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“I should really start bloggin aigain,” I said to my self in a drather tipsy haze tonoight. “I kind of miss it.”
“Yeah, yeah,” said my less virtious side. “Have another vodka and orange crush. They are delicious.”
So after many, many, many more, (I have sort of lost count, actually) both my literate and my lush side are in agreement on this: I’m back.
Update tomorrow as to whether this resouloution will alast through the hangover.
PS: drunk posts are still funny, right?
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[01 Aug 2008|12:32pm] |
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Er, hi.
Okay, I am a terrible person. I have done the equivalent of standing you all up on an important date, only to sneak in the next morning in a walk of shame after sleeping with someone who isn’t you.
That’s right, friendslist, I’ve been cheating on you with real life.
And I think it’s best I be on my own for a while, returning to my old stomping ground of community-commenting only. I’m sorry to hurt you like this, you are an awesome friendslist and don’t deserve it, but I need to be alone right now.
Goodbye.
L.
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| A Love, Lost |
[15 Mar 2008|03:09pm] |
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Dear Shaw ISP people,
Look, we had such a good thing going on: I would give you money, and you would give me internet. It was so easy, so effortless, so wonderful. I had hoped it would last forever.
But something’s changed, Shaw ISP people.
I know we had a bit of a rocky patch in February, when the spark went out of our relationship. "You need a new modem," you said. And you know what? I was totally fine with that –for you, I would change almost anything. And in return, you gave me a pretty new modem, and sent over a really sweet techie to set it up and patiently explain everything to me.
It was so good after that, I thought. You were so much more sensitive –I began to feel as if you actually listened to what I wanted; that you cared about my experiences. Was that all an illusion, Shaw? I don’t understand.
When you first started to disappear on me –cutting me off from the rest of the internet, refusing to explain this sudden silence—I had thought it was just another phase. You were touchy, and I could understand after all the upheaval we so recently went through. You’ll come back to me, I thought, I should just give you some time.
And you did come back to me eventually, of course. But Shaw, I had to do all the work to reach you. I spent long nights trying to figure you out, trying to understand what is going on between us. I feel like it’s all up to me.
And last week you disappeared suddenly again, without the slightest warning. I needed you then –I had a paper due and I couldn’t do it without you, and you just weren’t there for me.
So, Shaw ISP people, I am leaving you for Telus.
I know, it’s hard. But I need someone I can rely on; someone who cares; someone who will communicate. (Also, they have such pretty fish commercials.)
I will always have fond memories of you,
Lindsey.
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| Continuing Hockey Education |
[27 Feb 2008|11:16pm] |
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For my birthday this year, (which happened Monday. 20, now. GOD.) I ended up with hockey tickets, thanks to my incessant chatting about by new hobby. (I’ve become emotionally invested in it now too. Yesterday was all: COLBY ARMSTRONG? YOU BASTARDS.) So I went to my fist live hockey game in about two years.
The Bad:
-None of these handsome and virile NHL players happened to catch a glance of my staggeringly beautiful face in the crowd, (despite my being seven rows in from the rink[!!!]) burning my exquisite countenance into their minds, and forcing them to search frantically for me after the game, so as that they might sweep me off my feet and ravish me senseless afterwards.* I am beginning to despair that I will ever marry a professional hockey player (and his salary).
The Good:
-It was actually quite an excellent game, despite Calgary’s loss.
-Dinner consisted of beer and candy.
-A really cute guy spent his entire train ride smiling at me rather shyly on the way home.
*In retrospect, though, my reading a Gloria Steinem book between periods probably didn’t add to my mysteriously feminine allure.
PS: As you may have noticed by now, I am slacking off on my duties as an LJ user. Slightly more frequent updating will commence sometime in March. Sorry.
