Scene Changer

Yo!

2008-01-24T23:06:00.000-05:00

http://void.snocap.com/s/T3-31324-CLKEP32TTZ-3/

When will we learn?

2007-07-12T12:32:00.000-04:00

I've been thinking and talking about this for a while, now, and I felt like I should update about it, so... pardon me, while I have a small political episode.

Apparently Bob Geldof is less than enamoured with this whole Live Earth proposal. He said he was getting questions from people, asking if he was the one behind it all (because, let's face it, Bob has a thing for giant beneficial concerts). He has gone on the record saying, and I quote:

"They haven't got those guarantees, so it's just an enormous pop concert or the umpteenth time that, say, Madonna or Coldplay get up on stage. I hope they're a success. But why is Gore actually organising them? To make us aware of the greenhouse effect? Everybody's known about that problem for years. We are all f***ing conscious of global warming."

Now, there are a number of things wrong with his statements, in my opinion. First of all, if this is just "an enourmous pop concert", please, pray tell what he thought Live 8/Aid were? He didn't even charge MONEY for those. Even if he charged everyone a dollar, he would have made millions to donate to his cause. Granted, there weren't as many people who attended Live Earth, but at least he made a good deal of money AND awareness, which brings me to my next point.

He says "we are all fucking conscious of global warming", but the truth is, a lot of people aren't. Or, if they are, they aren't taking it seriously. Tell people that in ten years, the polar ice caps are going to melt and wipe out the polar bears, and their first response (usually) is "Oh, ten years, we have plenty of time." I believe that Al Gore's whole point with Live Earth was to make people realise that ten years is not a long time, and also that there is plenty happening, right at this moment. The last time I checked, it wasn't supposed to snow only once during the winter, or reach 120 degrees Farenheit in Nevada, in the summer. That's not normal behaviour for our weather system. It's fucking snowing in Africa... and we're just thinking "wow, that's strange".

If Bob Geldof has a problem with this, maybe he needs to get his priorities in order. Not to put down his cause, I was just as enthusiastic about Live 8, but that was to benefit Africa and third world countries, a great and noble cause. The people over there need our help and our attention. However, Live Earth is just as noble of a cause, as it LITERALLY affects everyone, the world over. If this hole in the O-Zone keeps expanding at the rate it's going, then we're all in for a horrid future. And if your attitude is "Well, yeah, but I'll probably be dead", then open your eyes. The weather alone should be enough to tip you off that something is terribly wrong, here.

www.liveearthpledge.org

If you feel the same way, go here and sign the pledge, and tell anyone you know. It''ll take you two seconds to do it. Don't just tell the people you think will care, tell everyone. I personally plan to make this my mission. Start with little things, like bringing your own canvas bag to the grocery store, shutting off the water and electricity when you aren't using them, even using environmentally friendly light bulbs helps. These things might take a little effort, but if you can potentially (quite literally) save the world, isn't it worth it? If we all take these miniscule measures to improve our own lives, perhaps we can save what natural resources we have left, and eventually the entire planet.

Spread the word.
-Lynsey-

Starry, starry night...

2007-04-23T01:14:00.000-04:00

My head feels the clearest it's been in a long time, but also empty.It's like if I only had some ideas or motives I might possibly be able to write them out, right as rain, but I can't, because there simply isn't anything in there.

My hands start to feel heavy, and it becomes increasingly hard to type. My vision blurs... visions of dancing yellow and green swirls pour over everything I see. Somehow I'm still half-expecting to see Kylie Minogue pop out in a glitter-saturated gown.Things start vibrating. My muscle aches and fatigue are replaced by this numb feeling of completion. My eyes keep widening, almost as if they crave to let more in through them. I've never felt so right... so sure of everything, right down to just existing. My body feels filled with some sort of divine white light... I am weightless.

My fingertips become heavier now, and it becomes even harder to formulate words using the keyboard. I feel as if a gate has been lifted, but still somehow slightly drunk on the experience, as a whole. Something heavy is trapped inside of my chest and begs to be released, but it's somehow a good feeling... it is the only thing that has any weight in my body at this point. A pleasant coolness drifts over me and I am content just to be breathing deep, full breaths. For a moment, the cage around the animal in my chest, but it soon loosens, giving way to a tingly feeling on my temples and forehead. Then my throat tightens and dries... the tightness in my chest returns as well. I cannot help but fidget my feet as my breaths become shallower. My whole body suddenly tenses, and I become shaky and unsure. My head still remains clear and untainted by anything. If only there was something worth while, floating around in there.

I finally take my first deep breath in the whole experience, an an incredible amount of pressure is released in the process. I still feel somehow tense and on edge.. but it's not a terrible feeling. Just an intense amount of clarity... I feel astoundingly alert and level-headed. I do not feel like I could conquer any sort of serious task at the moment... all I feel I could handle is sitting here, drinking in the virtual sensations these mind-numbing vibrations and tones provide.

