle of a KMart aisle) "Trying to confuse the compass!"
that's my family for ya ;)
also: valentines day isn't a real holiday. i'm trying to figure out if people understand this. sure, it's fun and all (especially with a great guy coming to visit...) but it shouldn't be such a huge deal. heh, theres this guy at whoops who's rumored to be sending this girl a huge chocolate bear or something, and flowers. now, this is gonna happen at lunch. we'll see what happens i guess. heh.
everyone go here: the site of the guy who is so obviously NOT an asian
it's been so long, and thinking about it right now, it seems like a novelty
Wednesday, 2.12.03--07:57 a.m.
[ this morning is ]
dream: sarah, tayn, zarin, joe and i were in it... along with mr. butthead and sra kinneman. the five of us were playing ping-pong, and it was turning into a full-contact sport. joe kept running away to find the paddles that were flying everywhere, only he kept coming back with a duck instead. then tayn and i broke out our spanish, and mr. butthead come along and accuses us of not doing the classwork we were supposed to be doing. so then we just looked at him and kept doing what we were doing. i can't really remember what happened next, but the five of us ended up in a movie theater, only we hadn't paid for tickets. then joe decided to leave, and it was just the four of us. then sra kinneman came over and told us that the bathroom was over on the far wall, so we all got up and left. not to go to the bathroom, we just left. heh, so yeah, that's my dream.
Tuesday, 2.11.03--10:38 p.m.
[ honey honey ]
WHAM! yeah that's just the sound of your head hitting the wall... don't worry, it'll be ok -eventually-
it's so utterly sad to think about someone else living in our house, and my neighbor babysitting their kids...
Tuesday, 2.11.03--04:48 p.m.
[ the sailors, they say brandy, what a good wife you would be ]
i feel so blah, like theres nothing i wanna do... school is, well, school, and so different from anything i'm used to. there was a discussion in study hall today about how whoops is such a hard-core prep school. they don't have home ec or anything even resembling it, their art classes aren't so wonderful, there's virtually no music program... yeah. guess i'll have to find lots of stuff to do outside of school. :) it's strange having to think like that. by far the most depressing thing is the lack of a track team. with luck, though, i'll run with the salisbury college team or something. wonder how that'd work... i'm supposed to go through "driving school" too, mon-fri 6-9:15 PM for two weeks. who has that kind of time?? not me... or rather, i don't wanna spend that kind of time in *another* school, after getting out of "real" school at 3:30.
and: my family's dysfuntional. it's official. gah.
there is better news! yay! lol i'm no longer a buy.com outsider... the books i ordered came, and, being the dork i am, i'm mucho happy-o. tra!
Tuesday, 2.11.03--07:50 a.m.
[ you dont have no recipes! ]
so we have a delay. it's so strange waking up, taking a shower, then going downstairs and being told that you have an extra hour. especially when there's nothing on the ground! so here i am, with nothing to do for awhile. but i won't complain... i just wish they had let us out early yesterday. mondays are so long and tiring. gah, and a monday means 4 days from friday... which is no fun.
michael jackson, the singer, is such a pedophile. i have the today show on, and during his previous interview he stated that "being in bed doesn't have to be sexual... they always assume that being in bed with someone is always sexual..." ohholycrap get over yourself, and stop throwing babies out windows.
this is me
Monday, 2.10.03--06:49 p.m.
[ oh homie im so glad to see you ]
procrastination always wins.
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yeah, that's right. and peanut butter crackers ARE good.
Sunday, 2.9.03--12:15 p.m.
[ when you wake up you will see ]
This is the summer that'll never come
It's like someone's holding on to the tail of the sun
I wanna waste time and walk the line
From any beat routine to where I'm feeling alright
I can't holdout, I don't care about offending
The world's decending...
I know it's way too short, it rarely lasts too long
I'm finding the floor, but when I look down, it's gone
This is the way it should be
I've never had the propensity to work, breed and die
I prefer to spend mine on the fly
The be'ers got to be and the flee'ers got to flee
But as for me, well...don't worry about me
I know it's way too short, it rarely lasts too long
I'm just finding the floor but when I look down, it's gone
I know it's way too short, it rarely lasts too long
I'm finding the door, but when I turn around
When I turn around it's gone
It seems like today I'm looking back
Well maybe tomorrow I'll see further
Than my little head allows me to
I'll be cruising then I'll crack
Oh something better happen to these feelings
That I'm going through
- Stroke 9 Tail of the Sun
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