Never ceasing to be amazed.
What's cookin' good lookin'?
It's the smashing potatoes I prepared for the Potter's House Pot Luck Feast (and no, that was not a pun, I sliced these puppies).
posted by Lindsay K. at 8:15 PM
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Saturday, April 30, 2005
It's the smashing potatoes I prepared for the Potter's House Pot Luck Feast (and no, that was not a pun, I sliced these puppies).
Groovy Gals
The girles E, M, and Z get kickin' during the songs "Cotton Eye Joe" with their new moves Z taught them. The house was just bubbling with excitement!
posted by Lindsay K. at 8:01 PM
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What’s Shakin’ Sweet Bacon?
Even though I posted on Wednesday, all sorts of things have occurred between Wednesday and Saturday night. I’ll just give the traditional run down so you can get the jist of the few past days so you can enter into more than one day in the life of Lindsay K. but three! What a deal! Who needs Wal-Mart?
Thursday’s main event occurred later on in the day. It was the welcoming and the farewell for Highland Ambassadors. Since I promised I would explain what it is, I guess I better hold true to my word and gibber about it for a second.
Highland Ambassadors is a service organization on campus that assists the university in events as well as the community. You can find one of these red-blazer ambassadors at various campus events like orientation, move-in day, candle lighting service, homecoming, and commencement along with other various activities throughout the year. The organization was created about eight years ago by our current president Frank G. Pogue. In order to become a Highland Ambassador, you must maintain a 2.5 QPA and serve a minimum of 20 service hours, maximum of 40 per semester and a minimum of 60 per year. To find out more, follow the link Highland Ambassadors.
Over stressing whether I would be properly dressed for the occasion or not and asking about 5 or 6 people in the time span of an hour, I finally headed over to the Alumni house with my friend from the PH who is also an Ambassador. This house proved to me that my money is going towards something on this campus. Even though it was built years ago, it still is permeated with that unique “new house” smell every time you enter.
Once the majority arrived the buffet table was open for pickings. I was delighted to have a smore that they were serving with a little flame that you could burn your own marshmallow and smack it with the Hershey’s chocolate and graham cracker. I really have never eaten many smores in my day, so I’m making up for lost time. I should have had two…and then my heart would have 1 less heart beat. Decisions, decisions.
I wish they would have set up a camera for the table. Since the seating was off to the side, I had prime seating to watch people do the craziest things when trying to properly place an assorted amount of food on the cheap black saucers that were provided. Food was falling from dishes, trays, and hitting the floor. People were shuffling all over each other to grab something in the crammed circle of goodies. It reminded me of the embarrassing incident with my father and the prongs. We were at a presentation day for Edinboro when I was still searching for a school to attend, sometime in March a year ago, for a breakfast welcome broo- ha ha. Of course, like any savvy university, they provided a complete smorgasbord of treats and pastries on the side table as people entered before the event started. And of course, my father makes his way over to the table to pick up a coffee and doughnut. One way or another his dexterity failed him and the prongs he was using to pick up food with fell on the floor. Looking around to see if anyone was watching, he just picked them up, brushed it off, and placed them back nonchalantly. He even considered kicked them under the table, but decided to be civil while being out in public. But the breakfast must have impressed him; he told his co-workers that the college with the best breakfast was the one he was sending me to. I can’t see myself going to the other school we were looking at A.K.A the black hole. There isn’t all that much in California compared to Edinboro.
The rest of the meeting was nice. They had around 20 people leaving the group and 27 new inductees. I didn’t know I was going to meet the president, I thought it was all for the people graduating and receiving their plaid stoles for graduations day. I received 2 pins, one saying “Edinboro Family” and the other “Highland Ambassadors”. Small, but cute. I’ll be sure to wear the Edinboro family pin on my Shop N’ Save smock for work. Pogue told us it’s $100.00 fine if he finds us without it on. I can’t afford that kind of punishment ;)
Friday night’s excitement was a dinner at the PH (the Potter’s House). For those of you who don’t know what I mean when I say the PH, I’ll just give you a rundown. It’s an awesome house where seven people live together and reach out to the community through Christian fellowship. I’ve gotten a chance to meet all the girls of the house and love spending time there with the girls to hang out, not to mention the occasional laundry day. It’s nothing like a frat house, but it sure must have looked like it Friday night! It’s a big house, with 2 kitchens, 2 living rooms, 7 bedrooms, 1 dining room, 1 office, and a partridge in a pear tree, but it was crammed Friday night from people all over campus. It was the end-of-the-year bash where 40 people showed up for a pot luck and music by a fellow that used to work at Disney World playing the piano and dressing up as characters. I prepared the ever-popular scalloped potatoes for the dinner. Shockingly, after an hour and a half of the celery, cheese, butter, onions, spices and potatoes being in the oven, they were finally done and the first food to be topped off and finished down to the bare bottom of the tray. Needless to say, I was tickled pink. And it was a 5lb bag!
We all had a great time. It’s surreal to think I’ve been in college a whole year. Sometimes I just randomly think “Wow, I’m in college”. It’s hard to believe, because I am always a kid at heart. But looking back, I wouldn’t have the year any other way. I’ve learned so much and made some great friends, especially second semester. God has truly blessed me. I’m already thinking of next year, the way I’ll have my room, the decorations, the books I’ll have to buy, and the goals I would like to achieve. (And it turns out that my books will cost under $100.00 by far, which always puts a smile on any college student’s face, no matter what kind of day you’re having.)
Summer time will be interesting, to say the least. A week after hauling all of my endless junk home from my little dorm room, I’ll be off for four days at a conference for bible study leadership in Ligonier with my friend from home Cody , who now attends Penn State for computer science.
Enjoy the rest of the weekend. Peathe out!
Thursday’s main event occurred later on in the day. It was the welcoming and the farewell for Highland Ambassadors. Since I promised I would explain what it is, I guess I better hold true to my word and gibber about it for a second.
Highland Ambassadors is a service organization on campus that assists the university in events as well as the community. You can find one of these red-blazer ambassadors at various campus events like orientation, move-in day, candle lighting service, homecoming, and commencement along with other various activities throughout the year. The organization was created about eight years ago by our current president Frank G. Pogue. In order to become a Highland Ambassador, you must maintain a 2.5 QPA and serve a minimum of 20 service hours, maximum of 40 per semester and a minimum of 60 per year. To find out more, follow the link Highland Ambassadors.
Over stressing whether I would be properly dressed for the occasion or not and asking about 5 or 6 people in the time span of an hour, I finally headed over to the Alumni house with my friend from the PH who is also an Ambassador. This house proved to me that my money is going towards something on this campus. Even though it was built years ago, it still is permeated with that unique “new house” smell every time you enter.
Once the majority arrived the buffet table was open for pickings. I was delighted to have a smore that they were serving with a little flame that you could burn your own marshmallow and smack it with the Hershey’s chocolate and graham cracker. I really have never eaten many smores in my day, so I’m making up for lost time. I should have had two…and then my heart would have 1 less heart beat. Decisions, decisions.
I wish they would have set up a camera for the table. Since the seating was off to the side, I had prime seating to watch people do the craziest things when trying to properly place an assorted amount of food on the cheap black saucers that were provided. Food was falling from dishes, trays, and hitting the floor. People were shuffling all over each other to grab something in the crammed circle of goodies. It reminded me of the embarrassing incident with my father and the prongs. We were at a presentation day for Edinboro when I was still searching for a school to attend, sometime in March a year ago, for a breakfast welcome broo- ha ha. Of course, like any savvy university, they provided a complete smorgasbord of treats and pastries on the side table as people entered before the event started. And of course, my father makes his way over to the table to pick up a coffee and doughnut. One way or another his dexterity failed him and the prongs he was using to pick up food with fell on the floor. Looking around to see if anyone was watching, he just picked them up, brushed it off, and placed them back nonchalantly. He even considered kicked them under the table, but decided to be civil while being out in public. But the breakfast must have impressed him; he told his co-workers that the college with the best breakfast was the one he was sending me to. I can’t see myself going to the other school we were looking at A.K.A the black hole. There isn’t all that much in California compared to Edinboro.
The rest of the meeting was nice. They had around 20 people leaving the group and 27 new inductees. I didn’t know I was going to meet the president, I thought it was all for the people graduating and receiving their plaid stoles for graduations day. I received 2 pins, one saying “Edinboro Family” and the other “Highland Ambassadors”. Small, but cute. I’ll be sure to wear the Edinboro family pin on my Shop N’ Save smock for work. Pogue told us it’s $100.00 fine if he finds us without it on. I can’t afford that kind of punishment ;)
Friday night’s excitement was a dinner at the PH (the Potter’s House). For those of you who don’t know what I mean when I say the PH, I’ll just give you a rundown. It’s an awesome house where seven people live together and reach out to the community through Christian fellowship. I’ve gotten a chance to meet all the girls of the house and love spending time there with the girls to hang out, not to mention the occasional laundry day. It’s nothing like a frat house, but it sure must have looked like it Friday night! It’s a big house, with 2 kitchens, 2 living rooms, 7 bedrooms, 1 dining room, 1 office, and a partridge in a pear tree, but it was crammed Friday night from people all over campus. It was the end-of-the-year bash where 40 people showed up for a pot luck and music by a fellow that used to work at Disney World playing the piano and dressing up as characters. I prepared the ever-popular scalloped potatoes for the dinner. Shockingly, after an hour and a half of the celery, cheese, butter, onions, spices and potatoes being in the oven, they were finally done and the first food to be topped off and finished down to the bare bottom of the tray. Needless to say, I was tickled pink. And it was a 5lb bag!
We all had a great time. It’s surreal to think I’ve been in college a whole year. Sometimes I just randomly think “Wow, I’m in college”. It’s hard to believe, because I am always a kid at heart. But looking back, I wouldn’t have the year any other way. I’ve learned so much and made some great friends, especially second semester. God has truly blessed me. I’m already thinking of next year, the way I’ll have my room, the decorations, the books I’ll have to buy, and the goals I would like to achieve. (And it turns out that my books will cost under $100.00 by far, which always puts a smile on any college student’s face, no matter what kind of day you’re having.)
