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.

The most made of awesome dream ever.

*I just woke up and I have to write this out before I forget.*

I dreamed last night that Bella/me/Margo/Alaska (all sort of morphed into one) was on a Nerdfighter scavenger hunt.   If it didn't get done before Voldemort/Aphrodite/Victoria was done with some speech he-but-usually-she  was making to an auditorium, something really bad would happen.  So I'm looking for the clue that I knew John had said I needed to find, and I do something stupid with the auditorium curtains, making them move A LOT.  Victoria notices me and Voldemort pulls out a wand to blast the curtians and make sure no one was there.  I'd managed to get bahind a wall by then, so I was fine.  The scene jumps and a largish guy is there (not fat, just larger) and he asks me what's important about October 16th.  He then holds up an odd looking copy of Paper Towns with Oct. 16th on the cover.  In my head I'm going "Paper Towns!" as usual, but then the book flips over and un the pages underneath ia a green stamp.  the stamp has a number on it and it's a clue!  However, Victoria has seen me and, disregarding the audience, somes to stop me and this guy from escaping out the window.  There are now rows of ascending chairs (like in the band room, only taller) between me and Aphrodite, and me and the guy (she to my right, he to my left).  The book is now just out of reach of reach of both me and aphrodite.  Luckily, I pull out my wand and say accio, but so does Volde-dite.  the guy then does the same and the book is flying everywhere.  The guy catches it and starts to go for the window and I follow.  I escape with the book but the guy doesn't get out.  I'm now Volde-dite and i'm saying how I'd wanted Bella/Margo to have to get over a bunch of obstacles (small stepping stairs, plant, potted cactus) to get IN the window in the first place, where she suspected I would enter the auditorium.  Little did he/she know my dream would start with me behind the curtains.

I've had this dream before (the part about the scavenger hunt) and I know that had I not been woken up, I would have gone to the bookstore database and searched the number on the bottom of the book.  It would lead me to another stamped book which would lead me to the answer, which i can't remember.

OMG I just remembered!  Another part was that chrisontv88 invited me to come with him on a campout thing with songsfromahat.  In my dream they were dating, which makes me think it was Liiv who just looked like Abby.  Anyway they had an amazingly huge tent and I thought it would be a fun sleepover yay, but then like 20 people were there and I was kind of disappointed, but still happy to be there.

Then it turns out that it was a protest or something and something goes wrong involving a large piece of indoor machinery.

Then the dream skips, and I meet John and Hank Green.  They're just kind of hanging out, and Hank leans over a small sink to... drink something I think, and I notice he's wearing a neon lemon yellow tank top that had half the bottom cut off.  He was also wearing darker colored shorts and very colorful sweat bands.  It looked like he had gone or was about to go running.  His glasses were colorful somehow too.  It was all very 80's.  John was more normal (navy shirt and jeans) and we (me and Liiv/Abby) were talking to them.  He goes to throw something away in a trash can to the left of the sink, in front of me and behind him.  I follow him to throw something away too.  It's here that I remember that I needed to talk to him about my senior project.  I do so and he say's he'd love to but he probably won't have time tonight.  I tell him no it's ok, I meant over the phone or email.  I actually never got a definitive answer because the dream then skips to him being surrounded by people in a lounge sort of area.  I try to talk to him again but can't reach him.  Then it skips to the scavenger hunt dream.

**Note to self: observe what John is wearing when you meet him.**

*edit* John was wearing something almost entirely different.  Psychic powers fail.

Because writing stuff down makes it easier to remember.

1.) Church Halloween party

2.) Nerdfighter Halloween party

3.) To school on Halloween

4.) Halloween night

5.) (maybe) Doctor Who convention (...probably not)

6.) Azkatraz

7.) As many other times as possible.

I talk about today. Will this become a daily thing?

I am once again sitting in bed, on my computer, waiting for the internets to stop giving me things to do.  This isn't helping.  Now I hear mom coming and I don't want her to catch me up this late...  I'll pretend to sleep until she comes and checks............ OK. we're good.  All I hear right now, other than my own typing, is Hannah and Mom arguing.  Not in the shouting way, but in the laughing way.  The easy way, the way in which no one (Hannah) really learns anything, and Hannah has manipulated Mom into not making her go shower.  Yes, she showers this late.  At least she showers at all...  That hasn't always been the case.

I seem to be in the habit of writing to other people when I write.  I'm never just writing for myself.  What does that say about me?  Hopefully that doesn't make me subconsciously restrict my writing...  My college counselors tell me to write my essays as though they are journals, but what they don't know is that I've never kept a proper journal or diary.  Maybe it's because I read so much that I can't write to myself.  I mean, the authors don't write to themselves when they write.

John got #5 on the NYT Bestseller list!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY JOHN!  (I've made a video to this effect which I will hopefully remember to post tomorrow.  I really want John to know who I am when I meet him on the 30th.  That would definitely be nice.  It would also make it less creepy when I ask to interview him.  Now, that in itself may not be creepy, but I have a lot of favours to ask of him on that day, and I only get about 1 minute to accomplish it all.  It is going to be one crazy day.  I wonder if Toddly00 will be there.  If he's going to any at all, it'll be the one in L.A.

