Today sucked. Only because it's Tuesday, and every single clock at school says a different time, so all day I had no clue what time it was. It could have been 10:30 in the morning, but the clock would say 1:15, which would make it feel like the end of the day, when in reality, it was only about fourth hour.
Today also sucked because of the fact that it's coming down to where we start to count the amount of days left before summer (thirteen to be exact). And even though it's that little, that makes it go by that much slower. And I don't even really count finals because that's not school, that's just unbearable hours of testing, that screws up your sleep schedule because you spend twelve hours in Panera, and it gets to the point where you are given free food because you are caught sleeping on the booths and basically look homeless. Ha! Just can't wait.
Now, the other part that sucks about today is that the time after I had gotten home from school flew by, but the time I was actually at school, dragged on. And lastly, the last and most importantly frustrating thing that SUCKED about today was how freaking annoying the kids at school get more and more every single day.
I swear though, I don't appreciate the making-out-ers that float around the vicinity of my locker, I don't appreciate the back of my flip flops getting stepped on going up the stairs. I don't appreciate you standing so close to me in the Link that I can hear you breathing (that freaks me the hell out) and my purse literally isn't that big, you don't need to hit it everytime you pass in the POD, none of those things are nessicary. Oh, and neither is straightening your hair in the bathrooms? Let's be serious, oh my gosh give me a break.
Frustrated for now,
Linds.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Driving Questions
Were studying 'driving questions' in Creative Writing, er well, my class is, I don't really do anything in that class (including learn) because I already took the class and am just an independent study now. Anyways though, I was thinking about how, sometimes, it can be so hard to think of a driving question for a good short story, yet we have SO many that we come across every single day. I have so many driving questions that I ask myself every morning, and every night.
A few, in particular, have been bothering me quite a bit lately. Most of them starting with 'what would possess you to...' or 'who on earth...' or simply -- 'what the hell were you thinking when...'
This is how much SCN is starting to bother me, even with summer around the corner, I still want out of here. For three months I'll be out of school, but I won't be out of STC. And as far as I'm concerned, that needs to change.
A few driving questions from today might be,
-Why would you take pictures of yourself in the bathrooms at school? Is it attractive to have light, salmon colored stalls behind you while you squeeze into an already-tiny plastic mirror with two or three of your friends who all happen to be there during the same passing period. OR better yet, when you're by yourself.
-Why can you be mad at me, but I can't be mad at you?
-What is so amusing about writing on people's cars with car paint, when there is 20+ outside of someone's house and everyone's inside at the party. Sorry you weren't invited? Nice way to get back at us.
-Why does this month's issue of Cosmo suck so much?
-When can I start applying for colleges, planning where to live, and choosing my courses so I can at least get excited about getting the f out of here, because right now it's all happening too slowly for me?
-How is it possible for there to be this many bipolar people in the world?
I could go on long enough for you to have to click over three or four pages before you got to the end of just this one entry. So I'll call it quits right there. But wait, favorite thing to happen this week --
(Me and Emma, lost on the way home from Schaumburg)
"Hey, we need to get back to St. Charles, are we in Naperville?"
"No, pull out of here, take a left at the light back to 59 then get off on the next exit, then you'll be in Naperville."
"No you idiot, I don't want to get to Naperville. I want to get the hell out of Naperville and to St. Charles!" Hahah.
For now, Linds
A few, in particular, have been bothering me quite a bit lately. Most of them starting with 'what would possess you to...' or 'who on earth...' or simply -- 'what the hell were you thinking when...'
This is how much SCN is starting to bother me, even with summer around the corner, I still want out of here. For three months I'll be out of school, but I won't be out of STC. And as far as I'm concerned, that needs to change.
A few driving questions from today might be,
-Why would you take pictures of yourself in the bathrooms at school? Is it attractive to have light, salmon colored stalls behind you while you squeeze into an already-tiny plastic mirror with two or three of your friends who all happen to be there during the same passing period. OR better yet, when you're by yourself.
-Why can you be mad at me, but I can't be mad at you?
-What is so amusing about writing on people's cars with car paint, when there is 20+ outside of someone's house and everyone's inside at the party. Sorry you weren't invited? Nice way to get back at us.
-Why does this month's issue of Cosmo suck so much?
-When can I start applying for colleges, planning where to live, and choosing my courses so I can at least get excited about getting the f out of here, because right now it's all happening too slowly for me?
-How is it possible for there to be this many bipolar people in the world?
I could go on long enough for you to have to click over three or four pages before you got to the end of just this one entry. So I'll call it quits right there. But wait, favorite thing to happen this week --
(Me and Emma, lost on the way home from Schaumburg)
"Hey, we need to get back to St. Charles, are we in Naperville?"
