29 Tuesday Aug 2006
Posted in Domestic Life, We, Ourselves & Us
Today Steven & I baked blond brownies, which means we spent the entire time fighting for the privilege to stir the mix. I won.
Lindsay: 1,254 Steven: 0
Oh, and the blond brownies were really, really good. How I failed to include the most important information is beyond me.
26 Saturday Aug 2006
Posted in Bostonia, Domestic Life, Steven
Finally! The laundry is done, the packing is done, loading the car is done. DONE, and I could not be more happy about it. Unfortunately, as a side effect I’ve been suffering from Temporary Stupidity which definitely did not make me completely forget about looking up directions, because I did not have the chance to forget since that Really Awesome Guy I Call My Boyfriend mentioned them last night and reminded me yet again this morning before I had the chance to screw up. Now the blame cannot be placed on me if we get lost on the way to Really Awesome Guy’s house.
Just how awesome is Really Awesome Guy, you might ask? Well… really awesome. So awesome, in fact, that he is making life much easier on my dad because he’s going to take me the rest of the way to Boston at the end of next week to move me in. And, not only that, but while I’m at Chez Really Awesome Guy, he’s going to take me to visit 2 colleges I’m interested in (because, unlike Really Awesome Guy, BU hates me and I may have to transfer after this year but that’s another story). I’m not entirely sure, but I think he may love me.
So, around midnight tonight Mr. Dad & I are going to head out on our way to New York… with directions! Thanks, Really Awesome Guy I Call My Boyfriend!
Really Awesome Guy: Saving Lindsay’s Butt Since September 22, 2005
21 Monday Aug 2006
Posted in Catholicism, Lindsay
Yesterday also marked my 25th Communion! Which, uh, really doesn’t mean anything to anyone else but I just thought I’d share because I think it’s neat. Congratulations to me!
21 Monday Aug 2006
Posted in Moobies
Last night I went to see Snakes on a Plane with my dad & my brother. Steven had seen the movie earlier in the day with his sister and they both recommended it. In fact, everyone I had talked to that had seen the movie said it was surprisingly good, so I figured what the heck, why not? If everyone else had liked it then it must be pretty good.
I did not like it, at all. My dad didn’t either. I don’t know whether or not my brother liked it, but I did overhear him telling his fiancée that it was scary. The movie did have a decently good plot but the first half of the movie was just really twisted. It took awhile for the movie and the plot to really take off. The entire first half, though, I basically spent covering my eyes, cringing, jumping, stifling screams and hiding my face in my father’s or my brother’s shoulder. Heck, I sat with my feet on the railing for the majority of the movie (don’t judge me). Whoever came up with the ideas for the attack scenes on the plane at the beginning is a seriously disturbed individual. It was gross and quite a bit too graphic for my liking. But, like I said, the plot was decent and the movie wasn’t as stupid as I had expected, so if you’re not squeamish like me then you might enjoy it.
I now know to take Steven’s recommendations & opinions in the future with a grain of salt. However, in his defence, he did warn me that I would get scared but thought that I would like the movie in spite of that. (To be honest, it is a good-ish movie, it just freaked me right the heck out.)
…And the movie had a bit of a subtle social commentary that I’m not sure I approve of. 
[entirely insignificant spoiler warning] Newlyweds had gone to Hawaii for their honeymoon, the husband being very afraid of flying. The wife asked him why he let her pick Hawaii if planes made him that nervous, his response being, “Because it’s where you wanted to go.” Awwww. Then they both ended up dying. Not entirely sure whether that’s a metaphor for marriage or whether that’s supposed to be a warning never to listen to your wife/females in general. Note: I’m joking. I in no way actually think that is supposed to be a social commentary. I just thought it funny.
19 Saturday Aug 2006
Posted in Elatedness Abounds, Life As We Know It
Today I finally lived out one of my childhood dreams and let me tell you, It. Was. Awesome.
I had to go to the eye doctor this morning because, as it turns out, blindness has a negative impact on your eyesight. Yeah. So, being the ever so health-conscientious individual that I am (ha ha ha ha), I went to go do something about it. After being subjected to very little sleep and being forced to hold my pink purse while sitting in the waiting room (which I happened to think looked awesome next to his jeans, by the way), my father made the executive decision to go out to lunch afterwards.
I chose Dairy Queen for lunch. I’d be lying if I said ice cream didn’t factor into my decision at all, especially since that was the only reason I chose Dairy Queen. (I’m shameless, I know.)
Dad ordered first and got a small blizzard (lightweight!) to go with his food. Then, yours truly stepped up to the plate. “I would like a 4-piece chicken strip basket and a large hot fudge sundae, please.”
