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her? [10 Feb 2006|07:08am]
Arrested Development' final (?) four episodes air tonight at 8pm.
You know you don't have anything better to do.
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[27 Jan 2006|07:45pm]
Snoop + David Bowie in a commericial together.
It was only a matter of time.
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Danger: Rogue Psychology Major [28 Aug 2005|09:34pm]
I realize that this is a projection of my worries and fears about other people and things, but I'm actively worried about the people living on the Gulf Coast, despite the fact that I don't know any of them. So I'm praying for them, and I hope you all keep them in your thoughts, too.
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[15 Feb 2004|01:35am]
There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There's no knowing where were rowing
Or which way the river's flowing

Is it raining, is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a-blowing?

Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of hell a-glowing?
Is the grizzly reaper mowing?

Yes!

The danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they certainly aren't showing
Any signs that they are slowing
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I just want your extra time and your [27 Dec 2003|10:29pm]
We should all read the Washington Post
far more often.

Saddam Hussein, a dapper dictator in his salad days, was a metrosexual but emerged from his hole a pure heterosexual. Tim Russert is not a metrosexual, George Stephanopoulos is, Bill Clinton is an omnisexual, Ann Coulter is a psychosexual and Strom Thurmond was just a pig.

As for myself, I am still perplexed. I am a fervid fan of the late Cary Grant, who was the best-dressed actor ever to appear on the screen. (Just watch how his trouser pleats don't open when he crouches on a rooftop in "To Catch a Thief.") All Italians are metrosexuals and some French are, but not the British, because, among other things, they can't keep their socks up. For vacations, I prefer the Metrosexual Belt.

This confused the hell out of me. Salad days? What does that mean? Also, as I understand it, Cary Grant was not heterosexual, so does that mean he cannot be metrosexual? This article left me with many questions. But it mentioned Strom "n*****-lover" Thurmond, as my family calls him. We're a bunch of freaks.
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I am a bad, bad Christian. [24 Dec 2003|10:03pm]
I am such a heathen. I went to church tonight, for the third time since I've been in college.
So we sing. And then the pastor gives his Christmas message, which begins with how the government is trying to erase God from all things public. At the point where he talked about not being able to find stamps with the Virgin Mary on them, the lights went out. Mysterious "Christmas" smoke drifted in like a fog and a dim purple light lit the center of the pulpit, making the poinsettias on the sides look an erie purplish black. From behind me, I heard faint drumming. And I saw someone crawling across the floor. It was Prince, wearing a purple and white assless tunic, with a giant gold cross on the front. "Dig, if you will, a picture" he sang softly to the stunned congregation, as he strode seductively across the pulpit, stopping to lick the crucifix. "Of you and I engaged in a kiss" he continued, winking at the minister's wife. During the course of "When Doves Cry" the congregation could not help but climb to their feet as he shook his bare bottom at us. The choir broke into spontaneous dance. For his next song, Prince sang "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" in a falsetto while standing on top of the organ. We went crazy. The assistant pastor was weeping and crying "Praise the Lord." We held our lit candles up for the finale of "Purple Rain" and then Prince exited with another cloud of smoke. The lights came back on. The congregation resumed looking bored. And the pastor started talking about there are more Chanukah pins in the post office than Christmas "not that I have anything against Chanukah"[he clarifies].
In summation, I now remember why I go to church so rarely.
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You shut your mouth, how can you say I go about things the wrong way [05 Dec 2003|11:13pm]
[ mood | anxious ]

Elina made this picture of me

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He puts the "arm" in "smarm" [20 Nov 2003|01:30pm]
Um, if anyone is planning to watch ERtonight and doesn't want to be spoiled, stop reading this

So tonight we say goodbye to a much loved, "poisonous little one-armed midget," Dr. Romano. Oh, how we yearned for you and Lizzie to get it on. We felt your pain when you couldn't save Lucy after she'd been stabbed. And we thought you were an asshole the rest of the time. But we loved you just the same! Peace out, Rocket...unless you can regenerate yourself, Leornard Betts-style, in which case, kudos!
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Are the beans made of people? [17 Nov 2003|06:09pm]
The Oracle says: Chris Cornell has a Bacon number of 2.

