Monthly Archives: July 2008

Information Coulrophobics NEED

21 Monday Jul 2008

Posted by in Moobies

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WHY DID NO ONE INFORM ME THAT THE DARK KNIGHT HAD CLOWNS?  I think I had about five mini-heart attacks, which resulted in my not finishing my contraband candy, because my heart was too busy trying to pop out of my chest.  This is bad for many reasons, the two most obvious of which being the fact that my contraband went uneaten and my heart almost exploded.  I don’t know why I listed those in that order, but I did, and I’m still freaking out, so I can do what I want.  Then Lisa was worried because every time one of those THINGS showed up on the screen I was clasping both of my hands over my heart to keep the little bugger on the inside.  Also: trying not to SCREAM BLOODY MURDER.  (MINI-SPOILER: I wanted to verbally yell my approval when the clowns were offing each other at the beginning.)  (Side note: SEE?  Clowns kill.)

I should probably mention that I was aware that The Joker would be in the movie.  I should also mention that he’s a JOKER, not a CLOWN (there’s a difference), and therefore not the aforementioned THINGS.  He actually did not scare me.

The movie was good, save for the whole “ha ha, the heart attack’s on us!” part.

Sleepy Lindsay, Meet Sleepy Hollow (And Little Fala, Too!)

09 Wednesday Jul 2008

Posted by in Elatedness Abounds

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I’m leaving in the morning for a 2-day trip to the Hudson Valley area.  I’ve long been wanting to visit Sleepy Hollow, so Lisa & her mom are taking me.  The trip will mainly consist of visiting the stomping grounds of Irving’s brain child (I’ll also get to see his old writing desk!) and visiting Hyde Park.  I am pretty jazzed.  My camera, however, is less than ecstatic.

The Same Thing We Do Every Tuesday Night, Pinky

08 Tuesday Jul 2008

Posted by in Friends, TV: The Other Brain Drain

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I rarely watch television.  The only times I have used my television at school have been for watching televised movies.  With the end of Gilmore Girls, the number of shows I watched dwindled down to one.  That show is Supernatural, and during the school year, it occurs right when RCIA ends.  There is almost always a meeting afterwards for the RCIA facilitators to discuss the night’s meeting and the small group meetings with the program director, Br. Sam.  So, I never get to see Supernatural on TV during the school year when there is an RCIA meeting.  Instead, I have to wait until the next week to watch that night’s episode online.  It’s not ideal, but it works.

So, for the most part, television (or televised movies) has been turned into a special treat for me.  When I clean my room, I turn it on.  It takes longer, but seeing as it’s an occasional indulgence, I don’t feel guilty about it.  If anything, it’s helped me to come to look forward to cleaning, because I’ve learned to associating cleaning with something fun.  I had initially done this to try to make the task at hand more bearable.  I hadn’t exactly figured on it turning the task at hand pleasurable.  All in all, it was one of my more brilliant ideas.

Other than that, though, my television watching has been confined to school breaks.  I end up watching television when I’m home (Because we now have cable, which has more crummy options than the normal 6 — but which is still weird, since I grew up without cable.  The idea of cable & home coexisting still weirds me out.) or when I’m at Steven’s family’s house.  You cannot stay at his family’s house and not watch television.  They are very much a TV watching, TV loving family.  It’s funny, because it’s so different from what I’m used to when living on my own at school.  It’s actually a welcome break, though.  As a result, I’ve gotten the chance to immerse myself into the world of Normal People.  Always a good thing.  I’ve also gotten hooked on a few shows, the first of which being Bones.  The main actress is an alum of of my university, and I am a David Boreanaz fan (which I’m sure will shock & awe all).  After having seen an episode or two, I got hooked.  Growing up, I’d always been interested in psychology, and then, specifically, in murders and forensics.  I tend to like anything related to these three things.  I like the characters in the show.  I plan on starting back at the beginning on Hulu when I get a chance.  (I am currently working on Angel and going back & rewatching the first season of Buffy.)

The second show that I’ve gotten hooked on is kind of embarrassing.  Lisa & I had seen the commercials advertising for The Secret Life of the American Teenager.  We laughed at them, we remarked on the humour of Molly Ringwald starring in yet another teen movie (Hee!) and then we both pointed out how awful it looks.  That is, we said that right before we confessed to one another that we wanted to see it.  So, we agreed, and last Tuesday night we sat down together and watched the first episode of The Secret Life of the American Teenager.  We were hooked.  Why, I can’t tell you.  I’m chalking it up to the fact that we like bad television.  We’ll be watching the second episode tonight.  We’re hoping it keeps our attention.