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| Every Night is Hockey Night in Canada |
[04 Feb 2008|11:09pm] |
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My new project this week: to learn about hockey! (And by “learn about hockey” I of course mean “internet-stalk Sidney Crosby, hunt him down, and force him into matrimony with me”*) Since most of my projects tend to be about shoes, clothes or shoesandclothes, this project has been going about as well as anyone had anticipated. (My dad nearly fell off the couch laughing when I told him I would be watching hockey with him from now on.)
I no nothing about, stats, trades or final scores, but have found the only professional player of my home team, the Calgary Flames, (who not only suck against most other teams, but has the shame of loosing to Edmonton --our deepest rival-- tonight) who is hot/young enough** for me to somewhat-crush on without feeling like a weird-o. (We wouldn’t want that!) Sadly though, no one on my home team is attractive enough to lure me into any degree of hockeymania, so I must look elsewhere for something that will lure me into the sport, so to speak. (What it that you say? Develop an interest in hockey due to its noble sportsmanship? It’s ceaseless action? It’s community-uniting abilities? Pshaw.)
Hence, like many young women before me, I have discovered Sidney Crosby, who, to my astonishment, is actually quite dishy, in that rumpled-and-mussed-and-perhaps-slightly-thuggish-looking-but-ripped kind of way. (Tangent Thought: hockey is basically Thugs on Skates. y/n?) The attraction between us was obvious and immediate to me –I gave him the full force of my calm, intelligent, grey-blue eyes, and he smiled warmly and serenely at me from under a “Google Images” banner. So now he is my new pretend-boyfriend.***
Having done some pre-emptive and not-at-all-creepy planning, all I have to do now is move to Pittsburgh, (or Halifax, if it’s off-season) conveniently place myself in well-trafficked areas of the city, and wait with baited breath for The Next Great One to walk by and be stunned by my staggering beauty, falling instantly in love with me, spiriting me off to an exotic local for our zillion-dollar wedding, nary a pre-nup in sight.
Wish me luck.
*This seems to be how a lot of young women get into hockey. I am reassured by the fact that I have a better chance than them, though.
**Every other player is, like, 30.
***I’ve had a lot of those lately, due to not having a reality-boyfriend. I can’t imagine why.
ETA: “Thugs on Skates” is my new potential hockey blog name. Coming to an internet near you! (As long as something else doesn’t distract me within the next week, and I totally abandon the idea entirely.)
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| Friday Night Blues |
[02 Feb 2008|12:31am] |
(And not in a good way.)
I’ve just discovered I am allergic to wine gums, as my tongue has swollen and feels a bit like raw pork tenderloin in my mouth. Glorious.
(Why does 2008 suck so much already?)
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[06 Jan 2008|01:46pm] |
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You know what? I take it back: antibiotics are clearly useless. And now I have to go back to the doctor’s. Again.
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| Still Sick |
[31 Dec 2007|01:54pm] |
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Antibiotics = Love
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| Word of the Day: Fuck. |
[13 Dec 2007|02:29pm] |
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Oh God, I am so horribly, terribly, utterly sick. (Although, not sick enough to avoid posting on LJ!) The back of my throat feels like it’s covered in that corrosive acid stuff from the Alien movies. You know, that stuff that burned through, like, twelve of the ship’s floors because no one would listen to Sigourney Weaver? That stuff.
On the bight side, my fever has finally come down, thanks to lots of Contac, sleep, and Eddie Izzard shorts from YouTube. (These three things, by the way, are the most effective things ever put on the planet for getting rid of a cold.)
On the slightly less bright side, I have stalled on most of my sewing projects, and have actually abandoned one of them utterly. After redoing some pleats for about the twelfth time, I came to the realization that Satan’s Synthetic Sheer was never going to bend to my will, and that total destruction of it was the only solution. (To give you an idea how bad it was, I couldn’t backstitch because the fabric was too delicate, had the Singer set to the basting stitch for the entire project, and had to re cut the front pattern pieces twice, and the collar three times because they frayed like Holy Shit. Oh yes, and it stretched.) So yeah: fuck it.
