thereallindsay

Big day today.

Fri, 07 Aug 2009 19:17:17 GMT

So far,
I've showered, tried to sign up for classes online (wasn't working), went to go get gas, (the gas station lady apparently doesn't know how to ring up a transaction; however, she did tell me my hair was cute so that's cool I guess...)
Almost got hit by an old lady running a stop sign on my way home; honked at her so many times and the bitch didn't even look up or give the "I'm-sorry" wave. Ugh.

Now I'm just waiting for Kyle to get off work so I can start helping him move into his new house. Stooooked :]
Only, I get to clean hahahha.
What up, Dyson Vacuum? :)
I'm going to need another shower.

Best friend is probably spending the night tonight; we're gunna make apple crisp for bubba as a congrats on moving in.

Sweeeeet!

I would think that

Fri, 31 Jul 2009 18:20:23 GMT

when my dad goes out of town for a vacation, he'd maybe ease up on calling me as much as he does when he's home.

Nooope.
It's the opposite.

It's like COME ON guy,
I'm 18 years old, quit breathing down my neck!
...yes, of course, I fed the dog;
...yes, my rat has water;
...yes, I've already brought in the paper and gotten the mail;
...yes, the air conditioning is off!... no I only ran it for an hour!...

You. Are. On. Vacaaaaaation.
Piss. The. Fuck. Off.

5 hours of sleep and I work at 2.
All I wanted to do was sleep in.
Can't do that ever when he's home, and still can't do it when he's not.
Jesus Christ.

I need to stop updating this every two weeks,

Fri, 31 Jul 2009 10:53:39 GMT

or else I'll write either really, really long entries - OR - I'll be too lazy, like I am right now, and write a short summary of what's been going on lately.

So, let's see:
My bills now amount to around $250 or so to live at home, not including car insurance, gas, cigs, clothes, feminine/bathroom products, etc.
Fuck.

Kyle and I are going out.

Christie and I have been fighting lately.
She opens her mouth too much and I retaliate and I don't think she's used to that from me.
We argued today for instance, and after some hours, she texts me asking if I am still mad.
I reply with something along the lines of "It's not my fault I can't drive because I can't see out of my eye..."

[I have an upper eyelid infection by the way. Not pink eye, just bacterial shit.]

"...and honestly, i'm over it so whatever."
She asked me if we were still friends.

Hahaha.
Well yeah I mean, friends fight sometimes.
And it's a test of friendship to see if and/or how you get over your little bumps in the road, which I planned to.

But yeah.

Tommy says he's jealous that I have a boyfriend.
Whatever dude get over it. I'm over you. You have a girlfriend and have for like a year and some odd stuff now, not to mention we live like an hour apart.
I told him the other day to quit trying to be a mindfuck.

Really, no idea WHY I am still up at 4am, when I work at 3 tomorrow, and I got home at 2 this morning.
I really should try to go to bed.

It feels so nice

Mon, 30 Mar 2009 19:02:31 GMT

to be able to finally tell people exactly what I feel about them.
Don't like it? Fuck off.
I'm sick of people thinking they can talk shit and get away with it. I wish people would just tell me point-blank.
If you don't like me, tell me, and we'll just ignore each other; drama-free; like things should be anyways. That's how adults handle things.
Until then, if you don't like me, just don't talk to me or about me. It's pretty simple.

Thank you and have a lovely day. :)

friends only.

Thu, 06 Dec 2007 20:11:42 GMT

Beware: this is real, raw, uncut Lindsay.
What I say in here can - and will quite possibly - cause offense, hurt, anger...etc.
And I don't give a damn. It's my journal, my thoughts, my life.
Can't say I didn't warn you.
:)

Keep your drama away.
Don't read my journal if you don't like what I say in it.