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| Monday, May 1st, 2006 | | 10:36 pm |
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I guess I've pretty much abandoned you, livejournal. Sorry, things have been frazzled dazzled. Here's a super quick update of things that have happened recently: 1) Got accept to Grady College of Journalism and Mass Comm. at a Broadcast News major. Celebrated by going to Paula Deen's resturant in Savannah, eating massive amounts of food, and drunk on Pina Coladas. 2) Won a $1500 scholarship. 3) have 4/5ths percent moved into a new apartment. 4) Brought the cockatiels to Athens to live with me. 5) Am going to California and will spend my 21st birthday in Las Vegas. 6) Attended my last day of classes for this semester today: I'M A SENIOR IN COLLEGE. 7) Got back an awesome tax return. 8) Amber wants me to come visit for her birthday. Not 100% sure I'm going , but will consider it. 9) Went to Six Flags two weeks ago with Katie, Brittany, and Michael. Got soaked with rain, but it was still fun. I guess that's a good comprehensive list for now. Hopefully I'll write more this summer. I know I'll have crap-tons of more time. I'm SO excited for school to be out. I've been going for 5 straight semesters and need a friggin' break. Leave me some awe-inspiring comments or something, kids. Lyndz Lyndz bo binz Current Mood:  contentCurrent Music: Beast of Burden, Rolling Stones | | Wednesday, September 28th, 2005 | | 11:57 pm |
Embraced by an uneven blanket of salt, you lie forlorn on the bed of wax paper that is your home. Enshrouded in fluorescence from overhead, your reflection is flawed. You are not dry, not shiny, but rather dull, oily and, colorless, flecked only with bits of black and dark brown. Allusions to the imperfect nature of corn. You came from the West in a brown paper bag, nestled in an orgy of your brethren. Rustling, breaking, settling. Beside you, distant relatives, the quesadilla, the taco, cooled and congealed in painful silence. Thrown from your opaque domicile, you fell as though you’d already give up hope, as though you had resigned to fate and had only strength enough to rock gently - back and forth - before entering stoic paralyzation. A proud but ruined triangle you are! Lying there, giving your three corners to the world in a dignified salute. Your aroma drifts here and there around the room. It smells like grease and harvest time, like the Spanish language spilling from the lips of a tawny Senorita, and sitting comfortably close to your favorite person. Your bones, like your spirit, will surely shatter in the matter of one cruel moment. Crunch, munch, nibble. Your topography is a maze of maize. Your destiny is dip: cheese, salsa, guacamole, bean. But for now… For now you lie, staring up at the world, waiting for consumption. | | Tuesday, September 27th, 2005 | | 9:50 pm |
WTF! An 'effing D on my PR exam? That shit is vile. And TOTALLY UNEXPECTED. Sonofabitch. There goes my A in that class. Fuck. I hope Micheal Ian Black, Gilmore Girls, and Tyra Banks all cheer me up tomorrow. | | Friday, September 9th, 2005 | | 1:18 am |
Ode to Christopher
Squeezul: You should watch some BRUTAL ANAL VIDS Elochi: *shudder* I think I'll pass Squeezul: BLACK MEAT IN BLOND HOLES? Squeezul: does that tickle your fancy? Elochi: Nope Elochi: That's a CNN headline Squeezul: hahahhaahahaha. Squeezul: How'd you know that's where I got it from? Elochi: I'm psychic and I love the news Lately this kid has just been firing off the funnies at an unprecedented rate. | | Sunday, August 28th, 2005 | | 10:18 pm |
One of my creative writing assignments I just finished, decribing an emotion and a cause, but not using the emotion in the writing. I chose LUST as the emotion and RELATIONSHIP(sexual and emotional) as the cause. We were suppose to describe it with as much detail as possible, so I tried to put everything in there a detail. I am exploding inside of myself. Muscles tensing, toes curling. Guttural cries rise in my chest and spill from my lips. I clench the sides of the bed. My mind is clouded by orgasm. We met on the subway. He was wearing an expensive coat and I, I wore a sweatshirt. He smiled first. It was almost noon. He is not gentle And it hurts when he grabs my hips. Thrusting into me, I bite my lip and I accommodate him. He said his name was Charlie. I love the way it sounds on my tongue- charrr-leee On our first date, we went for Chinese And both ordered the moo goo gai pan. Cupping my breasts, He bites my nipples lightly And grows beneath two layers of cloth. He has black hair, strong shoulders. Walking in public, he entwines his fingers with mine. I think that they are all envious. Tongues dance, lips caress. I don’t remember unbuttoning my pants. He’s rarely late. 25, stock broker, runner, perfect. “I love you”, I say. “Just fuck me,” he thinks. | | Thursday, August 25th, 2005 | | 11:10 pm |