Summer time will be interesting, to say the least. A week after hauling all of my endless junk home from my little dorm room, I’ll be off for four days at a conference for bible study leadership in Ligonier with my friend from home Cody , who now attends Penn State for computer science.
Enjoy the rest of the weekend. Peathe out!
posted by Lindsay K. at 7:09 PM
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Friday, April 29, 2005
4th Floor Ambassadors!
Here's the girls from my floor that were accepted to become Highland Ambassadors gathering for a quick pic. It was amazing that all 6 of us were accepted! In the center kneeling down is our R.A. ,who is a Senior H.A.
posted by Lindsay K. at 8:02 PM
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Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Don't Leave Me!
No Roomie, no! I can't go all summer without you! Here's my attempt to get into Roomie's huge hiking suitcase that she hauls all her stuff in weekend to weekend. I commented on the suitcase being big enough to fit a person it. Needless to say, I stuck to my word by trying it out. There is a picture below of another angle of the fabulous view. Unfortunatly, I didn't quite fit. Time to lay off animal crackers or go back several years and stop my normal growth or become a contortionist.
posted by Lindsay K. at 7:46 PM
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My Little Red Dress
I saw this little pin at Wally World and decided to support women's heart disease awareness and to support Sharon in any way or form with her heart condition (because I love her!) Did you know many women die from heart disease because the symptoms of a heart attack for a woman are much different than a man's? I plan to wear this little red dress everyday at Shop N' Save on my old smock-a-roo. Who said work couldn't be fashionable?
posted by Lindsay K. at 7:04 PM
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The End Is Near
No, this isn’t a post about the apocalypse or any kind of dark and mysterious fortune telling that you see in the grocery time on tabloids; it’s about the wrapping up of my spring semester here at Edinboro and the hustle and bustle involved.
Today is a “Reading Day”, some instituted day to do work and sleep in well past the morning portion of the day. It’s EUP’s way of saying “Sorry we made you get up early in the morning when it was -10 degrees outside, here’s a day off, enjoy, come again”. I don’t mind the break in schedule, it gives me time to finish up one of the many study guides I am working on for finals that are right around the bend. Reading Days also give me a change to think random thought without guilt. I tend to daydream about the list for the next time I go to Wal-Mart rather than the project that is due on Monday. It’s an odd system, maybe I should have majored in psychology. But then I’d daydream through that one too…
Last night was the final night of the Gathering. For those of you who are new to the blog or have been reading the blog and have no ooper idea what the heck I am talking about, the Gathering isn’t a cult for one, it’s an awesome time to hang out with friends and to hear the young adult ministry leader speak and have worship music. It’s a great time and has really kept me going here in Edinboro. Over time Tuesday nights became extra special because I knew I was busting out of the old dormitory regiment and out into society. It’s a great feeling when that happens, it really is.
After the last Gathering, which was filled with worship, lots of food, a short message, and the awesome yet insane movie Napoleon Dynamite, I was pooped and ready to hit the hay. Previously yesterday I ran for 33 minutes through Edinboro, and all time record for my running times in college. My old 5K time from 2 years ago was something like that, so it was over 3.1 miles for sure. The side stitches just weren’t happening yesterday and the energy was keeping me going. My main problem with running is that I need to get my butt out there first. It’s the beginning “heeve hoo” I need to get into gear.
Anyway, (that was a tangent), after the night of excitement, I was off to bed but not before 1AM. I caught news from an unknown source that a fire drill would take place between 12AM-1AM Wednesday morning. Of course, it was raining but due to the informant telling me of the drill, I have my shoes and umbrella ready to go.
This room is very empty. As I look around the colorless square box I live in, I see that all the warmth has been sucked out of it. The only items remaining are large appliances like the fridge and our computers. In a way I’ll be glad to see the school work come to an end, but in the same way, I will hate to see my friends and life here leave. The Gathering, friends, the bowling gang, it will be 4 months without them. This I will truly miss as I head on to I79 for the last time for roughly 3 months. Who knows what the summer has in store for me. Sure, I’ve made a list of things I would like to do, like lead the bible study back home on Thursday nights, go riding with Dad on the Harley, Visit Sharon and other friends, but I will never know what is going to happen. It’s what spices up life- the unexpected variable. I’m not one for math, so applaud that use of terminology right there.
I’m off to finish some more work and to try to motivate myself outside after that successful day of running. The lazy inner-me is saying “You ran all that yesterday?! You should take the day off” whereas the ambitious and health-oriented-me is saying “I can still see the flubber on your right butt cheek. Consistency for the 5K, train for a fast time, get stronger, do it.” Hmm….I wonder which will win…have a great day, I’m off to try to settle the argument with my inner self! Haha.
Today is a “Reading Day”, some instituted day to do work and sleep in well past the morning portion of the day. It’s EUP’s way of saying “Sorry we made you get up early in the morning when it was -10 degrees outside, here’s a day off, enjoy, come again”. I don’t mind the break in schedule, it gives me time to finish up one of the many study guides I am working on for finals that are right around the bend. Reading Days also give me a change to think random thought without guilt. I tend to daydream about the list for the next time I go to Wal-Mart rather than the project that is due on Monday. It’s an odd system, maybe I should have majored in psychology. But then I’d daydream through that one too…
Last night was the final night of the Gathering. For those of you who are new to the blog or have been reading the blog and have no ooper idea what the heck I am talking about, the Gathering isn’t a cult for one, it’s an awesome time to hang out with friends and to hear the young adult ministry leader speak and have worship music. It’s a great time and has really kept me going here in Edinboro. Over time Tuesday nights became extra special because I knew I was busting out of the old dormitory regiment and out into society. It’s a great feeling when that happens, it really is.
After the last Gathering, which was filled with worship, lots of food, a short message, and the awesome yet insane movie Napoleon Dynamite, I was pooped and ready to hit the hay. Previously yesterday I ran for 33 minutes through Edinboro, and all time record for my running times in college. My old 5K time from 2 years ago was something like that, so it was over 3.1 miles for sure. The side stitches just weren’t happening yesterday and the energy was keeping me going. My main problem with running is that I need to get my butt out there first. It’s the beginning “heeve hoo” I need to get into gear.
Anyway, (that was a tangent), after the night of excitement, I was off to bed but not before 1AM. I caught news from an unknown source that a fire drill would take place between 12AM-1AM Wednesday morning. Of course, it was raining but due to the informant telling me of the drill, I have my shoes and umbrella ready to go.
This room is very empty. As I look around the colorless square box I live in, I see that all the warmth has been sucked out of it. The only items remaining are large appliances like the fridge and our computers. In a way I’ll be glad to see the school work come to an end, but in the same way, I will hate to see my friends and life here leave. The Gathering, friends, the bowling gang, it will be 4 months without them. This I will truly miss as I head on to I79 for the last time for roughly 3 months. Who knows what the summer has in store for me. Sure, I’ve made a list of things I would like to do, like lead the bible study back home on Thursday nights, go riding with Dad on the Harley, Visit Sharon and other friends, but I will never know what is going to happen. It’s what spices up life- the unexpected variable. I’m not one for math, so applaud that use of terminology right there.
I’m off to finish some more work and to try to motivate myself outside after that successful day of running. The lazy inner-me is saying “You ran all that yesterday?! You should take the day off” whereas the ambitious and health-oriented-me is saying “I can still see the flubber on your right butt cheek. Consistency for the 5K, train for a fast time, get stronger, do it.” Hmm….I wonder which will win…have a great day, I’m off to try to settle the argument with my inner self! Haha.
posted by Lindsay K. at 10:55 AM
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Land of the Freezing Scots
Yes, this picture was taken April 25th! Snow in Edinboro, no surprise there! Old man winter just doesn't want to give up! You almost have to admire the determination...hmm.
posted by Lindsay K. at 10:35 AM
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Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Plaid Is In
It's offical! I'm an Edinboro Highland Ambassador! Hoo roo! Sure, this didn't show off my skills for photoshop, but it was cheezy! I'll fill you in on the new title later.
posted by Lindsay K. at 10:25 AM
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Pig On Paper
Squeal for joy! Look at that artisitry! Haha, I never draw pigs, so I consider this a great success.
posted by Lindsay K. at 10:17 AM
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Oink
I took the pig drawing test and I think I half failed and half passed. Some of the things they told me aren't really true, lol, and some are. Oh well. It was fun!
Toward the bottom, you are pessimistic, and have a tendency to behave negatively.
Facing front, you are direct, enjoy playing devil's advocate and neither fear nor avoid discussions.
With few details, you are emotional and naive, they care little for details and are a risk-taker.
With 4 legs showing, they are secure, stubborn, and stick to their ideals.
The size of the ears indicates how good a listener you are.The bigger the better. You drew large ears, you are a great listener!
The length of the tail indicates the quality of your sex life.And again more is better! You drew medium sized tail
Toward the bottom, you are pessimistic, and have a tendency to behave negatively.
Facing front, you are direct, enjoy playing devil's advocate and neither fear nor avoid discussions.
With few details, you are emotional and naive, they care little for details and are a risk-taker.
With 4 legs showing, they are secure, stubborn, and stick to their ideals.
The size of the ears indicates how good a listener you are.The bigger the better. You drew large ears, you are a great listener!
The length of the tail indicates the quality of your sex life.And again more is better! You drew medium sized tail
posted by Lindsay K. at 10:09 AM
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Thursday, April 21, 2005
A Day Away From Normality
A day at Erie beach this past Tuesday with the gang. It was beautiful, I can't wait until we go back next weekend. :)
posted by Lindsay K. at 8:51 PM
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Let's Go Home
I’m literally pooped after an evening of tearing down and packing away. Ma comes tomorrow to help haul the load of crap I have here in Edinboro. Yet as I pack it all away in rush and trying to be as efficient as I can be, I can’t help but think about the past year.
The room feels empty and cold without the warm embrace of pictures and posters covering the crevices of the concrete walls. The extra clothes have been shoved in the draw string bag, the lamps unplugged, and the stars picked off the ceiling one by one. My freshman year is coming to a close. A place I wanted nothing to do with in the beginning of the year has become a cozy safe haven by the end. I have met friends and learned numerous lessons, lessons I wouldn’t have learned anywhere else. I’ve met others who share my love for God, and my faith has grown from a broken seed to a plant growing looking to the sun.
