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Name: Lindsay
Country: United States
State: Louisiana
Gender: Female
Interests: Mostly everything.
Expertise: Well, there is no denying I am a total math geek. Need to know [5^1/2(cos 3pi/16 + isin 3pi/16)]^4 in standard a+bi format? Probably not, but if so, I'm your girl.
Occupation: Supervisory
Industry: Medical
Message: message meEmail: email me
Member Since:
12/13/2002
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| Of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings!
Not really. Shoes and cabbages are the only things I every really encounter and I don't really care to write about them. But Lindsay! What do you want to write about?
Its is October now, 2009, as I am sure you're aware. For me, anyways, god only knows what stardate it will be when someone stumbles upon this internet gem. I'm a senior in college. I know, check that out. Mid first week, I decided that Neuroscience wasn't really doing it for me, and besides I could shave a semester off if I switched to Cell and Molec Bio. So hey, here I am. This is my last semester. Kinda. At Tulane anyways. I'm pumped.
So that Jack guy is pretty cool. Ima bump my previous statement of "may marry someday" to "will marry when we have the money". We live in a little apartment the size of a shoebox together, just us two. Its like a real house, its got dishes and a couch and lots of spices and the cabinets have things in them where they're supposed to be. Not like a normal college apartment, where you open up the pantry and there's like, a flashlight and used up notebook. We're two months shy of two years, and granted, its not a super long time, but we've been seriously in eachothers faces for these two years. Two years of monopoly on eachothers' lives, doing his laundry and dishes, driving me all over town, and probably one trillion hours of late night tv surfing. After all that, I'm still solidly nuts for him. Totally bonkers, teenage crush, madly infatuated with this man. Naturally, we have our lulls, he can be smelly and grumpy but I have faith we'll always bounce back to this ridiculous ethereal happiness.
Oh, and our wedding is going to be the shit.
Moving on to future projections: Career establishment is tricky. I've decided nursing is my preferred profession, and getting there is not going to be easy. Eventually I'll get on my feet, but its going to take longer than originally anticipated. Good news: not planning on leaving the city.
Scratch that, not planning on being where Jack isn't. Odds are that means I won't be going somewhere that isn't New Orleans. However, the option (and temptation) to skip town is decidedly abundant.
Lindsay is sleepy now. More on life in weeks, months, years? Who knows. Stay classy out there.
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oh, duh. My sister had a baby. So I'm an aunt. I'm really excited, I'm going to meet him next week. He was born on Oct. 3, 2009 5:28pmEST 21inches 7lbs 15 oz.
NOW I know how parents remember this stuff! You just do! Lots of people are having babies. I, for one, would like to get married first. Not on principle, its just seems to me to maximize celebratory potential. That, and I don't want to have the saggy belly on my wedding night.
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| Ahhh, how unoriginal. A post for the new year. It's 2009! Year I turn 21, year I get a car (?), year I finish my Junior year at Tulane. Woohoo!
I just got back to New Orleans after a two-week trip home (Maine-ward) for the holidays. As a result of my puppy-eyed begging and pleading, Jack accompanied me for the first week. We sledded, we candle-pinned and we drank hot cocoa. We ate moose and I read Harry Potter. It was a lovely time. The second week was a little harder for me, beginning from the moment I put my puppy boy on a plane to fly back home without me. I do love my family, but this week hardly met the ideal I set during my six months away; chatting in the kitchen, eating family dinners, taking my little bro out for ice cream, throwing things at my little sister...no. Instead it was a war against the elements; hats, shoes and jackets on inside, struggling to nurture a fire to life, yelling at Dylan to STOP rollerblading near the fireplace! cringing as my father carried on about the number of animals taking over the house, barely seeing my sisters at all, and mostly waiting for my mother to come home from work, exhausted.
