Kindergarden Abstract

Forbidden Love

2009-08-29T09:01:00.000-07:00

There is nothing oh so alluring as something that is not to be touched.

It seams the whole world is going crazy with this idea of forbidden love. Hence why there are so many vampire novels. Ooooh! Vampires! There dark creatures of the night! Shadowy lovers! and even better, their dangerous! Everything in this world that can, could, and will harm you! And yet we run to it. I like my fair share of vampire books thank you very much and am not condemning it (why do I feel like I have to justify my opinions and actions, as if even when writing on something I know maybe a total of three people will read in its existence I have to apologize so I don't hurt their feelings) I'm merely divulging on the idea it (mostly) represents.

"Do not be yoked together with unbelievers. For what do righteousness and wickedness have in common? Or what fellowship can light have with darkness? What harmony is there between Christ and Belial? What does a believer have in common with an unbeliever? What agreement is there between the temple of God and idols?"
2 Corinthians 6:14-16

I have to be satisfied with where I am in life and this relational drought and trust that God will send someone to me... and then I will find joy and peace and contentment...
But, what if there is no one for me. What if God made me to be single. I just keep clutching to one verse like a tourniquet to my wounds.

"For I know the plans I have for you' declares the Lord, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future"
Jeremiah 29:11

Whatever God's planning, if I stay in His will, will bring me hope and a future.

FIREFLY CONTEST!

2009-03-26T15:17:00.000-07:00

We are all familiar with the one season series of Firefly? The oh so amazing show that was over far too soon.

I now present to you a creative challenge!
You are a journalist for The Alliance Daily Newspaper... congratulations! But..now what shall you report on? The controversal use of child labor in the Canton factory settlement? The newest discovery of artifacs from the Earth That Was, sponsored by Bellerophon playboy, Durran Haymer? Interview on the graduating med students from Osiris?

Deadlines coming up! Write an article for the paper and post it here!

F'ING the F'INADER!

2008-11-19T08:44:00.000-08:00

I HAVE FOUND A WAY TO F' EFFIE!!!

Dear, dear Ms. Effie is my World Civ teacher that I have spoken on briefly and Blinding Firefly has spoken on in great detail. Katie more so has the gift for gab than I do ( hence why I have so few posts ) but I have decided that these sparks of genius that I have only come around once a millenium and so I might as well share them with you.

I am a good student. Straight A's through Highschool and A's and B's in college honor's classes. I think I have grounds to state that I am mildly intelligent ( if only book smart ) and would be able to pass a multiple choice World Civ test. Well you would be right, but only by a hair! I admitt I do not study that much, I have the ability to scan over something once and retain it... so it came as a shock to my room mates and my parents when I was spending all weekend and most of the night studing for WORLD CIV tests. And still make a C!!!! *BIG F'ING SMILE!*
This, is very discomforting, for I know for a fact the answers she would count as wrong, were right. But the dear woman would never give us our tests back to prove that we are right. No, just the answer sheet.

BUT

I have found a way.

For every question on this last test that I knew was 200% right ( all except five ) I wrote down two or three words to the side about the question, therefore allowing me when I get my answer sheet back to remember what the exact question was and flip to the highlighted pages in my book and show her that my answer IS right!

HA HA!
MINE IS AN EVIL LAUGH!

The Most Amazing Mid-Life Crisis Ever

2008-10-23T10:37:00.000-07:00

So my dad is having a mid-life crisis which is AMAZING by the way. When he was a teenager, my daddy had his own band called 'Illusion' and they had long hair and wore spandex. Now that he is 45.. ish, Dad has had a stroke of genius,

LETS GET THE BAND BACK TOGETHER!!!

The old guys really aren't that bad, and it's loads of fun for me. Seeing how I don't live at the house anymore and am not woken up by band practice every Wednesday night until dawn. Ha ha ha ha, poor poor mother and little brother. No, I just come to the gigs and make the videos to post on Youtube. Speaking of which, will give you the heads-up as soon as finish it.

[ My daddy's the one in the middle playing rockstar *wipes away a tear* ]
[ I am so proud of him! ]

What I learn in World Civ...

2008-10-23T10:09:00.000-07:00

1. No matter how many times you press Re-wind you will never get to the episode that is on the video before

2. VHS tapes will break if you do nothing but fast-forward and re-wind for an hour

3. When you are hosting a professional historical documentary, do not add in your own opinion on the matter, and if you do, at least back it up.

4. When hosting /making a professional historical documentary do not repeat the exact same phrase. In fact, don't repeat yourself at all, if they want to hear your profound and intellectually rewarding statement, they can re-wind.