I am a little more than half-way done with my dosage now, and my hands feel pleasantly tingly. I start to feel a bit itchy, all over, going through that "bugs over my skin" sensation, once more. I now feel, simply put, happy. And it is a pure, unadulterated happy feeling... one I haven't felt since dancing to street performers when I was five. And then I begin to fade... fade into an almost transient state. My eyes stare, wide-eyed, at the screen in front of me, and the tingly, prickly feeling engulfs my body. My amber-vision returns again, and I see intricate Oriental rug patterns dance over everything in my line of vision. It's hard to concentrate on anything... my mind is being almost automatically flushed for me. It's blanking on it's own.

I feel so loose, and so right, and so green and delightful. I succumb to the pleasantly drunk, high, euphoric state the vibrations have given me... and anxiously await the day when I try it all again.

Death: The final frontier.

2007-04-05T22:34:00.000-04:00

Death really fascinates me. I see the ghost of a dead drummer wandering around my room in the wee hours of the morning. I dream of dying. I dream of pets, family members, friends, loved ones dying in mysterious accidents. I dream of deaths that haven't even happened yet. I imagine ways I could die, one day. I create extravagant death fantasies in my mind. I don't care what this makes me look like. The thought of ghosts always gave me a generally creepy-crawly feeling all through my bones. When I was younger, I stayed up nights, playing with the clown. I'm convinced that sense of perception to the supernatural is heightened at a younger age, and slowly dwindles, as we're taught to believe that such apparitions are absurd and made up. I still believe in them, and I hope I always do. I realise now, about the "good" and "bad" vibes I can get from different energies. Keith comforts me, makes me feel warm and safe. When he's sad, I feel anxious.. on edge.

I've felt a malicious spirit before. I've seen the man who claimed to have pushed my mother down the stairs when she was pregnant. This claim was made through a Ouija board, but I've seen him. I've felt his presence, and shivered at it. I've heard my name whispered in the dark by nameless voices. I've felt anonymous arms slide around me in an embrace that lasted the night. I've seen the faces and figures of more than one, lit only by the ambient light in the room. I've seen the soft, loving eyes of a crazy piper. I've felt the warm touch of a friendly, eccentric, long lost friend in the dead of the night. I've met the familiar embrace of a relative, lost too soon to an incurable disease.

I still hear his slippers shuffling across the carpet as he settles into his chair to watch the baseball game; same time every night, like clockwork. I disctinctly recall that green crystal ashtray shaped like a shoe, where he'd ash the occasional cigar.

I still hear the purr of his motorcycle as I'm seated on the back of it, strong arms lifting me up. I remember the feel of his stubbly cheek against mine when he scooped me into his arms and hugged me like he'd never see me again.

I never knew the smell of his clothes, or the feel of his hair between my fingers. I can't recall laying against him, peacefully, as his chest rose and fell beneath me; the sounds of his breaths lulling me to sleep. I can't remember what I have not experienced, but I have these sensations; these smells and memories and private films that play on the insides of my eyelids as I slip into unconsciousness. This is what I have, and for some reason, my brain always chooses to remind me of it all at quarter of four in the morning.

Love, Reign O'er Me.

2007-03-22T14:27:00.000-04:00

http://www.sendspace.com/file/o7gcg0

Here's Pearl Jam doing "Love Reign O'er Me". I heard it was for the new Adam Sandler movie called "Reign O'er Me" (ironically enough). It's simply fantastic, so do give it a listen, if you get a chance. Eddie Vedder's got a bloody brilliant voice. Even when he's screaming it sounds strangely melodic.

That's about it for now. I also wanted to pass on my well wishes, first-hand to Roger Daltrey. He's been a bit under the weather, as of late, but I heard he's pressing on to do more shows, despite his problems. I admire his perseverance, and I know the boys in the band are behind him 100%. Just don't overwork yourself, Rog. Stay well and healthy, all of you.

Love,
Lynsey

My beat poem about Life. (Meant for a live performance.)

2007-03-14T23:39:00.000-04:00

*slow, steady bongo beat* Life. YOU ARE.. my elixir.
*drum drum drum drum*
Every morning in my bowl.. orange juice chaser.
*drum drum drum*
Splishity splash goes the milk... I drink it down.. sugary sweet.
*drum drum.. drum drum*
LIFE. You are.. my meal. My source for ENERGY. You fill me up inside.. SO DELICIOUS.. so fulfilling..
*drum drum drum drum*
But a moment in my mouth and you go limp.. soggy as a piece of wet paper. WHY, LIFE?
*LOUD DRUM*
Why must you love me as I taste you.. and then leave me empty..
*quiet drumbeat*
.. by lunchtime.

