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Thine Old Rulebook and it's Wacky Laws

2007-12-08T20:15:44Z

Holy crap, yesterday was awful.��I was still sick from Thrusday's headache, and to make things worse, one of my friends is probably going ot date one of my ex's.

I have conflicting feelings about that, but it's not my decision.

I talked to my good friend Katie about it and she was totally floored.

"She cannot do that!" Katie insisted, "It's in the Rulebook that girls are not allowed to date each other's exes.� It's in the freaking Constitution!"

Ashley turned around, "What's up, Linds?� Who am I going to beat up?"

I laughed, "No one is going to get beaten up.�� We were just examining the Rulebook.� Besides, what am I going to say, 'no don't date the poor guy I dumped to go out with another guy'?"

Katie growled, "Well, it's still wrong."

"Maybe so," I said, "but lots of people trample me to get what they want, and in the end you just gotta roll with the punches."

Ashley stared at me.� "I wouldn't that that $^&$.� That's stupid."

She's right, you know.�

No, she isn't.� You can't give up all of your friends just because they violate some stupid rule.

But you don't think this rule is stupid, do you?

Linds, you can't just 'roll with the punches'!

Why not?

Because I'm not going to have my life ruined because your too concerned with pleasing half-way friends!

She is not a half-way friend!� She just likes my ex!� You can't help who you like!

You know, you do have an unhealthy obsession with keeping all of your friends happy.

So after science class, the way I normally do, I walked to the library with thr friend I was trying to keep happy.

"So what's wrong?"� She persisted.� "I thought we were like this!"� (Crossed fingers.)

"We are, it's just I don't know if you want to know."

"Of course I want to know!"

Well, I told her.

Probably not my smartest move.

Then later, at the library, guess who we meet up with?

Yeah.

So then she tells me what she had told me earlier that day, "I kissed him on the cheek."

And then they both just looked at me.

I may be an actress, but I do not want people looking at me to gauge my reaction.

Especially when the reaction is so crucial.

Smile.

Say that's great.

Make up something.

THEY ARE STARING AT ME!

Calm down, kiddo.� I haven't hurt you before, have I?

It never hurts to be polite.

Oh yes, easy for you to say.� You don't have to stare into the faces of your friends as if they were enemies.

They are enemies.

NO THEY'RE NOT!

So now I've got that to work out,.

But it pales in comparison if I just consider going to see I Am Legend.

It'll all be ok.

I hope so anyways.

Love,

Lindsay

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P.S.� If anyone can find me a copy of The Rulebook, I would appreciate it.

Just so we're clear on one thing!

2007-12-05T04:29:52Z

It would be nice to get some feedback...Tell me what you think when you read my blog.�

Even if it just says, "Linds, you suck eggs."

Love,

Linds, who does not suck eggs.

This might sound a little strange, but Chels believes me!

2007-11-20T02:28:33Z

I guess everything will eventually come full circle.� it usually does but I was kind of hoping to avoid a few things along the way.� No such luck.� Lindsay has to face the music, as always.

Things are starting to calm down, and by things, I mean me.� iive ben talking less, and it has shown in my eye color.� (LOONG STORY.)

I've just been observing the way people act around me and things like that.� (I got the idea from a friend.)� So people have wondered what was wrong with me.

Maybe eventually they'll get used to my new-found solidarity.�

Of course, that immediately changed after school, when I was walking with Courtney.� She is just too, bubbly to avoid talking to.� Because I was in some sort of detached state from my body or something like that, I kind of felt myself making motions with my hands and chatting animatedly, but it wasn't really me.� It was like someone else instead.

Maybe you guys will understand what I'm trying to say without me actually telling you.

But anyways, I could see everything.� Like how the grass was this tan shade and how the gravel is so littered with broken glass that it sparkles.� Or like how the buses went by so that I could feel the exhaust on my face.�

But really I was deep inside my head.� Just kind of thinking, reflecting about why things happen the way they do.

Maybe I'm growing up.

Or maybe I'm just depressed.

Love,

Lindsay

My Depression Letter

2007-11-16T17:47:32Z

You know what I hate?� I hate it when I am lied to.� Because I was acting like a total idiot in front of Chris when it didn't even matter.� He didn't like me anyway, so why did he bother?

