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Name: Lindsay
Country: United States
State: Indiana
Metro: South Bend
Gender: Female
Interests: Listening to the wind hum through the rigging. The buzz of a tattoo gun. Good friends and inside jokes. The peacefulness of graveyards. My Madagascar hissing cockroach (may he rest in peace), Ichabod. The color green. Spiders. Jewelry. Mosh pits. Climbing trees. Swing dancing. Regency era gowns. Chapstick. Swords. Laughing until my sides ache. Boxing. Classical music. Playing in the mud. Wearing long black gloves. Pirates. Singing. Fluffy armchairs, thick books, and ample supplies of tea. Fireplaces. The Crunching Patellas (see "inside jokes"). Pajamas fresh from the dryer. Baking. Pomegranates. And...encompassing all...
My Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
Expertise: Expert pirate. Excellent at listening intently and keeping secrets to the grave. Prayer warrior. Rescuer of various insects and arachnids. Admirable ability to imitate several European accents. Ability to crew a 150-foot four-masted gaff-rigged topsail schooner and a 150-foot four-masted barquentine. Ocean Point Inn Laundry Queen. In-N-Out Burger Babe.
Occupation: Other
Message: message me
Member Since:
2/6/2005
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| Meet AlexFor everyone who is close to me who hasn't met Alex yet, I wish for you to meet him vicariously. I want you to know what kind of person he is: like the birthday card he gave me, which was actually a thank-you card. Inside he wrote all the things I was or had done that he was thankful for, from the undercooked pizza I made one night to the way I raise one eyebrow to giving really great hugs. Or how, when we were just getting to know each other as friends, we stayed up until 4:00 in the morning just talking...twice. The first time was the day before my birthday, and when he found out it was my birthday he took me indoor skydiving. The second time we drove out to a dry lake bed to watch the sunrise while ridiculously car dancing to 80's tunes, and while we were driving back he told me he liked me. We then had our first "date" eating crossan'wiches at Burger King. He waited until we were watching the sunset at Red Rock Canyon to kiss me for the first time (and believe me, he had lots of opportunities before then). Our relationship motto, from the beginning, has been "No Codependency Allowed!" He tells me all the time how much he appreciates me, how much he values my honesty and that I give him the space he needs to study and spend time with his friends. He does the same for me. He initiates prayer at the end of our phone calls. We share our love of tea, and often brewed it together at my house. When we set boundaries in our relationship, he keeps them, and he's told me over and over again that he respects me too much to make the mistakes both of us have made in past relationships. He makes me laugh deep belly laughs for many minutes at a time, and he often surprises me with his wittiness. He's carried me up the stairs when I've been tired or didn't feel well. He opens the car door, the library door, the restaurant door, whatever door I'm about to enter. I enjoy just being in the same room with him, even if he's concentrating on studying and I'm reading a book. He randomly blurts out adorably romantic things while we're on the phone or the computer (and in person, but it's been a while for that). He takes pictures of spiders and spiderwebs for me. He loves kippers and smoked cheddar on crackers, and all kinds of other excellent seafood.
There's an excellent introduction to my man Alex. Oh, theres more, much, much more, but that will do for now. Just wait until you meet him in person ;)
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| Well, you've probably seen this on many, many other Xanga sites...I've switched to Facebook.
I know, I know. I'm a traitor, what does Facebook have that Xanga doesn't have, blah blah. I have an answer to that, and here it is: Xanga doesn't have bumper stickers. And I no longer think I could live without them.
I actually wasn't using this very much anyways. I know I should be writing more, and I'm going to try to start again. It will be on Xanga, since I can automatically load my posts on to facebook. I have one coming about my most recent tattoo, as soon as I get pictures (yes, Amy, that was directed at you :p), and one coming probably tomorrow about Alex. And yes, it will be so sappy it might be unbearable for some, but I'm going to post it anyway, so there, because everyone should know, especially my friends and family who might not know otherwise, how good he is to me and how happy and grateful I am to be his girl.
So, Facebook is where I've been, in case you were wondering. In case I have any faithful readers left at all.
I'll try to remember to write tomorrow ;)
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| Children scare me.
They always have...not playing with them, but the thought of being in
charge of them. So I'm not sure what kind of crazy I was that made me
agree when Amy asked me to chaperon for her 4th-5th grade girls campout
and also teach a lesson, but I can tell you I was seriously regretting
it on Friday as I was packing. In fact, I almost called Amy in the
morning and told her I was sick. Two days in charge of seven girls,
specifically in charge of three? And having to teach a lesson to these
squirmy, easily bored kids?? Nooo thank you. But I already promised,
and Amy didn't have anyone else to ask...so I went through with it,
scared until we arrived at the campsite with all the girls.
It was amazing. I had three lovely, smart, funny kids who got along
great. All of the girls listened during my lesson, answered questions,
and even remembered what I had taught at the end of the campout. I was
so happy. Get this...one of my girls, Makayla, loved spiders, climbing
trees, and going barefoot. She was adorable and so smart. All the kids
had a great time...and my paralyzing fear of ordering kids around is
much lessened. Plus...
I'm starting to think maybe having my own kids wouldn't be that bad. Especially if I could have a girl like Makayla.
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| Stress and PensHm, perhaps starting a relationship at the end of the semester was a bad idea. Don't get me wrong, starting a relationship with Alex wasn't a bad idea (at least not yet), but blossoming romance is supremely stifled by our impending final exams.
I bought a new pen yesterday. I've been without my favorite type of pen for several months now; I've been too cheap to shell out a few extra dollars for its gelled magnificence. Well, I'll never again feel guilty for my pen preference--after three straight months of major writer's block I'm suddenly shocked with inspiration, and I've had to squeeze several paragraphs in between grocery and packing lists at the very back of my very full journal to satiate my compulsion. The way my writing looks on paper matters, apparently. My creativity is stifled without my Pilot G-2 10 black gel pen that makes my handwriting look like it was written from an inkwell. I feel mystic, or intelligent, or especially historic (or maybe a combination of all three) when I write with this pen. I suppose that's the attitude I need in order to write. Suddenly the world is full of magic again, and I can transcribe it to paper once more.
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