Thank you.

Waters Saga: See LiveJournal for (much) more writing.

2007-03-14T15:53:00.001-04:00

Here is the first chapter of [hopefully] many more in this silly ridiculous (still untiteld) saga about Roger Waters being institutionalised in an old folks' home. I hope you enjoy. And bear in mind; it's meant to be ridiculous. Enough babbling.. onward to the silliness.
*******
It was a beautiful summer day in the Fletcher Memorial Home when they brought him in. "He's had quite a fall.. they're keeping him here for an undetermined amount of time. That's all we know," spoke Ramona, the head nurse.
"Well who knows how long that'll be? And what are we supposed to do with him until then?" groaned Julia, another one of the nurses.
"We'll set up a room for him and care for him just like every other patient. There's nothing else we can do, this is out of my hands. We're just going to have to keep him 'round until we get told otherwise. Vera, Lucy," Ramona gestured to the two girls in uniform sitting directly in front of her. "Take his things from the front hall and stow them in 401. We'll get him settled this afternoon, when he wakes up."
The two girls exchanged brief glances with each other and then nodded before getting up and heading for the door. "If he wakes up.." Lucy muttered under her breath, causing Vera to snort quietly and swat at Lucy's arm as the two of them exited the room.

"Now. That having been taken care of, you can all go back to work. Anyone with a shift ending at five o'clock, you'll be able to sign out and pick up your check for the month at the receptionist's desk, tonight." Ramona narrowed her eyes and looked over the sea of uniformed women before her. "Anyone with a night shift, I'm sorry, but you'll have to wait until tomorrow to pick up your check, as they're still being printed." Ramona folded her arms across her perfectly pressed white collared shirt and gazed around the room once more. "Well? What are you all sitting around for? Get to work!" She barked, sending the girls all scurrying off in different directions. Ramona stopped in the hallway when she caught sight of Lucy and Vera at the end of the hallway, most likely returning from dropping off the bags.

"Lucy?" She called out to them, stopping the girls in their tracks. They stared back at their superior, awaiting their instructions.
"You and Vera.. shall be his caretakers. He'll be up there, now, waiting." With that, Ramona pivoted on her heels and clicked down the hallway. The two girls groaned and rolled their eyes.
"Great. We're stuck taking care of this bloody old geezer." Lucy snapped through her teeth, turning around to head back to the room she'd just left.
"Maybe he'll have some interesting stories about Pink Floyd," Vera whispered, giggling quietly. "I mean, this is Roger Waters we're talking about.. he's probably got a ton of them." Vera grinned smartly at her friend who only laughed and shook her head at the comment.
"Come on.. let's go get him 'settled'." Lucy grabbed Vera by the wrist and whisked her away up the stairs.

**********

As they rounded the top of the stairs, both girls stopped suddenly as they stared at the number in front of them; 401. They exchanged one last quick glance with each other and tip-toed cautiously towards the door. Lucy was the brave one to slowly turn the handle and poke her head inside.
"Mister Waters..?" she asked timidly, boldly taking a step inside the room.
"What do you want," a low voice grumbled from the shadowed figure that was slumped in the corner.
Lucy sighed slightly, still not entirely calm, but feeling a bit more confident. She took a few more small steps into the room and gestured Vera inside.

"I'm.." she glanced quickly at Vera. "We're the nurses who'll be taking care of you. I'm Lucy and this is Vera." She clasped her hands neatly in front of her and stared back at the dimly-lit man, awaiting a response which never came.
"S.. so if you need anything, don't hesitate to call on us," Vera interjected quietly, smiling softly at the older man. "We'll be milling about, or you could ring that buzzer," she continued, gesturing to the small red button over the bed on the wall. After waiting a moment for an affirmative response and observing nothing, Vera began walking toward the button "It's right th--"
"I know where it fucking is!" snapped the patient, sending Vera scurrying backwards, blushing slightly. "Yes.. of course, sir. My mistake." She glanced over at Lucy, nervously, before casting her gaze back to the man in the corner.
"Bad enough I'm fucking stuck here, I don't need you two hovering over me like some sort of.." he trailed off, muttering angrily under his breath, until Lucy spoke up to cut him off.
"Well, if there's anything you do require, that's how to get a hold of us. Dinner is at five-thirty." Lucy nodded politely and refused to wait for a reply as she ushered Vera quickly out of the room before stepping out herself, closing the door softly behind her. "Well he's a bit nasty, isn't he?" Vera whispered, her eyes wide from the experience.
"That's going to change, I've got news for him." Lucy eyed the door suspiciously, a slight anger hidden behind them. "Come on then, let's go."