5. Apathy leads to a lock of art which in turn lead to the fall of the Roman Empire

6. Pompeii's major contribution was grand baths and fish sauce (also called Gaurum).

7. Apparently you do NOT have to pass comp in order to get your bachelors degree.

An Ode to the Birthday Girl!

2008-09-21T14:02:00.000-07:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAMMEH!

So one of my wifeys had her birthday today and I decided I would do a post in honor of her of some of my favorite Sammeh memories!

^Lyndsey ^ ^Sammeh^

#1 most favorite Sammeh memory : Best friends allow you to touch them inappropriately

Standing in line for the dealer room at MTAC in our cosplay suits (I was a school girl and Sammeh was Farah from POP) when all the sudden Sammeh says in the most serious expression "Hold this" and shoves her money down the pocket in my shirt on my boob and neither of us flinched or said anything. XD

#2 Sammeh memory : Being in the passanger seat of Sammeh's car for the first time, realizing how .... unique of a driver Sammeh was, flipping out for the lack of an 'oh shit' bar and leaving a handprint in the roof.

That is still there today.

#3 Sammeh memory : Playing Prince of Persia together everyday for a month and then upon completion turning to Sammeh with a smirk and saying "Prince of Persia: the ultimate one night stand. She has sex... and then becomes a virgin again."

#4 Sammeh memory : Borrowing each other's manga and leaving little witty comments in the margins.

#5 Sammeh memory : "Don't Move"

Otaku Club

2008-09-20T11:57:00.001-07:00

I'm a geek.

Pure and simple.

And I'm also the president and founder of my college's Otaku club (Japanese Culture Club [emphasis on anime and manga ^.^] ). Heh!

So far I have 10 people attending, and I haven't even put fliers up. o.o I have a feeling once I do our numbers will double. Can you say uber excited Lyndsey?

I also have three Vice Presidents and two treasurers. Which may be a little much, so I'm planning on giving them fun titles, after I fire one of my treasurers. BUT I can't do it all myself and so am leaving it up to yoo (and others on my facebook and myspace).

GIVE ME TITLES!

1. Vice President number 1 : Responsibility : Providing mwuah with the latest Jrock info and music
2. Vice President number 2 : Responsibility : Providing mwuah with the lastest J-fashion info and visual aid
3. Vice President number 3 : Responsibility : My bitch. Heh heh...

I'm Getting Sick of Slavery

2008-09-15T10:27:00.000-07:00

SLAVERY SLAVERY SLAVERY SLAVERY!!!!

That's all my American History professor talks about!! ALL!!! I realize that slavery was a huge part of early American History, BUT THERE IS SO MUCH MORE!

WHAT ABOUT THE DAMN INDIANS?!

It is on the blood of an ENTIRE race that America was built, and he has barely spoken about it!! Sure Blacks were slaves but at least they weren't MASSACRED. What of Ponce De' Leon? Salem Witch Trials? Mayflower Compact? The birth of PIRATES!!!

This is all because my professor is black.

And my whole class is black.

I demand a lawyer, I feel oppressed.

Shakespear... did I spell that right?

2008-09-03T10:06:00.000-07:00

So-o-o-o-o-o-o-o,
I think I'm going to like Taming of the Shrew alot better than origonally intended. Who would have thought a Shakespeare class would be filled with controversy? Yeah, so anybody whose ever read more than one of Shakespeare's works are laughing at me, and those of you who have just read Romeo and Juliet I guess can relate to my shock.

So we basically have your side that is all for the treatment of Kate
and we have the one person who thinks her treatment was horrid.

And then there's me who see's both sides. God do I need a backbone.

So I can understand how P-dude's treatment of Kate was necissary and worked out for the better but I also see how it was cruel and never should have happened. But the truth is, "should" very rarely does happen. We all should behave accordingly and sweetly to one another, but passions, desires, tempers, pride, and a great number of other things gets in the way.

Another fun topic we came across was the stability of one's identity. Is it really something we are inherently born with or is conditioned by society?

So it got me thinking, what would I be if I wasn't a Christian?

I know plenty of non-Chrisitians out there who say they live by a set standard of morals and some do... but... I don't think I would. I think, if everything got thrown out the window...I would very much be one who lived according to my passions. Which I'm sure would make me a more interesting person, but still...

So saying that... who am I? If that is true... then is this person I try to be just a mask?

I hide my anger, hide my dissapointments, cover my shame, repress my desires, and lock away my curiosity.

Even though I don't want to... and it's hard.