Now, as previously mentioned, I'm back in the city. Classes will be starting in ten days, whether or not I can remove the blocks put on my registration, and regardless of whether there is room in those classes for me once said blocks are removed. Needless to say, I am slightly apprehensive going into this semester. Grade-wise, this year is looking alright. Once I'm in, its head-down fanny-up.
I've renewed my ambition as of late, switching into a more interesting and less impossible (yet still impressive sounding) major, Neuroscience, and have decided on a less intimidating and more appropriate career as a Physicians' Assistant. 26 solid months of grad school, take the boards, and off I go. I'm pumped. More on this later, maybe.
One week away from Jack, and I was all butterflies landing in New Orleans to come home to him. Some of that was the result of the precarious flying conditions, and some the pilots propensity for sharp turns on decent, but most was the excitement of seeing him again. There he was, smiling like he did after our first kiss, and then we met in the middle of the road and I saw him the same way I did the first time I fell in love with him. I was so giddy, I wanted to run off and get married, like, tomorrow...but then I thought, we should probably wait until we can afford a nice celebration with all of out friends and mom would probably be pretty mad at me.
When we are together we are more than the sum of our parts, and I hope we will be more than the sum of our parts for a very, very long time.
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| Its the beginning of July now. Oh, how time flies when you're just working to get to the end of your shift, end the week, next pay check...and suddenly its July. Jack and I just celebrated (in the loosest sense of the word) our 7 month-iversary. Things are still wonderful. We work. We play. We sleep next to each other. I feel like planting a sign post and gazing ahead to the next, in hopes that it will be what I want it to be, as this once is to the previous. However, I don't really feel like writing about it. In summary: The past month and a half: incredible. Living at Jack's house: more brief than I expected. Less obnoxious than expected. Driving his car: stressful, but accomplished. Gig at Princeton: Wonderous. I felt like Alice in Wonderland. Highlights: Selling CDs, touring with Jack and Sam, Drunk sex:). Trip to Mass: Wonderous. Made meals for Jenny, had many fun family experiences. Hypnotist Show. Time with Aunts. Visit with Grandparents. Maine:...wonderous. Family loves Jack. Candlepin bowling. Six-Mile. Helens. Quarry Sex :) Apartment: Wonderful. Barren living rooms. Slowly acquiring kitchen equipment. Grocery shopping together is domestic heaven. I'm sleeping on a futon. We have two living rooms and no TV. Its hot as hell. Life in love. I only hope that I'm not foolish enough to take this for granted. | | |
| I am just way too excited. and I've been planning on starting this entry like that for a couple days. I really am just too excited about life. I have less than a month left of this semester, which terrifies me, but still is quite exciting as it means that SUMMER VACATION is almost here. I haven't been quite as excited for summer vacation since I was younger, as of late it has meant I would be working full time as a fast-food coffee bitch, but this summer vacation is different. I am staying in New Orleans. It will be hot as balls. I will be living in an apartment (!) and working my buttocks off. (hopefully in a literal sense as well) As an aside, I am still a little terrified because I have been a tres miserable student lately. As I write this I am probably missing a quiz that I can't afford to miss, in a class I haven't attended since the beginning of this month. I'm going for a turnaround next semester, but before then I have a glorious, long, hot summer void of academics. But wait, there's more... There's no smooth transition off campus and into summer life after finals week. Not even close. First of all is a three week gap after my last final and the first day I can move into my apartment. During this time I'll be staying with Jack at the Crizzle Hizzle on the wank and working uptown. This might get a wee stressful as we try to coordinate our work schedules to accommodate my lack of transportation. Jack's proposed quasi-solution: teach me to drive his standard. In New Orleans. Assume I don't kill one or both of us in the process, this should make life a little easier. Assuming we can maintain a loving relationship through three potentially stressful weeks, we will then pack our things and hop a train to New Jersey so the New Leviathan Oriental Foxtrot Orchestra can play a gig at Princeton. From there, its onto NYC for a performance on