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31 August 2007 : oh, also
lindsay: 11
cigarettes: 0
posted by lindsay at 03:15 :: 2 comments
: the longest and most pointless photo post in like, pretty much forever
see, just because i stopped posting pictures doesn't mean i stopped taking pictures. and a couple of things have happened in the last day or so to make me feel pretty high schoolish about being self involved (by which i mean, i was SO self involved in high school it was embarrassing). anyway, i went through every photo on my camera, some of which dated back as far as march, and decided to share the following gems with you, mostly because i have nothing to say and i can't seem to sleep.
first, a delightful series of photos from my last trip to madison, which i think was in may. i think you'll be delighted to see me pretty much the drunkest i've ever been outside wisconsin:
because, there were drinks with dinner, a bar with 4$ pitchers of amber bock, and then a 12 pack of pbr. on the sidewalk.
but earlier that day, i went to the laundromat on main street while cera was at work, and i was treated to THIS:
then, i went to lexington for the very first time ever to find an apartment, and i had fantastic hair (this photo was taken by a gentleman rockstar with extraordinary hair):
up next, an evening at the irving theatre (which produced many choice shots i am not at liberty to share, including one of frank shakin' booty), where frank said something that prompted a fairly common reaction from me:
later, i did something that made frank angry, so to make up for it (and many future transgressions, i'm pretty sure), i made this face:
then, cera was totally adorable. so i took a picture of it. cause, you know, that never happens. also, please note that in this photo, cera is wearing the sweater.
lisa, she took a picture of my cleavage.
i took a trip to california, where i saw capitola beach from the balcony of mr. toots (believe it or not, this is one of the photos that has not been photoshopped).
lindsay lorraine and i went out on west cliff to dig in sand and bury things and there was a really friendly starfish.
lindsay lorraine and i were very happy to get to hang out for once, ever.
and a slew of conceited, photoshopped, painfully angled self portraits:
the end.
posted by lindsay at 01:42 :: 2 comments
27 August 2007 : what it is.
things are starting to look upwards here. last night was almost like...a night lived by a non-invalid.
last night, i managed to be upright long enough to pick up the piles of crap scattered around my apartment and do three entire loads of laundry. there are still the dishes. however, when i moved into this apartment i unpacked only half of what i own, thus sparing myself repeats of the monumental two-hour dishpiles of yore.
then, a couple of boys stopped by to bring me movies, perform spider removal, relieve me of my forbidden beers, and offer me a few minutes of much needed company.
then, i signed onto match.com for the first time in about two years. the story on match.com is this: shari went through a phase where one of her main goals in life was to find me someone to love, so she signed me up (and told me about it later). i worked with it reluctantly for a few weeks, met one guy for coffee (who i saw again recently, on a date with a tall, heels and dress kind of girl, a butterfly neck tattoo kind of girl, and realized that we never would have made it - though i looked pretty awesome in my neon orange tshirt and jeans, with my crusty scabby gravestone tattoo on my forearm), and never looked at it again.
what was new about last night was that after all that cleaning and laundry-doing, i realized that my favorite bra, lost for several weeks now, was no longer likely to just pop up at random and no longer be lost. i have been sincerely upset over this loss for a number of reasons, including the fit, newness, and inappropriately high price tag of said piece of lingerie. but i've accepted that it's just not going to reappear, and i'm going to have to wait for my student loans, pony up for another and deal.
match.com comes in when i realized that i don't even have the comfort of the remotest possibility that i'll get it back because i left it in my boyfriend's car.
posted by lindsay at 13:20 :: 4 comments
22 August 2007 : update.
today, i've realized that all things are relative.
see, the blood clot in my leg and all the resultant trauma (hospitalization, bed rest, blood thinners, being forbidden to go anywhere near a) birth control b) cigarettes and c) alcohol) have made me realize that this blood clot SCOFFS at my shingles.
it is the first day of graduate school. the rest of my incoming colleagues are gearing up for their introductory session of the history of theory in anthropology.