Why did I bother?

I can't stand myself.� There's too much material to work with.��I can be really quiet, really i can, but no one wants me to.

It bothers them when I am quiet.

Am I really such an idiot-tard that I have to talk as a norm?

Also, I don't get angry.� At school, I play the "victim" card, where basically I just am sad and everyone comes to "poor Lindsay's" rescue.

Or I can be a "therapist" for everyone.� Stressful but i don't know what I would do without it.

More importantly, i don't know what they would do without my help.

It's so weird.�

I'm at the center of my own universe, but I stand there alone.� Everyone is there, but no one is really.

I...am....really alone....

Kind of depressing.

-Lindsay

I'm really, really mad right now...

2007-11-09T03:54:13Z

To my ultra-dedicated readers, which means me, hear this:

i hate everything, but not everyone.

Love, Hate

Lindsay

Myspace Bulletins, love it or leave it.

2007-11-04T16:14:03Z

�� Why does everybody flock to the stupid bulletins that say things like, "Your crush will realize they love you at midnight," "You true love will kiss you tomorrw at five o'clock,"

�� or, "if you don't effin post this a naked ninja wearing a purple polka dotted apron around his neck will steal your pet beagle fluffy and skin him in your closet and then rape your mind by pulling off his thumb"

?????

�� None of those bulletins have ever worked for me! Ask Courtney! She can attest to the number of bulletins I have posted that promised me that I would forever have the love of my life in my arms by reposting a list of people who type with their elbows!

GAAH!!

! Its the dumbest thing I ever heard of! Why would anyone besides me do this? I mean, the others SURLEY have a CHANCE with the one they like! So why do they post these stupid bulletins telling me that my mom is going to get hit by a car if I don't make sure everyone knows my personal secrets?

I want to go to my room and dig into the ten pounds of candy I bought.� �And then I will pray for the stupid cows whose only accomplishments are to tell everyone how cool it is to tell others about the Grim Reaper.

Love,

Lindsay

I'm TOAD, I'm TOAD, ONE OF A KIND, EXTREMELY UNIQUE!

2007-11-04T03:01:32Z

Well, we got the first performance of 'The Mad Adventures of Mr. Toad' out of the way.� 1 down, 3 to go.� I had so much fun with this.

When I got there at 11:00, we pretty much had a dress rehearsel,� and I was very disheartened to know that I had to wear a party dress to sing 'Yesterday.'

I found one, and it is a short little number in a bright pink with silvery glitter heels that make my legs look really nice.

So then I went backstage all by myself and listened to the crowd.� It was the most glorious sound I ever heard, all these parents chattering, children laughing, and babies screaming bloody murder.

Music to my ears!

So then I go on to sing in the pre-show, and the only thing I notice is not to sing directly into my lapel mike and to do something with my amrs, for heavens' sake!�

Everyone said I looked perfect, and I knew I was pretty nice-looking because you could not pull me away from the mirror while I was in that dress.� It was great.

So then I have to run backstage and get my costume on, and get about half-make-up.

The opening number was fine, but we sped up a bit too much at first.

When the weasel number came on, they played scene-changing music.� Unfortunately, it was the same as our music-cue, so we were belting.�� Then they started our song over again, and we redid it.� Jack tried to keep going, but I told him in my beautiful British accent to shut up.

We ate pizza in the green room during our off-set times, and when we forgot one of the judges benches I had a field mouse on my lap.

In this little hall thing, Kainin and I were touching a black-light and burning our fingers and trying not to laugh out loud.� It was funny, and then he showed me how to do "the Walk"

It was totally great.

You need to come!

Love,

Weasel #1

Breaking up ain't easy, or is it?

2007-11-04T01:28:19Z

I must be crazy, or something.

What kind of person walks to the library with her ex right after they broke up?�

This kind?

So pretty much I was waiting to walk to the library with the next group, because I can't walk alone, because my mom thinks I will get raped or something.� But then I hear my name called, and although it usually isn't for me anyways, so because�I always turn around, I didn't fail to this time either.

