| speculations will turn out well.
It's 1:00 A.M. on a Thursday night. I have no classes tomorrow yet I'm here. It's been nearly a year since I've written and I'm thinking it's about time. So amidst the umpteen projets, papers, exams and other obligations I have going on I am also turning 21 soon. Regardless of the stress of due dates and rapidly approaching finals I am going to let myself be calm and not freak out every waking moment of every day. I have three weeks left of what is now my Junior year of college and I have decided, right here and now, it would be a waste to waste it staying in completing my assignments. So here's my confessional, try not to tear up friends.
This year in a word, well, I think this year deserves a little bit more than just one. I began the year enthusiastic and hopeful. Moving into the apartment was somewhat dramatic, but hardly anything in my life or anyones for that matter, ever goes off without a hitch. So, beginning of the year jitters smoothed over by excitement of decorating the new pad. My first year out of the dorms and finally feeling like a grown up/college student. After somehow fitting every morsel, thread, wire and utensil of mine into my cell-like room it was time to party, right? I arrived at school a week before everyone else with Amy and Brian in toe. August 14, 2005. Our one year anniversary was spent sipping coronas, eating spaghetti and playing on myspace. I wouldn't have had it any other way. Cut to week of recruitment training aka pointless week of nothingness. We sang. We smiled. We conquered. Rush began and I became the epitome of a sorority girl. Perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect dress. I was affectionately (or at least that's how I'm taking it) referred to as a "desperate house wife". Bid day we meet them they meet us we dance the ceremonial "Sweet Home Alpha Gamma" dance. I pick out the lucky lady who gets to be my little sis and for the next few months make friends and spend mucho dinero on regalos. I don't mind, I'm having fun. The next few months something happens and I don't know what. I am getting good grades, making lots of new friends and spending as much time with Brian as is humanly possible. Christmas break is here before I know it and I get a call from my boss. She promoted me to site director so now I am the one in charge. I run a small winter camp and make a little money. Meanwhile Brian is stuck in Bloominton-Normal all alone so he can pay his bills. Amy and I along with Brian road trip to Iowa, our first time this year, for New Years. It was unforgetable, or in Amy's case unmemorable, but in the good way. Break ends and I start moving my stuff into my new room. Room 10 of the AGD house. No longer Miss grown up apartment. Done with the apartment but not with the baggage. A few little hiccups with my past but eventually everything starts quieting down. I'm spending a great deal more time with my chimichangas as Liza has now moved into the house too and Stacee is visiting often. Cut to homework overloads, late night polar pop runs, Greys Anatomy Meltdowns and "OC" weekends. The three of us are attached at the hip by now. We decide to go on spring break together as it may be our last opportunity. Panama City Beach, Florida Spring 2k6. Seems like yesterday but really was more like a month ago. We want to do it all. Shopping, tanning, swimming (not for me--seaweed, ew) MTV Villa, Spinnakers, Andy's hotel party, drive-thru liquor store? boobie bungalow, ala-fricken-bama, speedo man, t-belling ourselves and our non spring fling/groupie friendships. We have so many great memories and so many great times to look back on. Spring break has ended but our inside jokes stay strong. THe three of us start going out more and more on the weekends having fun like we should be. We only have a few more weeks left which is completely mind boggeling to me. Did I really just say boggeling? That does it. Maybe more later. For now I'm tired of this it served its purpose, merely a distraction from all the work I have left. | comments: Leave a comment   |
| The best birthday ever-timeline for lindsays benefitial recolection
after the tons of fun bus ride you greeted everyone on the bus-we entered you said "ITS MA BIRTHDAY" and got in free. we proceded with every girl into the bathroom. When we got back you hugged connols butt and he and i did full shots while u and chris split one. you then announced..."that wasnt good...WERE GOING DANCING" grabbed his hand and pulled us upstairs leaving brian somewhere, but we didnt care. i went to dance with everyone else, u stood on the stage with chris crying and hugging. barb and i tried to get u to stop but u yelled at us because we "werent sensitive to the fact that hes going to die in a war" you wouldnt leave him so we left u with chris meanwhile allison is dancing with 2 black guys and a jordanian...we laughed at her and mers horrific dancing (mer tried to grind with everyone but was too drunk to know what the fuck she was doing) barb and i then learned.....THE TOWEL...by ben zilly. mer dances on josh who is leaning on