And, the show that this post is really about.  Jon & Kate Plus 8.  Yes, I’m completely serious.  Lisa & I stumbled upon it one night when there was absolutely nothing worth watching on.  Then we just kept watching it.  The episode ended, and another came on.  We watched it.  We are addicted to that show.  Lisa & I have admitted our addiction.  We have discussed it, and we have come to the conclusion that we cannot explain it.  We keep wondering, and we just can’t figure it out.  The show just grabs you in its sticky jam hands’ death grip and won’t let go.

And we wouldn’t have it any other way.

Partners in Bad TV Addictions.  Also, we love Aaden. 

How to Impress Me

07 Monday Jul 2008

Posted by in Elatedness Abounds, Grammatically Speaking

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Online, at least.

Lisa: i am like the best fake emo kid ever
Lisa: slash at least that’s what i’m telling myself
Lindsay: You & Toby Maguire
Lisa: and i totally just used apostrophes just for you
Lisa: except i may not have spelled that correctly
Lindsay: I… am so incredibly proud right now.
Lisa: :-D
Lindsay: In fact, I am going to come give you a hug.  Where are you?
Lisa: ok!
Lisa: i am downstairs still
Lisa: i want to eat a pie

Mild Angst & a Broken Three

02 Wednesday Jul 2008

Posted by in Lindsay, Relationships, Steven

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It’s been a little over two weeks since Steven & I broke up.  The first week and a half after was really just a blur of emotions.  I was feeling so many different emotions, and all at once, that it was practically impossible for me to pick one out of the bunch to really focus on.  As a result, I was emotionally drained & numb.  It’s really only been in the past several days that I’ve emerged from that fog.  My mental & emotional state is still somewhat blurry, but my mind can more or less form coherent thoughts now.

Mostly, I go between feeling sad, angry and fine.  I’m still incredibly sad that it happened.  I still cry sometimes.  I miss him terribly.  I’ve spent a lot of time reflecting upon our relationship and recalling the memories we shared, both good & bad.  There were a lot of both.  The anger has definitely finally hit, though not intensely so.  I’m not so much angry at Steven as I am at his choices & his actions.  He had so much potential.  He had the capability to be really wonderful and really awful, and it seems like he frequently chose the latter towards the end of our relationship.  I feel like he not only gave up on me and our relationship, but himself as well.  A lot of disagreement between us was due in part to the way he treated me.  He thought that I was trying to change him.  That was something he never understood, and I don’t think he understands it now either.  It was never about changing him.  I loved him, and I loved who he was.  It was about changing the way he related to me.  He could still be him and just relate to me in a better way.  I’m angry, because I feel like he just made excuses to himself.  I feel like he constantly took the easy way out, because he didn’t want to put forth the effort.  I think that a lot of it ultimately comes down to him caring more about himself than he did about me, and that obviously hurts me a great deal.  He couldn’t be happy with me, because he couldn’t be happy with himself or with anything else.  He held himself back from happiness, and that was always difficult for me to stand by and watch.

Sometimes, though, I feel perfectly fine, even joyful.  I’m happy with myself and who I am, and for the most part, I’m happy with where I am in my life.  I can’t say that I’m angry with what God has done with my life.  I’m not terribly happy about everything, but it’s always been in preparation for a greater joy later.  Unto that end, I have been praying a lot for the grace of healing — with a particular stress on the intercession of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and the Immaculate Heart of Mary — so that my heart will heal quickly & healthily, and so that it will grow in its capacity to love.  I figure if I pray enough, my prayers will be answered.  Harassment Persistence works.

Is anyone else getting tired of hearing about my breakup and my post-breakup emotions?  Because this is only the second post I’ve written (although, if you count IMs and emails, it’s about the 100th thing I’ve written), and even I am starting to beg myself to move on to lighter and more interesting things, like my newfound (embarrassing) television addiction.   Then again, my impatience could be due to the fact that my immune system is currently stressed.

Also, the three key on my laptop fell off.  That makes me sad.  I tried putting it back on, but it wouldn’t go.  Now I cannot less than three people.  Not that I do that.

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