"No, pull out of here, take a left at the light back to 59 then get off on the next exit, then you'll be in Naperville."
"No you idiot, I don't want to get to Naperville. I want to get the hell out of Naperville and to St. Charles!" Hahah.
For now, Linds
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Sunday's sunshine and not the weekend's worries
Not a lot went on this weekend, but a lot still happened. But instead of re-capping or shall I say, complaining, about the not-so-good things that happened, I'll make a list of the wonderful things that the sunny Sunday brought to the bike shop, and at home.
Well, here we go.
-I got a short stack of banana pancakes from the Manor (where I used to work) this morning with the whole fam, plus I saw Antonio at the same time and in his Mexican accent he told me how hard it was for him to put in his contacts this morning.
-I had three birthday cards waiting for me when I got to work this afternoon. One of them on a giant piece of cardboard folded in half from a box that one of the bikes came in (so you can image how big it was) that said 'Happy Boithday Bitch' on the front of it. And then the other was on the back of a business card, that said 'Happy Birthday Lindsey' all backwards...which does take a lot of thought and concentration if you haven't tried it. And the other was some crayons and constructions paper from Greg, that was the best one. (:
-The Hemmingson brothers were real nice in the basement today at work also. Our misson: Giant paper airplane out of the bike boxes that we are going to sit in and fly over to GoodWill, ALL of the employees have to fit in it though...Oh, It'll happen.
-I got the best birthday gifts ever. And, cashed some long lost pay checks and birthday money which came out to be around $400.
And the only bad thing about today, aside from a few bigger and badder things that I'd rather not get into, was I picked the wrong day to wear my Mocks to work. I just had to type an entire transcript for journalism that came to about five pages, so before my fingers fall off....Peace!
Well, here we go.
-I got a short stack of banana pancakes from the Manor (where I used to work) this morning with the whole fam, plus I saw Antonio at the same time and in his Mexican accent he told me how hard it was for him to put in his contacts this morning.
-I had three birthday cards waiting for me when I got to work this afternoon. One of them on a giant piece of cardboard folded in half from a box that one of the bikes came in (so you can image how big it was) that said 'Happy Boithday Bitch' on the front of it. And then the other was on the back of a business card, that said 'Happy Birthday Lindsey' all backwards...which does take a lot of thought and concentration if you haven't tried it. And the other was some crayons and constructions paper from Greg, that was the best one. (:
-The Hemmingson brothers were real nice in the basement today at work also. Our misson: Giant paper airplane out of the bike boxes that we are going to sit in and fly over to GoodWill, ALL of the employees have to fit in it though...Oh, It'll happen.
-I got the best birthday gifts ever. And, cashed some long lost pay checks and birthday money which came out to be around $400.
And the only bad thing about today, aside from a few bigger and badder things that I'd rather not get into, was I picked the wrong day to wear my Mocks to work. I just had to type an entire transcript for journalism that came to about five pages, so before my fingers fall off....Peace!
Friday, May 8, 2009
Google yelled at me...
Things are starting to fall into place! But I don't want to speak too soon. I've come to my senses about a few underlying issues, and I may have made a decision. Unless, Murphy's Law, it backfires at me and goes horribly wrong; leaving me in a long and painfully unhappy lasting of my high school "career". Let's hope that doesn't happen, ha.
Submitted some shtuff to Teen Ink, hoping to hear back from them shortly to see if they will publish some of it. All I did was send in a few poems, just to see how the whole thing works, and then once that stuff gets either pushed aside or used, I'll send some short stories from my portfolio. Or write a few new ones...yeah I'll probably do that. You know how lately you can pretty much type anything into Google, and get pages upon pages of responces? Well, being curious/bored/juvenile/whatever you want to call me, I typed in "Topics for short stories". With my creative writing teacher breathing down my back every day in class to see what I'm working on, and whether I'm getting my stuff out or not, it was my last hope to get something started. I had a few ideas already in my mind, but I don't know, I just wanted to see what came up.
So, at first they all sucked. Every single thing that came up sucked. And it progressively got worse, and not once did I come across something that appealed to me, or would appeal to anyone sane? Then I clicked on one site, and all that came up was "If you are typing into Google what topics to write short stories about....you should not be writing short stories."
I felt horrible! Humiliated! I looked around my office to make sure no one was behind me who could see the website. I instantly shot my mouse to the red 'X' box in the top corner, grabbed my Indiana U notebook (where I write all my stories) and made a whole list of ideas on my own. Which, let's be serious, could blow all the other ideas off the internet anyways.
