Long time gone

Hate to say sorry again, but sorry. That's been quite the word in my vocabulary lately. But fuck it, not worried about it. Okay, so this summer has been nothing but a drag. And it's incredibly sad that I'm looking forward to school in three-or-so weeks.

I'm excited to start writing again, I'm excited to be a consultant in the center, I'm excited to be a TA for Mr. Callahan, I'm excited for poetry club with Jay. I'm mostly excited about applications though! Yes, finally. One more ACT then I'm set. I'm ready too.

I need to get going, there will be more another day when I'm not so tired.
Just catching up for now,
Lindsey.

Caught up.

I know I know, I'm aware of how many days it's been since writing. It's felt weird actually. I usually come on the computer and check this, to see if there's any comments (which I never have :p) but I seem to never have the time to catch up and write something down. I'm going to get into the habit of writing at least SOMETHING, anything at all. Even if I only have a few minutes.

Last time I wrote in here I was talking about James Patterson's books. And since then I've read two more (: snaps for me. I'm yet to start the third one I bought, I have to finish The Glass Castle first though, says mom. It's quite strange, but growing on me. We'll see. Anyways, summer's been lovely! To say the least. Spent last weekend in Pittsburgh, on the side of a mountain, and in the tiniest town [hardly] seen by the human eye. Took a run through Franklin Park, and across Washington Crossing. It was sort of cool, I guess. Saw lots of family which was nice and experienced some shitty weather on the backs of golf carts and ATV's.

I've realized that I need to find some things to waste (or take up) some time during these summer days. I can only extend my work out so much, and run errands for my mom. So I bought a cute-colored notebook-kind-of-thing at Barnes & Noble (the happiest place on earth, I wish I could work there, instead I work right next to it, convenient :]) and I've been trying my damnedest to start writing. Something that I've kind of always wanted to write, but I'm scared to start. I'm not sure where, or if, or how it will end, or begin, or keep up. I just don't know whether to try or not, I wouldn't want to embarrass myself, or...waste my time...or I don't even know.

I just want to say one thing, when I see people like Lauren Conrad? Or like, Sarah Palin? ...writing books just out of their asses? Like it's nothing, I find that to be bullshit. How does that make world-renowned writing look, those who spent years and years and years perfecting full-length novels to become best-sellers. And Lauren Conrad can whip one out of, literally, no where and get hundreds of copies on the shelves. Please...

Contemplating for now.
Lindsey...

JP

I've been completely and utterly obsessed with reading lately. And I love it.

Just going to throw out this suggestion, because I'm actually burning a CD and then off to Barnes & Nobel to buy some more summer books, but I just want to recommend James Patterson to everyone. The man is a God.

Suzanne's Diary for Nicholas. READ IT! Oh my gosh. I already passed it off to my best friend because I loved it so much, it made me laugh, cry, wonder. Everything that a big book is supposed to do. It also made me want to write my own even more. I've been thinking about it for awhile now, but don't know if I'm up for the challenge or not yet. But this definitely pushed me in the right direction. Oh my gosh I can't even explain how good it was. And then this morning I looked up more James Patterson books, and I have my list in hand to walk into the store with (: Judge me. Definitely.

I'm so excited to lay in the sun with my puppy and start these books.
But seriously...read it.
Swedish Days this week! (:
Happy for now, but might not want to be;
Linds.

Fools in the rain

Kay, I have to make this snappy because I need to get ready for work. But I really wanted to type out EVERYTHING that happened at the O.A.R concert two nights ago, but that would literally take all night.

To re-cap though.
We got to the gates around 5:15, and about ten minutes later they tell us that the storm is coming and the concert is post-pone until at LEAST 8 o'clock, when the gates were originally supposed to open at 6:30. So me, Alecia, and Natalie just said fuck it, because we had nothing else to do (even though we were in Chicago?) so we just took a seat and were planning on waiting it out. We met up with Mike, Tyler and Jake, and right when we found them, the crew came on the loud speaker again and told us to 'seek shelter' because the storm was coming and it was going to be real bad (60 mph winds and such). So have the crown went to the parking garage, and the other half went to this pavilion/bathroom/field house type place and just sat outside until it started to DOWN pour. We found three garbage bags between the six of us, so Tyler and I went in one, Jake and Natalie in the other, and Alecia and Mike in theirs. We were huddled together like that, up against this brick wall until almost 8:30.

