What the hell, for the following reasons:
1. My computer APPARENTLY creates accounts on foreign websites for me. By foreign I mean Skype. Ryan found an account on Skype that is lyndsay.gundesen with my e-mail attached on to it- my computer does not even have a webcam. Plainly it is functioning against my will. I hate technology that does that. Eff you, I didn't tell you to do it, so don't do it. It's just like Tia said. Robots, even friendly ones, helpful ones, or useful ones, are creepy and I don't like them.
2. Musical Theatre. Look, I'm sorry, but when you call a full cast rehearsal, if you end up realising that you don't need the full cast, release us from your grasp. People have other places they need/want to be other than sitting there waiting on their turns that won't come. I understand how difficult it is to put on a show when you can only see half the cast at once- but realize that you can't have a full cast rehearsal with half the cast, and let those who came go if they won't be used.
3. Que sera, sera. Carpe Diem. All that.
Annoying, cliche...etc etc.
4. I missed you.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Donc;
Oh!
Birthday Count: 28 - 11.
For once in your life, do the math yourself. Solve the problem without my help.
Birthday Count: 28 - 11.
For once in your life, do the math yourself. Solve the problem without my help.
Friday, April 09, 2010
Les embrasses avec plusieurs personnes
Yes, that IS what group hug is in French.
..I bet.
Yeah, so I just wanted to sort of let the world know that that group hug did happen, Allison, and it was legendary. I wish I was Neil Patrick Harris so I could've put a 'wait for it' in there- but I'm not so I'll just settle for repeating that word. Legendary.
..I bet.
Yeah, so I just wanted to sort of let the world know that that group hug did happen, Allison, and it was legendary. I wish I was Neil Patrick Harris so I could've put a 'wait for it' in there- but I'm not so I'll just settle for repeating that word. Legendary.
Thursday, April 08, 2010
Les neiges d'avril
On reconnections:
I love to reconnect. I love the word reconnect, with all its glorious consonant sounds. I love the world and all its reconnections. Why on earth does my computer say that I just spelled reconnections incorrectly? My goodness, there it goes again. Apparently I spelled it right the first time, but not the last two. Those small red squiggly lines are blatantly accusing in an insulting manner, as if they were better than I because they think I spelled a word incorrectly. Unfortunately for those small little red lines, I have an upper hand; I can turn off spell check because I have complete and utter faith in my own spelling. Because Spelling Bees ARE cool, no matter what 'they' say.* Unfortunately, what I do lack faith in is my own capacity to locate the trigger of which I can turn off spell check. So I will just have to live with my own faults, I daresay.
Ah, yes...reconnections. How full of opportunity, coincidence, and curiosity they are- like the first tulips sprouting from seemingly inhospitable soil or the taste of vanilla ice cream melting on your fingers for the first time in a year- surprise that once again the sun is close enough to force a change of state upon your ice cream.
On getting more sleep: What a glorious concept indeed- if only I decided to actually pull through with this. See, I make the conscious decision to get ready for bed by 9:15 every night so that I can not be miserable, cranky, and tired the next day. I then always find something to do because it feels as if 'late' is too far away a time to ever be plausible- and soon enough, after phone conversations, tv episodes, or blog entries, it is once again late. And soon again, early. I really must seek a way to end this cycle of unfortunate..well, cycling. And not in the bicycle way.
On math tests: I will fail them. All of them. I am much too un-mathematically inclined for my own good. My brain understands things, and then "I" get in the way** with my tomfoolery and confusing statements and over-thinking and refusal to believe in the power of a calculator in a knowing hand.
On snowstorms in the place of rainstorms: It's not right. And what is not right, is wrong. Like killing puppies or picking at cuticles.
Look, I made footnotes:
*They- now who, really, is they? It is a question much pondered throughout the ages. I need to find they, and argue with them about many points that they have made throughout history. We should probably stop listening to them, whoever they are, and burn their instruction manuals and bibles- I'm just saying.
** Now, it could be put to debate who this 'I' really is that is confusing my brain- n'est pas que this 'I' really must be my brain? Could my brain be arguing and confusing itself? Is there more than one self in a brain, or my brain, and can they argue amongst themselves about seemingly pointless but albeit needful things, i.e. polynomial equations?