"Lindsay," he said, "I want to break up."

Now this is where we stop and listen to whats going on in my head.� I swear I heard three different voices in my head saying things simulataneosly.

One:� AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!

Two: (Me)� Wait, what?

Three:� Aw, crap.

But outloud I smiled and said," Okay."

Then we pretty much walked to the library.

I'd write more, but I have another blog to write tonight.

Love,

Me

This is Halloween (Everybody Scream!)

2007-11-01T23:08:34Z

My Halloween was crazy.� I din't get any candy out of it, which is a lot like�a Christmas without presents if you ask me.� However, no one asked me.� They just told me to go anyways.�

i went as a Gothskimo, which means i wore all black and stole Chris's eskimo hat.� I may not give it back.� Some of these boys whom I partially recognize from adjacent groups thought�I was a "Gothic Hooker."

I know.

So we all got on the "Gus Bus," I sat with Kirstie and talked to Christi and Caleb.� They are a lot of fun to hang around with.

So we sat and ate chili dogs, and I tried not to look at anyone, because these are people I do not recognize.� Then I took off my fishnets (in the bathroom) and someone wrote on my feet.��

But no�candy.

Then we drove home, and�someone threw a rock at the Gus Bus, and I wanted to give 'em the�Freeway Salute real bad, but the whole Christian�thing wouldn't let me.

�So then I went home and peeled off my gothness and crawled into bed.

BTW, I REALLY WANT CANDY!

I am going to get some.

Love,

Lindsay

It's a real disease, (ike dis-ease, completely!)

2007-10-30T22:23:05Z

I wasn't exactly sure what to type at first, whethere I shoud start into my essays or maybe set the tone with a poem.� But you know what?� I want to tell you everything about everything, all of my secrets.� I want to be the open book everyone thinks�I am.�

I can't do that, though.

But I will tell you about one of my stranger problems.��

Me.

I have this, like, inability to get nervous.� I can get on a stage without any reservations, or anywhere else.��I will eat absolutely anything and I will talk to anyone.

Anyone, that is, that i don't get nervous around.

Does that make any sense?� It doesn't to me!� If I can talk to a complete stranger and laugh about it, why can't I say two intelligent words to my own boyfriend without other people around?

I have poems, and essays, and books of entirely intelligent words that I can insert into everyday conversation and have no trouble, except when the other person says, "What the heck does that word mean?"

"Hi?� It is a greeting."� I will say, and they will cock their head like a puppy.

But I have like this, selective dialect-like thing around him.� It doesn't make any sense.

And if you dare attribute it to a "girl-thing,"� I will come to your house and bite you.� Really hard.

So I guess that's about it.� You know my problem. I have it off my chest.� You are probably utterly disgusted with my problems, especially if you know who I am or who�I am talking about.

Love,

Lindsay

First Blog

2007-10-27T18:21:41Z

Well, I guess every great writer has to start somewhere.� And where better to start than at the beginning?��

My name is Lindsay.� I am fourteen, but my birthday is coming up soon.� I like school, but that's because�I am good at it, and I have some of the best friends ever.� Chelsea is always helping me out of jams and giving me great advice.� Kristen is a sweetie, and she and I hae become better friends this year.� Ashley is my go-to girl whom I can tell anything to, becasue she won't judge me because she has probably done something worse.� There's Courtney my friends from last year's vocal class.� She is like the only eighth-grader I really talk to, besides Teha and Princy.��Then logically, there is her brother, who I have the�great fortune of going out with.� (Despite what anyone else says.)��And i have more than them, but these are just some of the biggest of my life motivators.� If it weren't for them, I wouldn't bother with school.

I like to do drama.� I mean, it's obvious, it is my URL.�� I also like to sing.� Right now I sing with the guys in my choir.� I love it.� Choir is the best.

My susistence out of school is my�keyboard, the Yamaha DGX-205.� I will go in and play it for hours on�end.� I'm not terribly good, but it gives me a lot of comfort because I can play any instrument my friends can.��(I know that's not playing fair!)

I'll talk about everything in more depth later, but this is just a start-off, and the others will be funnier.

Love,

Lindsay