We then heard loud cheering coming from the gates, ripped off our garbage bags and just BOOKED it over there. When we got there everyone was screaming, yelling, climbing the fences and shaking them, just going out of control. Everyone started chanting "let us in!" and eventually, some kid just yelled "are you guys letting us in or what!" and that's when the gates FINALLY opening and it was just a mad dash to the stage. With general admission tickets, you just find a place to stand and you don't let ANYBODY get in front of you. But with the immense about of drunken bitches around you, we somehow got pushed back to, God forbid, the second row instead of the first. Hah. It was literally the best, even though Natalie, Alecia and I got separated, Tyler and I still had a good time.

The concert finally started, and we all knew they would open with their song "Fool In The Rain" just for us. They were so happy that we waited out the storm, and thanked us many times. Since we were at Charter One, the concert couldn't go any later than midnight, and by the time it started it was already almost 10. So things felt a little rushed, songs were cut short, and they just stood up there and sang, there weren't any special light features or anything like that from the night before. That sort of stunk, but none of us really seemed to care. We made the best of it after being drenched. My camera barely survived, and my while standing in ankle high water, my flip flops are ruined. Who cares though, it was a great time.

Need to go get ready for work though.
Here's a picture to show how completely worthless it was to even try and get ready.


(: For now,
Lindsey

Rando-ness.

Gah, it's been so long! Ew, okay so with summer school, two jobs, and trying to redeem myself with the immense amounts of sensations from the beginning of this summer, this has just been truly and unbelievably BUSY! (Wow what a run on.) To slightly catch everybody up, summer school sucks. Quit one job, and continuing at the other. Wheather has been shitty, but looking forward to getting out of here soon, to places such as Pittsberg, and the condo in South Beach. OH! And to the O.A.R concert this Friday.

Wow speaking of O.A.R, leads me to speaking about damn good music, which also leads me to Ray LaMontagne. Literally, I know everybody's favorite song changes every single day, but this is seriously one of the best songs that I have ever heard. Alright maybe not EVER. But in a long dang time...a lot of you have probably heard it, but it's Hold You in my Arms. By Ray.

I'm just like, overwhelmed with happiness today for some reason, and I'm not quite sure why. But this is the most random entry that I've had in a long time, so I think we will just stop there and let the rest stay unwritten ;)

I'll bring more to the table tomorrow, I just can't really think right now...? Haha.
PS- My Dog Skip is seriously the greatest movie known to man, er well, known to Lindsey.
Exuberant for now!!
Linds (:

Bullshit? Well...maybe.

I never really understood the concept of 'Mixed Emotions' until a few nights ago. This weekend has been overloaded with mixed emotions, and hell, it's only Saturday night.

Like how you can sit perfectly through and hour and a half lunch with someone you haven't talked to in what feels like years, just to catch up, and think everything is fine -- and then have your friend tell you that a few days ago he mentioned something about 'hating me so much' in the hall to her after passing me and exchanging a few filthy looks...Interesting? More like bullshit... but maybe not bullshit. Maybe misunderstandings, or uncertainty. Make sense? Maybe not. Maybe this and maybe that, maybe it was just a bad day, or maybe not. Fuck it. I couldn't tell you, because hell if I know what's going through the sucker's mind.

And why is it that night time tends to send all the emotions and feelings on an uproar throughout your entire body? Literally though. Or when you're in your car, and there is no one on the busiest streets, and you sit at the red light even though you could run it perfectly and no one would know. That's always when things seem to be thought about more, and for once I'm not going to say "maybe that's just me" because I know that that is not just me. When the one song on your mix tape (ew that sounds so old fashion) comes on and seems to relate fully to your life, rather than how it just "sounded sweet" earlier that morning...
Who knows, maybe it's just these new CDs that Emma made me. They kind of seem to relate to anything and everything including myself. Sounds shallow, but trust me, they will probably relate to you some how or some way also. I'm just going to throw out some suggestions of Dave Barnes, Justin Nosuka, Matt Wertz, and DMB.

Oh! So Emma and I found this really urban...meh maybe that's not the right word...classy? coffee house in downtown STC, and judge me (I don't care), but I'm taking my Mac there tomorrow afternoon, getting a hot chocolate, and finishing my short story that I'll be sending to TeenInk, Renga and my creative writing teacher. Maybe this will be the key to me finally being able to finish those shitters....ha maybe not though (: Also, being so sick of STCN, maybe I'll come across some interesting people there, that would be nice.

A little bit on the edge for now,
Linds.
"The sky was the limit." TP

Tres dias.

Finals are kicking me in the ass as we speak.

There is just no time for this.

My bad for now,
Linds.