Back in his room, Roger was slumped, motionless in the chair in the corner of his room. He gazed out the window and grumbled something about hospitality under his breath. Just then, a bird fluttered by and landed in the barred windowsill. The bassist chuckled bitterly at the sight and watched it with mild interest.
"How is it out there? Bet it's bloody wonderful.. better than this fucking... prison." he laughed again and reached out to touch the bird, which flinched slightly but made no attempt to escape. Roger slid one of his long fingers through the bars and began stroking the birds soft head, delicately. After a moment of silently studying the bird, he furrowed his eyebrows slightly, as though concentrating very hard on something.
"I don't know why," he whispered quietly to the small creature, continuing to idly stroke it's feathers, "but I feel compelled to tell you that you deserve golf."
With that, the bird startled and took off into the sky, leaving Roger alone again, in his blank white room.
*******
I know it's silly and ridiculous and all but.. isn't it amusing? I'm working on the next chapter, already, so keep an eye peeled. You ought to visit my LiveJournal; it's a lot busier than this thing is.

Take care,
-Lynsey-

A random little something.

2007-03-14T15:44:00.000-04:00

I've been posting in my LiveJournal, so much, and have pretty much forgotten this blogger thing. I'll try to post more often, and I'll start with this little thing I wrote, recently. I thought this concept up at around 2 in the morning and didn't take it any further than what I have written. I'm not sure if I'll continue it.. it bothers me a bit that it ends so abruptly and with so many loose ends, but I have a hard time finishing anything I start, as some of you may already know. We'll see where it goes.
*******
Rhina stretched out her entire body as she positioned herself on the sofa, letting out a quiet sigh. She was reaching for the remote control, which seemed to be miles away, when she heard a loud knock on the door. A bit startled and curious as to who could be calling her at this hour, she glanced at the clock to be sure she wasn't dreaming. Still in a slight haze of confusion, she stood up and straightened out her clothes very carefully, to be sure she would look somewhat presentable to whoever could be waiting on the other side of the door. She glanced at the clock once more as the knock came again, just as persistent as before. After another moment, she finally approached the door and opened it slowly, leaving just enough space for her to cautiously poke her head out.

"Hello?" she asked timidly, staring back at the smiling face with bright green eyes, in front of her.
"Oh good, you're home! I knew you would be." replied the stranger, who proceeded to push the door open; gently, but enough to send Rhina stumbling backwards as the stranger entered her house.
"Who are you..?" she asked, quietly, slowly making her way in front of the still smiling stranger, who was now gazing around her living room and nodding appreciatively.
"You've got such a wonderful home.. just like I imagined it would be. So colourful.." replied the stranger, who appeared oblivious and completely absorbed in his surroundings.
"Look, if you don't tell me who you are right this instant, I'll.. I'll call the police." stammered Rhina, casting a nervous glare in the strangers direction. She was now becoming more wary and afraid of this seemingly happy stranger peering around her living room.

As soon as Rhina had finished her sentence, the stranger immediately stopped glancing around, and directed his smiling eyes back at Rhina's, before he burst out laughing.
"The police? Oh, Rhina, I really don't think that's nec--"
"What..?" She questioned, her voice barely above a whisper. She cautiously took a step forward, leaning in, almost as if she had missed what the stranger had said.
"I just don't think that you need to--"
"How do you know my name?" she asked, cocking her head to the side slightly as she observed the stranger questionably.
"Rhina. That is your name, isn't it? Oh please don't tell me I've got the wrong house.. I really hate it when that happens.." the stranger laughed and stepped forward to place his hand on Rhina's shoulder, who promptly backed away until she hit the wall behind her.

"Who are you.. what are you doing here?" She glanced around nervously, her eyes dwelling briefly on the cabinet in the other room, where she kept her valuables. "Is it money..? Do you want money? I don't have much, but you can ha--"
She stopped short as the stranger broke out laughing, again.
"So nervous all the time! You've really got to loosen up, Rhina. It's not good to be so uptight." He smiled warmly at her and gestured to the sofa she had been relaxing on, just moments earlier.
"Sit," he said, his eyes still sparkling at her. She said nothing but regarded him with a questionable and nervous stare. He chuckled.
"I'll explain everything. Just.. sit. Please." he said again, calmly.
She glanced at the sofa nervously before nodding slowly at the stranger. She walked to it quickly and sat down rigidly, keeping her back straight and her hands folded neatly in her lap. Rhina knew how to behave politely in public, even if she hadn't the slightest idea who her public was.

