doh! i went home to do laundry (and to celebrate my dad's birthday!) and what do i forget on my drive up to east lansing? my laundry. suuuuuper. now i get (have) to drive home again to go get it. there goes 14 dollars worth of gas. things could be worse.

the last sentence of my last blog was all wrong... i really meant the prospect of a hook up is really almost like being involved with someone. because you are so sure that this vibe you're feeling so hard core, the other person is feeling too, and all of a sudden the both of you will come to your senses and just go at it. of course, in this story, nothing happens, and you just go home and write a blog instead. oh, man.

i was talking to a friend about jealousy. i guess his girlfriend of 2 1/2 years broke up with hiim last year, and he was just crushed. now, about 6 months later and whatnot, he has started seeing another girl. he told his ex, who he is still good friends with, and a couple of days later, she started asking him "when are you going to come visit me?" and stuff. totally wants his ass now. POINT of my story. he said something to the effect of girls are fucked up. i agreed, and told him about jealousy. i said girls are the most jealous creatures ever, and it was because of this new chick that the ex was all let's hook up. then he asked me a little more about jealousy, and i made some grand statement that you had to have been involved with someone to be jealous. like, you can't be jealous if matt damon has a girlfriend... if your hot neighbor has a girlfriend, you aren't really entitled to be jealous of her. so, to get to the point of my story once again. i take that back. you can definately be jealous of someone you've never been involved with, because sometimes the prospect of a hook up is more exciting than the hook up itself. and that is all i mean.

is it just me, or are you having a hard time believing people too?

well, nothing i ever say is really mine... so this is from nicole's away message: always behave like a duck: keep calm and unruffled on the surface but paddle like hell underneath
isn't that nice?

oh, only 21 more minutes of my blog's first birthday. the cake was awesome. (Big IM smiley)

ahhhh Esc + 1 + S has once again made me feel 13. when am i going to grow up and start acting normal? two entirely different things, but still. so... no one will hire me. i've done the application thing, the interview thing, the random call up people from the classifieds thing, and i'm still unemployed! shiiiiiiiiiiiit. i know all of you real world friends of mine who have been doing this thing for a while now are used to it, and i'm really not this immature/wimpy/relient type of person, but i can't pay my bills! and i have no cash! and i am in debt! and i cannot find a job! ok, ENOUGH of that, sick. i was interviewed by the state news today! i'm famous twice over. hahaha remember that sick picture of me from last year! hahahahahahah. anyway.

it's almost like i don't know how to blog anymore. fitting seeing as how tomorrow is the day i started my blog last year. hmmm. is Dear Blog, Love Lindsay becomming extinct?

i can already feel the stress of the whole semester for one of my classes. and i don't usually experience stress, i'm lucky like that. any of my die-hard, hard-core blog readers may remember me bitching and complaining about a class i had last fall... statics. well this fall, i am so lucky to be able (barf) to experience the pleasure of taking it's older sister of a class... an even bigger bitch... mechanics of deformable solids. now, what exactly is mechanics of deformable solids, you may ask? yeah, well i ask the same damn thing, cuz hell if i know. ay caramba. anyway, all of this complaining makes me feel like someone who takes everything she has for granted, i'm really not that negative. you know what i do like? when i have an 8 am class, and i have to leave my apartment at 7:15 to walk to class. really, i'm not lying. cuz it's so neat (you read it, neat) that people are UP at 7:15, myself included. and it's so cool in the morning, and when i cut across the lawn to cross the street (i look both ways) my toes get wet from the dew on the grass. i love it! alright, take it easy, gotta end this sometime.

september has begun.