First off, can I just say that: TiVo + Busty Cops = AWESOME. And incase you really want to see it, here's the website to Busty Cops: http://www.defilms.com/ I've never seen the VERY masculine MC Get Busy blush so hard. So, yeah. School? School is school. I go. I slack off (already) and basically sit around and make fun of people. My favorite classes, of course, are Creative Writing because it basically OWNS, or PWNS, as you crazy internet savy kids like to say, Poetry, because though I hate poetry, it's easy, easy, easy and Intro to PR, because I have someone to be cynical with in it. My other two classes basically blow, but I need a semester GPA so high that it's retarded. Or I am. But what's going to keep me from a 4.0 semester? WORK. 30 hours this week. Q: How many of my college saturday nights have been wasted closing at Le Goody's Family Clothing? (the same question applies to Friday nights, as well) A: Way too 'effing many. But I'll keep on doing it...so I can pay off debts, keep on trucking, and save up to maybe -- hopefully -- live off campus next semester. Anyways, time pour some blood into The Republic written by my good buddy, Plato. Lyndz. - Mad <3 for this kid: Elochi: Maybe it's a giant negro jamboree Current Mood: drainedCurrent Music: Daily Show | | Monday, August 22nd, 2005 | | 7:23 am |
CNN is being such a cock tease this morning. The one flipping story I want to see, they keep advertising, but won't fucking show. So, I've switched around my schedule again...dropped English 3000 in favor of English 3050, Intro. to Poetry. Don't get me wrong, I DO hate poetry, but I'll read it until the cows come home...or something like that. I have a lot more to complain about, but for now I need to go and sardine myself onto an Orbit bus. Ciao! | | Friday, August 19th, 2005 | | 1:44 pm |
I LOVE Harvest Cheddar Sun Chips. | | Sunday, July 31st, 2005 | | 12:32 am |
What a day, kids. Last night, work didn't end until 1am. This morning I had to be there at 9am. From 9am until around 5:30pm, I did not, let me reiterate, did not, stop moving, whether it be running the register, putting up returns, cleaning, helping out dumb people, etc. I was in full swing all day. So I hope all you 'effing people enjoyed your tax free-ness. I'm sorry you all felt the need to scowl at me like I'm personally the one who's charging you $34.99 for those jeans...because you know, I'M the one who decides the price and I'M the one who is FORCING you to buy them, right? Thought so. I guess it's something about having to bring your children school shopping that brings out the worst in parents: Me: "Hi, how are you?" Dumbfeck Lady: "Horrible. You need to do this really quick, I've got somewhere to be." *lady proceeds to stare at me meanly* Me: "Okay" Lady: *throws Goody's card on my register* Me: *confused* *hands her the card back* Lady: "What, you don't NEED my card to pay for all this shit?" Me: *Inner eye-roll, but I couldn't help myself with keeping the words in my mouth* "Well, generally you don't give me your payment until you've let me ring up your purchase." Oh gosh, see how sassy I am? Freaking lady. She was probably the worst one I had. I don't need white trash looking down on me-I'm starting my third year of college-did you graduate high school? And besides, anybody who comes in and buys, literally, ELEVEN DIFFERENT JOHN DEERE TEE SHIRTS deserves to be mocked. People, please stop wearing John Deere crap. It is not cool. Enough work ranting... Classes end Tuesday, then I have finals Wed-Fri. I move into the new apartment Friday, then am leaving for Ohio on Saturday night until the 11th, and will be celebrating my TWENTIETH birthday in Cleveland with Amber and Brian. Then I'm coming home, chilling in Hiram for a few days, and then I'll probably be back in Athens on the 16th to get my hair cut, make sure I've got books, get my work schedule, etc. Prospects for the next school year are looking good, providing that I get into Grady. I need to do more for my "portfolio" for "extra credit" points on my application. How silly is it that I have