the wall but he cant take it and laughs and runs away. i went to spend quality time with larson downstairs, he acted bizaar licking my cheak and lifting me up. we went upstairs i found u holding a strangers hand u wouldnt leave him bc "he was gonna get us free drinks...im working on it amy" ...u had a drink...so i got brian and he finally got u away after u gave him the "hold a second finger". i walk away for ONE SECOND and i come back to u crying...u tried to hold his hand and brian burned u...awww...micky took u to the bathroom and brian asked me and barb to teach him to dance it was bad. then he asked if i wantd to meet some guys i said...no. lol but met them anyway...and said that mean thing about nick. me and larson and brian were talking and u through up so we decide time to go and mer takes u for air i go yes...into the mens room for brian...he wasnt there...so i found him elsewhere. u sat with mer on the curb completely disoriented al found the bus and u got on...i came on, screamed at mer for 15 min took u off to puke. we hear take me home tonight...perfect way to end i think, and thats what we did. we drive home allison and ben (and bri) are the only ones still drinking...everyone else is passed the fuck out cept them me and chuck..and becky and chris making out in the back and everyone throughing up. i make chuck take u up instead of drunk alison and u wont let him touch u...u hit him and so he just guides u up. and we change u (not chuck me and al) i ask if ur cold and wanna sweatshirt, u say "do i? i dont give a fuck. give it to me" and u put it on and lay down...but no u werent done with ur wierd actions. brian is drinkin the liqued crack and comes down stares but u quickly follow somehow and start mumbling mean things at him ask him what the fuck hes doing and nick respounds (this pissed me offf) hes drinking liqued crack...oh no now someone will say that i sold him crack and now hes addicted. we just blew him off and u 2 went up. me and amanda went into kens old room to talk about gayman and becky. i just got bored and went upstairs to sleep bc i ddint wanna be with the loser guys and moocher girls downstairs. ohh and on the pitstop home connol passed out on the cooler and becki tried to get over him but didnt and kicked him in the head and fell flat on her face ...me and barbe made fun of allison bc she was singing and dancing by herself. and thats it well not but thats the over view. hope u enjoyed it...i know i did.
btw becky was soaking with sweat...her hair was drenched...gross | | comments: Leave a comment |
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| I have been really bad with these updates. They've been so choppy and
I'm sure completely incomprehensible to some. So, here's a real update.
The last couple of weeks have been going by so fast. I haven't been to
Iowa in God knows how long. Went home I think it was two weeks ago.
After initiation, I started softball with Adriel and Alison and a few
other misfits. Our team is great. We may not be the best but at least
we have fun. It is the first time in my life where I actually don't
care if we win or lose. It's like for the first time having fun is more
important. I like that. Tuesday morning after aerobics I came back to
the room. In an attempt to change my utterly disgusting shirt that was
literally drenched with sweat, I somehow managed to burn my hand. I was
squating down to pick up a shirt and lost my balance. Usually I have
really good balance, however when it counted the most my balancing
skills failed me. I fell backwards and grabbed Adriel's hair
straightener which had been left on all morning by accident. I
instantly felt it starting to hurt. I half expected to hear my skin
sizzle and start to cook. I Immediately went to the bathroom and ran
cold water over it. I tried to go back to the room but found that my
hand could not be taken out from the cool water as it was throbbing and
stinging in the air. I stood in the bathroom like this for nearly an
hour and a half. I went back to the room and stuck my hand in the
freezer. Finally Laura called and she and Alison came to my rescue.
Alison, an accomplished first aid student, neatly bandaged my hand and
explained that I needed to drink lots of water and take some OTC pain
reliever. Laura quickly rushed me to....Wal Mart where I bought some
gauze, neosporin and wrapping tape. The pharmacists there were of no
help whatsoever. After the burn incident I came back and got ready for
my softball game. Alison attempted to wrap my hand up but it didn't
work so I simply played with bandages coverings my palm and fingers. We
lost. It was probably the shortest game in history. 35 minutes long. We
had one bad inning and then after that we couldn't get anything
started. We will have our revenge. Goonies never say die! Tonights
game, provided it's not canceled due to rain, shall mark the beginning
of our winning streak I predict. After the game I plan to go tanning
and maybe stay in and get some work done or watch a movie. Adriel's
spending the night elsewhere so it will be a quiet and relaxing evening
for me.