As I walked back from the Thursdays night bible study at the Potter’s House, Meagan and I chatted like sisters, like we do every week. Yet this week I knew that soon we would no long be walking together and her fellowship would be missing for four months. I wanted the journey back to Rose Hall to grow by another ten minutes. To make up for the lack of road to travel, we continued to talk as I visited her room. I have made numerous friends here; some close and some just acquaintances that hopefully become closer friends. The boys from RamRod are my brothers, young men that I play with on the beach and pull pranks on with. Roomie is the master of sleep. Soon I’ll be without her presence when I wake up every morning. I won’t be able to look over in bed and see her cocooned in her down blanket. Instead Ally the cat will be walking on my face!
In a way I guess it is true to say that people change when they go away to school- but I feel I have changed for the better. I didn’t go out and party, I grew in Christ. I didn’t enclose myself from people; I made some great new friends. It’s been a good year, and the summer looks great ahead of me. Is it wrong for me to be so optimistic about the summer after my freshman year of college? I have already made a list of goals and plans I want to achieve this summer because I have a new found appreciation for all of them. Parades, fishing, Harley rides, shopping, swimming, it’s all new found fun. This life is amazing, yet mysterious. God is truly wondrous.
Today was Wuvor and I’s 1 Year and 6 Month Anniversary. It’s hard to imagine we’ve been together that long. I’ve learned so much about relationships that I feel like I could write a book, but I’m far from turning into Texan Dr. Phil. Yet I’ve grown so much since I’ve been at school when it comes to my relationship with Wuvor as well. Some people don’t approve of him anymore, and it pains me to see that because two worlds I love are in conflict, a world of warm and happy memories at home and a world with Wuvor and those memories. I’m stating for the fact that I don’t know where our relationship will be in another 6 months, I’m not God (well, duh!). My outlook on the relationship is healthier, I’ve gained a lot of understanding about Wuvor and I, but I still yearn for some kind of peace between my worlds.
I don’t know what the summer will have in store. I don’t have the roadmap, God does. But I know that this summer will be another grand adventure in life. Sure, I know not all times are peachy keen, sunny and 65, and I’m not trying to be naïve about the troubles that will come down the pike, but I know I have a hope in God and His love that is everlasting for all of us. No matter what, there is love.
My oatmeal is finished; it was a good bedtime snack - now its due time for a bedtime nap. So let’s go home to dream and wake up to a beautiful tomorrow. Good night.
The room feels empty and cold without the warm embrace of pictures and posters covering the crevices of the concrete walls. The extra clothes have been shoved in the draw string bag, the lamps unplugged, and the stars picked off the ceiling one by one. My freshman year is coming to a close. A place I wanted nothing to do with in the beginning of the year has become a cozy safe haven by the end. I have met friends and learned numerous lessons, lessons I wouldn’t have learned anywhere else. I’ve met others who share my love for God, and my faith has grown from a broken seed to a plant growing looking to the sun.
As I walked back from the Thursdays night bible study at the Potter’s House, Meagan and I chatted like sisters, like we do every week. Yet this week I knew that soon we would no long be walking together and her fellowship would be missing for four months. I wanted the journey back to Rose Hall to grow by another ten minutes. To make up for the lack of road to travel, we continued to talk as I visited her room. I have made numerous friends here; some close and some just acquaintances that hopefully become closer friends. The boys from RamRod are my brothers, young men that I play with on the beach and pull pranks on with. Roomie is the master of sleep. Soon I’ll be without her presence when I wake up every morning. I won’t be able to look over in bed and see her cocooned in her down blanket. Instead Ally the cat will be walking on my face!
In a way I guess it is true to say that people change when they go away to school- but I feel I have changed for the better. I didn’t go out and party, I grew in Christ. I didn’t enclose myself from people; I made some great new friends. It’s been a good year, and the summer looks great ahead of me. Is it wrong for me to be so optimistic about the summer after my freshman year of college? I have already made a list of goals and plans I want to achieve this summer because I have a new found appreciation for all of them. Parades, fishing, Harley rides, shopping, swimming, it’s all new found fun. This life is amazing, yet mysterious. God is truly wondrous.
Today was Wuvor and I’s 1 Year and 6 Month Anniversary. It’s hard to imagine we’ve been together that long. I’ve learned so much about relationships that I feel like I could write a book, but I’m far from turning into Texan Dr. Phil. Yet I’ve grown so much since I’ve been at school when it comes to my relationship with Wuvor as well. Some people don’t approve of him anymore, and it pains me to see that because two worlds I love are in conflict, a world of warm and happy memories at home and a world with Wuvor and those memories. I’m stating for the fact that I don’t know where our relationship will be in another 6 months, I’m not God (well, duh!). My outlook on the relationship is healthier, I’ve gained a lot of understanding about Wuvor and I, but I still yearn for some kind of peace between my worlds.
I don’t know what the summer will have in store. I don’t have the roadmap, God does. But I know that this summer will be another grand adventure in life. Sure, I know not all times are peachy keen, sunny and 65, and I’m not trying to be naïve about the troubles that will come down the pike, but I know I have a hope in God and His love that is everlasting for all of us. No matter what, there is love.
My oatmeal is finished; it was a good bedtime snack - now its due time for a bedtime nap. So let’s go home to dream and wake up to a beautiful tomorrow. Good night.
posted by Lindsay K. at 8:05 PM
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The Chair Stands Alone
All beach photography courtesy of my talented roomie. She saw this chair and fell in love with it. Needless to say, there are a lot of photos of this little sandy chair.
posted by Lindsay K. at 8:01 PM
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Wednesday, April 20, 2005
The Rain Has Come
After many beautiful days of sun and warmth in Edinboro, the rain is one the way. On my way to class the sprinkles fell restlessly from the sky onto my head. I always love the smell of rain, espcially today because, I already feel the end of the year coming,
I've been procrastinating quite a lot. I have an english paper to finish up, two studyguides to work on, a book to read 3 chapters in, a project in my graphics class to start doing something on, and many other misc. tasks at hand to work on. In addition to that, there is an application I need to fill out, a letter to wait for from Highland Ambassadors, and the challenge of packing up my stuff for this weekend.
Since I'm going home this weekend, that but an end to my April 30th 5K. I'n not in the shape I want to be for it, espcially since the blisters have kept me out of the running for 4 days now. (Did I make a pun? Or just a play on words?) Going home this weekend will, in essence, save me $22.00. The 5K and the concert I was planning to go to April 30th would have cost me that much and the last weekend here at EUP is filled with all kinds of things I don't want to miss, like another trip to the beach and a dinner party at the PH.
On a happy note, my friend H and I are going to the art club field trip for West Shamokin. Our old art teacher, who I keep in contact with because she too attended EUP, invited us to go and we jumped on the oppritunity. We will be going to places H and I have been before from other previous high school art field trips, but a second visit doesn't hurt. Besides, we are going to FALLINGWATER. Gasp, I just might pass out.
Hopefully I will get out of this procrastination groove and get working. Sounds good. I'm out!
PS- Anyone know a good program to post pictures? I have exceeded my limit for webshots...uh oh!
I've been procrastinating quite a lot. I have an english paper to finish up, two studyguides to work on, a book to read 3 chapters in, a project in my graphics class to start doing something on, and many other misc. tasks at hand to work on. In addition to that, there is an application I need to fill out, a letter to wait for from Highland Ambassadors, and the challenge of packing up my stuff for this weekend.
Since I'm going home this weekend, that but an end to my April 30th 5K. I'n not in the shape I want to be for it, espcially since the blisters have kept me out of the running for 4 days now. (Did I make a pun? Or just a play on words?) Going home this weekend will, in essence, save me $22.00. The 5K and the concert I was planning to go to April 30th would have cost me that much and the last weekend here at EUP is filled with all kinds of things I don't want to miss, like another trip to the beach and a dinner party at the PH.
On a happy note, my friend H and I are going to the art club field trip for West Shamokin. Our old art teacher, who I keep in contact with because she too attended EUP, invited us to go and we jumped on the oppritunity. We will be going to places H and I have been before from other previous high school art field trips, but a second visit doesn't hurt. Besides, we are going to FALLINGWATER. Gasp, I just might pass out.
Hopefully I will get out of this procrastination groove and get working. Sounds good. I'm out!
PS- Anyone know a good program to post pictures? I have exceeded my limit for webshots...uh oh!
posted by Lindsay K. at 8:55 AM
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Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Bloomage!
We have bloomage! Yes captian, success! This is the first bloom of the plant we resuced from the trash at the beginning of the year. I'm proud like a mother watching her kid on stage singing a solo. My baby plant, all grown up and bursting with color!
posted by Lindsay K. at 10:27 AM
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Just talking
It’s a beautiful day outside, absolutely wonderful. It’s amazing to walk around campus with a few months ago I was bundled up for the next Ice Age that I was sure to hit Edinboro. It truly is a beautiful day; hopefully we can go to the Erie Beach for the afternoon. That would tickle my fancy very much so.
Yet to cover some sad news, I have blisters. Yes, and I popped them. Now I know you’re thinking “You’re not supposed to do that!” and I was well aware, but the popping sensation is so much fun to me that I couldn’t resist. I didn’t get blisters from running a mile and a ½ a day, it was from my ever-loving dress shoes I wore to my Highland Ambassadors meeting (which went quite well). I walked halfway across campus in the cute, sporty little things, but little is the problem here. When it’s hot, feet tend to swell. In the winter time, I have no problem what so ever wearing these dress shoes because it’s freezing cold and my foot shrinks to a size 5. Heck, I’m even slipping out of them! Not so in summer…my feet have swollen immensely and now I’ve been handed to beaming blisters on the sides of my pinky toes. I thought I would walk it off and still take a run last night- haha. Being the wuss I am, you already know the answer to that one.