to apply to get into a college after I've already gotten into a college? If I keep working at the Red&Black and maybe do something for Athens journal (providing Mr.David Agee allows me to), I should be what we like to call "gravy". But yeah, next semester, I'm looking at 3 english classes, ADPR, and for now, a LING2001 course, which I'm trying to drop for another English. I will not, however, compromise the bodacious schedule I have now, so I'm only going to accept what will work smoothly with it during drop/add. I guess this is it-I applaud those of you who've read this entire thing-I know my posts aren't usually so monumental in size, but you know I like to shake things up. That's how I roll. -Lyndsey- Easy/Lucky/Free | | Saturday, July 30th, 2005 | | 2:04 am |
| | Sunday, July 24th, 2005 | | 12:24 pm |
Real update coming soon! Including my thoughts on Harry Motherfucking Potter and the Half Blood Prince. Current Mood: tiredCurrent Music: "Take It Easy (Love Nothing)" Bright Eyes | | Monday, July 18th, 2005 | | 10:23 pm |
So. Yesterday was pretty 'effing awesome, with the Weezer-ing and all. It started out with just a few of us on the 5th floor of the parking deck, primo view, and ended up with Me, Katie, her friend, Mark, Annie, Steph, Shaun, Adam, Abe, Yarber, Victoria, Blair, and Lindsay Bone rockin' out like some 'effing sweet asses. Then after a rather eventful Marta ride and a girl vs. guy fight,half of us when to IHOP where I indulged in 800 glasses of sweet tea, chocolate chip pancakes, and mozz sticks. AND I found $10 on the ground at Marta. What's not cool, however, is getting into bed at 3:15am, getting up at 7:30am and driving alllll the way back to Athens to be at work at 11am. Fast forward- exhausted, I get off at 7:30pm. Now I get to come home where I am now and do these three things: 1) Write an entire paper for psych 2) Write an entire Red and Black article 3) Read 4 chapters in Bio and study for the test I have in it tomorrow morning ...all on around 4 and a half hours of sleep. Ah, the things we do when we're young and stupid. -Lyndsey Also, Weezer is coming back in September to the Gwinnett Center Arena with who? The mother 'effing FOO FIGHTERS! "You know, Mrs. Buckman, you need a license to buy a dog, to drive a car - hell, you even need a license to catch a fish. But they'll let any butt-reaming asshole be a father. " -Tod (Keanu Reeves), Parenthood Current Mood: relaxedCurrent Music: Bright Eyes, "Down In A Rabbit Hole" | | Saturday, July 9th, 2005 | | 11:29 pm |
"It's the world's most beautiful rainbow! Do me on it." | | Wednesday, July 6th, 2005 | | 5:05 pm |
Today is one of those days where I just want to throw myself on the bed and cry. Why? Because I'm doing the best I can and it's still not enough. It's never enough to do good. I feel like I don't even belong here because I can't handle the work load. But what am I going to do besides have a lovely cry? Oh, that's right, go to work. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. Someone, anyone of my dear and darling friend who're over 21, do me a favor and pick a bottle of the highest proof alcohol you can find tonight. Current Mood:  frustrated | | Saturday, July 2nd, 2005 | | 5:36 pm |
My Amazon.com birthday wishlist: http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/registry.html/ref=cs_top_nav_wl/104-3533210-6495900?%5Fencoding=UTF8&type=wishlistA- Age of 1st kiss: 14 B- Band you are listening to right now: Gwen Stefani, Love, Angel, Music, Baby. I finally got it 10 months after its original release date. C- 1st Crush: Stephen Parson in the 3rd Grade. James in the 6th D- Dad's name: Tom and/or Scott E- Easiest person to talk to: Katie Flippin' Abernathy. F- Favorite ice cream: Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia and Baskin Robbin's Nutty Coconut. G- Gummy worms or gummy bears? Bears, I think. H- Hometown Right now: Athens, GA is where I live now and for about 3 or 4 more years. Technically, though, I live in Hiram, GA....for those times when asked for my "permanent home address." I- Instruments: Your Mom. Is that an instrument? J- Junior high: South Paulding Middle School. Go...Panthers? K- Kids: Bleck. I hate snot nosed, stinky crotch droppings. L- Longest car ride ever: No clue. Probably from GA to Chicago. M- Mom's name: Kim N- Nicknames: Lyndz., Face, Lucy, kid. O- One wish: To ride a unicorn wearing only a slathering of pure amish margarine and plait my hair with strands of...mercury. P- Phobia[s]: Unrestrained Heights. In 8th grade, I almost had a panic attack at the Etowah Indian Mounds because of that. Also, someday being forced to lick a public toilet seat at gun point. Q- Quote: "To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure." -Albus Dumbledor OR anything from Family Guy. R- Reason to smile: I love driving my car because it's awesome. I love that I'm off work already. I love that I'm going to take a nap soon. S- Song you sang last: "Lights" and "Don't Stop Believin'" both by Journey. T- Time you woke up today: 7:05 a.m. U- Unknown fact about me: If there's something I want bad enough, I will do everything in my power to get it and it will consume me until I do get it. Oh, and I'm awesome at Family Guy trivia. V- Virgin: "She was nursing it last night, Trebeck." W- Worst habit: being messy, letting the dishes build up in the sink, putting horribly important things off until the last minute. X- X-rays you've had: Just for teeth... Y- Your least favorite person as of right now? Rick Santorum...biggest dick in the U.S. Senate. Z-Zodiac sign: Leo. Don't forget everyone, I turn 20 in 1 month and 6 days. Current Mood: sleepyCurrent Music: Journey's Greatest Hits | | Monday, June 27th, 2005 | | 12:17 pm |
So, what, Bentwater is the new Carrington Pointe? :::edit::: Here's a little something I hate: There are 5734 billion computers in the SLC open. Why, please, why, do you, assclown, have to come and sit right next to me. You are creepy and you obviously don't understand that you don't sit directly next to someone unless there are NO OTHER AVAILABLE COMPUTERS. I swear, this kind of behavior just grates on my nerves...even more so than when people say "irregardless". | | Friday, June 24th, 2005 | | 8:32 am |
I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning.
I swear to God, I'm going to update more often. Here on out, it's me and you, LJ, in a verbal throwdown of sorts. I don't know if you've heard or not, but I'm in love. With whom? A guy you may have hear of named, oh, RAFFI. Raffi is such a bad ass. Even more so than Fred Penner, and we ALL know my affection for Penner. Cellular, Modular, Interactivodular, indeed. I have this now: lsargent@variety.randb.com. "I didn't sell out, Son. I bought in. Remeber that." So, don't worry- I'm rightfully ashamed of it, also. Last night was one of those nights where you just wish more than anything that there was someone in bed with you, not in the "bump 'n' grind" way, persay, just the "Hold Me, I'm Fucking Needy" way. I tried to reproduce the feeling by snuggling the body pillow, but it just feels too artificial. The human body doesn't/shouldn't bend that way. But I know you fancy me-I fancy you. My Dad is SUPPOSEDLY coming to visit with my brother today. I'll give him the benefit of the doubt until he doesn't show up. In a way, I'm glad I'm not close with my father. I never want to be like him. They don't love you like I love you, Lyndsey Current Mood:  determinedCurrent Music: Maps, Yeah Yeah Yeahs | | Thursday, June 23rd, 2005 | | 9:39 pm |
...and all I can think of are ways to die alone... Current Music: Silverchair, "Untitled" | | Friday, June 10th, 2005 | | 4:52 pm |
Today I got really sweaty because my book bag was heavy and I walked a lot and it was hot out. So far... Psych is good. Bio is way fast. Stat is good. I will do this and I will do it well-because, well, basically I'm a badass. http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=bejingjingjingThat's where I've been hiding. See you there. | | Monday, May 23rd, 2005 | | 6:40 am |
"WTF Mate" indeed. What am I doing up so early? Planning on going to the gym and then spending the rest of the day before work roasting myself. I've decided I've had enough of the "sickly and pale" look that I sport oh-so-well. What else is there? Today I get to find out how much my speeding ticket is going to be. Rapture! Other than that, things are THE same old. People are still incompetent. I'm still getting threatened to be fired for not raising enough money for Children's Miracle Network at The Big G, even though nowhere in my "job description that doesn't really exist" does it say anything about raising money for charity. I'm painfully bored with nothing to do in Athens but just LIVE. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, she just bitches and bitches. Cut me some slack, it's early. Das Lyndzer Current Music: Galvanize, Chemical Brothers |
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