Chris Cornell was in Singles (1992) with Matt (I) Dillon
Matt (I) Dillon was in Wild Things (1998) with Kevin Bacon
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Look at the bones! [12 Nov 2003|08:18am]
I dreamed I went to Niagra Falls to visit Alanna (who lived there in an apartment with 3 guys from New Jersey). When we left, we entered a spaceship, which we had to put together ourselves. Neato. The cook for the spaceship was autistic and came at me with a knife, but I was totally unafraid. I just turned around and left the kitchen...and walked into the cafeteria of DuVal High School, where sitting at a table was my friend, a two-headed man (one head was this guys James from work; the other head was Anders), who shared his (their?) cranberry sherbert with me. Some drunk girls came up to us, rambled incoherently, and passed out, and Michael Palin came in to drag them off. I'm late for class.
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[11 Nov 2003|09:03pm]
MAY:
Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful [that's a strong word]physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.


It's weird filling this out. But yeah, some of this is me...the stubborn, focused, my neck hurts all the time part. The rest, eh, maybe, maybe not. Eek. I got an award today, they gave me money for books ($100!). BONUS, my dad went to my sister's thing, so I didn't have to sit in between my parents, awesome! No one likes being in the middle...
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Hockey sticks! [10 Nov 2003|11:44pm]
[ mood | stressed ]

Your Superhero Identity For Today Is:


Name: Thunder Woman
Secret Identity: Lindsey McDaniel
Special Power: Invisibility
Transportation: Psionic Scooter
Weapon: Psychotronic Rifle
Costume: Vinyl Cowl
Sidekick: Ginger
Nemesis: Eric the Evil
Tragic Flaw: Fear of falling
Favorite Food: Ritz Crackers



So this week is sucking. Two exams, two papers, a banquet where I may be sitting between my mother and father (incidently, they can't stand each other), I gotta go home on Thursday night, and on Friday I'm allegedly seeing some people from high school (incidently, these things almost never pan out, and are sometimes cancelled mere hours before they are slated to take place. This will be problematic, since I'd have to take the train all the way to College Park, which I don't really want to do). It's MONDAY and I'm ready for this week to just end. I couldn't sleep last night. Why? Because I was worried about my future. Not the test I had this morning, but what I'm going to do when I graduate a year from now (or less, part of the reason I was worried). This kept me up at night a full year in advance. I am a crazy person. I give up. Welcome, psychotic break, I greet you with open arms, a break from reality sounds pretty good right about now, thanks.
Speaking of psychotic breaks, I think it's pretty morose of me to walk around campus, looking at my fellow students and wondering which of them is in the 2-3% of people 18-24 that will be schizophrenic, and which of those schizophrenics will attack me randomly with a large kitchen knife.
I've been watching the trashiest of trashy TV shows, "The 5th Wheel", for a paper. And I have to research it, and treat it seriously, when after watching about 3 hours of it over the past few days, I just want to vomit.
My dad is going to be pissed tomorrow because he didn't hear about the banquet from me, he had to hear it second hand from one of my siblings. And my mom is going to be annoyed that my father came to one of my school functions even though he's not involved, whatsoever. But actually, she doesn't come either. She only meets my friends if I bring them home or something.
There's a lot going on in this post. Mostly I am unable to deal with other people right now, they are making me crazy (although not as crazy as I am making myself. Don't need help in that department, thanks).

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This is a tasty burger [05 Nov 2003|10:57am]
[ mood | hot ]

Patient: I've got a hangnail, and it's very painful
Dr. Greene: I've got a brain tumor, and it's inoperable. I win!



I do not live in reality. Not one bit


::edit::

Is it appropriate to have a crush on a dead, dead composer? (Read: I have a crush on Chopin; I've been crushing a lot lately, haven't I? On old guys. Interesting.)

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I AM ANDY GARCIA (i think this is funny, for some reason) [04 Nov 2003|04:49pm]
How hot is John Edwards?
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And you have stupid hair! [02 Nov 2003|03:17pm]
"I have a sweatshirt" said Chris Buerger, as Kayley and I carried our crap to the car. And so it began.