So I am left in a pickle. I want to run today, I need to if I am going to do this 5K, hopefully the blisters will recover faster because of the loads of Neosporin I have plastered on the suckers. In other news, the great scheduling phenomenon occurred last night. Remarkably, I got all the classes first try around without any filling up too fast. I wanted Atmosphere and Space Sciences but the spots filled. So the downside is that I schedule Developmental Psychology for next semester as a Core class in Science’s place. I read reviews on the net from people who have previously taken the class and I hear that the tests are hard but you learn a lot. Do I stick with this class for the education benefit or ditch it for the guarantee of an easier class? I am smart enough to pull off a B to and A? Hmm…decisions, decisions, if you have ever shopped with me, you know what type of person I can be making choices. And if you ever met my Aunt, you’d know I got it from her.
I’ve lately been irritated at people that I know that keep changing the truth. They tell me one thing and do another, they tell me this and it’s not true. I have a hard time trying to keep straight what is going on. I wish I had some clarity. Ahh, but all these things are minor in the game of life; I should focus on things like the beach! Or homework, if I have to.
I’m off to do something productive. Not sure what it is yet, but I’ll find something. Later dudes and dudettes, get out there and soak up some sun!
Yet to cover some sad news, I have blisters. Yes, and I popped them. Now I know you’re thinking “You’re not supposed to do that!” and I was well aware, but the popping sensation is so much fun to me that I couldn’t resist. I didn’t get blisters from running a mile and a ½ a day, it was from my ever-loving dress shoes I wore to my Highland Ambassadors meeting (which went quite well). I walked halfway across campus in the cute, sporty little things, but little is the problem here. When it’s hot, feet tend to swell. In the winter time, I have no problem what so ever wearing these dress shoes because it’s freezing cold and my foot shrinks to a size 5. Heck, I’m even slipping out of them! Not so in summer…my feet have swollen immensely and now I’ve been handed to beaming blisters on the sides of my pinky toes. I thought I would walk it off and still take a run last night- haha. Being the wuss I am, you already know the answer to that one.
So I am left in a pickle. I want to run today, I need to if I am going to do this 5K, hopefully the blisters will recover faster because of the loads of Neosporin I have plastered on the suckers. In other news, the great scheduling phenomenon occurred last night. Remarkably, I got all the classes first try around without any filling up too fast. I wanted Atmosphere and Space Sciences but the spots filled. So the downside is that I schedule Developmental Psychology for next semester as a Core class in Science’s place. I read reviews on the net from people who have previously taken the class and I hear that the tests are hard but you learn a lot. Do I stick with this class for the education benefit or ditch it for the guarantee of an easier class? I am smart enough to pull off a B to and A? Hmm…decisions, decisions, if you have ever shopped with me, you know what type of person I can be making choices. And if you ever met my Aunt, you’d know I got it from her.
I’ve lately been irritated at people that I know that keep changing the truth. They tell me one thing and do another, they tell me this and it’s not true. I have a hard time trying to keep straight what is going on. I wish I had some clarity. Ahh, but all these things are minor in the game of life; I should focus on things like the beach! Or homework, if I have to.
I’m off to do something productive. Not sure what it is yet, but I’ll find something. Later dudes and dudettes, get out there and soak up some sun!
posted by Lindsay K. at 10:15 AM
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Monday, April 18, 2005
The Great Move
My freshman year of college is soon coming to a close. The list of items going home have been complied, plans for the summer have been drawn up, and the finals are coming forward with some momentum. Yet looking around my room I find that the move back home is somewhat of an art; mostly because I don't know where I'm going cram all the crap when I go back home.
Roomie has already started the process of taking the huge amounts of items we have and transporting them back home whereas I haven't been home since the beginning of April, leaving me in quite a cunundrum (If that's how you spell it).
I doid compile a list of what to take home, what to leave, I even started a list of what comes back next year during another boring class where the professor talks about porn on the internet several times in a 50 minute class. I believe he has issues be to resloved...
It will be strange to be at home again. In a way, I feel somewhat uncomfortable sleeping in a room by myself. Heck, I sleep better here than I do at home, mostly because of the kickin' matress pad I have for my bed here in Edinboro. I made the call to Shop N' Save this morning to reserve my job for the summer. Another glorious 4 months at the land of food and greenpoints...oh, how I haven't missed thee. But they give me the green stuff, and that's what counts. They are taking me back this summer to work, of course, because I am 1)Friendly to customers for the most part (Unless you just freak me out or tick me off with your hyper-active attitude towards the greenpoints) 2) Know what I'm doing (Dur) and 3)I clean! I remember coming back over Christmas break and making up for 3 months of cleaning that I did when I was there. Ouch. But this really isn't a cocky attitude, there's nothing to be cocky about- it's a grocery store! It's not like I'm Billy Gates' intern, haha.
It will be a joy to see my family, especially my lovely pets. I do feel a longing to pet them non-stop when i return home on weekends because of the long time span I have away from them. When I see the seeing eye dogs on campus I want to run up to them and pet them to death, but they're on active duty, I can't mess with them, it's like an unwritten law- Section 476 Public Walking- "Thou shalt not touch thy neighbors seeing eye kenine."
I'm ooper thrilled to spend time with friends as well. I already have plans to visit people and attend many festivites. Also, family time will be awesome, especially with my baby girl cousin on the way...right down the road! I still haven't been in J & V's lagoon pool yet. That is a MUST on my list, I love the water!
Yet a part of me will miss the friends and the fun on campus. Thankfully no one is going away or graduating yet, so it looks like a pretty bright summer! Whip out the SPF 50 and let's hit the outdoors! Later!
Roomie has already started the process of taking the huge amounts of items we have and transporting them back home whereas I haven't been home since the beginning of April, leaving me in quite a cunundrum (If that's how you spell it).
I doid compile a list of what to take home, what to leave, I even started a list of what comes back next year during another boring class where the professor talks about porn on the internet several times in a 50 minute class. I believe he has issues be to resloved...
It will be strange to be at home again. In a way, I feel somewhat uncomfortable sleeping in a room by myself. Heck, I sleep better here than I do at home, mostly because of the kickin' matress pad I have for my bed here in Edinboro. I made the call to Shop N' Save this morning to reserve my job for the summer. Another glorious 4 months at the land of food and greenpoints...oh, how I haven't missed thee. But they give me the green stuff, and that's what counts. They are taking me back this summer to work, of course, because I am 1)Friendly to customers for the most part (Unless you just freak me out or tick me off with your hyper-active attitude towards the greenpoints) 2) Know what I'm doing (Dur) and 3)I clean! I remember coming back over Christmas break and making up for 3 months of cleaning that I did when I was there. Ouch. But this really isn't a cocky attitude, there's nothing to be cocky about- it's a grocery store! It's not like I'm Billy Gates' intern, haha.
It will be a joy to see my family, especially my lovely pets. I do feel a longing to pet them non-stop when i return home on weekends because of the long time span I have away from them. When I see the seeing eye dogs on campus I want to run up to them and pet them to death, but they're on active duty, I can't mess with them, it's like an unwritten law- Section 476 Public Walking- "Thou shalt not touch thy neighbors seeing eye kenine."
I'm ooper thrilled to spend time with friends as well. I already have plans to visit people and attend many festivites. Also, family time will be awesome, especially with my baby girl cousin on the way...right down the road! I still haven't been in J & V's lagoon pool yet. That is a MUST on my list, I love the water!
Yet a part of me will miss the friends and the fun on campus. Thankfully no one is going away or graduating yet, so it looks like a pretty bright summer! Whip out the SPF 50 and let's hit the outdoors! Later!
posted by Lindsay K. at 9:02 AM
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Your Brain is 73.33% Female, 26.67% Male |
Your brain leans female You think with your heart, not your head Sweet and considerate, you are a giver But you're tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of you! |
Well, duh! I could have picked that one out, haha.
posted by Lindsay K. at 5:42 AM
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Friday, April 15, 2005
Morning Randomness
This morning I recieved an e-mail from back home from an elder that kind of sent me off on an internal rant in my inner mind. I just happened to send her some forward and she replied in a hasty and personal message repremanding my actions and to check all my forwards and ...so on and so on. Honestly, why take your time out of the day to write something like that to me, make me feel like a 3 year old who used VCR the wrong way? Beats me, but it was the last thing I wanted to read as I wipe the sleep from my eyes at 8AM.
Yet a part of me feels as if it's wrong to even complain about the issue. It feels like it just isn't the right time. I feel I do a lot of "crying and whining" around here lately, and I don't like that. I'm sorry if i do. I usually like to look at the optimistic parts of life where the glass is half full, or at least empty if it's a good brand of oragne juice or chocolate milk.
Yesterday I had a meeting with my mentor from the Potter's House. I was telling her that I've felt like it's been a difficult year but felt like I couldn't really see why. She then started to list the things that have changed in the time span of a year: A move to college, a new person to live with, new classes, change of major, death of a family member, several deaths of church family members, and the list went on. No wonder I feel swamped from time to time, but I considered a lot of that stuff in the past, and I didn't credit them for anything i would feel right now. God has been my stronghold, no worries, mate.
I can see why people see college students as "optimisitc" and "dreamy" because it's quite possible they have hit the nail on the head for that one. Lately I have been pondering thoughts and daydreaming about all kinds of things that i never would have thought about in high school. Now don't start thinking that I'm turning into some Daoist hippi who won't wear socks because the rights of sheep have been violated. I'm stillme, it's just fun to think sometimes for a long period of time about the most random things. Then I realize the teacher just asked a question and I have no idea were he was coming from. (But usually it's to the entire class so I'm not on the spot. Haha)
It even seems wrong to laugh this morning because of the saddening news that came from Sharon's blog. A friend of her's has suddently passed away in an accident, a friend who was filled with love and compassion. her post last night brought tears to my eyes, why exactly I don't know. But the loss of people who touched your life is never an easy road. You'd think that because death is a part of life humans would get used to it. Sure, we know it happens, but we never want to lose those whom we love.
I can't exactly say why bad things happen to good people. There isn't a clear-cut answer in "Life Understanding 101". But what i do know is that God has a greater plan through it all. He has the road map from above, we are just followers. In a worls that is filled with his goodness and the evil snatches of the devil, things happen. But our solace in it all is that life here is just part of the fun, that eternal life is a prize, and I bet Sharon's dear friend is in jubilee right now, with all the car he would ever want to spruce up and drive along the golden highways. Hop over to her blog and give her and her family a hug at the link on the sidebar marked "Adventures of a Domestic Enigneer". Thanks and have a terrific day.
