Current mood: bouncy
Current music: Ying Yang Twins, By Myself

Mmm-hmm... drinking a forty... a wondrous prelude to 2003.

Current mood: amused
Current music: The Best of Blondie!

Last night Laine, Pat, and I decided to play hide and seek in the dark. We realized that we are a helluva lot better at this game now than when we were kids. The lights went out and whoever was "It" went onto the porch to count... and we all instantly became ninjas! I perched atop the fridge, Laine suspended herself only a few feet above mountains of kitty poo and Pat ran around in circles in the dining room squealing: "I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO HIDE I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO HIDE!" It may sound harsh, but I told him to get the fuck upstairs because he was going to blow my cover. The cats were REALLY confused - when we finally turned the lights on, all three kitties were sitting next to each other watching us with concern. It didn't help that they'd stolen some of the "special sketti" that had been left sitting out. Oh well.

Cody is coming either today or tomorrow. I'm not sure when to expect him, since
he hasn't said anything about it. He left a message on the answering machine, but didn't say when he was coming. Oh, lordy, I hope this isn't too weird. All I can do is hope that he doesn't think we're getting back together. I'm really enjoying my newfound singledom.

Current music: the Beatles! Penny Lane...

I tried to study last night and ended up finishing off the bottle of wine. Laine and I watched South Park and were mesmerized by Mr. Hanky and his son singing "Circle of Poo." I love television! Anyway, instead of studying, I ended up reading "The Rasputin File" by Edvard Radzinsky. I could tell I was getting a little shnookered when I tossed the book down in frustration, fuming about what an asshole Rasputin was. I am SUCH a fucking dork. Oh well.

So, I got up this morning (aka 1pm), and needed to go to the library to make some copies and drop of my petition request at the registrar's office. I tried to renew all my books online, but the stupid website said my user ID was incorrect. Which it wasn't! So I packed up all the books, put them in my bag, and began walking. After two blocks, I realized with horror that I hadn't packed books, I'D PACKED BRICKS! *audience gasps* (Laine just carried my bag upstairs for me, and started laughing: "I can't believe you carried this all the way to campus, you dumbass. Why didn't you take the bus?") Good question. But I needed the exercise, and it was a beautiful day, damn it.

My cat is snoring. And shut up, she's NOT overweight. She's Rubenesque. Voluptuous, if you will.

Anyway, I made it up the hill onto campus and had the startling realization that the library was probably closed. Damn it, again! And the registrar's office was probably closed , too, because it was Saturday. Wow, I did NOT plan this expedition out very well...

But then the bus came! Just when I needed it the most! Cherubs danced along the roof as rapturous light from heaven beamed onto the glory of Lawrence TranSIT System. The bus driver told me about his "ahnt" and uncle from the Netherlands, and how the latter used to put his glass eye in a jar of water by the sink at night. One evening, his wife stayed up most of the night canning tomatoes, and in the morning the bus driver's uncle couldn't find his eye: the jar had disappeared. Frantic, the aunt emptied out all five billion (NOTE: editor's exaggeration in order to boost the ratings) cans of tomatoes in search of the missing socket plug. Then, slowly, she turned around and looked at the uncle, brimming with exasperation, and exclaimed: "You're wearing it." Apparently he'd put it in and promptly forgotten about it.

Oh, the stories people decide to share when they see the medical tape over my left eye. But it's getting surgified next month! Yippee!

Back to my longwinded story. So the bus deposits me at the coffee shop and I go in, expecting to see Adrienne, because she always works on Saturdays. But she's not working! *audience gasps* Instead, the aesthetically pleasing barista is serving tasty beverages to the thirsty masses. My best friend forgotten, I can only hope that I don't say something completely retarded. That is my only wish. So, the barista is wearing glasses today, and he looks kind of different. I'd actually only seen him two or three times, and he looked different with his glasses on. I wondered if maybe they'd hired his older brother or something? And gosh darn it, did the rumors that he was gay have any merit? But he flashed his dazzling Abercrombie & Fitch smile and told me about his Christmas, and THEN told me that Adrienne had been taken to the hospital because of a really high fever... which I didn't know about, because I am a really really bad best friend. So I walked home, and the bag was still heavy, but I'd had two shots of espresso to quicken my footsteps. It's now eight o'clock, five hours later, and I still haven't heard back from Adrienne. I left a message on every machine at the ranch, but no one's called me back. Sigh.

So that was my day. Now I'm going to go watch my roommates mudwrestle in the Flamingo room.

R.I.P. Felipe

And for those of you interested parties: the aforementioned toy is of the "Hello Kitty" variety. I had to order it from Japan, but it arrived the day after Christmas so the gift wasn't too late. On the downside, my own trusty vibrator of 4 years has officially died. Felipe, where have you gone??? For the last couple of months, in order to get Felipe "up and running," I just needed to whack him against the wall to get him to switch on. But last week Felipe went on the fritz, just when I needed him the most!!! I think I broke him irreparably this time because, in my attempts to get him to work, I just kept whacking him against the wall... over and over...