I love to reconnect. I love the word reconnect, with all its glorious consonant sounds. I love the world and all its reconnections. Why on earth does my computer say that I just spelled reconnections incorrectly? My goodness, there it goes again. Apparently I spelled it right the first time, but not the last two. Those small red squiggly lines are blatantly accusing in an insulting manner, as if they were better than I because they think I spelled a word incorrectly. Unfortunately for those small little red lines, I have an upper hand; I can turn off spell check because I have complete and utter faith in my own spelling. Because Spelling Bees ARE cool, no matter what 'they' say.* Unfortunately, what I do lack faith in is my own capacity to locate the trigger of which I can turn off spell check. So I will just have to live with my own faults, I daresay.
Ah, yes...reconnections. How full of opportunity, coincidence, and curiosity they are- like the first tulips sprouting from seemingly inhospitable soil or the taste of vanilla ice cream melting on your fingers for the first time in a year- surprise that once again the sun is close enough to force a change of state upon your ice cream.
On getting more sleep: What a glorious concept indeed- if only I decided to actually pull through with this. See, I make the conscious decision to get ready for bed by 9:15 every night so that I can not be miserable, cranky, and tired the next day. I then always find something to do because it feels as if 'late' is too far away a time to ever be plausible- and soon enough, after phone conversations, tv episodes, or blog entries, it is once again late. And soon again, early. I really must seek a way to end this cycle of unfortunate..well, cycling. And not in the bicycle way.
On math tests: I will fail them. All of them. I am much too un-mathematically inclined for my own good. My brain understands things, and then "I" get in the way** with my tomfoolery and confusing statements and over-thinking and refusal to believe in the power of a calculator in a knowing hand.
On snowstorms in the place of rainstorms: It's not right. And what is not right, is wrong. Like killing puppies or picking at cuticles.
Look, I made footnotes:
*They- now who, really, is they? It is a question much pondered throughout the ages. I need to find they, and argue with them about many points that they have made throughout history. We should probably stop listening to them, whoever they are, and burn their instruction manuals and bibles- I'm just saying.
** Now, it could be put to debate who this 'I' really is that is confusing my brain- n'est pas que this 'I' really must be my brain? Could my brain be arguing and confusing itself? Is there more than one self in a brain, or my brain, and can they argue amongst themselves about seemingly pointless but albeit needful things, i.e. polynomial equations?
Friday, April 02, 2010
Un poisson qui est blanc
Is 'poisson' masculine or feminine?
Does it matter?
I am in Whitefish, Montana, currently.
I have nothing else to say.
Other than to make public my love of April and all the happiness it usually brings. Alas, because of my current situation, I find myself not as generally excited about the arrival of such a month of joyous exultation.
Birthday count: 26 days.
Does it matter?
I am in Whitefish, Montana, currently.
I have nothing else to say.
Other than to make public my love of April and all the happiness it usually brings. Alas, because of my current situation, I find myself not as generally excited about the arrival of such a month of joyous exultation.
Birthday count: 26 days.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Je ne suis jamais satisfaite.
After all that, I don't even like it. I think I would give myself 15 % , actually. For my lack of want, need, passion, sense of accomplishment, etc etc.
Just once I wish I were they and they, me- to see what it's like on that side of the meadow.
Also, being dragged across a border against my will tomorrow. There's no good reason why. And if there is, it's still a mystery to me. I intend to be a miserable stick-in-the-mud all weekend; Amen to that.
It just didn't flow.
Just once I wish I were they and they, me- to see what it's like on that side of the meadow.
Also, being dragged across a border against my will tomorrow. There's no good reason why. And if there is, it's still a mystery to me. I intend to be a miserable stick-in-the-mud all weekend; Amen to that.
It just didn't flow.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Les dramatiques d'une bohemienne
Things that can happen in a space of 5 days:
1. More than half of the world can be created/established/metastasized/what have you.
2. I could look up the real definition of metastasized.
3. A single spider may live an entire life.
4. A single waterfall may send crashing millions of liters of water over its pointed crags
5. Probably around 60 batches of cookies could be made.
6. A heart could be yearning, broken, mended, or operated upon.
7. You could fall and hit your head and never remember what happened to you or who I was and then who will be there to mend the hole in my bucket?
1. More than half of the world can be created/established/metastasized/what have you.
2. I could look up the real definition of metastasized.
3. A single spider may live an entire life.
4. A single waterfall may send crashing millions of liters of water over its pointed crags
5. Probably around 60 batches of cookies could be made.
6. A heart could be yearning, broken, mended, or operated upon.
7. You could fall and hit your head and never remember what happened to you or who I was and then who will be there to mend the hole in my bucket?
Sunday, March 28, 2010
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