Yet a part of me feels as if it's wrong to even complain about the issue. It feels like it just isn't the right time. I feel I do a lot of "crying and whining" around here lately, and I don't like that. I'm sorry if i do. I usually like to look at the optimistic parts of life where the glass is half full, or at least empty if it's a good brand of oragne juice or chocolate milk.
Yesterday I had a meeting with my mentor from the Potter's House. I was telling her that I've felt like it's been a difficult year but felt like I couldn't really see why. She then started to list the things that have changed in the time span of a year: A move to college, a new person to live with, new classes, change of major, death of a family member, several deaths of church family members, and the list went on. No wonder I feel swamped from time to time, but I considered a lot of that stuff in the past, and I didn't credit them for anything i would feel right now. God has been my stronghold, no worries, mate.
I can see why people see college students as "optimisitc" and "dreamy" because it's quite possible they have hit the nail on the head for that one. Lately I have been pondering thoughts and daydreaming about all kinds of things that i never would have thought about in high school. Now don't start thinking that I'm turning into some Daoist hippi who won't wear socks because the rights of sheep have been violated. I'm stillme, it's just fun to think sometimes for a long period of time about the most random things. Then I realize the teacher just asked a question and I have no idea were he was coming from. (But usually it's to the entire class so I'm not on the spot. Haha)
It even seems wrong to laugh this morning because of the saddening news that came from Sharon's blog. A friend of her's has suddently passed away in an accident, a friend who was filled with love and compassion. her post last night brought tears to my eyes, why exactly I don't know. But the loss of people who touched your life is never an easy road. You'd think that because death is a part of life humans would get used to it. Sure, we know it happens, but we never want to lose those whom we love.
I can't exactly say why bad things happen to good people. There isn't a clear-cut answer in "Life Understanding 101". But what i do know is that God has a greater plan through it all. He has the road map from above, we are just followers. In a worls that is filled with his goodness and the evil snatches of the devil, things happen. But our solace in it all is that life here is just part of the fun, that eternal life is a prize, and I bet Sharon's dear friend is in jubilee right now, with all the car he would ever want to spruce up and drive along the golden highways. Hop over to her blog and give her and her family a hug at the link on the sidebar marked "Adventures of a Domestic Enigneer". Thanks and have a terrific day.
posted by Lindsay K. at 5:25 AM
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Thursday, April 14, 2005
Why Not Me?
It’s been a stressful two past days this week but it’s hard to believe it’s already Thursday and the weekend is looking at me with open arms and ready to embrace my tired body and sleepy mind to a wonderful weekend of sleeping in till 11:00. This I do not share with my cousin Sharon who awakes at the crack of dawn with her cup of coffee and wonderful writings and paintings while I am still in a state of hibernation. Early birds can get the worms, but I never had anything against leftovers.
To re-cap for you, I took an evil beast of a test today that ended up being 8 pages long. This type of test is for World Civilizations I with an eccentric professor whose name I cannot pronounce. You try it for a whirl: Kyriakos Nalmpantis. I don’t know who gave him that name, but their mental capacities had to be lacking when he was born. He designed his tests in such a fashion that you can “BS” your way through it. (He tells us this the first day of class, sometimes crude, but very humorous and very intelligent) yet his tests are still a challenge and he expects a lot of out his students on the essays in order to get an A. I somewhat procrastinated about this test in comparison to the other, which caused added stress, and had me angry at the simplest things in life. While taking the test a completely forgot I happened to had my cell phone in my book bag. Now mind you, I never have my cell phone on my anymore for classes, mostly because it’s useless. No one ever calls me, and if they do, it’s a wrong number. Of course, while we are taking a test, I am startled by a musical tune in the dead of silence in the classroom. “Wow, that sounds like the one I have for my phone” I ponder and then look down at my book bag and realize it IS my phone. Oh crap. I brag it and silence it’s ringing jingle and look up to see the head of my professor peeking his head out around the podium from his desk. Thankfully, he’s pretty care free and did nothing but smile. It figures that I get a phone when I actually do have my phone on in class AND forgot to silence. Oops.
I had an idea of who rang me while I poured out the goo of my brain onto paper. My prediction was right and it was Highland Ambassadors. It’s an organization I am joining that does service for the university and the surrounding community, like days that the campus that has presentation days or serves dinners- we are the helpers. I always did love service with my youth group so I was ooper thrilled when I heard of this opportunity. They finally called about my interview, the one I have been anticipating for practically a month now. My appointment is on Monday at four, which gives me plenty of time to look presentable for the interview. I asked a friend of mine at the Potter’s House what questions they might be asking me during this interrogation period. One of them is “Why did you come to Edinboro” and another is “What do you know about Highland Ambassadors?” Looks like I have some thinking to do over the weekend.
Hopefully this weekend will be a time of laying back and getting some chill time in. I should also be healing this weekend from a canker sore in my mouth that has been there for over a week. The little devil is eating my lip away so I got some medicine from a friend in hopes of ousting this curse from my mouth.
On my way back from E’s room, lender of the canker sore medicine, I donated a book to the library that I had from last semester. It was a boring book from English class that we bought and used just a few times but paid out the butt for. When it came time to get some money back for it, the clerk told me they discontinued the use for it and it’s now mine to keep. Hooray. Since I’m not into Hitler and the whole book burning process, I decided to horde it for a rainy day. This past week I received an e-mail from the university library saying they were accepting donations of any books or textbooks I may be willing to part with. Needless to say, I made quick time to dig the sucker out and hand it over to a friendly bookshelf that would take care of it. The worker at the library seemed very thankful and gracious that I was giving such a great gift, I was just glad it was out of my hands and not going to take up space for when I haul the entire crap home from college for the summer. That, my friends, will be interesting.
I’m out to take a run. Apparently I am going to run a 5K, maybe I will take the full reality of this in when my mind comes back from being out. Got to love spring! Later!
To re-cap for you, I took an evil beast of a test today that ended up being 8 pages long. This type of test is for World Civilizations I with an eccentric professor whose name I cannot pronounce. You try it for a whirl: Kyriakos Nalmpantis. I don’t know who gave him that name, but their mental capacities had to be lacking when he was born. He designed his tests in such a fashion that you can “BS” your way through it. (He tells us this the first day of class, sometimes crude, but very humorous and very intelligent) yet his tests are still a challenge and he expects a lot of out his students on the essays in order to get an A. I somewhat procrastinated about this test in comparison to the other, which caused added stress, and had me angry at the simplest things in life. While taking the test a completely forgot I happened to had my cell phone in my book bag. Now mind you, I never have my cell phone on my anymore for classes, mostly because it’s useless. No one ever calls me, and if they do, it’s a wrong number. Of course, while we are taking a test, I am startled by a musical tune in the dead of silence in the classroom. “Wow, that sounds like the one I have for my phone” I ponder and then look down at my book bag and realize it IS my phone. Oh crap. I brag it and silence it’s ringing jingle and look up to see the head of my professor peeking his head out around the podium from his desk. Thankfully, he’s pretty care free and did nothing but smile. It figures that I get a phone when I actually do have my phone on in class AND forgot to silence. Oops.
I had an idea of who rang me while I poured out the goo of my brain onto paper. My prediction was right and it was Highland Ambassadors. It’s an organization I am joining that does service for the university and the surrounding community, like days that the campus that has presentation days or serves dinners- we are the helpers. I always did love service with my youth group so I was ooper thrilled when I heard of this opportunity. They finally called about my interview, the one I have been anticipating for practically a month now. My appointment is on Monday at four, which gives me plenty of time to look presentable for the interview. I asked a friend of mine at the Potter’s House what questions they might be asking me during this interrogation period. One of them is “Why did you come to Edinboro” and another is “What do you know about Highland Ambassadors?” Looks like I have some thinking to do over the weekend.
Hopefully this weekend will be a time of laying back and getting some chill time in. I should also be healing this weekend from a canker sore in my mouth that has been there for over a week. The little devil is eating my lip away so I got some medicine from a friend in hopes of ousting this curse from my mouth.
On my way back from E’s room, lender of the canker sore medicine, I donated a book to the library that I had from last semester. It was a boring book from English class that we bought and used just a few times but paid out the butt for. When it came time to get some money back for it, the clerk told me they discontinued the use for it and it’s now mine to keep. Hooray. Since I’m not into Hitler and the whole book burning process, I decided to horde it for a rainy day. This past week I received an e-mail from the university library saying they were accepting donations of any books or textbooks I may be willing to part with. Needless to say, I made quick time to dig the sucker out and hand it over to a friendly bookshelf that would take care of it. The worker at the library seemed very thankful and gracious that I was giving such a great gift, I was just glad it was out of my hands and not going to take up space for when I haul the entire crap home from college for the summer. That, my friends, will be interesting.
I’m out to take a run. Apparently I am going to run a 5K, maybe I will take the full reality of this in when my mind comes back from being out. Got to love spring! Later!
posted by Lindsay K. at 3:28 PM
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Monday, April 11, 2005
"Stick a fork in me Jerry, I’m done…”
After the massive amount of pictures being posted in the last 2 days, I will halt and actually post something for you to read. From the picture that was posted, you can see that it was beautiful out and I enjoyed a pic-a-nic with the girlies next to Fake Lake (there is a lake in the middle of the campus, man-made for run-off because of the parking lots, nice fountain, too bad we get to see it 2 months out of the time we are here.)
unfortunately, I gave my skin the benefit of the doubt, thinking that I could withstand an hour to an hour in a half in the afternoon glow. Now I’m left singing a song that sounds something like…
“You say tomato, I saw tomato…”
My legs, arms, and face are all freshly pink from the minimal rays of yesterday’s sunlight. I did know better than that but I didn’t know it would happen so fast. It would usually take longer to get a burn like this, maybe my skin has taken a few steps backward in life and soon I’ll have to apply SPF 50 before even leaving the front door.