me?
i am peeing in a bedpan.
posted by lindsay at 14:28 :: 2 comments
17 August 2007 : for real.
email address, school id (with flattering picture), etc, whatever.
today, i was handed a keyring with keys to the anthropology building and all the important rooms within. for my own. to keep.
i'm kind of in awe of myself.
posted by lindsay at 15:05 :: 3 comments
: on aging gracefully
it's been a theme for a while now. probably i discovered it when i discovered shari. it spiralled from there.
being an old lady, i mean. in some ways, the planning for instance, its a joy. during the bliss of last summer on our porch onbolton avenue, shari and i would sip coffee, smoke cigarettes and plan for the future in which we would wear sun hats, drink juleps, and pinch the butts of the boys who delivered our groceries. all of us have been joking about it for a while now. forgetfulness would cause me to remind everyone around me that your mind starts it's downward spiral at age 20.
sometimes, playing into the stereotypes is entertaining. i drink maker's up whenever i can (especially when its hot outside). i get cranky when my routines are interrupted. i love my cat more than is probably normal. i stash away plastic shopping bags and empty coffee cans (although not my nail clippings, not yet).
sometimes, the fun wasn't there. an incident in the recent past illustrates this: i am frantically, furtively making out on a couch with a boy i've liked for a long time, we are both hoping that no one walks in on us. i slip into his lap, knees on either side, and in the time it takes him to get my shirt off, my right hip has slid so uncomfortably out of joint that i have to lay down.
"uh, what's wrong?" he asks, a little confused (things are just starting to get good, see).
"well, my hip. i need to pop it back into place."
and i get the shit from most of my friends, because they do tend to be a little older than i am. and i understand that at 24, i have little to complain about. i'm healthy, my skin is soft. a legacy of good genes and a lingering teenage tendency to avoid the sun has left me pale and without wrinkles. i fight the good fight - creams and sunscreens andjackie o glasses - hoping to stay this nubile for a long time to come.
today, it's over. today, jason and lisa giggled uncontrollably as he asked me if i had any gold bond medicated powder and if i knew what time matlock came on.
see, about two weeks ago, i noticed i had about twenty bug bites centered in the same area. they were itchy and swollen. at the same time, there was a rash on my back. being concerned as i am about maintaining the awesomeness of my skin, i sat on my hands to avoid scratching and liberally appliedhydrocortisone and topical antihistamines. lisa and i examined them and diagnosed bug bites and contact dermatitis (i've recently switched laundry detergents). but they kept getting worse.
turned red in the middle, scabbed over. started to hurt. and no matter what i did, they wouldn't go away. even porter's salve, the world's one and only actual miracle treatment, did nothing.
today, after a sleepless night spent in enough pain to cause concern, i sucked it up
and went to see a doctor. she took one look at my back, one look at my stomach, and said "honey, those aren't bug bites. you have shingles."
shingles.
i believe my precise response was, "shingles? are you serious? isn't that a creepy old fat people disease?"
(luckily, this particular doctor was southern in that comforting way that allows
for amusement. she talked and talked and laughed at me all the way through this).
"i just moved here a couple of weeks ago," i told her. "i just though i'd been bitten by an unfamiliar bug."
she eyed me critically and then said, "welcome to kentucky, honey. but this isn't our fault."
then she proceeded to explain to me how my immune system was compromised due to unusual amounts of stress (i attribute this to my disastrous move, particularly the part where my mom broke her arm - an unshakable belief in her permanent immortality keeps me sane. i've had enough parental mortality to last me a lifetime). it would go away, likely not leave any scars, and probably not come back.
then she commented on my extraordinary pain tolerance and told me that, next time, i shouldn't wait two weeks to get something checked out. apparently i don't feel pain like other humans, and this means i tend to let things go.