After my two classes tomorrow Brian will be picking me up and bringing
me to Iowa. Haven't been there in so long. The next two weeks should go
by fast. Were going back to Iowa on the 6th for my birthday which is
the 7th. The 9th is the commencement of finals week and I shall return
home the 11th. How quickly time disappears.
I'm excited about this summer, but nervous too. I'm anxious to
see how Brian and I will deal with living together for several
months. I'm also curious to see how he and my parents will interact. I
hope it all goes well. I'm sure there are plenty of embarrassing moments
that await me.
Nothing left to say. Until my next free moment. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I can hear the alligator drawing nearer
22 days left
18 days until
8 months and counting
2 years total
1 semester so far
tick tock tick tock I'm running out of grains of sand
whatyouwaitingwhatyouwaitingwhatyouwaitingfor? | | comments: Leave a comment |
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| | Today we salute you Ms. ISU student. With a girl to guy ratio of 3:1 those embarrassing pictures of you making out with other bimbo's on campus hardly seems unjustified. Other state school girls love to hate you for your annual appearance in playboy's college girl edition. But you know you're better than everyone else. Whether you are at student health services checking up on your newly diagnosed STD or nursing your hangover from the previous night, you know you are getting the best "servicing" possible. One day you will say goodbye to your pole dancing, slutty outfit wearing, waking up and not remembering what the fuck happened days and become the outstanding teacher we all know you can be. So down that beer bong and take another jello shot because you know you're an ISU chick, (some days) and you're damn proud of it (why we'll never know). | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| Oh what a night. Apparently its not only boys that get out their aggressionwith their fists but girls too. Pretty sure my pinky is in some way now deformed. It's my own fault I wanted to get in a fight this weekend, I went out with the intention of beaten some bitches up. I didn't realize though, that that fight I was gonna get in...would be with the bathroom wall. Oh drama drama drama, must you follow me everywhere I go?
...I wanna run away
I wanna ditch my life.
I just want for all of this to end And I so hate consequences
runnin from you is what my best defense is...
Last night was interesting. Someone admitted to me that they have a tiny crush on one of Brian's friends. Then she proceeded to make-out with some random. GOOD FOR HER, GO TEAM! However this morning on my way to class I had a lovely elevator ride with the dear boy who happens to live in the house across the way from us so we shall be seeing a lot of that fellow. AWESOME! I almost got in a fight with some kid who grabbed my ass and had to be restrained. I kept on licking Barb and Alison's chests which were quite yummy (babrs was better)
...I said the words I knew you knew
Oh God Oh God I needed you
God all this time I needed you
I needed you...
Went to several parties had a fairly decent time. One of my sisters was attempting to suck beer out of a keg that was not only cashed but it was no longer tapped. After rescuing her we quickly grabbed Aliroodrunkiepoo and went back home. I hadn't eaten very much that day so I wanted Subway. Here is where all hell broke loose. I called Brian got upset--didn't get my subway and I was starving! Five hours, four bruised and mis-shapened fingers, three boxes of tissue, two text messages and one very long phone call later, head hits pillow, eyelids close finally fall asleep. Needless to say it was a long night.
I'll Meet you halfway
wInter just wasn't my SeaSon
. . .i love yoU | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
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| Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot..who calls you back even though you just hung up on him..who thinks you are perfect even though he knows the worst thing about you..who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead...who wants to show you off to the world when you are in a t-shirt and sweats...who holds your hand in front of his friends..who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup...one who is constantly reminding you of how much he loves you and how lucky he is to have you...the one who turns to his friends and says "that's her."
