Lyndseytarrants' Journals

oh now you're scared?

what is bothering me:

people asking other people via-internet to stop telling them they look like hayley williams just because they have red hair. when they, in fact, look nothing like, dress nothing like, have no common facial features like, hayley williams.

the person in front of me driving with their blinkers on, the person in front of me driving with their headlights on in broad daylight

someone that thinks their life is interesting enough to constantly talk about it

an actor/actress who is good at what they do, but always seems to be cast as the person to die and leave one of the main characters a widower

knowing the concept of time

the inability to see anything straight through

this is what happens

let's start this off where my last blog left off ... well, sort of.

i got a twitter. go figure. and then i decided a stickam account would be a great idea. yeah, not. i don't even know what that place is for. just use skype. (when i actually go on my stickam account i'm probably going to like it)

anyhizzle,

get on with your day. warm, sunny days are coming. i am excited.

fuck twitter, i'm all for tumblr

follow me?

lynseafish.tumblr.com

don't leave me hanginnng.

... uh, please?

dream on

2009 is tomorrow and i don't have a lot of key wrap-ups for this year. in it's own ways, 2008 has been more of chill-out year than any other. i've become a year older and year more independent. i'm allowed to do a little bit more and i've been to more than one show within a 3yr breaking period. i've had ryland tell me happy birthday and seriously considered telling john o i may or may not be in love with him. i met some awesome people and figured out exactly where i stood at my school and with myself (though, i thank the "self" thing to 2007; that year was the prime of my teenage stickle).

so here's my 2008 highlights

asking gabe saporta one of the dumbest questions in the entire universe before a css rager, "you ready for this, gabe?"

dancing on stage with cobra starship

not seeming to grow out of being able to buy a pair of jeans that fit me

figuring out that maybe i'm not such a bad person after all

seeing paramore from god knows how many feet away and still feeling the enjoyment of "we are paramore" (and screaming, "i am, though!", when hayley asked if we were actually going to sing with her when everyone was too busy crowd surfing to notice we were halfway through a song).

laughing hysterically with my best friend. a lot. all the time. like earlier today.

b-rad

wondering when the fuck this year would be over with

getting overly worked up and pissed that blg wasn't going to make it to missouri ... again (and this time with good charlotte, metro station, and the maine) of all people

getting my warped tour ticket

having danny from the audition express to me how my sunglasses were fucking cool ... and then taking a picture about it

one of my best friends falling off of her porch bawling her eyes out

FF5 ... finally

going to the all time low concert and promising to go to every one that came to town after that

telling derek of mayday parade that i want my life to be a jamie all over

wanting to pass american govt and never care or hear about politics again

except for obama, that's cool

ftsk. srs handholding.

martin johnsons chin. priceless. new bff.

photography ambitions

"i want to go to college. shit."

having the last kiss become my too favorite of a movie

prince of persia scarves

becoming enlightened and writing about it

working every day except for mon. and wed. and dreading every second of it

the hush sound and some serious one on one serenading time <3

hoping to god the 2009 warped tour has a better turn out so i have something to do aug 3rd

free style rapping to embarass a friend or two

figuring out i like myself better than i like everyone else liking me (go me!)

signing the maines van and taking a picture or two of it

that isn't everything. but yknow ...

i have no resolution whatsoever. i like it better that way. i can improvise along the way and, hopefully, i can get something done with what i come up with in good time.

i celebrate christmas, but i'm wishing everyone the best of holidays (and i digress)

happy holidays, all. it's become a sort of commercialized experience within any year i can remember of celebrating what christmas offers.

it isn't about gifts, though, it is about giving. give, take, be with your family, and stuff your face with mashed potatoes and your grandmas famous ... er, stuffing? i like mine for her great boxed in pumpkin pie.

seriously. when you open your presents and think they are the coolest things ever. remember, be thankful and hope to above that there is a next year. within these past two weeks i have come to realize that things really do happen within the blink of an eye.

and, maybe, i'm a changing person because of it.

but we always say that, don't we?

once again, happy holidays. make the best of them. they are worth being together.

srs

britney spears' real comeback hit when i got my rolling stones in the mail today. i'm getting the cd CIRCUS asap.

i'm counting down to the new year. and it better be fucking good.

i loved twilight. but that's probably just because i've always had a thing for rob pattison. the books are great.

but i'm wondering how the second movie will go.