I'm going to reapply for a job at B&N.  I walk up to the store today to get a magazine and I say to my mom that I wish I could get a job working just weekends.  While I'm off sticking Nerdfighter notes in John's books (Caitlin, like 3 or 4 of ours are still there.  Sadness.), mom asks about jobs.  Miraculously, they are hiring specifically for weekends!  I'll lose my Saturdays and Sundays, and possibly my Friday afternoons, but I'll have moneys.  Plus, it's spending hours with books.  I hope I'm right in saying that that's enough to keep my happy working there.  I'm also going to check the box on the application to say I want to work in the Stardollar.  This is something that I've secretly always wanted to do, and to be able to do it while INSIDE B&N... dream come true.

I talked to Alec online a little while ago.  He seems to be doing well.  It seems like he hasn't done anything that might cause me to repeat the Great Freakout of last year.  I think that If he had been behaving in a way that he knows would cause me to go into emergency mode like last year, he would have been less willing to carry on the conversation.  At first he contacted me about sending him an mp3 of a song we played last year (Any Way You Want It) but then he asked me how things were going in drumline and casual stuff like that.  I think he'll be ok. :)

This is the last thing, I swear:

I bought a new nail polish today.  Not just any old color, no.  I bought nail polish that is "so red it's almost black", like Margo's in Paper Towns!  I'm going to get some blue spray paint, spray my finger, and somehow smudge it on the bottle.  Don't think I'm kidding.

Ok, I'm done for today.  I think I might make this a daily thing, talking about important stuff that happens in my life.  However, if it starts to feel like homework, I'm not going to force myself to do it.  Also, I've decided I'm going to post my typed writing assignments here.  It'd be noce to get some feedback on my writing and if it improves throughout the year and such.  Done for realz, now that it's 11:11 (I wish mumblemumblemumble).  Good night all.

*edit*

I'm proud of how ridiculously long this is.  If you just can't read it all, go to the attention span store and get an upgrade.

Sleeeep again

I am once again sitting in bed, on my computer, waiting for the internets to stop giving me things to do.

You know what would be cool right now?

If I could just ignore Heroes and go to sleep, but there is just no chance of that happening is there?  No, there isn't.  It's been way too long since I've gotten enough sleep to prevent me from falling asleep after having been woken up in the morning.  I know why I stay up so unnecessarily late, so that makes it more easily fixed.  If only the cause could be so easily fixed...  Oh well.  Heroes is on!

New Scavenger Hunt (?)

Oh Margo Roth Spiegleman.  Margo, Margo, Margo.  why Do you enjoy Toying with us So?

There is a new pseudo scaverger Hunt in which margo Roth speigleman in very much Enjoying LIQUIFYING OUR BRAINS.  She* has Been Messing with the Omnictionary, leaving clues and threatening That those who Cross her Will feel her Wrath.  Those of us in the discussion on the Ning think that Hank and John are both WAY to busy to be orchestrating Something to Intricate and Complicated and so totally Involved.  Therefore, we believe it must Be Maureen Johnson.  (And although She hasn't been Mentioned, I think It might be the Katherine as well.)

Margo has been very active** in our search, poking and Prodding us on, being as vague and Frustrating as Humanly (fictionally) possible!  Us ningites have been conversing with her back and forth, asking her questions that we hope Will help us figure this Mess out.  As someone pointed out at one point, "I've been talking to an idea all night."

The most interesting thing (until it got old) was the fact that Margo kept posting a picture of a spray-painted blue 'M' and the significant Omnictionary pages.  If you've read the book, you'll know why it's significant.

This might just be the skeptic in me, but I think it's just some clever nerdfighter who wanted to see how much trouble they could cause.  Well, it's most certainly worked!  (The Ning discussion had over 600 posts!)  Of course there's still that fairly large part of me that hopes this little dizzy-making and VERY Margo-esque adventure turns out to yield some fabulous prize.  If not then at least it felt, for a while, like something epic was happening.  And the planning, that's the fun part. ;)

*Someone posing as margo

**Note how I don't say 'helpful'

Pretties

This is me taking a break from reading.  Over the past 2-2.5 hours, I have done nothing but read Pretties by Scott Westerfeld.  It's obviously a really good book, but as usual reading for so long has made my brain fuzzy.  It's getting a little weird now, which is what made taking this break not quite so tragic.  Allrighty then.  Back to it.

I'm going to go eat food now!

Wait, this isn't Twitter!  No matter, I'm still going to go eat food. :P

Oh, Honey Bunches of Oats, where have you been all my life?

See, this is the issue I've always had with blogging

It always feels repressively like homework.  I hate being forced to write even if I'm forcing myself.  I need the writing practice, and I'll be more inclined to write if people might see it, so we shall see how this goes!