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Spending memorial day with Han

After watching Episode 3, I have reverted into uber Star Wars geekdom, and now must watch all 3 of the original episodes (4-6).

I watched the Empire Strikes Back yesterday, and I have come to a shocking realiztaion: I am in love with Han Solo. Yes, it's true. It is only fitting that I was Princess Leia on Linda's little Star Wars Blog Astrology test thingie...we're in love with the same man.

And, my only plans for the day are to curl up my cat, Clifford, pop in Return of the Jedi and watch my man get un-frozen.

And, after that, I might flea bomb my room because I am getting eaten alive.

I can see the light.

And we're back (on the waiting list for rehab, that is). Praise the Lord. Everything feels so different today.

I am going to go have a beer with Drew to celebrate. (Is that weird? and ironic? drinking beer to celebrate my friend getting into rehab? OK. I am not going to think about it...)

I just don't know.

what do I do? what do I do? what do I do? what do I do?

(welcome to my inner monologue)

I did not sign up for this.

8:00 pm I get a phone call.

"Hey Linds, are you free? can you watch Taylor tonight for a little bit? I just found out about an AA meeting, and I think I should go."

"OK, no prob, I will be right over." (Cancel Dairy Queen plans with Danielle, head over to hang with Taylor. this is what I came up here for, after all.)

2 hours later, she's home. And she's a mess. Her eyes are red and watery, her face pink and puffy. I ask her how the meeting was.
"Shitty", was the only answer I got.

As I leaned in to hug her goonight, I was confronted with the sickly stench of alcohol, slightly masked beneath a thin layer of cigarette smoke. And it hit me like a ton of bricks: this is going to be a long month. And I really don't know where to go from here.

clack-tastical

here I am, in Clackamas, Oregon.
My dad turned 51 yesterday. he looks more like Tim Robbins every day.
I bit all my nails off today, for no particular reason.
I'm driving a Daewoo.
Tiffany did not get accepted into the rehab program she applied for. And now we don't know what we're going to do. For now, I'm "on call" for school pick-ups, etc. I think I will be getting a lot of calls...Tiffany is a walking disaster.
And I'm going to go to bed early, because it seems like the thing to do.

Kingdom of the Dinosaurs

(You get cool points if you know what my title is referencing)

I forgot to mention one small detail in the last post:

I AM MOVING TO OREGON ON SUNDAY. for a month. I will be back in LA on June 21.

A close friend of mine is checking into rehab on Friday and has no one to take care of her 6 year old daughter. I am lucky enought to have a flexible job - I can work from anywhere - and I've been asking God for the best way to help those that can't help themselves. So, when presented with this opportunity, I had to do it. It might not be Sudanese refugees - but it is someone that needs my help.

So, that's the news. Jeremy, I am very sorry to miss your birthday (I will throw you a party when I return, I swear). I'm sure I will be blogging about my new life as "Nanny Lindsay".

weird.

I keep making these to do lists, but nothing gets crossed out.

time for my bi-weekly stress freak out.
the ulcers are in full gear, the canker sores and coming along nicely, and my head wants to dissattach itself from my neck to flee the tension headaches.

My stress coping methods are as follows: Coffee, coffee, coffee, myspace, more coffee, little sleep, a smoke or two, and to-do lists. I have to make to-do lists. So, today, I am going to include you in this process. Here is my list, this is what I have to do. I will not number these items, because there isn't any discernable order in which I need to do these things.

Lindsay Strannigan: TO DO, May 18th

Pack for Oregon
Pay car payment
Find that parking ticket you lost (stupid) so as not to incur any more fines
Book summer tour for Cold War Kids
Book summer tour for Careen
get Jpg's/logos/band photos so you can have an awesome website
Fill out survey for Haken graphic designer
Shop for Jen's shower present
Plan Jen's shower
Buy baklava/hummus/other ethnic and Armenian type foods
Teach yourself how to make Turkish coffee
See as many friends as possible before Sunday
Clean room
Do dishes
World domination
Find boyfriend

The neon windjammer.

This is a note I received on my myspace (from Vern Moen) regarding my rollerdisco pic. And, for whatever reason, I feel inclined to share it with you all.

Subject title: a score is 20 except in soccer unless its from reallyfaraway

"hi lindsay this is vern. hello. i want to write a short story about your outfit...
"Well, the young lady once ran up the street. Her shoes quickly moving as she ran and ran...and nobody noticed that she was running. Not a single person came up to her and said, "hey, i saw you running!" today, would be different."
the end you are "the neon windjammer", and i am in awe. -v"

So, there you have it.
I AM THAT NEON WINDJAMMER.

Not a cold-hearted task master anymore...

People change, it's true. According to my most recent testing, I am not a power-hungry corporate bitch (AKA "Field Marshall). I am now a "visionary". Thank you, thank you...