To add to the added warmth I tried to sleep with last night, my calves are having a strike against running and are hard as the pavement I run on not to mention the terrible dream I had last night about my dog. Hoo roo, at least we aren’t doing anything in English right now! Shhh…
Crap. I think I just discovered my scalp was burnt. I’m becoming a hermit.
If you’ve ever met me, you know I’m the pastiest white girl on the block. All my friends from high school were aware of this, especially when we spend time outside and I turned into a piece of raw meat on the barbie. Co-workers at Shop N’ Save would say to me “I’m never seen anyone as white as you!” Nice to know.
But I do take some pride in being extra white and never changing my color from season to season, it gives me an opportunity to stress to America’s gals about their tanning practices. I know I can only say so much because in a world that is sometimes too fixed on “seeing is believing”, the ignore the reality that someday in the near future they will turn into prunes, or a burnt pancake, either one, you pick. In addition to the trendy tanning that goes on across the country, many girls will grow up tanning their skin away until year later when they are diagnosed with skin cancer. It’s not acne, it’s the real deal.
That and osteoporosis. I can’t believe how many people I run into who cut calcium out of the diet because they “don’t like milk” and rather take a supplement, which they don’t. I burn easily, I don’t want to break easily too. Then I’ll just be a cracked open egg who gets fried on the pan for morning breakfast.
I guess I am done ranting for now. I should post a column I once wrote for my English AP class my senior year. It was a sarcastic letter about tanning and all of its practices. Even though my teacher raved about it, I didn’t think it was all that good, and it wasn’t selected to be in the paper with other of my classmates work (and if I can have my two scents, the works that did get published were ooper boring, not to mention they were people I didn’t really care for…)
So wise word of the day for everyone: SUNSCREEN!
My main goal for the day: FINDIND SOMEONE WITH ALOE VERA! My jeans are about to catch on fire! Later!
unfortunately, I gave my skin the benefit of the doubt, thinking that I could withstand an hour to an hour in a half in the afternoon glow. Now I’m left singing a song that sounds something like…
“You say tomato, I saw tomato…”
My legs, arms, and face are all freshly pink from the minimal rays of yesterday’s sunlight. I did know better than that but I didn’t know it would happen so fast. It would usually take longer to get a burn like this, maybe my skin has taken a few steps backward in life and soon I’ll have to apply SPF 50 before even leaving the front door.
To add to the added warmth I tried to sleep with last night, my calves are having a strike against running and are hard as the pavement I run on not to mention the terrible dream I had last night about my dog. Hoo roo, at least we aren’t doing anything in English right now! Shhh…
Crap. I think I just discovered my scalp was burnt. I’m becoming a hermit.
If you’ve ever met me, you know I’m the pastiest white girl on the block. All my friends from high school were aware of this, especially when we spend time outside and I turned into a piece of raw meat on the barbie. Co-workers at Shop N’ Save would say to me “I’m never seen anyone as white as you!” Nice to know.
But I do take some pride in being extra white and never changing my color from season to season, it gives me an opportunity to stress to America’s gals about their tanning practices. I know I can only say so much because in a world that is sometimes too fixed on “seeing is believing”, the ignore the reality that someday in the near future they will turn into prunes, or a burnt pancake, either one, you pick. In addition to the trendy tanning that goes on across the country, many girls will grow up tanning their skin away until year later when they are diagnosed with skin cancer. It’s not acne, it’s the real deal.
That and osteoporosis. I can’t believe how many people I run into who cut calcium out of the diet because they “don’t like milk” and rather take a supplement, which they don’t. I burn easily, I don’t want to break easily too. Then I’ll just be a cracked open egg who gets fried on the pan for morning breakfast.
I guess I am done ranting for now. I should post a column I once wrote for my English AP class my senior year. It was a sarcastic letter about tanning and all of its practices. Even though my teacher raved about it, I didn’t think it was all that good, and it wasn’t selected to be in the paper with other of my classmates work (and if I can have my two scents, the works that did get published were ooper boring, not to mention they were people I didn’t really care for…)
So wise word of the day for everyone: SUNSCREEN!
My main goal for the day: FINDIND SOMEONE WITH ALOE VERA! My jeans are about to catch on fire! Later!
posted by Lindsay K. at 5:38 AM
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Sunday, April 10, 2005
It's About Time! It's Spring!
It's so beautiful in Edinboro! There is an open house today and all these people are being fooled into this gourgous sight! If they only saw the place April 4th! But who cares...I'm out for the day! Enjoy!
posted by Lindsay K. at 12:34 PM
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Saturday, April 09, 2005
Poster Pleasure & Pains
Here's just one of the little buggers I have been working on in my Intro to Computer Software class. It's a poster for SGA to persuade college students to abstain from the illegal goodies in life. I have others I did for the assignment, you can see them on my webshots link on the sidebar under the Projects folder. Have a great day!
posted by Lindsay K. at 12:14 PM
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Congrats mes amis!
Happy 6 Month Anniversary K & J! Here's my present to them that I did in Photoshop (my Intro to Computer Software class is good for something, other than a headache and a sweat out in that cramped room) (If you can't tell, I am posting all kinds of pics since Hello is bipolar and often refused to let me post. Since it's the weekend and people are home and off the network, it might be civil to me today and let me keep posting! Enjoy!)
posted by Lindsay K. at 12:08 PM
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Frozen April Showers?
April 4th! Sure looked like springtime here! thankfully A LOT of that fluffy stuff has melted and now we can see grass. But hey, a week ago, that was another story!
posted by Lindsay K. at 12:03 PM
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There We Are!
The Backseat Gang! Here's K, Me, and J on the way home on I79 in the Purple V! (The other K's Ford Escort). The writing on the back windows was also done by K, the escort driver, with her talented car paint she bought just for the occasion!
posted by Lindsay K. at 12:00 PM
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Friday, April 08, 2005
EUP Tour
It's the gang from the NFG concert after our big tour through EUP! Yes, tour guide Lindsay does it again! Luv you guys!
posted by Lindsay K. at 5:59 PM
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Random Time
When it’s this early in the morning, I don’t really possess the ability to bring meaningful thoughts to the table; however, I can thing of useless and random information to spew out at all different kinds of angles. Here’s a rendition of a quiz/survey that I am making up, just because I can.
Ten Random Things About Me
1. First thought in the morning: “Of gosh, I could sleep more…”
2. Favorite breakfast food: Since I am trying to eat healthier, I’d have to say it would either be cereal or an occasional scrambling of eggs for the morning sunrise.
3. Last dream: That I was on my way to Florida to see John’s relatives with my own family.
4. Bad Habit: making fun of other people’s cars when I don’t even have a car or a dollar to my name. But you just had to see this car, it was…haha.
5. Favorite Store: The Thrift Store! You can find just about anything there from wedding dresses to rare designer bowls. It’s like a yard sale, only with people from all over the county joining in.
6. Animal you would like to have as a pet: Probably a big cat of some kind, I would love to pet one all day.
7. Goal I am working on: Another 5K, yes, I have lost my marbles, but I really want to do another, So it’s out to run at 10:00 after class today, hoo roo.
8. Something random that you miss: Fruit roll ups. Those where the bomb in elementary school.
9. Favorite class in college this Spring 05 Semester: Probably my gym class!
10. Dream car: Pontiac Sunfire (I know, high dreams!) But I can’t decide on a color, I don’t have one, I like all colors (Hey, you got an extra fact without me knowing it! Go figure!)
11.
Have a good one!
Ten Random Things About Me
1. First thought in the morning: “Of gosh, I could sleep more…”
2. Favorite breakfast food: Since I am trying to eat healthier, I’d have to say it would either be cereal or an occasional scrambling of eggs for the morning sunrise.
3. Last dream: That I was on my way to Florida to see John’s relatives with my own family.
4. Bad Habit: making fun of other people’s cars when I don’t even have a car or a dollar to my name. But you just had to see this car, it was…haha.
5. Favorite Store: The Thrift Store! You can find just about anything there from wedding dresses to rare designer bowls. It’s like a yard sale, only with people from all over the county joining in.
6. Animal you would like to have as a pet: Probably a big cat of some kind, I would love to pet one all day.
7. Goal I am working on: Another 5K, yes, I have lost my marbles, but I really want to do another, So it’s out to run at 10:00 after class today, hoo roo.
8. Something random that you miss: Fruit roll ups. Those where the bomb in elementary school.
9. Favorite class in college this Spring 05 Semester: Probably my gym class!
10. Dream car: Pontiac Sunfire (I know, high dreams!) But I can’t decide on a color, I don’t have one, I like all colors (Hey, you got an extra fact without me knowing it! Go figure!)
11.
Have a good one!
posted by Lindsay K. at 5:50 AM
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Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Let My People Go!
Good Lord! Honestly, I have to leave now! I'm in a class room that has to be near to reaching 100 degrees, I'm java-licous and have matters to tend to and we are in class doing mindless junk because our time hasn't expired yet! I'm going to exprire! Sure, sure, it sounds like whining, but these courdory pants that I love are cooking me like Mr. Bird in the oven Thanksgiving morning. My professor is currently on the phone so we have been left to baste and fry in this room they call a studio. More like a "hot melting pit of inferno-like climates". Geez, who thought this room up: 19 computers in a jam packed room with no windows what so ever and poor venelation. This degree better be worth it!
Ok, I'm done ranting. If you want to forget what you just read, go ahead, I don't have to know, hehe.
Have a great day, it's beautiful outside!
Ok, I'm done ranting. If you want to forget what you just read, go ahead, I don't have to know, hehe.
Have a great day, it's beautiful outside!
posted by Lindsay K. at 11:11 AM
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Latte Lindsay K.
I am wired. I am awake. I had a banana split latte. No nap for me today. I stopped drinking pop about 3 years ago, so it doesn't take much to get a buzz, lol. But the day is still challenging ahead of me. Later dudes.
posted by Lindsay K. at 9:08 AM
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I Have Forgotten
When my cell phone alarm when off this morning to wake me up at 7:20, it was like a flashback to my high school days, you know, the feeling that your eyelids want to glue themselves shut permantly and forget your ears ever hear the wake up call. I hate the feeling of being so tired you barely move. I had forgotten that feeling...
