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November 4th, 2008

08:46 am - If you're old enough....

to go vote, if you haven't already.


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September 28th, 2008

11:43 am - The fourth is really the perfect interval.
I'll issue my congratulations, but not tell the rest of the public why yet. They'll just have to figure out on their own. =)

I've never been so happy for another person, or known in my heart so certainly that this is the absolute right thing.

I love you so much. What a wonderful adventure.

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September 18th, 2008

05:09 pm
It's weird not to have you here anymore.

I keep thinking about all of the ways that, in spite of your similarities, you were uniquely you and unlike Hazel....the way your fur was so much silkier and longer, how calm and quiet you were, and how much more reserved you were. It took you a while to make friends, but you loved the ones you had.

Hazel misses you a lot. I think she'll be okay, though.

I love you, Clara. May you rest in peace.

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September 9th, 2008

01:54 pm
To the people on my message board:

I understand that you do not like Obama. I understand that you are apprehensive about some of his policies and political leanings, and his lack of experience. That's fine.

However, when you rant on and on about how he's a "communist," a "Muslim," would "pull the troops from Iraq upon his inauguration," how he "isn't a legal" and how his middle name apparently dictates his personality, you look like an immature, uninformed moron. Grow up and start talking about real issues, minus the insults.

Sure, there has been some negative politics toward McCain and Palin. I think those are morally and intellectually wrong as well. However, the negative attention certainly isn't *fair and balanced.*

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September 8th, 2008

02:06 pm
If you're congregating in the middle of the street, especially while drunk, I really don't care what your IQ is or what you study: you're an idiot, and you deserve to be run over. You also have no right to glare at me. Get on the sidewalk, moron.

Honestly- is there anyone who truly ENJOYS the game-crazed, screaming, sweating, pushing-through-crowds, drunk-before-noon-on-crappy-tasting-beer scene?

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September 4th, 2008

08:38 pm - John is sleeping
"All I know is that the wine lasts longer when you don't have to share it with someone...." -Jonathan Coulton.


Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

I may regret this later. Oh well. That's what delete buttons are for.

I have been having really FUCKED UP dreams lately. I dreamt, for instance, that I was writing a thesis on the history of medieval music, but two of the five or so chapters were on "Harranda Root" (which is, I believe, a made-up plant for the game Oblivion) and "The history of the Bicycle." I remember thinking that I really had something going with the latter. However, I couldn't conduct my research because the two TV shows that were to be my main source- one a cartoon and one a wine-tasting show- had been cancelled. I freaked out until I realized that my friend Sean was an expert on wines (IRL, he isn't- not even close) and that he could help me. I met him at the Olive Garden, which had DVD players at every booth, and some inane movie was on. Sean was talking in this horrendously fake Italian accent and refused to help me until I adopted a similar accent. When I finally did, he put in another DVD, took off, and suddenly the place transformed into an empty Toys R Us store with plenty of references to Arcadia (which was real in this dream); apparently, the True Fae are about 5'5, look like they have Downs Syndrome, and absolutely hate any references to Old World Changeling. Then there was something about Juno MacGuff and my late dog, Pablo....

Last night I dreamt that John turned into my manager, Jimmy, and we adopted a two-year-old baby girl. We were in my mom's gameroom and I was preparing to go to sleep when I realized that this probably isn't a good idea. I came back into the room and not only was Jimmy there, but Ray and Jared were there as well (I guess my psyche decided to spare you, Chris). Ray was like, "Well, I guess this isn't a decision that you're going to regret for the rest of your life!" and then started behaving very....oddly....with Jimmy.

Chris, if you ever bring this up to Ray, Jimmy, or Jared, I will so kick your ass. And Braden's. I'm not drunk enough to risk that much eternal teasing. Though, apparently it's affecting my typing skills, as I keep having to backspace and slowly, slowly type what I actually MEAN to say.

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08:32 pm

So, altosaxbaritone, your LiveJournal reveals...

You are... 11% unique (blame, for example, your interest in strudel box) and 19% herdlike (partly because you, like everyone else, enjoy writing). When it comes to friends you are popular. In terms of the way you relate to people, you are keen to please. Your writing style (based on a recent public entry) is conventional.

Your overall weirdness is: 27

(The average level of weirdness is: 28.
You are weirder than 60% of other LJers.)

Find out what your weirdness level is!

Hehe. Strudel box in a strudel vox. Wow.

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08:26 pm

I was going to rant about how wrong it was to look down upon blue-collar workers.

Buuuuut....I have wine and pie.

I is a happy Lindsay.

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July 14th, 2008

05:40 pm - Just please, don't even ask.
We knew it would be hard. I mean, we'll get through it either way, but it would make him so happy.

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July 13th, 2008

08:40 pm
I think my views on punishment have changed drastically since my internship. Whether this is because my eyes were simply opened to reality or my position as an intern was utterly abused is still to be seen, but I know I can't have been this harsh before. My first reaction whenever anything goes wrong with a kid is punish, punish, punish, and that's kind of scary. I had a bit of a breakdown (and by bit, I mean that I was up till 5AM crying on poor John's shoulder) a while ago about this, and I hadn't really realized up until that point just how bad things were. I had never told him some of the worse instances during that time period, and he seemed frankly shocked by all of it, and when asked what he would do he simply said, "I would have marched right up to my sponsor and asked to drop the internship." Coming from him- someone who hates even in theory to give up on any kid- that means quite a bit.

Going to Mass with Valerie, Mike, and Connie is always something I look forward to when I come to the Ohio trip. Today, during the service (the priest was rather feeble and difficult to understand), I caught myself wondering just how much Maggie and Brini know about Jesus and other religious events/people. I was especially curious of Maggie's knowledge because at her age I had already been in Catholic school for a year and was eagerly awaiting second grade, in which I could learn how to do confessions and take Communion like the big kids. I don't even know if she knows what that is. Asking her right now would be fruitless, as she's absorbed in playing with Katherine and Anna downstairs, but I may ask later, just out of curiousity. I don't want to force her into any Catholic ideas because I don't want her to grow up and realize that she never had a choice, like Evan and myself; however, a little information isn't always a bad thing. I'd like her to make a choice, but I would prefer that it be an informed choice rather than just a default one due to ignorance.

I need to take a shower. I'm full of slide suds, pond water, and probably a few hay stalks.

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