"Now. I know you probably have no idea who I am, right?"
Rhina nodded, silently staring back at him, almost hypnotised by his everlasting smile. It seemed to soothe her, in some strange way.
"And you're also probably wondering why I'm here, right? he spoke calmly, smiling kindly back at her as she nodded again.
"It's.. eleven-thirty at night.." somehow the time was all she could manage to say. He laughed again, softly, and nodded back at her.
"I know. I realise you're probably very confused by all of this, and I can assure you, I'll explain everything, in time."
"In time? How did you know my name?" Rhina stumbled over her words, as her mouth tried to keep up with her thoughts.
"I know a lot more than you think I do." his smile widened in the slightest and he gave her a quick wink.

Rhina stared at him and blinked, dumbfounded, before she raised one eyebrow and looked at him skeptically.
"Oh, you do? How do I know you aren't some.. some.. god, what do they call those.." she trailed off, snapping her fingers nervously as she tried to think in the midst of her own bewilderment.
"Jehovah's Witness?" he replied smartly, giving her a sly look of his own.
"Right!" She exclaimed triumphantly before realising her actions and looking down. She continued quietly. "How do I know you aren't.."
"I'm not." he laughed and shook his head, having gone through this dozens of times. "I know nothing about that. Or Jews for Jesus, or Avon, or Boy Scouts, or any of that stuff. Man, it never gets any easier, I tell you.." he chuckled.
"Well.. if you're not.. then what are you doing here?" Rhina asked again, looking up slowly at the stranger, who sat down right next to her. The uncomfortable distance made her inclined to inch away from him, but he placed his hand lightly on her knee and smiled at her, ignoring the fact that she could not look back at him.
"I told you.. I know more than you think."
"Prove it," she muttered quietly, only glancing at the stranger out of the corner of her eye, and refusing to do so for more than a second.
"Right here.." he tapped her knee with his index finger, causing her to flinch slightly. "Right here, where I've got my finger.. under your jeans.. is a scar." Rhina stopped breathing for a moment and raised her head to look straight out in front of her.
"How did you--"
"You fell off your bike when you were six years old." he said, never breaking his calm tone or his warm smile, which was always directed at Rhina.

Slowly, Rhina turned to look at him, too stunned to speak.
His smile widened as he removed his hand from her knee. "I told you. I know things about you, Rhina. Lots of things." he said as he slid from the sofa to the floor. He sat with his legs crossed and leaned back to look up at her.
"What else?" She asked, unsure of what else to say.
"I know just about everything there is to know about you.. your hopes.. your dreams.. your fears.." he raised a finger on his hand to indicate each word, but then paused to cast Rhina a mischievous grin. "Your favourite colour.."
Rhina chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Right.." Without missing a beat, the stranger spoke.
"It's been green for the past three years, but lately you've been leaning towards blue."
Rhina's eyes widened and she stared back, chained into silence once more at the strangers knowledge.
He laughed for what seemed like the millionth time and patted her scarred knee. "Convinced yet?" he said, casting that endearing smile up at her, again.

"Alright.." she said, her eyes darting back and forth as she mapped the situation out, in her head. "Alright, so.. so say I was to believe you. That you do.. miraculously know all these things about me. Then what?" she asked, looking down into his eyes, finding eye contact with him a bit easier now.
"Well then I'd tell you to come with me, because I have some important things to show you."
"Right.. and how do I know you're not some crazy blood-thirsty axe murderer?" she questioned, standing up to look down at him, her face twisting slightly as she worried aloud. "These are dangerous times.. you can't just wander in here, tell me about my past, and expect me to follow you on some.. adventure.." Rhina muttered, watching the stranger as he stood up, now standing a good few inches taller than her. She grew a bit quieter as she observed his true height. He just smiled and shook his head.
"I'm not going to kill you. I promise."
"Oh, you promise.. so now I'm supposed to believe you, because you said some words that are supposed to make me--"
"I swear, I won't kill you!" he laughed as he stared back at her, his green eyes sparkling and wide, almost incredulous at Rhinas increasing nervousness.
"Oh yeah?" she raised her eyebrows before furrowing them and crossing her arms across her chest. Something deep inside her felt she was right and she grew more empowered as she uttered the next two words. "Prove it."

The stranger nodded slowly and glanced around, desperately thinking of a way. "Alright." He reached into his pocket and produced a worn brown leather wallet. "Take my wallet." he offered it to Rhina, who took it hesitantly, failing to see how the stranger had proved anything. "If you have my wallet, I'll always need you near. And I don't have any reason to kill you, as it is, but now that you have the wallet, I can't." Rhina nodded slowly, her brain only half-processing the strangers explanation. He headed for the door and motioned for her to follow, which she did, reluctantly.
"You could kill me and take the wallet back," she replied warily, following him out her front door, without thinking, and allowing it to close and lock, behind her. The stranger turned around and crouched down to look Rhina in the eye, still bearing that smile of his.
"Well then, I suppose you'll just have to trust me." he quipped, placing one hand on each of her shoulders. "Have some faith in humanity, will you? It's not all bad," he chuckled and patted her on the shoulder before continuing down the stony path.
*******
Let me know your thoughts.