so not only am i an old woman with a bum hip and a compromised immune system, i am crotchety and distrust doctors, so i wait too long to go see them. and uh, i have shingles. so i'm gonna go rub on some soothing cream, tie my hair in rags, put my feet up, drink a cup of tea, and enjoy a late night showing of murder, she wrote. with narcotics.
posted by lindsay at 01:27 :: 0 comments
14 August 2007 : the truth about lexington
is that i actually don't know.
here's what happened, for those of you out of the loop:
one broken arm (my mom's), one case of posterior tibial tendonitis (mine), and two seperate trips to the emergency room proved that 80's rockers sometimes have the answers.
my carefully planned move dissolved into chaos. we meant to have the truck here by 2pm; we were gassing up to leave indianapolis at 2:15pm. the four people who should have made the move tolerable had dwindled to two. the apartment was filthy. things that should have been done on monday, tuesday (the 30th, the 31st) remained unfinished for WEEKS.
painkillers and anti inflammatories ensured that i could not safely drive anywhere. deep tissue massage, and my inability to stand/walk for more than a few minutes at a time have ensured that i couldn't, you know, walk anywhere. thus, i've spent the last two weeks sitting in my apartment watching gilmore girls and crocheting scarves and baby blankets.
today, weather.com swears up and down that it is 85 degrees here in beautiful lexington, kentucky. the clock on the bank swears that it is a balmy 101 here in beautiful lexington, kentucky. i'm not sure who to believe, but either way my hermitage is going to remain intact. until i remember that i have no toilet paper and i drag myself to the grocery store.
someday, i believe, i'll start working and start taking classes, and will officially become a resident of this city that, on the outside, looks decently interesting. and while i've located the good coffeehouse, a fantastic used bookstore, and the scariest goodwill known to man, i remain unacquainted with the finer points of the city. and scouring my cookbooks for new recipes to try.
for now, i'm going to write a nasty note to whoever keeps using my trash can, and hope that i hear the ups guy when he knocks on the door. anyone need a new scarf?
posted by lindsay at 14:53 :: 4 comments
lindsay: 11
cigarettes: 0
Labels: life in the bluegrass
posted by lindsay at 03:15 :: 2 comments
: the longest and most pointless photo post in like, pretty much forever
see, just because i stopped posting pictures doesn't mean i stopped taking pictures. and a couple of things have happened in the last day or so to make me feel pretty high schoolish about being self involved (by which i mean, i was SO self involved in high school it was embarrassing). anyway, i went through every photo on my camera, some of which dated back as far as march, and decided to share the following gems with you, mostly because i have nothing to say and i can't seem to sleep.
first, a delightful series of photos from my last trip to madison, which i think was in may. i think you'll be delighted to see me pretty much the drunkest i've ever been outside wisconsin:
because, there were drinks with dinner, a bar with 4$ pitchers of amber bock, and then a 12 pack of pbr. on the sidewalk.
but earlier that day, i went to the laundromat on main street while cera was at work, and i was treated to THIS:
then, i went to lexington for the very first time ever to find an apartment, and i had fantastic hair (this photo was taken by a gentleman rockstar with extraordinary hair):
up next, an evening at the irving theatre (which produced many choice shots i am not at liberty to share, including one of frank shakin' booty), where frank said something that prompted a fairly common reaction from me:
later, i did something that made frank angry, so to make up for it (and many future transgressions, i'm pretty sure), i made this face:
then, cera was totally adorable. so i took a picture of it. cause, you know, that never happens. also, please note that in this photo, cera is wearing the sweater.
lisa, she took a picture of my cleavage.
i took a trip to california, where i saw capitola beach from the balcony of mr. toots (believe it or not, this is one of the photos that has not been photoshopped).
lindsay lorraine and i went out on west cliff to dig in sand and bury things and there was a really friendly starfish.
lindsay lorraine and i were very happy to get to hang out for once, ever.
and a slew of conceited, photoshopped, painfully angled self portraits:
the end.
posted by lindsay at 01:42 :: 2 comments
27 August 2007 : what it is.
things are starting to look upwards here. last night was almost like...a night lived by a non-invalid.