I was just bored, I swear! Hahah.
It was a good day.
Submitted some shtuff to Teen Ink, hoping to hear back from them shortly to see if they will publish some of it. All I did was send in a few poems, just to see how the whole thing works, and then once that stuff gets either pushed aside or used, I'll send some short stories from my portfolio. Or write a few new ones...yeah I'll probably do that. You know how lately you can pretty much type anything into Google, and get pages upon pages of responces? Well, being curious/bored/juvenile/whatever you want to call me, I typed in "Topics for short stories". With my creative writing teacher breathing down my back every day in class to see what I'm working on, and whether I'm getting my stuff out or not, it was my last hope to get something started. I had a few ideas already in my mind, but I don't know, I just wanted to see what came up.
So, at first they all sucked. Every single thing that came up sucked. And it progressively got worse, and not once did I come across something that appealed to me, or would appeal to anyone sane? Then I clicked on one site, and all that came up was "If you are typing into Google what topics to write short stories about....you should not be writing short stories."
I felt horrible! Humiliated! I looked around my office to make sure no one was behind me who could see the website. I instantly shot my mouse to the red 'X' box in the top corner, grabbed my Indiana U notebook (where I write all my stories) and made a whole list of ideas on my own. Which, let's be serious, could blow all the other ideas off the internet anyways.
I was just bored, I swear! Hahah.
It was a good day.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Thoughts and decisions leave me so indecisive.
So today has been full of little, discriminate, time-wasting decisions that are driving me insane. Whether it is something as simple as a yes or no, or something that is actually thought provoking and worthy of my precious time, they have been flooding my brain and I can't stand it!
For instance, I was in a really bad mood when I woke up so I really did not feel like sitting in the car with my mom on the way to school, so I questioned maybe just driving myself and 1) taking someone's parking spot in the range, and leaving them pissed off for the rest of the day, because then they would have to take someone else's, who would take someone else's...and so on. and 2) getting the pesky orange sticker on my driver side window, that even after the sixth time, still says "your car will be towed the next time you park incorrectly", and takes a bucket of hot water, a sharp razor and about a half hour to peal (better yet, pry) off. Although it still leaves that gross, sticky film behind.
Or how about deciding between a medium or small blizzard from DQ? What's worse? And in case you were wondering...I got the medium. Or, how about, what songs to put on my newest Tom Petty CD for my car? Or whether or not to text the one person I hate the most right now, or ignore him like he's expecting me to do. Or if going to the Manor for lunch tomorrow, and then Cheese Cake Factory for dinner on Friday is really a good idea...See! My mind is going to explode.
But let's be serious, this probably happens everyday, today I'm just a little more attentive.
On a brighter note -- 5 days until my birthday, 33 days until summer, but most importantly 43 days until OAR Concert!
"You wreck me baby, yeah you break me in two." PS- I'll probably put a Tom Petty quote at the end of all of these because the lyrics are starting to freak me out because of how relevant they are to me lately.
For instance, I was in a really bad mood when I woke up so I really did not feel like sitting in the car with my mom on the way to school, so I questioned maybe just driving myself and 1) taking someone's parking spot in the range, and leaving them pissed off for the rest of the day, because then they would have to take someone else's, who would take someone else's...and so on. and 2) getting the pesky orange sticker on my driver side window, that even after the sixth time, still says "your car will be towed the next time you park incorrectly", and takes a bucket of hot water, a sharp razor and about a half hour to peal (better yet, pry) off. Although it still leaves that gross, sticky film behind.
Or how about deciding between a medium or small blizzard from DQ? What's worse? And in case you were wondering...I got the medium. Or, how about, what songs to put on my newest Tom Petty CD for my car? Or whether or not to text the one person I hate the most right now, or ignore him like he's expecting me to do. Or if going to the Manor for lunch tomorrow, and then Cheese Cake Factory for dinner on Friday is really a good idea...See! My mind is going to explode.
But let's be serious, this probably happens everyday, today I'm just a little more attentive.
On a brighter note -- 5 days until my birthday, 33 days until summer, but most importantly 43 days until OAR Concert!
"You wreck me baby, yeah you break me in two." PS- I'll probably put a Tom Petty quote at the end of all of these because the lyrics are starting to freak me out because of how relevant they are to me lately.
Monday, May 4, 2009
The toob...it's a frustrating thing
Television never ceases to amaze me lately. You know how when you watch those 'True Life' shows, they always make you feel such pity for those people (other than the girls that fast on cottage cheese, or wish they could elude from the sex industry)? I think it's just to show those of us that of which are certified lazy asses, that we have it made.