-Lynsey-

Beautiful Pete.

2006-11-11T04:15:00.000-05:00

I was fooling around with this photo in Picasa. It's just stunning.

Oh it's a lovely thing indeed.

2006-08-15T20:20:00.000-04:00

Knock knock.

Who's there?

Joan Jett.

Joan Jett who?

I'm going to see Joan Jett.
:D

General admission, so hopefully I can wedge myself to the front of the stage to touch those fucking holy rock goddess boots.

*squeeeeeee*

-L-

Sometimes.

2006-08-07T16:43:00.000-04:00

Sorry for the slack blogging.

My tests came back fine. Thank you for all of the well wishes I recieved. They did help quite a bit.

I've got a concert and a weekend at the beach to talk about, plus loads of photos to post. But later. I'm off.

-L-

This is how life should be.

2006-07-29T11:50:00.000-04:00

Thanks for the comments on my last entry. I appreciate all the concern. <3

I forget what I was going to update about.
I think my blood tests were alright. But I don't know. Because the god damned doctor hasn't called. Hopefully they're fine.

Anyway. The radio is giving away Stones tickets all weekend. I shall try to listen. For The Stones love us. And even though I don't love them as much, since they started to sell out, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that I don't have the $300 to live out. Thus, the radio is here for me.

I've got to go now. I've seen people posting videos in entries, so I thought I might give it a try, myself. It's one of my favourite music videos of all time. Radiohead's videos are facking brilliant.

I wish I had more to say, but unfortunately, that is all.

-L-

Is it me, for a moment?

2006-07-20T13:31:00.000-04:00

Found out yesterday that I may have an ovarian cyst. This she determined from examining my hair. She says it could be that, (cancerous or not), could be hormonal, could be diabetes, or could be just that I've got a sort of recessive balding gene. Again, she determined all this from my hair.

Golly gee, I just can't decide which one to route for... -.-

I don't really know what to do with myself, anymore.
-L-

Maybe you would understand.

2006-07-19T16:15:00.000-04:00

"Feel".

Here's me singing Syd's "Feel" because I got bored and I happen to like that song. Sorry, but I didn't even bother to try and ad-lib things at the end. For my musicians are solely in my head. :)

-L-

Almost time...

2006-07-18T15:31:00.000-04:00

I've been doing a bit worse than usual. Not sure why, not sure how. Took another stab at songwriting earlier, and I'm about to go work on it again. I may do a voice post of myself singing, later on. I was thinking "Terrapin" but let me know if you have any requests. That might even just change on its own.

I've got to stop by Kassie's work in a little while, to collect the money for her ticket. I think it'll be loads of fun. Hell, I know it will be. But it's too far ahead for me to be excited about it. It probably won't hit me until I'm in the damn parking lot, like last time.

Last night I did something I swore I would never do again, and I did it twice. I won't say what, but I feel horrible about it. I'm going to really make an effort not to do it again. I think I also may have kicked the cigarette habit. That was short lived, eh? I also drank quite a bit before bed. Not good. I seem to be surviving solely on caffeine, alone. It took me until this afternoon to realise that all I had consumed yesterday was three coffees and a soda. Christ.

Anyway. Back to the piano with me.
Next chapter of Rhiannon coming soon. Promise.
-L-

Breathe in the air.

2006-07-11T15:02:00.001-04:00

1946-2006. Born the day after I was.
I think this is the first time in a long time that I am truly at a loss for words.

I love you, Syd. Shine on.
-L-

Rhiannon: Chapter 4

2006-07-10T19:13:00.000-04:00

Looks like I crapped double for you, tonight, har har. Enjoy and please let me know what you think. I've been appreciating all the comments.

Rhiannon: Chapter 4
"Alright, fine. So I'm a terrible person," she said with a slight smirk.
"See, you can't even say that with a straight face! You really are a terrible person!" Sara. Her only real friend in the real world. Sara had tried to save her so many times before. From herself, from the pills, the booze. A few times she had saved Rhiannon's life. That's how she knew she was a true companion.
"I really don't see what the big deal is, anyway. It's just like Valentine's Day. The card companies invent these holidays to make more money." Rhiannon quipped, taking a drag from her cigarette.
"Yeah, but you know how mother's take them so seriously. I forgot Mother's Day once, too, when I was like, eleven. My mum never forgave me for it. She still brings it up. You know how mothers get.."
Rhiannon stopped walking and took Sara's wrist, bringing her to a sudden halt.
"You don't have my mum, Sara, you don't. My mum is different. She's... controlling, and clumsy, and worrying, and emotional, and--"
"She's just a mother," Sara interrupted, timidly. "She's the same as mine. I know." Sara's dad had died when she was only six. She did know. The difference being that her mother re-married.
"I know.. I'm sorry. I just.. she's always so--" Sara's arm was suddenly linked with her own. "C'mon. I'll help you pick out a card."