last night, i managed to be upright long enough to pick up the piles of crap scattered around my apartment and do three entire loads of laundry. there are still the dishes. however, when i moved into this apartment i unpacked only half of what i own, thus sparing myself repeats of the monumental two-hour dishpiles of yore.
then, a couple of boys stopped by to bring me movies, perform spider removal, relieve me of my forbidden beers, and offer me a few minutes of much needed company.
then, i signed onto match.com for the first time in about two years. the story on match.com is this: shari went through a phase where one of her main goals in life was to find me someone to love, so she signed me up (and told me about it later). i worked with it reluctantly for a few weeks, met one guy for coffee (who i saw again recently, on a date with a tall, heels and dress kind of girl, a butterfly neck tattoo kind of girl, and realized that we never would have made it - though i looked pretty awesome in my neon orange tshirt and jeans, with my crusty scabby gravestone tattoo on my forearm), and never looked at it again.
what was new about last night was that after all that cleaning and laundry-doing, i realized that my favorite bra, lost for several weeks now, was no longer likely to just pop up at random and no longer be lost. i have been sincerely upset over this loss for a number of reasons, including the fit, newness, and inappropriately high price tag of said piece of lingerie. but i've accepted that it's just not going to reappear, and i'm going to have to wait for my student loans, pony up for another and deal.
match.com comes in when i realized that i don't even have the comfort of the remotest possibility that i'll get it back because i left it in my boyfriend's car.
Labels: life in the bluegrass
posted by lindsay at 13:20 :: 4 comments
22 August 2007 : update.
today, i've realized that all things are relative.
see, the blood clot in my leg and all the resultant trauma (hospitalization, bed rest, blood thinners, being forbidden to go anywhere near a) birth control b) cigarettes and c) alcohol) have made me realize that this blood clot SCOFFS at my shingles.
it is the first day of graduate school. the rest of my incoming colleagues are gearing up for their introductory session of the history of theory in anthropology.
me?
i am peeing in a bedpan.
Labels: life in the bluegrass
posted by lindsay at 14:28 :: 2 comments
17 August 2007 : for real.
email address, school id (with flattering picture), etc, whatever.
today, i was handed a keyring with keys to the anthropology building and all the important rooms within. for my own. to keep.
i'm kind of in awe of myself.
posted by lindsay at 15:05 :: 3 comments
: on aging gracefully
it's been a theme for a while now. probably i discovered it when i discovered shari. it spiralled from there.
being an old lady, i mean. in some ways, the planning for instance, its a joy. during the bliss of last summer on our porch onbolton avenue, shari and i would sip coffee, smoke cigarettes and plan for the future in which we would wear sun hats, drink juleps, and pinch the butts of the boys who delivered our groceries. all of us have been joking about it for a while now. forgetfulness would cause me to remind everyone around me that your mind starts it's downward spiral at age 20.
sometimes, playing into the stereotypes is entertaining. i drink maker's up whenever i can (especially when its hot outside). i get cranky when my routines are interrupted. i love my cat more than is probably normal. i stash away plastic shopping bags and empty coffee cans (although not my nail clippings, not yet).
sometimes, the fun wasn't there. an incident in the recent past illustrates this: i am frantically, furtively making out on a couch with a boy i've liked for a long time, we are both hoping that no one walks in on us. i slip into his lap, knees on either side, and in the time it takes him to get my shirt off, my right hip has slid so uncomfortably out of joint that i have to lay down.
"uh, what's wrong?" he asks, a little confused (things are just starting to get good, see).