The girl fixed us our ice cream and told us she’d bring our food out when it was ready. What? Dessert before my meal? HECK YEAH. I was pleased as punch and proceeded to dig into my mountain of soft serve & fudge. The food came a few minutes later. I proceeded to ignore it and eat my ice cream. A little less than halfway through my sweet, sweet sundae I stopped and set down my spoon.
“Boo. I’m starting to get full.”
Dad asked me what size sundae I ordered. I beamed at him and responded, “Large!” Then I got that annoying parental look of what-were-you-thinking-if-you-weren’t-so-adorably-precious-I-would-wring-your-neck-right-now. Aha! But I am adorably precious and it was your dime anyway, sucker, so ha ha, joke’s on you!
Then I felt bad and ate the 2 smallest chicken strips.
At that point I noticed there were 6 chicken strips instead of 4 and promptly blamed their giving me too much food as the cause of my fullness. So, I made Dad eat the rest of my chicken strips. And my fries. And my toast.
Then I finished the rest of my sundae.
…I managed to eat a meal consisting basically of only a large sundae.
I could’ve never pulled that off when I was younger. Dang. Growing up rocks.
16 Wednesday Aug 2006
Posted in Domestic Life, Relationships
Summer is winding down and that means it’s almost time for me to return to the Metropolis of Extremely Rude Individuals.
…Yay.
This also means lots of petty, annoying things must be done before journeying back to that Aversion to Kindness, like laundry and making lists, and, joy of joys, packing. No, I shouldn’t say that. Making lists isn’t that bad, because it’s productive without making me feel like I’ve done any real work or been productive. So, in that regard, making lists rocks. Laundry and packing, however, continue to plague my existence.
(Incidentally, if anyone happens to know where I can get one of those magical trunks Harry Potter has I would be forever grateful. Thanks.)
A procrastinator by nature, I of course want to hold off that pain as long as humanly possible, and, really, can you blame me? As it stands, I only have so long before I must face the cold, hard, bitter truth that eventually – EVENTUALLY – I will have to do laundry, and pack, and other un-fun things.
So, today, fresh out of ideas on how to best avoid doing work, I turn to my dear boyfriend for suggestions. And what do you think he suggested? Work! Work of all things! He suggested I start doing laundry and packing rather than holding off ’til last minute. The audacity!
Now, this logic just eludes me. I’m trying to avoid work, so logically, the last thing I would want to do is work. Yet, here I am listening to Steven tell me I should do work.
Hopefully I’m not the only one who sees something wrong with this.
However, in spite of all of this, Steven is very good at persuasion and making a bad idea seem like a rather good one. So, my tune quickly changed and instead of muttering “Ugh. There is absolutely no way I am touching anything until I absolutely must!” I was frantically chanting “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! I only have a WEEK AND A HALF left! What was I thinking waiting this long?”
So, I started doing laundry and I started making lists.
It’s always been said that a sure fire way to tell if someone is a good match for you is whether you become a better person when you’re with them.
If today has elucidated anything at all, it’s that Steven is a bad influence on my procrastination, and he better stop using his voodoo witchcraft on me posthaste or else our relationship’s future lies in mighty murky waters. Hmmph.
07 Monday Aug 2006
Posted in Uncategorized
So, Lindsay here has been feeling a bit under the weather, both physically (coming down with something) and emotionally (lots of life stuff). I think we need to start an official “cheer up the Lindsay” telethon. As long as there are no clowns.
On an unrelated note, did you ever have one of those conversations about a piece of technology that one person didn’t know anything nor cared at all about? I just finished assembly of a USB DAC (digital-analog converter), which gets detected and used by the computer as a sound card. So now, once I get it cased up, I’ve got a little usb sound card that can rival the music quality of $100 and up cards that will be about the size of an ipod. Lindsay? She doesn’t care. I may as well have been speaking Swahili. She doesn’t see the point. But I do. Building things is fun!
03 Thursday Aug 2006
Posted in Relationships
“You don’t think.”
“You don’t think, you… non-thinking thinkless non-thinker!”
“…Good one.”
01 Tuesday Aug 2006
Posted in La Familia, Lindsay, Steven
So, Lindsay went ahead and told you all about the rest of our time, because I had a test to study for. She left out a couple of my favorite details, though. Like the start of the Lindsay-Andrew dramafest. We’re all swimming, and I happen to give Lindsay a quick little kiss. Andrew, who had been using me as a launch platform for jumping out of the lake and diving back in, immediately says “Eww! You can’t do that!” to which I reply “Yes I can! I love her!”. To which he says, “you can’t love her, you’re not married. You’re not even engaged!”. So I threw him in the water again.
He’s a quick one, though – once he figured out he couldn’t get me to totally ignore Lindsay, he decided to take her attention away from me. Thus began the saga of Lindsay’s post.
I miss Lindsay. I like it when she’s here. I think I’m going to keep her.