Skiing this weekend though, thank God, so something I have to look forward to. I’m so utterly happy to be Telemarking again: it’s like I have a small furry creature lodged in my chest, I’m so fuzzy and warm just thinking about it. I’ve already made some huge leaps this year, in a relatively short period of time, so I’m wildly arrogant about how I think I’ll perform at the end of the season. Dad and I had a discussion about How Pretty The Mountains Are while we were driving up last weekend, so perhaps I’ll take some pictures on Sunday while I’m out. (It is true, though: the Albertan Rockies are marvelous, especially mid-winter.)
I actually want to go badly enough that I will fake being over my cold to do so. This is rather a big deal, actually, as I am a complete and utter whiner when it comes to being sick. It was recommended to me to drink Gatorade instead of water to help(?) me get over it, so I tried some for the first time in about ten(ish) years. First impression: sugar. Second impression: Gatorade not only looks like the stuff that glow sticks are made out of, but tastes like the stuff glow sticks are made out of.
I think it made it worse, actually.
Fuck it, I'm going back to bed.
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| Saturday Night Report |
[08 Dec 2007|06:17pm] |
I’ve played so many games of solitaire I’ve lost count.
I think I may need some sort of intervention.
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| In Which I Have a Shocking Realization About Facebook |
[01 Dec 2007|10:02pm] |
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Namely, that it’s kind of useless.
I mean, really, when I first registered for my new account, I was thrilled! and delighted! to go searching for people I once was pretty close with so that I could then stalk them from afar discover what triumphs/tragedies/combination-of-the-two had befallen them in the past seven years.
And so, to my great delight, I found a few long(ish) lost childhood friends with reassuring ease, adding them with growing optimism about the site itself. And, uh, wondered what was supposed to happen next. Well, guess what happened next?
Yeah, pretty much nothing.
So the entire point of this website is to click the little “add as friends” link, and maybe post the most flattering picture of myself I can find on my desktop, (this is a great achievement: I had about four to choose from) and then spend three successive hours trying to figure out how to get rid of the “is” part in the status line. “Lindsey is…” is really hampering when it comes to describing what exactly I am doing. Unless I want to use cat macro talk, which: no. (“Lindsey is wanting a cheeseburger.”) Seriously, team Facebook: do you have any idea how grammically restrictive the apparently permanent “is” is? Also, while I’m on the subject of griping, the commenting system on your site has all the coherency of my first fanfic, written at the tender age of 13. (Which is to say, none at all.)
And I thought I was so smart in having deliberately missed the myspace craze.
In slightly happier news, I finished a few of my sewing projects, (shirt, skirt, two cowls) and will be posting the final results like the braggart I am soon enough. (I may also post some of my alterations to thrifts –hopefully they’ll be instructive/interesting/whatever to someone else out on teh interwebs.)
ETA: Why yes, I do spend my Saturday nights at home on LJ.
ETA2: Final NaNo word count: 3198. Yeah.
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| Breaking News: I am a total nerd. |
[19 Nov 2007|06:18pm] |
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It was the 50% of everything sale at Value Village today, (actually, it still is, although with only three hours left, alas) so of course I had to go and buy hordes of stuff I don’t really need. (But it’s cheap! And on sale!)
Actually, I restrained myself pretty well in the clothing department, as I have a dozen sewing projects on the go and my closet is basically full to the brim already. I was a bit bummed that I couldn’t find any decent shoes or potential winter boots. Usually I can find something, but today everything I liked was in the wrong size, so no dice.
However, my big haul was in books –Star Trek novels, in fact. Forty-Eight of them altogether, none of which I had, and some of which I haven’t read. It was seriously awesometastic, and only cost me about thirty-five bucks. I don’t know who you are, Person-Who-Donated-Their-Entire-Collection-of-TOS-Books, but thank you kindly, and be assured that they have gone to a loving home.