I only lived nine mintues from the Elderton Jr./Sr. High School but in order to ride the bus there, it took an entire hour on the back roads of Western PA to pick up all the hick kiddies. Honeslty, thy were in the sticks. When it takes you 30 mintues or more to get to a mjaor road of somekind, you know you're out in the boonies. And on top of the fact that I was riding for an hour on a bus in the morning that picked me up promtly at 6:20 everymorning but barely had head in the winter, smelled of old seats and germs, and by the time you go to school, you were fast asleep in the seat only to awaken to a numb rear and glazed over eyes.
Some of the children/teens we pick up weren't all hicks, they were very nice kids, but the majority of them were pure bred yee hawing adolencents that couldn't wait to get home and work on their ATV and race them up a hill called "widowmaker". Spare me. Not to mention the fact that when some of them got on the bus they didn't understand the "no talking" policy that was in effect until we reached the highway of 422, about 5-10 before our destination. While people like me who were up since the crack of dawn are asleep, they decide to get on and gabber about nonsense. This was quickly abolished when somebody from the half-asleep gang piped up and told them all the shut their mouths. Ahh, beautiful democracy. Or is it? It's too early to analyize that one.
My friends knew better that no to speak to me until about 3rd period, which is 9:00 in the morning. Trying to get any educated information out of me was futile, and I would simply stare into space. I was always a supporter of setting the starting time for our high school back a few hours, but that interfers with the blessed sports. Well, if your sleeping standing up I doubt you can be an effectly goalie. It call comes back to the Zzz's.
I usually require about 8-9 hours of sleep to function properly, 7 is "do-able", 6 is draining, and 5 is unheard of. Since I only got about 6 hours last night...I am slowly draining with every touch of the keypad. I bit my lip eating my snack bar in class. (Getting hurt in the morning while ou are tired is a dangerous thing,not only for you but the people around you. You suddenly become mad at everything).
I have been going to bed earlier this year and actually have been getting more sleep in college than I used to when I was in high school, odd eh? I try to sleep at like 11 so I can wake up before the alarm in the morning, refreshed and sane. Sometimes this method works, sometimes it doesn't. Honestly, I don't know how Sharon gets up in the morning. I'm with Melonie on this one.
But here I am in class doing very, very, very, very little (except for blogging) and waiting for another chance to get a sip at the old waterhole a.k.a. fountain bolted on the wall outside the computer room. Hoo roo. Someone please send me a blanket and a lulluby. My afternoon plans afte class and my meeting with K: NAP.
Goodmorning everyone...or is it goodnight?
PS: I am going out with K at a coffee shop. what are good drinks to order if I don't like coffee all that much (an never really drink it because it's ahead ofmy time at the moment). Any suggestions?
I only lived nine mintues from the Elderton Jr./Sr. High School but in order to ride the bus there, it took an entire hour on the back roads of Western PA to pick up all the hick kiddies. Honeslty, thy were in the sticks. When it takes you 30 mintues or more to get to a mjaor road of somekind, you know you're out in the boonies. And on top of the fact that I was riding for an hour on a bus in the morning that picked me up promtly at 6:20 everymorning but barely had head in the winter, smelled of old seats and germs, and by the time you go to school, you were fast asleep in the seat only to awaken to a numb rear and glazed over eyes.
Some of the children/teens we pick up weren't all hicks, they were very nice kids, but the majority of them were pure bred yee hawing adolencents that couldn't wait to get home and work on their ATV and race them up a hill called "widowmaker". Spare me. Not to mention the fact that when some of them got on the bus they didn't understand the "no talking" policy that was in effect until we reached the highway of 422, about 5-10 before our destination. While people like me who were up since the crack of dawn are asleep, they decide to get on and gabber about nonsense. This was quickly abolished when somebody from the half-asleep gang piped up and told them all the shut their mouths. Ahh, beautiful democracy. Or is it? It's too early to analyize that one.
My friends knew better that no to speak to me until about 3rd period, which is 9:00 in the morning. Trying to get any educated information out of me was futile, and I would simply stare into space. I was always a supporter of setting the starting time for our high school back a few hours, but that interfers with the blessed sports. Well, if your sleeping standing up I doubt you can be an effectly goalie. It call comes back to the Zzz's.
I usually require about 8-9 hours of sleep to function properly, 7 is "do-able", 6 is draining, and 5 is unheard of. Since I only got about 6 hours last night...I am slowly draining with every touch of the keypad. I bit my lip eating my snack bar in class. (Getting hurt in the morning while ou are tired is a dangerous thing,not only for you but the people around you. You suddenly become mad at everything).
I have been going to bed earlier this year and actually have been getting more sleep in college than I used to when I was in high school, odd eh? I try to sleep at like 11 so I can wake up before the alarm in the morning, refreshed and sane. Sometimes this method works, sometimes it doesn't. Honestly, I don't know how Sharon gets up in the morning. I'm with Melonie on this one.
But here I am in class doing very, very, very, very little (except for blogging) and waiting for another chance to get a sip at the old waterhole a.k.a. fountain bolted on the wall outside the computer room. Hoo roo. Someone please send me a blanket and a lulluby. My afternoon plans afte class and my meeting with K: NAP.
Goodmorning everyone...or is it goodnight?
PS: I am going out with K at a coffee shop. what are good drinks to order if I don't like coffee all that much (an never really drink it because it's ahead ofmy time at the moment). Any suggestions?
posted by Lindsay K. at 5:09 AM
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Sunday, April 03, 2005
Randomness Continues!
I got this from Stephanie-
Accent: Western PA (but not strongly, I say slippery, not slippy)
Bra size: Haha, my friend K is nicknamed "Himmy", me, I'm the slightly rolling hills in Amish country.
Chore I hate: I enjoy cleaning and such, so I would have to say my most unfavorite is the bathroom cleaning.
Dad’s name: Timmy
Essential makeup: Sometimes I go without it, but the usual is eye shadow, mascara, and foundation (I just can't do eyeliner, it doesn't look right on me at all)
Favorite perfume: Lilu from Pac Sun (but it gives me a bit of a headache) so any vanilla smelling thing is usually good
Gold or silver: I typically like gold, unless it doesn't match the outfit :)
Hometown: Kittanning PA
Interesting Fact: I entered college at the age of 17 because I was the youngest kid in my class.
Job Title: Student/Summer Cashier at grocery store/Hopefully Resident Life and Housing secretary next semester
Kids: My dogs and cats!
Living arrangements: A dorm room with my cool Roomie M and my awesome and newly painted bedroom at home.
Mom’s birthplace: Kitanning PA
Number of apples eaten last week: about 3 or 4 :)
Overnight hospital stays: None! Maybe when i was born...but I don't think that counts.
Phobias: Hair and eating food at the same time, dry paper towels on my skin
Question you ask yourself a lot: What can I eat and why aren't I working out?
Religious affiliation: Evangelical
Siblings: 1 older brother at SRU
Time I wake up: 7:20 MWF and 8:50 TR and weekends are unpredictable
Unnatural hair color: Blond highlights
Natural hair color: Strawberry blond
Vegetable I refuse to eat: Spinach
Worst habit: worrying too much, over analyizing
X-rays: teeth and that's it
Yummy food I make: I cooked food for John yesterday, but that wasn't much of a show. I make terrific brownies though!
Zodiac sign: Libra
Accent: Western PA (but not strongly, I say slippery, not slippy)
Bra size: Haha, my friend K is nicknamed "Himmy", me, I'm the slightly rolling hills in Amish country.
Chore I hate: I enjoy cleaning and such, so I would have to say my most unfavorite is the bathroom cleaning.
Dad’s name: Timmy
Essential makeup: Sometimes I go without it, but the usual is eye shadow, mascara, and foundation (I just can't do eyeliner, it doesn't look right on me at all)
Favorite perfume: Lilu from Pac Sun (but it gives me a bit of a headache) so any vanilla smelling thing is usually good
Gold or silver: I typically like gold, unless it doesn't match the outfit :)
Hometown: Kittanning PA
Interesting Fact: I entered college at the age of 17 because I was the youngest kid in my class.
Job Title: Student/Summer Cashier at grocery store/Hopefully Resident Life and Housing secretary next semester
Kids: My dogs and cats!
Living arrangements: A dorm room with my cool Roomie M and my awesome and newly painted bedroom at home.
Mom’s birthplace: Kitanning PA
Number of apples eaten last week: about 3 or 4 :)
Overnight hospital stays: None! Maybe when i was born...but I don't think that counts.
Phobias: Hair and eating food at the same time, dry paper towels on my skin
Question you ask yourself a lot: What can I eat and why aren't I working out?
Religious affiliation: Evangelical
Siblings: 1 older brother at SRU
Time I wake up: 7:20 MWF and 8:50 TR and weekends are unpredictable
Unnatural hair color: Blond highlights
Natural hair color: Strawberry blond
Vegetable I refuse to eat: Spinach
Worst habit: worrying too much, over analyizing
X-rays: teeth and that's it
Yummy food I make: I cooked food for John yesterday, but that wasn't much of a show. I make terrific brownies though!
Zodiac sign: Libra
posted by Lindsay K. at 11:41 AM
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Saturday, April 02, 2005
Junk From A Former Punk
It was finally the day I was waiting for. Months ago I was phoned by my good friend K from high school. She was wondering if I was interested in a New Found Glory concert that was in Erie March 31st and if they could stay with me in Edinboro for the night. Of course, knowing I would have part of the old gang together and some old tunes from the glory days, I accepted with glee.
The week seemed to drag by, like a kid waiting for Christmas to come so eagerly the night before. The classes seemed to last almost an eternity and my mind kept drifting and wondering about everything else except the Greeks and their battles against the Persians. The plan was that K and her gang of friends, 5 in total in the car, and H, another friend who attend a college an hour south of Edinboro, would stop on their way to Erie and pick me and good old Roomie up on the way. Things went according to plan for the most part. We arrived at Penn State branch at Behrend just a little after 8:00, the set time for the event to being.
I was surprised to see that many of the people weren’t dressed up in their punk-like attire. The last concert I attended, which was the Good Charlotte concert October of 2003, I saw outfits that ranged from the typical music lover and their baggy jeans and comfy t-shirt to the spiked hair, boots up to the knees, and jewelry dangling from the ears and arms. I loved seeing all types of people come out to that concert, but not some much this one. It was on a much smaller scale.