And Christmas is over...

Current mood: busy
Current music: Simon & Garfunkel, Cecilia

So, I hope Jesus had a good birthday. I had a pretty good time, but I HATE when it's all over. You spend so long in anticipation and then it flies by; before you know it, you're back at work, sitting in your poor excuse for a cubicle and wishing you were at home in your soft bed in between your brand new sheets... mmm... sleep....

Dad came up last weekend to celebrate Christmas, but it kind of sucked because he was experiencing severe intestinal blockages and was in major pain. Mom and Scott came up on Christmas Eve and I had a really good time with them! I feel bad for Mom... she so desperately needs validation for all the hell Laine and I have put her through. She told me that I need to make her proud, so that someday our extended family will be in awe at how well we turned out, despite the turmoil of our younger years. I don't really know how to comfort her with this. I can't be the kind of person she wants me to be; namely, a good little Christian girl. But I think she will be proud, and everyone will eat crow in ten or twenty years. The nice thing about the future is that it's a blank page...

So I'm petitioning KU to refund my tuition for the semester I missed due to my hospitalization. Give me my MONEY! If they don't, I'll set a lawyer on them. I don't even care if every cent I get back goes to attorney fees, as long as they pay. DAMN THE MAN! I mean, Jesucristo! It's ridiculous the measures you must go to in order to get your money back. Come on, I wasn't there. I was on the verge of DEATH, so I couldn't come to class. I'm not trying to rip them off of the two grand they need to rebuild the student union. I need the money so I can pay them for another semester's tuition - so either way they get their money!!!! Argh.

I've decided on what I want to specialize in: Russian literature, either of the Silver Age or Soviet. I'm leaning toward Soviet literature, because there are SO MANY works that went unpublished and ignored due to censorship, and I'd like to eventually spend my time and tenure in translation. Not much money in that, but hey, at least it's somewhat self-edifying. I also know what I'm going to write my thesis on... it's top secret, but I assure you it's bad ass. Of course, I've got another 6 months before I need to start writing it, but if I start work now then I'll have that much less stress in the long run.

And Russia! I will be pressed against your ample bosom come May! Be gentle...

Merry Tuesday!

Current mood: calm
Current music: Delirium, Innocente

I got a lot done today: I bought a vibrator (Christmas gift for some lucky girl), sold some books for a mere fraction of the amount I paid for them not even 3 months ago, studied a bit...

My little sister just enrolled in her first college classes today! I'm so excited for her to "get her learn on." She's already getting a little taste of what a pain in the ass all the bureaucracy is.

We're making a list of people to send Christmas cards to, and I think we should send out a fictitious family newsletter of our own:

"Satan has really blessed our home this year. Lindsey almost descended into the inferno to be with our lord and Master, but he kindly tossed her out of the oven explaining that 'she wasn't done yet.' Laine has taken up puppy juggling and is doing well. She has a new job at the strip mall doing plaque screenings for the dentist office, and in her spare time she likes to fritter away her minimum wage earnings on crack cocaine which she purchased at the local elementary school."

Happy holidays from the Big Yellow House!

And I'm back in the game!...

Current mood: contemplative
Current music: Flaming Lips!

This has been a crazy year... I've been re-reading my old posts (all 6 of them) and it's been interesting to compare last year's mindset with this year's.

First of all, this time last year I was irretrievably infatuated with a certain young DJ and former Cheese Shoppe employee. This year, however, proves to me that I should definitely TAKE THINGS SLOW from now on! I can obviously not trust my initial inclinations, so I need some sort of ... discipline? Restriction? I don't know. But it's so easy to fall in love!!! Especially with a really nice boy who really cares... but it turns out that isn't enough.

On our 1 year anniversary, Cody and I broke up. We knew it was coming, I for longer than he... but still, we both knew. Largely because he was planning on moving to Oklahoma right before Thanksgiving. He wanted me to go with him. I have never been so emotionally ... um ... torn, I guess. Here is this guy who's been through heaven and hell with me in the last year, and instead of being grateful, I felt trapped.

NOTE TO SELF: READ THIS BEFORE YOU GET INTO ANOTHER RELATIONSHIP!
Take it slow, ho. He will still be there tomorrow, or next Friday, or whenever. There is no need to rush into commitment just because things "feel right." Stop going with your gut when it comes to romance: you're a sucker and can't be trusted to maintain objectivity!

I've come to the realization that a significant other is not a necessary part of life, but just a nice addition if you're lucky enough to stumble upon it. I knew this before...but I KNOW it now! I just want somebody to date -- in 6 years of relationships, I have been on 4-5 dates. I want a Friday night boyfriend, a glorified booty call, a friend who can somehow keep a clear head. Someone who won't get clingy, or offended easily, but who is still just a little emotionally unavailable...SOMETHING must keep me interested.

Screw it, I'm just going to be single for the rest of my life. And I'm ok with that.