Kayley, Alanna, and I went to see Nicole for her birthday/Halloween this weekend at Penn State (motto: I drink, therefore I am). State College, PA was a coooool town, full of college students, which is amazing to me. If it weren't so dag-on cold in the winter and in the middle of cow country, it would be a very cool place to live. We went to a Halloween party (technically, *three* Halloween parties) as Uma Thurman, Buffy, and a vampire. I got a full body grope from a very drunk guy who introduced himself twice and kept telling me I was gorgeous.
(Some drunk guy: "I don't know if you can tell, but I'm a little drunk."
Uma/Alanna: "No way! Lindsey, could you tell he was drunk?" Hilarious!)
We played Scattergories a couple times and watched Seventh Heaven (why?). We did other things that I can't remember right now 'cause I'm multitasking. Kayley drove the whole way (*LOVE* her)

When Kayley and I returned and carried our crap back to the building, who should we run into but Chris Buerger
"I saw you leaving, and now I see you coming back" And then he pats my bag, gives us the thumbs up, and walks away.
I like odd coincidences
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Wink wink, nudge nudge, know what I mean, say no more [29 Oct 2003|09:37am]
So I saw Eric Idle Monday night and got his autograph. The show was fabulous and I TOUCHed him. Whee!

If only it had been Michael Palin.

In other news, that night, I dreamed about being in a gun fight at 7-11 and then being chased by the sniper through a department store and into an impressive maze of a fitting room. He was wearing a dress.

And last night I dreamed about having a lot of sex, some of it inside the reflecting pool in front of Ultimate Phallus. This, too, is odd. I don't have sex dreams, and when I do its certainly never me having sex. So that was odd.

sexandviolencesexandviolence
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You mean you have photographs? [22 Oct 2003|08:39pm]
Have you ever been on the phone with someone who is pouring their heart out to you...and you really have to pee, I mean *really* have to pee? I should have said something instead of listening patiently and running to the bathroom when I hung up. I'm a doormat.
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You as crazy as your mama! [21 Oct 2003|07:25pm]
I'm drinking orange soda. Do white people drink orange soda? My friend Katherine does. But she does not drink pinapple soda. But then, my sister doesn't like pinapple soda, either. I wish the part of my brain that is currently occupied with figuring out why I only ever see black people drinking orange soda could be occupied with, say, nuclear physics or something else along the lines of not entirely unimportant.
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Bored now [17 Oct 2003|07:59pm]
I got Final Jeopardy, and none of the contestants did. I'm awesome. (My fate as a big dork is sealed)

My day included a honeybaked ham sandwich. I love ham sandwiches.


What do you really think of me?
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Oh, my God, they're TURKEYS! [13 Oct 2003|01:27pm]
So I just came back from the Bay area again. It was an enjoyable trip. My favorite Kayley drove me to the airport in rush hour (the girl is a saint). Someone almost left her shoes at the security checkpoint. Somehow, this morongirl made it all the way to the gate and onto the plane unassisted, and successfully got to Oakland. Jeff picked me up from the airport. Skipping ahead, much Star Trek was watched, and we got our movie on hardcore (I suspect he, too, has a heterocrush on Johnny Depp. Find me a person on this earth without a crush on Johnny Depp.) I had the Sandwich of Life (turkey with mango chutney). We took pictures of synthesizers and mixers and voice modulators for hours one day (dorks, yes), and IMed each other from the same room (627-style). And I heard T.A.T.U.'s version of "How Soon Is Now" which is a hilarious thing (it's not supposed to be. Shamefully, I ended up liking it, kind of. While I'm thinking about it, if anyone has the Wedding Singer Soundtrack, I'd very much like you to burn me a copy. Pleeeeeeease). I almost missed my flight yesterday. I ran to the gate, Home Alone-style. I was seated behind an old woman with the flatulance of a 15 year old boy who won a chili dog eating contest, and a young man with the lungs to a 95-year-old 2 pack a day smoker. So I didn't sleep. Instead, I stayed up watching 80's videos on DirectTV. Seen a Depeche Mode video lately? Hi-larious. So anyway, I'm back on campus, soon to be abducted by my family and returned who knows when, though likely later today. And (this may be too much information) I'm also afflicted by the notoriously evil Traveler's Disease (you know which one I'm talking about; you've been on long car trips). So after my red-eye and my two, soon to be three classes, and my temporary abduction by my family, I will be headed to Taste of D.C. and will catch up on Angel (who could believe I would ever utter such words?)
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