...I found him
All the things she wishes you knew | | comments: Leave a comment |
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| So last night I attempted to get to bed early because I was tired. Needless to say that did not happen. I wouldn't have an interesting story to wrote about. So around 2:30 A.M. my phone rings. I have a separate ring for Brian (I know I'm lame) so I thought it was him calling. I was wrong. I answer the phone only to engage in a conversation with an extremely "wasted" Ryan Gayman. He preceded to tell me that he had just gotten off the phone with Alison, ya know "pretty eyes Alison" and that he was incredibly drunk. He told me that I had to come to Iowa tonight because EVERYONE was going to Iowa City on Thursday. Sure Ryan, I'll just grab my imaginary keys to my imaginary car and drive to Iowa tonight at 2:30 in the morning. We talked for about 15 minutes then he asked to talk to Adriel then she pawned him back off on me. After telling me how much he loves me and wants to "get on" my sister we hung up. I fell back asleep around 3:30 A.M. The End.
....not quite
At 5:15 A.M. my phone goes off again, it's a text message from Brian saying: "what would you do if I told you I was in town?" I naturally thought he was fucking with me being as he lives two and a half hours away why would he be here especially at 5 o'clock in the morning? I tell him to shut up and roll over to go back to bed. My phone goes off again. "seriously I'm here, call me." So I call him and it turns out the dork is here. He and Nick Wreidt drove all the way here because they "were up". Actually Nick's x-box broke and he wanted the receipt I got from Brian's x-box so he could exchange his. HOWEVER, I gave Brian the receipt when I gave him the x-box. He didn't want to lose it so I taped it to the box even. Brian of course doesn't recall this at all. I suggest that it might have fallen off in the trunk of Brian's car but of course they brought Nick's car. Well shit. So I hang up with them, drag my ass downstairs and sign them in. I wake up the next morning the room wreaks of smoke, coffee, alcohol (Nick had been drinking but apparently Brian didn't know that and had him drive here) and B.O. I get ready for class and bring the boys downstairs to sign them out. Once again Brian misses class. I tell him to go home so he wont miss work. I get back from my class at 2:00. I find my room is a mess and Brian had left his phone here. I go to re-make my bed which Nick had slept in only to find that it is drenched in coffee. Apparently last night he had fallen asleep with it in the bed and it spilled all over. It soaked all the way through my comforter, sheet and bed cover. So looks like Lindsay gets to do a load of laundry. So I drag my bag of coffee drenched bedding upstairs and spend the $5 to clean it all. Then I come back down open the window turn on the fan and, thanks to Alison, soak the room in Hawaiian air freshener. The room is now freezing and an air tunnel but smells like a laui. But it no longer smelled as bad. But I did miss my 3:00 class because I was doing laundry. Anyway, I assume Brian and Nick have gone back to D-port because Brian has to work right? Oh no. Brian calls from Nick's moms phone and we go downstairs to eat. I was in a bit of a bad mood by this time and Brian made it worse by laughing at it all. Whatever, were over it. He calls off work again and we hang out in the room for a bit. The coffee stench is slowly returning to the room so Brian sprays some Axe. Were bored so after we look at the froggies and their dirty ass tank we decide to go see Hitch. May I just say hilarious. It was money well spent, well Brian's money well spent. I highly recommend it. We come back here and eat. Nick scoped out some hot girls and calls the rest sluts or whores who wear too much make-up and totally stares at this one girl, completely obvious. P.S-all of Brian's roommates wanna come visit now to check out all my new sorority sisters. We come back to the room chill for a bit. Brian helps me make my bed. Nick insists on watching the Ashlee Simpson show, "she's so much hotter with dark hair" But he would give anything to get with Christina Aguliera. The boys leave at 8 and I get my Alias fix. After that it was shower, homework, hanging out and now watching the making of constantine. Another movie I really really wanna see, along with The wedding date...odd mix I know but hey I like to mix it up a bit.
never trust a boy who wont bleed for you | | comments: Leave a comment |
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| RIP Alex, Dylan, Natalie, Sick boy, and Tyler Durden (and I'm sure Thor is on his last limb--er fin? But princess sophia? no, she/he's a trooper. The others just lost the will to survive) you were good fish.
Keep sacapuntas and cacahuetes in your prayers. We had a scare today, I thought sacapuntas got stuck behind the heater. Thankfully it was all a big misunderstanding.
By the way, did I mention that I joined a sorority? Yea I know me, right. It's really cool though I already love it. I even wish I would have done it sooner. We shall see how this works out though.
Peace out home skillets | | comments: Leave a comment |
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