The first band that opened for New Found Glory was actually pretty good. To K, they were too slow, but I found their music just right and enjoyed what they played, not to mention that 3 band members were females, 2 lead vocalists and a bass player. The second one….that’s quite another story.
The second band was “Reggie”, and for anyone who really wants a synopsis of what they were like, I can define it in one word: sucked. I’m not being level headed or narrow-minded, it’s just the honest truth. They came out into the stage in bunny suits, then hopped around on stage, played their utterly terrible bit with heavy metal and craziness, and then re-appeared back on stage with fake blood all over their faces and chest. Needless to day, home slice Lindsay K. was displeased with their performance. To add to the racket entering my poor virgin ears, I was constantly on the lookout for people crowd surfing and people moshing and shoving the entire crowd to and fro from time to time. The staff at Berhend had its hand full for the night. You know one has to be on the look out when you glance ahead of you and see a bunch of kids passing around a flask excitedly. Then we saw one of the “flaskers”, a blond bimbo, drunk as a skunk, fall everywhere and knocking over people on here way out of the crowd. She happened to stumble into the path of H and in quick retaliation she shoved her back, knocking double B to the ground wondering what on earth happened.
I can’t say that my friends didn’t attempt the whole crowd surfing bit, 3 of them did, H being one of them. I stood shocked and amazed as I saw them being lifted into the air and passed all over the crowd giggling on the way; especially H. H loves fat little babies and painting, who knew? The gang asked if I was interested in crowd surfing as well but I shot down the proposition with the quick “No.” Sure, if they were all my friends and I knew they were strong, I would, but seeing that I had my roommate protecting me because she benches much more than I, it didn’t take long to decline the offer. I was the keeper of my roommates prized possessions at the concert (like her Irish wedding ring, charm bracelet and jean jacket) while she pushed and punched people that got in her way. It gave us all quite a chuckle.
My limit for the 2nd opener band “Reggie” came after they finally hauled their sweaty fat rears off stage and turned on the dim lights in preparation for the main event: New Found Glory. As I chatted with H about things, she gasped and pointed to my shirt and asked me what happened. Puzzled by her observation, I looked down to find that a spot of blood was on my new white tank top (that fits quite nicely and looks great with the new blue corduroy jeans I had on). I was dumb founded for a moment why there was a spec of blood on the top of my shirt until it dawned on me that the band threw fake blood into the crowd after they came back. I wasn’t even that close to the front at all! Ticked off at this discovery, I made sure to boo as loud as I could when New Found Glory asked about their performance. Many people in front of me turned around, smiled, and I knew that they too, were fed up with their insanity.
The performance by New Found Glory was good, minus the profanity between songs. The lead singer came out in an Incredibles costume, muscles and all and the rest of the band was semi-normal, except for the chubby guy who played bass. I enjoyed singing to the songs from the days of old. I don’t know any of the new hits they released, just the stuff from when I was hanging out with the youth group on Sunday nights and cruising around on Pine Street any other time. Yet at the end of the night, I learned quite a few lessons. Roomie’s was to not wear expensive jewelry when you might have to punch a few people in the back. Mine was that I have truly aged in college.
When I first came to college, I still listened to some New Found Glory and a lot of Good Charlotte. I’m not saying I am a raging punk kid that hates everything and closed their doors into darkness, not my any means. I just liked the music, and some songs brought me back to memories, especially New Found Glory. I was introduced to the punk style by K and the gang at home, and I was introduced to Coldplay and John Mayer by Roomie. Then suddenly I couldn’t find myself being into loud and heavy songs, I rather hum along to Amsterdam by Guster. I rather bust out a vinyl that belong to my mother and listen to some good old Beatles than turn on the punk station. Maybe I’ve grown older; one of our bowling team members stated that you know you’ve reached a point of “growing up” when appliances and tools get you excited. My example: my vacuum A.K.A. pride and joy. I show off that red little sucker any time I get a chance. One of the pals from Pittsburgh that stayed over the weekend saw the vacuum and said “Hey, you have a cheap little vacuum like us”. I refuted quickly and defended little red by telling him how young and strong she is, I wasn’t going to let my vacuum pass by as an old time dust blowing machine. But I’m off on a tangent…
It really was a great time, I got to hang out with friends and host quite a few of them in my little dorm room, 5 to be exact. In a ways it felt like old times, being at the concert and chilling with my friends, new and old. I’ll make sure to upload the pictures to my Webshots link. Enjoy and have a ooper cool day.
The week seemed to drag by, like a kid waiting for Christmas to come so eagerly the night before. The classes seemed to last almost an eternity and my mind kept drifting and wondering about everything else except the Greeks and their battles against the Persians. The plan was that K and her gang of friends, 5 in total in the car, and H, another friend who attend a college an hour south of Edinboro, would stop on their way to Erie and pick me and good old Roomie up on the way. Things went according to plan for the most part. We arrived at Penn State branch at Behrend just a little after 8:00, the set time for the event to being.
I was surprised to see that many of the people weren’t dressed up in their punk-like attire. The last concert I attended, which was the Good Charlotte concert October of 2003, I saw outfits that ranged from the typical music lover and their baggy jeans and comfy t-shirt to the spiked hair, boots up to the knees, and jewelry dangling from the ears and arms. I loved seeing all types of people come out to that concert, but not some much this one. It was on a much smaller scale.
The first band that opened for New Found Glory was actually pretty good. To K, they were too slow, but I found their music just right and enjoyed what they played, not to mention that 3 band members were females, 2 lead vocalists and a bass player. The second one….that’s quite another story.
The second band was “Reggie”, and for anyone who really wants a synopsis of what they were like, I can define it in one word: sucked. I’m not being level headed or narrow-minded, it’s just the honest truth. They came out into the stage in bunny suits, then hopped around on stage, played their utterly terrible bit with heavy metal and craziness, and then re-appeared back on stage with fake blood all over their faces and chest. Needless to day, home slice Lindsay K. was displeased with their performance. To add to the racket entering my poor virgin ears, I was constantly on the lookout for people crowd surfing and people moshing and shoving the entire crowd to and fro from time to time. The staff at Berhend had its hand full for the night. You know one has to be on the look out when you glance ahead of you and see a bunch of kids passing around a flask excitedly. Then we saw one of the “flaskers”, a blond bimbo, drunk as a skunk, fall everywhere and knocking over people on here way out of the crowd. She happened to stumble into the path of H and in quick retaliation she shoved her back, knocking double B to the ground wondering what on earth happened.
I can’t say that my friends didn’t attempt the whole crowd surfing bit, 3 of them did, H being one of them. I stood shocked and amazed as I saw them being lifted into the air and passed all over the crowd giggling on the way; especially H. H loves fat little babies and painting, who knew? The gang asked if I was interested in crowd surfing as well but I shot down the proposition with the quick “No.” Sure, if they were all my friends and I knew they were strong, I would, but seeing that I had my roommate protecting me because she benches much more than I, it didn’t take long to decline the offer. I was the keeper of my roommates prized possessions at the concert (like her Irish wedding ring, charm bracelet and jean jacket) while she pushed and punched people that got in her way. It gave us all quite a chuckle.
My limit for the 2nd opener band “Reggie” came after they finally hauled their sweaty fat rears off stage and turned on the dim lights in preparation for the main event: New Found Glory. As I chatted with H about things, she gasped and pointed to my shirt and asked me what happened. Puzzled by her observation, I looked down to find that a spot of blood was on my new white tank top (that fits quite nicely and looks great with the new blue corduroy jeans I had on). I was dumb founded for a moment why there was a spec of blood on the top of my shirt until it dawned on me that the band threw fake blood into the crowd after they came back. I wasn’t even that close to the front at all! Ticked off at this discovery, I made sure to boo as loud as I could when New Found Glory asked about their performance. Many people in front of me turned around, smiled, and I knew that they too, were fed up with their insanity.
The performance by New Found Glory was good, minus the profanity between songs. The lead singer came out in an Incredibles costume, muscles and all and the rest of the band was semi-normal, except for the chubby guy who played bass. I enjoyed singing to the songs from the days of old. I don’t know any of the new hits they released, just the stuff from when I was hanging out with the youth group on Sunday nights and cruising around on Pine Street any other time. Yet at the end of the night, I learned quite a few lessons. Roomie’s was to not wear expensive jewelry when you might have to punch a few people in the back. Mine was that I have truly aged in college.
When I first came to college, I still listened to some New Found Glory and a lot of Good Charlotte. I’m not saying I am a raging punk kid that hates everything and closed their doors into darkness, not my any means. I just liked the music, and some songs brought me back to memories, especially New Found Glory. I was introduced to the punk style by K and the gang at home, and I was introduced to Coldplay and John Mayer by Roomie. Then suddenly I couldn’t find myself being into loud and heavy songs, I rather hum along to Amsterdam by Guster. I rather bust out a vinyl that belong to my mother and listen to some good old Beatles than turn on the punk station. Maybe I’ve grown older; one of our bowling team members stated that you know you’ve reached a point of “growing up” when appliances and tools get you excited. My example: my vacuum A.K.A. pride and joy. I show off that red little sucker any time I get a chance. One of the pals from Pittsburgh that stayed over the weekend saw the vacuum and said “Hey, you have a cheap little vacuum like us”. I refuted quickly and defended little red by telling him how young and strong she is, I wasn’t going to let my vacuum pass by as an old time dust blowing machine. But I’m off on a tangent…
It really was a great time, I got to hang out with friends and host quite a few of them in my little dorm room, 5 to be exact. In a ways it felt like old times, being at the concert and chilling with my friends, new and old. I’ll make sure to upload the pictures to my Webshots link. Enjoy and have a ooper cool day.
posted by Lindsay K. at 5:32 PM
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- Name: Lindsay K.
- Location: Los Angeles, California, United States
Sister, student, staff member, best friend, writer, artist, daughter, grand daughter, big cousin, intern, neighbor, tax payer, housemate, traveler, roommate, but most of all, beloved child of God, who's writin' some of it down after the day is done.
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