Your #1 Match: ENTP

The Visionary You are charming, outgoing, friendly. You make a good first impression.You possess good negotiating skills and can convince anyone of anything.Happy to be the center of attention, you love to tell stories and show off.You're very clever, but not disciplined enough to do well in structured environments. You would make a great entrpreneur, marketing executive, or actor.

Your #2 Match: ENTJ

The Executive You are a natural leader - with confidence and strength that inspires others.Driven to succeed, you are always looking for ways to gain, power, knowledge, and expertise.Sometimes you aren't the most considerate person, especially to those who are a bit slow.You are not easily intimidated - and you have a commanding, awe-inspiring presence. You would make a great CEO, entrepreneur, or consultant.

What's" Your Personality Type?

12:18 pm is my magic time

I just noticed that I posted on May 10 and 11 at exactly 12:18 p.m. Uncanny...

In other news: I am a failure of a booking agent (we're cancelling half of Careen's tour), I have not heard back from the William Morris Agency, I had a turkey/avocado/cream cheese bagel and PBR for lunch, and my bladder is seemingly overactive today (I pee every 45 minutes or so. Does that mean I'm dying? Or diabetic? That's what happened to Stacey in the Babysitter's Club).

Maybe if I had a love life I'd have something to write about othen than my lunch choices and the babysitters club? But, for now, sit back...relax...and let me write about petty things.

Thank you,
The management

"Journal of a Roller Disco Addict"

http://www.cubby.net/worldofcubby/rollermadness/

I don't know where I find this stuff.

Why all this white space?

I publish a link to some photos and now there's this mass of white space.
This is me trying to rid myself of this white space.
Is it working?

Who's with me?

I am officially moving to Rwanda. Or Sudan. Maybe Somalia. I'd even consider Ethiopia or Kenya.

The point is: all I can think about is Africa.

After watching The Lost Boys of Sudan, Amandla!, and Hotel Rwanda, I can't help but feel a certain uneasiness about my life. I have been given so much and I do so little with it. Granted, I know moving to Africa is a bit unrealistic, so in the meantime I would like to use my resources to help those who can't help themselves. Refugees are of particular interest to me.

So, if you've got any ideas...I'm all ears. (Especially if it has to do with helping Somali/Sudanese refugees in the Los Angeles areas. I have NO clue how to get involved with that, but I'm going to find out.)

"Speak up for those who cannot speak up for themselves, for the rights of those who are destitute." - Proverbs 31:8

the phantom roommate.

quick synopsis of my time this week:
Las Vegas, Perspectives class, homework days in Whittier, Cold War Kids Cinco de Mayo parties, breakfast dates with attractive men, photo shoots with Cameron of the 13 colonies, and the ISM party at the LAB.

that's all I've done since Monday night. and now I'm heading to Big Bear with Matt Maust because he's taking pictures of Danny Vasquez's wedding and I am just tagging along. It seemed like a good thing to do.

so, uh, this goes out to Becca. because I don't see her anymore. I get home after she's in bed and I wake up when she's gone for work. Maybe that's because I am totally and completely irresponsible. But, if you were wondering, Becca -- (1) No, haven't made out with anyone (2) No word back from William Morris yet. But I did write them an email today (3) Still haven't watched Hotel Rwanda, thank you for your patience in this matter.

I think that about covers it. I'll be home tomorrow. And I am very sorry to miss the prom party and the possibility of new and enticing males. very sorry indeed...

the 4 hour mark.

I interviewed at the William Morris agency today for an Agent's assistant position in the International Music department. (booking tours for Snoop Dogg in Europe. yeah!)

I was there for FOUR HOURS, interviewed by three people, and was given a tour of the entire music dept (which included roughtly 15 ridiculously good looking young men).

It was about the most nerve wracking experience of my life. They even tested my typing and spelling skills.

so now I wait and wait and wait and wait and see if they liked me and if I remembered to say all the right things and make eye contact and stand up straight and kiss ass but not too much ass and all that good stuff...

we shall see. I stayed 4 hours, so they had to like something, huh?

concerning the Lord and slot machines...

So I've decided...
The Lord does not want me to double my paycheck in Las Vegas.

Eric won $60 on a quarter machine. $1, one spin, and he's $60 richer.
Josie won $26 off a penny slot.

I came out with:
Negative $20.
One vodka cranberry (whilst playing penny slots. much more juice than vodka, obviously)
One Vodka Tonic (whilst playing Nickel slots at the Wynn. not a bad amount of vodka in this one)
One dollar paid to me for one cigarette. I figure I made about 75 cents on this.

So, either God likes Josie and Eric better....or he was teaching me a valuable lesson about the perils of gambling. Or maybe the Lord had nothing to do with it and I just lost a few bucks to a rigged gaming machine. Or I'm not supposed to gamble and I need to start a cigarette peddling busniess. I think that's the answer...