The two of them perused the shelves for a moment before deciding on a sappy "belated" card and a rose. After they had paid, they walked back out into town.
"Do you ever get the feeling all those cashiers are.. laughing at you?" Rhiannon questioned, thoughtfully.
"They usually only laugh at people who forget Mother's Day." Sara checked Rhiannon's response, which was a playful glare.
"Who's the horrible person now, hm?" They laughed, and Rhiannon pointed to a coffee shoppe across the road. They started towards it.
"I hate these corporate bastard coffee companies," retorted Sara, despite being on her way there. "Which reminds me," she poked Rhiannon's side, "when are you going to get a job?"
"I--"
"Writing and 'sketching on occasion'..." she used air quotations to emphasise the sarcasm, "... Does not qualify as work, Rhiannon."
"You're supposed to be my friend and back me up on my decisions! It is too work!"
"Not if it isn't selling.." Sara smiled smugly and approached the counter to place her order.

After they'd both gotten their caffeine fixes, they decided to head back home. Rhiannon hopped into the driver's seat, coffee in hand.
"You really should, you know." Sara said, sipping the frozen drink.
"Should what?" Rhiannon turned onto the main road, and lit another cigarette in one fluid motion.
"Get a job! I know someone who could get you into a position, real fast. The pay is good, and you just sit and answer phones all day. It's not much, but at least you'll be able to--"
Without taking her eyes off the road, Rhiannon interjected with conviction.
"Sara, I will never. EVER. Have a telemarketing job, okay? It's not me. You know what is me? Writing. And sketching on occasion." She ashed out the window and took a long drag before continuing. "And I'm fucking sick of hearing from everyone that I need to get a job. I do okay, y'know?"
"Yeah." Sara muttered, afraid to say anything more.
"I do! I fucking do. And I don't need to be in some white shirt, answering phones all day for some shit head with a stick up his arse, and waiting all month for a measely check that has all sorts of taxes taken out of it. I don't need it, Sara. I hear it all the fucking time from my mother, and the rest of her fucking family, so I don't need it from you, okay?" She exhaled shakily, immediately regretting flying off the handle at her, like that.

"Jeez.. jeez, I'm sorry. I didn't know you felt that way. Well.." she scratched behind her ear and drew a sigh, unsure of what to say. "If you want to draw and write, for the rest of your life, you draw and write."
Rhiannon smiled and chuckled softly as she flicked the cigarette out the window. She could tell how forced it sounded. "Say it like you mean it!" she cried.
"Rhiannon, you'd better be a fucking artist, or I'll find you. And god help you if I find you.." Sara reached over as though she were about to strangle her, and choked out strange zombie sounds. The two of them laughed as Rhiannon pulled into her driveway. She parked the car and looked down at her lap.
"You're my only friend." she said, practically whispering.
"Oh stop, you're making me blush." Sara swatted the air playfully, still maintaining the light attitude they had before.
"You are," Rhiannon whispered, seriously. "And I.. love you." She kept her eyes averted and fiddled with her fingers. Sara suddenly realised how serious she really was. Rhiannon glanced up, afraid of her response, but Sara just smiled and said "I love you, too, Rhiannon." Sara pulled her into a rather awkward hug, inside the car, and whispered in her ear.
"I do, Rhiannon, I love you."

That night, Rhiannon didn't drink. And she slept wonderfully for the first time in a long time. The next day, Rhiannon felt fantastic, and went back to working on a novel she hadn't touched in four months. That night, Rhiannon's mother killed herself by downing 21 sleeping pills. Rhiannon tore up the mother's day card and tossed it into her mother's grave. Later that night, Rhiannon got drunk and pilled, and wondered if her mother's death was meant to be a sign. She guessed that it meant happiness can only last so long, before passing out. She awoke 3 days later, with a splitting headache and a renewed sense of reality.
-L-

Rhiannon: Chapter 3

2006-07-10T19:12:00.000-04:00

As always, comments and questions are welcomed and encouraged.

Rhiannon: Chapter 3
Part of Rhiannon's mother wanted her father back. Rhiannon didn't know this. In fact, neither did her mother. She would mutter to herself about what a good life the three of them could have had if he had just stayed, while humming Rhiannon to sleep.