I'm just glad that I'm not categorized in any of the appalling topics, that of which like "I dislike my small breasts" or "I'm getting implants" or "I'm unhappy with my new body" or "I have acne" or "I'm losing my hair" or "I can't sleep" or "I'm an alcoholic" or "I'm an addict" or blah blah blah, the list goes on...continual NEGATIVE things. Why would you want to showcase the horrible parts of life, let alone on national television? Confuses me.
Even Tyra! Okay don't get me wrong, Tyra is the HBIC (as New York would say...more television!) the head bitch in charge. And she knows what the hell is up. But being a successful supermodel, actress, tv show host, blah whatever else the woman does, you have to draw the line somewhere. For instance, I watch her everyday @ 4 by the way, but today they tied together -- A pregnant girl that worked for the Bunny Ranch, and the first woman in women's college basketball to dunk -- in the same show. I'm sorry, what? Let's be serious. Whatever, I'm still going to a show when I go to New York this summer, hah.
Then there is the weird obsession that everyone has with watching some rock star/bisexual/twins/wanna-be rockstar/and whatever else try to find "love". And what's the difference between an old, long haired, eye-liner wearing Brett Michaels falling for a penthouse pet (yes I watched the season...judge me) than a good looking, charming, "bachelor" falling for a blonde haired, blue eyed beauty? Lack of class maybe...to be honest I don't know. We can all make fun of Brett Michael, New York, or Tila Tequila on 'The Soup' -- yet no one bashs the bachelor or bachelorette (if that's even liable) ?
Something to ponder I suppose.
By the way...
"I'm not afraid of you runnin' away honey, I get the feeling you won't..."
...I'm tryin' Petty, I'm tryin'.
I'm just glad that I'm not categorized in any of the appalling topics, that of which like "I dislike my small breasts" or "I'm getting implants" or "I'm unhappy with my new body" or "I have acne" or "I'm losing my hair" or "I can't sleep" or "I'm an alcoholic" or "I'm an addict" or blah blah blah, the list goes on...continual NEGATIVE things. Why would you want to showcase the horrible parts of life, let alone on national television? Confuses me.
Even Tyra! Okay don't get me wrong, Tyra is the HBIC (as New York would say...more television!) the head bitch in charge. And she knows what the hell is up. But being a successful supermodel, actress, tv show host, blah whatever else the woman does, you have to draw the line somewhere. For instance, I watch her everyday @ 4 by the way, but today they tied together -- A pregnant girl that worked for the Bunny Ranch, and the first woman in women's college basketball to dunk -- in the same show. I'm sorry, what? Let's be serious. Whatever, I'm still going to a show when I go to New York this summer, hah.
Then there is the weird obsession that everyone has with watching some rock star/bisexual/twins/wanna-be rockstar/and whatever else try to find "love". And what's the difference between an old, long haired, eye-liner wearing Brett Michaels falling for a penthouse pet (yes I watched the season...judge me) than a good looking, charming, "bachelor" falling for a blonde haired, blue eyed beauty? Lack of class maybe...to be honest I don't know. We can all make fun of Brett Michael, New York, or Tila Tequila on 'The Soup' -- yet no one bashs the bachelor or bachelorette (if that's even liable) ?
Something to ponder I suppose.
By the way...
"I'm not afraid of you runnin' away honey, I get the feeling you won't..."
...I'm tryin' Petty, I'm tryin'.
Friday, May 1, 2009
These small hours...
"Let it slide, let your troubles fall behind you, let it shine, until you feel it all around you."
I've been doing way too many things for myself lately, and not really giving two shits about other people's thoughts or opinions, when maybe they're the ones that matter the most...or maybe not?
I can't make up my mind on whether to care a certain amount about what others are thinking, or tell everyone to kiss my ass and do it my way.
The one thing I hate the most is when people prance around saying "I don't even care what she has to say about me" or "I couldn't care less what people think about me", like they're putting up some kind of front. For what reason..I'm not so sure. I'm sorry, but let's be serious.. Everyone cares.
Especially me.
I've been doing way too many things for myself lately, and not really giving two shits about other people's thoughts or opinions, when maybe they're the ones that matter the most...or maybe not?
I can't make up my mind on whether to care a certain amount about what others are thinking, or tell everyone to kiss my ass and do it my way.
The one thing I hate the most is when people prance around saying "I don't even care what she has to say about me" or "I couldn't care less what people think about me", like they're putting up some kind of front. For what reason..I'm not so sure. I'm sorry, but let's be serious.. Everyone cares.
Especially me.
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