... i want some fuckin' fiji in a smartwater bottle.

up in my head

i need a pill for my jealously.

I'm tired of feeling blocked into scratching for myself. I don't like feeling like I have to protect every aspect of who I am so that no one else can snatch or steal it.

I want a life of breathing. Let me breathe. Get away.

way to call me out

I really want to see that new movie "Burn After Reading". It looks halrious.

Keep Travis Barker, DJ AM, the victims, and their families in whatever prayers you believe in. It's tragic what happened.

We lost big time to Grove last night. Got our asses owned. It was sad. We scored like, a total of two touch downs to their ... uh, six (I think). Our first loss. But I had fun with every one that showed up. It's been awhile since I've seen a crowd that big turn out to our football games. With a 21 game losing streaaaaaaaaaaak, it was happy to see Houston support.

I need more books to read. And I need to actually try and finish the Harry Potter series. I've been wanting to watch the fourth movie for awhile now. I'm in love with Cedric D. (or .. Edward ... or whatever you want to call him). He's a hottie. Had to say it.

So ... know of any good CDs to pick up? I'm out of the loop.

xo.lyndsey

don't be so hard on yourself

Storms have been rocking little old Houston, Missouri and I have been seriously considering making a how-to video on how to pronounce my last name and how to spell my first. People are stupid. I'm wearing a Mizzou sweatshirt and I think I'm getting fatter. School tomorrow. I need to finish my homework on Barack Obama and John McCain. I'm pulling for Obama. He's an incredible speaker. John McCain was a war vetern. Either way, I'm tired of hearing people bitch about how no one realizes the slow change Obama isn't talking about with independence of middle eastern oils and how P.O.W John McCain crashed a trillion and one planes and sucked at his job. Pull your own vote and swing your own voice. It'll get you somewhere eventually.

Caleb and I messed around after I got off work today. I returned two movies: Vacancy and Smart People. I know I'm a little behind on watching either; but I only got to one. And that was Vacancy. If you haven't seen it, wait 'til it goes in the five dollar bin at Wal-Mart. It kept me on edge the entire time but the whole plot twist dwindled to nothing. It was just creepy. And realistic. Unfortunately (as previously mentioned) I didn't get to Smart People. I hope to watch it soon.

He left the room and I was trying to tell him to come back before, "..it'll be too late!!"

I didn't get to watch the VMAs. But anymore it's just boring. I miss Good Charlotte and Britney Spears PERFORMANCES.

I want to work at a coffee shop and meet mysterious boys who smoke cigarettes and write poetry. Like Dan from Gossip Girl in the BOOKS. Except he looks more like Dan from the show and is as normal as show Dan. Whichever.

blah blah blah blah

Took a day off with my friend Andrew to go on up to Rolla and check out the third Mummy movie. Started the day early, returning rented movies and taking a weird lap with A'ndrea. Left with Andrew around elevenish and went to Waffle House. I had waffles, of course. Yum.

And the movie really wasn't what I wanted it to be. Though there were cool parts to it that I had been wanting to see develop since the first and second ones were released nine and seven years ago, it was basically overplayed, overdramatic, terrible re-casts, and they should've just kept it to two productions or got better writers.

I was reading this blog and kept getting annoyed by the lack of spaces between commas. The space bar is a common tool used in the practice of writing. Comma or not. Why does this bother me? Idontknowbecauselookingatstupidshitlikethisbothersme,hahahahahhahahsadhahdahdahaha.

People can be idiots in any sense of the word.