Here, happy?

My mother.

Hot boys like Steven.

My BFF Caitlin.

:)

Layouts

When it comes to profile (blog) layouts, I always choose the darker ones.  I just think that dark colors are more inviting than bright ones.  Although, you wouldn't know from my My Yahoo! home page.  It's ORANGE and GREEN, but it's just a homepage, not a profile.

I don't do this because I'm emo or depressed as some over-analyzers might think.  I find the darker colors much more inviting and... enveloping, if you will.  It's easier on the eyes than bright colors.  A page that is really vibrant seems like an assault on the eyes, but a darker one invites you to keep looking because it isn't uncomfortable to look at.

Bright page themes seem really fake to me and dark ones seem more honest.  Like the dark ones aren't relying on flashy things to get attention.  It's confident in it's content.

I may have just outlined my views on life and people without even realizing it...

Perhaps I'm crazy.

In the shower this morning...

I decided that whenever I'm sitting in front of the computer just trying to figure out something to do, I'll try to write in this blog.  Just to see what happens.  I figure it'll be an exercise in on-demand writing and typing practice and... whatever else.  Organizing my thoughts I guess.  (Which is apparently going very well...o.0)

These blogs are probably not going to be very interesting.  For example, I'd now like to talk about how I made hot chocolate a little while ago.  I was heating the milk in a mug, but it wasn't getting hot enough.  I decided to just forget it and mix in the chocolate powder and heat it more.  Then I decided that I wanted to shake it instead of stir it.  I've done this before, so no biggie.  But I couldn't find the special cup that has the special lid that's used for shaking things up.  Soooo bollox, as they say in the UcK.  (Oooh, Lindsey swore in Brittish!)

I was originally going to have my hot chocolate out of a regular ceramic mug, but then I realized that I would be taking it to my room.  Seeing as I know myself, I wanted to pour it into a plastic travel coffee cup-mug thing instead.  You know the ones, the sippy cups for adults.  Buuuut I couldn't find one.  After much pain and anguish I found an old one in the back corner of a cupboard in the bottom corner of my kitchen.  I washed it out and attempted to pour the hot chocolate from the ceramic mug into the sippy cup.  I spilled.  Of course.  So I cleaned that up and took the rest to the sink and successfully transferred drinking implements.  YES I finally finished making myself a simple cup of hot chocolate!  Basking in my success, I take a victory sip... and burn my mouth.

Isn't irony lovely?

Yes, I tried to tweet this.

Hannah walk into my room.  She asks me what I'm doing.  I say

"YouTube"

A minute passes.  She's still standing there.

I say

"What, why do you need to know what I'm doing?"

She says

"There's nothing wrong with that"

and leaves.

0.o

WTF??

I haz a sickie!

Almost every Thanksgiving and every Christmas I get sick in some way.  When I was little, my excitement about Christmas would give me an upset stomach.  That still happens now, but it's other things that get me overly excited.  Twilight, for example. :)  After I met John Green I was sick for 3 days.  And now of course I have a major cold.  Yays.  At least now I have an excuse to stay upstairs during Thanksgiving. :)

A blog about [Bob]

There was a blog here, but it was dumb, so now it's just a blog telling you that there was a blog here, but it was dumb, so now it's just a blog telling you that there was a blog here, but it was dumb, so now it's just a blog telling you that there was a blog here, but it was dumb, so now it's just a blog telling you that there was a blog here, but it was dumb, so now it's just a blog telling you that there was a blog here, but it was dumb, so now it's just a blog telling you that there was a blog here, but it was dumb, so now it's just a blog tellin gyou (first mistake!  rawr!)  I guess that ends that then.

I finished the first 12 chapters of Midnight Sun

When it ended, I just sat staring at the screen.  I refuse to believe that Stephanie Mayer is never going to publish the rest.  If she really isn't, then I have a problem.  She is not our mother!  I feel like she's just punishing us for the actions of one, like she's trying to teach us bad kids a lesson in honesty or something!  It really is her own fault for putting her trust in the wrong person.  Now many are saying well, what if it was stolen from the person it was given to?  Then it's that person's fault for not taking better care of it!  The way I see it, if Stephanie mayer doesn't publish Midnight Sun, the consequences are only negative: we are denied what would be a pretty interesting book, and Mayer is giving up alll the money she would make off of it!  I mean, if it's published, people WILL buy the book.

Anyway the point is, I'm rereading Twilight, and this was all so I had something to do while my video renders.  Aaaand it's done!  YouTube, here I come!

Oh, and I now know why it's called Midnight Sun.  Bella is the sun in Edward's eternal midnight.  The way I put it sounds cheesy, and it might be, but I still want the book!

Why is my Blogger page up?

I know I logged on for a reason...  I just can't remember what it is.  Oh well, I'll just leave it at:

I LOVE JOHN GREEN!

and no, he hasn't contacted me yet.  I know it hasn't been long since I gave him the letter, but I remain impatient.  I actually miss him quite a lot, even though  we only spoke a few times.  (And I'm sure I annoyed him more and more each time.  He tolerated me better than anyone has ever tolerated me.)  Is it weird that I miss him so much?  Every time I remember watching him leave and letting him leave, I get all teary and emotional.  It really sucks when someone you admire so much can't remember you or find you half as worth knowing.  (<--That has to be grammatically incorrect, but I can't figure out how.)

In other news, I just put my retainer in for the first time in almost 3 weeks.  I know I deserve the pain, but oh, how it hurts.  The top one almost wouldn't stay in.  Worrisome.

Wow it's totally almost 10:30.  Off to bed for me!

(And my bed I mean go to Facebook and stall, subconsciously hoping a Certain Someone will log on...

I feel it is my responsibility

so here's some scattered thought about the Paper Towns tour.

*10 minutes later*

Ok, I really was going to blog about it, but thanks to my sister I now have decent video, SO I am going to tell whichever of you is reading this to just keep an eye on my YouTube channel where the footage will hopefully appear within a month.  Busy Lindsey iz busy.