As a bonus, I also picked up a dozen or so Spider-Man novelizations, also pretty cheap, which should make good brain-candy reading for a while. I’m not that familiar with the Marvel universe, so I don’t know how well I’ll be able to get through them, but they look like a bag of fun, so why the hell not?
Actually, I still have two hours and forty minutes 'till they close to go again. Maybe after supper...?
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| Shameless Bragging and a Music rec. |
[18 Nov 2007|01:39pm] |
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So, thanks to a very generous aunt, I was invited to go see Oscar Lopez and James Keelaghan play at the Jack Singer. By the time I got there (half an hour before show time, or thereabouts) the line was literally out the front door, and I don’t think there was an empty seat in the place by 8:00. That, if nothing else, should have clued me in to how awesome the show was going to be, but alas, I remained naive until the very first cords.
My God, it was so fantastic! We had center seats on the first balcony, so we had prime seats when it came to the sound, and despite some technical problems with one of the speakers during a song, the music was enough to make any audiophile have a spontaneous orgasm on the spot. (I did not, sadly, as I am not in any sense a hard-core audiophile, but it was certainly enough to get me tingly all over.)
And dear God, Oscar Lopez’s playing makes me weak in the knees. Seriously, just watching his fingers move and hearing the corresponding sound makes me want to take up the guitar immediately, out of sheer envy/admiration. Fangirling aside, I really need to listen to more of James Keelaghan’s stuff –he has an amazingly sweet tenor, and from what I’ve heard about A Few Simple Verses, it’s worth looking into more of his work.
Anyway, their new CD is called Buddy, Where You Been?, and I will undoubtedly be recommending it to anyone who has the misfortune to bring up music in a conversation for a long while. Seriously, go listen to it.
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Yeah, note to self: when doing some garment reconstruction, remember to take before pictures prior to actually tearing the thing to pieces. Therefore, your shameless internet bragging will be much more effective, and your after pictures be much more impressive, than if you do not.
Also: go buy that black fabric dye you’ve been fantasizing about for the past six months. That yellow dress has been sitting, unworn, in your closet long enough –dye it already. Jeez.
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[02 Nov 2007|04:25pm] |
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Oh my God, Wishbone is out on DVD. HOW COULD I HAVE NOT KNOWN ABOUT THIS SOONER? *runs off to buy* (NaNo? What NaNo? Wasting time with little bits of my childhood is far more important, damnit.)
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| Oh, dear –navel gazing. |
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Recently, I’ve been trying to notice my unconscious habits more; attempt to fix those that need fixing, and work with those that don’t. Fall seems to be a great time for starting new things for me –perhaps it is the back-to-school vibe I get from all around me, or the slow change to my favorite time of year. Whatever it is, I’ve been in the process of starting new things the past couple of months, (job, school, general activities) and have come to the conclusion that this would be a great time to start using this journal again.
I’m not sure how much I have to say here, and I have the strong suspicion it may entail a great deal of book reviews, but I’ll never know until I make an effort in doing something about it.
At any rate, to start this off, I want to direct all whom have stumbled across this to the Free Rice campaign. Delicious, wonderful vocab for those of us who love words –the campaign donates 10 grains of rice to those who need it for every word the player gets right. So, very addictive –thank God I’m forced away from the computer every day, or else nothing would get done.
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| Since it is Generally Considered Polite to Post an Introductory Entry: |
[25 May 2003|04:50pm] |
So, I’ve decided to take a break from any journal writing for a (long) while. I’m sure I’ll repent into the habit of posting rambling entries while unable to sleep, (much to your delight, I’m sure) but for now, I’m using my account for the sole purpose of engaging discussion within communities that interest me.
I’m sure I’ll be updating again; you can be reassured that I am not a troll, thank you, simply someone interested in the wide verity of topics that inevitably present themselves on LJ. I’ve been here for a couple of years, and find it a delightful place. If this is a problem for a moderator of a community I’ve applied to, my apologies in advance.
Lindsey
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