"well, my hip. i need to pop it back into place."
and i get the shit from most of my friends, because they do tend to be a little older than i am. and i understand that at 24, i have little to complain about. i'm healthy, my skin is soft. a legacy of good genes and a lingering teenage tendency to avoid the sun has left me pale and without wrinkles. i fight the good fight - creams and sunscreens andjackie o glasses - hoping to stay this nubile for a long time to come.
today, it's over. today, jason and lisa giggled uncontrollably as he asked me if i had any gold bond medicated powder and if i knew what time matlock came on.
see, about two weeks ago, i noticed i had about twenty bug bites centered in the same area. they were itchy and swollen. at the same time, there was a rash on my back. being concerned as i am about maintaining the awesomeness of my skin, i sat on my hands to avoid scratching and liberally appliedhydrocortisone and topical antihistamines. lisa and i examined them and diagnosed bug bites and contact dermatitis (i've recently switched laundry detergents). but they kept getting worse.
turned red in the middle, scabbed over. started to hurt. and no matter what i did, they wouldn't go away. even porter's salve, the world's one and only actual miracle treatment, did nothing.
today, after a sleepless night spent in enough pain to cause concern, i sucked it up
and went to see a doctor. she took one look at my back, one look at my stomach, and said "honey, those aren't bug bites. you have shingles."
shingles.
i believe my precise response was, "shingles? are you serious? isn't that a creepy old fat people disease?"
(luckily, this particular doctor was southern in that comforting way that allows
for amusement. she talked and talked and laughed at me all the way through this).
"i just moved here a couple of weeks ago," i told her. "i just though i'd been bitten by an unfamiliar bug."
she eyed me critically and then said, "welcome to kentucky, honey. but this isn't our fault."
then she proceeded to explain to me how my immune system was compromised due to unusual amounts of stress (i attribute this to my disastrous move, particularly the part where my mom broke her arm - an unshakable belief in her permanent immortality keeps me sane. i've had enough parental mortality to last me a lifetime). it would go away, likely not leave any scars, and probably not come back.
then she commented on my extraordinary pain tolerance and told me that, next time, i shouldn't wait two weeks to get something checked out. apparently i don't feel pain like other humans, and this means i tend to let things go.
so not only am i an old woman with a bum hip and a compromised immune system, i am crotchety and distrust doctors, so i wait too long to go see them. and uh, i have shingles. so i'm gonna go rub on some soothing cream, tie my hair in rags, put my feet up, drink a cup of tea, and enjoy a late night showing of murder, she wrote. with narcotics.
posted by lindsay at 01:27 :: 0 comments
14 August 2007 : the truth about lexington
is that i actually don't know.
here's what happened, for those of you out of the loop:
one broken arm (my mom's), one case of posterior tibial tendonitis (mine), and two seperate trips to the emergency room proved that 80's rockers sometimes have the answers.
my carefully planned move dissolved into chaos. we meant to have the truck here by 2pm; we were gassing up to leave indianapolis at 2:15pm. the four people who should have made the move tolerable had dwindled to two. the apartment was filthy. things that should have been done on monday, tuesday (the 30th, the 31st) remained unfinished for WEEKS.
painkillers and anti inflammatories ensured that i could not safely drive anywhere. deep tissue massage, and my inability to stand/walk for more than a few minutes at a time have ensured that i couldn't, you know, walk anywhere. thus, i've spent the last two weeks sitting in my apartment watching gilmore girls and crocheting scarves and baby blankets.
today, weather.com swears up and down that it is 85 degrees here in beautiful lexington, kentucky. the clock on the bank swears that it is a balmy 101 here in beautiful lexington, kentucky. i'm not sure who to believe, but either way my hermitage is going to remain intact. until i remember that i have no toilet paper and i drag myself to the grocery store.
someday, i believe, i'll start working and start taking classes, and will officially become a resident of this city that, on the outside, looks decently interesting. and while i've located the good coffeehouse, a fantastic used bookstore, and the scariest goodwill known to man, i remain unacquainted with the finer points of the city. and scouring my cookbooks for new recipes to try.
for now, i'm going to write a nasty note to whoever keeps using my trash can, and hope that i hear the ups guy when he knocks on the door. anyone need a new scarf?
Labels: life in the bluegrass
posted by lindsay at 14:53 :: 4 comments