The Today Show, a new addition to the trip that Jack "forgot" to mention to me. Quite exciting. After all of this touring biz is said and done, and the rest of the band packs up and shakes it Southwards, Jack and I continue on to Boston, where my mother will be leaving her car. [As an aside, my parents are celebrating their 25th wedding anniversary at the same time as this trip. They will be traveling Southwards from Maine in a new Mazda Miada as we head upwards to New Jersey. ] Having arrived in Boston, and having not seen my family in a few months, I will be obligated to see all of my living grandparents as well as a handful of aunts. This is a minor milestone, as I have never introduced them to a boyfriend and I'm not quite sure how to approach them without my mother there to make conversation. I guess we'll see. Then, if weather permits, perhaps a night or two of camping. Partially for the joy of it, and partially to make the long drive to Washington County slightly more bearable. Then, after so much anticipation, arrival in Machiasport, ME, to see the Atlantic Ocean and...meet the parents. Not his, I've been living with his, but for him to meet mine. Of course then I get to show him where I grew up and went to school and what kind of life I have been trying to explain to him this whole time. So exciting. Then BAM. A week of traveling, a week of chilling in Maine and we fly back to NOLA. I finally (!) get to move into my apartment...OH. I left that part out. Fate/Luck has lead me to find a room for rent, off campus, for the summer and all of next year, $400 plus utilities and some housemates that seem way chill. I'll have my own room (!) and a kitchen (!) and a renewed sense of independence. I am a fuzzy mess of daydreams about plates and sofas, rugs, curtains and light fixtures, blankets, bookshelves and any number of things I probably can't afford to make this place feel like home. Mostly, I dream about the good food I will cook in our kitchen, and how excited I am to do dishes in a real kitchen sink again. Then I wrinkle my forehead thinking about my bicycle being my form of transportation. Unless Jack and I start sharing his car regularly, which is definitely a large step to take in a relationship. I pray to whoever is listening that I dent, crash or otherwise damage his car when I am driving it. Let me please skip that test of relationship strength, we have enough stressors in our path. If we can handle the first month and a half of this summer, we might as well buy the rings. ------------------------------------------- Survival Checklist: 1. Finals
2. Move Out
3. 3 week lag period
3a. Learn to drive standard
3b. Drive in New Orleans
4. Trip to New Jersey
5. Trip to New York
6. Trip to Boston, meet relatives
7. Trip to Maine
8. Move into apartment
9. Work, live, love, prosper!
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| So. It's been a while. Let's see where Lindsay is at in her life at the moment... She's still seeing that boy, Jack [doesn't have a last name anymore 10.7.09]. Things are looking pretty good. Starting to feel through some relationship phases she's never experienced before. Thinking, and getting more convinced every day that she might not go through "relationship phases" with anyone else, in a romantic sense. That being said, she thinks she may marry Jack Craft some day. Its been four months since their first date. She's waiting at the moment for her to come pick her up so they can sleep in his bed, where she spends most nights. Most nights she falls asleep wondering if she'll be sleeping to his left for the rest of her life. Most nights she hopes so. Some times they talk about it. She just started taking birth control pills. Although she spends most of her time day dreaming about the possibility and process of having Jack's curly-haired babies, Lindsay thinks that it is perhaps a little early to initiate said daydreams. She hopes to survive her undergrad years, get into a decent medical school, survive medical school and spend her life diagnosing and alleviating the flu, allergies and an occasional case of strep throat. She takes her birth control at night, with the hope that it will have less of a psychological effect on her day. However, she does feel some side effects from those compressed tablets which she has christened "pissed-off-in-a-pill". She's decided once and for all to whip her ass back into (the correct) shape, and she'll be damned if some horomones and water weight will stand in her way. She furrows her brow at the clock about to strike 10pm, and shakes her head at the former paragraphs she wrote about herself in the third person. She thinks perhaps this entry should be marked "private", at least for a while. | | |
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