But because I don't want to, because I want to live by my own laws....
does that make me a horrible person on the inside?

Rut

2008-08-25T10:12:00.000-07:00

MMkay, so I'm in a rut.

I have this 'friend', who is in reality a very very very bad person.
And I no longer wish to see or have anything to do with this friend. But, I don't want to hurt their feelings, and so everytime they call me I always end up caving in and hanging out with them if only for an hour. But everytime I'm around this person, there's just this darkening in my soul. I feel horrible and sick for the next week...and my head hurts. >.> >.<

I've been ignoring them and hoping they will catch the hint and so far they haven't. So-o-o-o-o-o what should I do? Let me guess... talk to them! Tell them how you feel!

...

"All life is precious, so I can't say I hate you, but if I didn't have such strong beliefs I would. So please never talk to me again. Kay! Thnx! Bai!"

I don't think that is going to work.

The Hour Between Classes... (II)

2008-08-21T10:54:00.001-07:00

Welcome back kiddos. Tuesday, Thursday class doesn't start till 3:30 so looks like we will have alot more time than an hour today. However, I have been called 'the lazy OCD' so I'm prolly only going to give you an hour and then bounce off and play with my myspace poke buddy.

Random fact: I have never been in love. Shock Shock. And I also like someone... shock shock... but it's forbidden. shock shock. NO IM NOT GAY! sheesh! It's just that I'm a Christian and he's not. *braces herself and prepares for the bashing awaiting her from her non-christian viewers*
Anyway, so... yeah. I love God and do not wish to fall out of his will, but... I'm also interested in this dude. Isn't the 'do not be unequally yolked' verse talking about marriage anyway? I'm not planning on marrying him. I'm just sick of being single and would like someone to hold hands with and go on dates with. I've never had that and think it would be schweet.

Not to mention I am EXTREMELY picky, and so finding a guy I'm actually interested in is a BIG surprise. He should feel special.

But I'm not going to worry about it.
Correction, I'm going to push it to the back of my mind, live my life at a reckless pace consumed in homework and school and then whenever I see him or close my eyes at night I'll let it slowly eat away at my soul.
>.<

Bad! Bad Lyndsey! No emo Lyndsey! No!

Mer.
Colors.

The Hour Between Classes...

2008-08-20T10:31:00.000-07:00

College here I am... again.

So I found a way to pass the time between classes! Blogging!
Those looking for some deep intricate little ditty leave now, because as much described in my first blog I am a screaming chaotic mass of color.

First color Blue: It's raining. I love it like this when it's just a sprinkle. I love standing and dancing or just holding my arms out and letting it fall on me. When I am in it... I am at a wonderful happy peace, but being on the inside looking out, trapped in a required classroom or dorm room watching it cry makes me undeniably and awkwardly sad. For no reason too, weird.

Second color Red: LOVE FRIENDS! I have so many classes with so many of my friends I made last semester! It's like every time we see each other there is a [ third color ] bright yellow glow of happiness, like your are genuinely glad that you are within each other's grasp. It is the first time I have ever felt or seen this.

Fourth color BLACK: Highschool sucked. However, I don't think I am alone.

Fifth color Green: like my Shakespeare class, but will be lots of work. Lots and lots and lots and lots of work/reading. And will also force me to think deeply. rawr. How dare they. Enter self affliction [which is this spinning havoc of a mess in lead pencil].

Sixth color Pink: By the way, those buddy poke thingies on myspace. AMAZING. lurve to them muchness. I am now addicted, and hope beyond hope there was an option that let you save your past created costumes. Kawaii out the frame. [Because, of course I am taking notes during class]

Cheap Glitter and Safety Scissors

2008-08-20T10:18:00.000-07:00

Sometimes, I feel like colorful scribbles on a blank white page.
I run and I say and I feel and I think and I love in bright colors but really serve no purpose. I am not some completed finished work to hang in a gallery... I am just some wild abstracted art composed of a bored and likely ADHD kindergardener who has yet to learn how to stay in the lines.

I wish to be like such elaborate and complicated masterpieces. Those that hang on the wall and is lit ever so dimly by the gallery’s lights. Those that the viewer stares in awe over or sits for a moment in divine contemplation or even whips out a notebook and attempts to mimic the wonder.

But no.

I am here on a crowded desk surrounded by cheap glitter and safety scissors. I laugh even as I type the words, not content in my condition but accepting of it. I have also been told that ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder’ and ‘all things are beautiful’. I ask, what could possibly be beautiful about me? Interesting, maybe; fun, sure!; appealing, slightly... but beautiful?

Beautiful...