"Read me this one, mommmy," she chirped, dropping a heavy book on her mother's lap. Rhiannon's adult mind often flashed back to these broken pieces of her childhood during her trips. She used to try to analyse them, until she realised that they really meant nothing to her. At least, not anymore. These memories really served no purpose to her. As this hazy recollection passed, she took another couple of sips from the sticky, open bottle in her hand and exhaled, slowly. Where had she ended up? She distinctly recalled many nights where her mother would be unconscious, stinking of rotten booze, and terribly irate, upon waking up the next morning. Why did she remember this? Is this where she was destined to end up? Just the other night she had another one of those dreams. Her mother would call, concerned. "You really ought to see someone about those, you know," she'd say. What did she care? Rhiannon had never really been anything of real importance to her. She was always an inconvenience; a mouth to feed, a body to clothe. Rhiannon's feelings meant nothing, from the day she was born. Perhaps her mother just felt an obligation to check up on her. She took another sip.

"I've got to get out of here," she whispered, aloud. But where was here? And who was she talking to? She only had one really good friend, who was hardly ever around. Aside from that, she had no partner since high-school, and very few aqquaintances. She spent her whole life wondering where to fit in, and now she was nowhere. Just floating.
"You're tearing yourself apart, you know." A vision appeared in front of her. She looked exactly like her, but less tired. Youthful. A part of her former self. She took a puff from a cigarette that dangled from her fingers, and Rhiannon chuckled to herself. Even the healthy version smoked.

"You're killing yourself."
"I'm not.." she retorted to the face in the dark.
"You are. You've tried to do it, so many times. But the one time it's actually happening... you don't even know it." The vision laughed. "You're pathetic, you know that?" the vision puffed again. "Pathetic." The last word floated out as a whisper.
"Aren't you here to try and protect me, or something? Like.. save me from myself..?" It was the first thing she could think of. After all, that's how it always happened in the movies.
"Who said anything about protection? I may just be here to shock you back into reality. You don't even know who I am, let alone why I'm here." This vision was very smart.
"You're me. Me from--"
"I'm twenty. Look at me. Look at my skin, my hair, my teeth. I'm healthy. Hell, look at my rack!" The vision thrust her chest forward. Both of them had a good laugh, at that.
"I've just been drinking. You're in my head." She swigged again from the bottle and exhaled slowly. "I'm imagining you."
"You don't know that," the vision scoffed, smugly. "I could be real, for all you know. I could have broken the lock and let myself in. Real slick." She took another puff.
The thought processed in Rhiannon's drunken brain. Perhaps she did. Perhaps this was just a startling look-a-like. But then her logic piped in.
"Why aren't you taking my stuff then?" she asked with a dry smirk.
The vision just chuckled darkly and stood. "Keep up the drinking." She said, gesturing with the cigarette, before extinguishing it on the table.
"And why should I do that?" She clenched the arms of the chair as if she were going to get up, but stayed seated.
"How else could we have these lovely little chats, mm?" She smiled softly, and with a timid wave, was gone; cigarette butt and all.

Within minutes, Rhiannon had drifted off to one of her other worlds. Someplace where everyone knew her. Someplace where she wasn't drunk, or stoned, or pilled. Someplace without her mother, or visions of her younger self. Someplace where she was happy.
-L-

Cold and grey..

2006-07-09T00:10:00.000-04:00

Not really. More like hot and sticky. I just happen to have "Shine" stuck in the ol' gulliver. I think the worst part about vacation is the being thrust back into the 'real world' once it's over.
Anyway.

I'm back at work, having sex-whip fights with co-workers, and snacking on minty penises. Just the typical 9-5, you know. Still recovering from my wilderness excursion. Ever get sunburned on your tits? It's most unpleasant. I'm tingly and peeling all over, but at least it doesn't hurt to lie down, anymore. Still hurts to wear a bra though.

I've printed out a couple of my photos that were already stored on the home computer, matted and framed them, and they look marvy. I won't have access to Shira until Monday, so the third chapter of Rhiannon will have to go up then. I took about 150 pictures over the week I was away, so I'll post some of those too. (Don't worry, only a select few that I particularly enjoy.) Also photos of the Boris ring, aka 'Bela', and some pictures I took around work, including multiple pieces of other spider jewlery, edible undergarments, and a giant mug that says "BAD MOTHER FUCKER". So.

In other news, I haven't been able to keep up with all the "In The Attic" shows, lately, and I feel a bit bad, not to mention out of the loop. I have gotten to see some of the concert footage, though. Fucking incredible. My copy of "Wire And Glass" should be here by the 28th. Stupid Amazon. Oh, and I've learned "Shine" and it sounds quite pretty. So long as my voice reaches as high as Rachel's. (Which it does, if I skip my 2 coffees a day.)

Coffee addict, now. Need one in the morning, and one in the afternoon. I'm up to about 2 cigs a week, as well. Usually only one after a stressful day, and then I've got to shower and spray my clothes and what not. It's too much trouble to smoke. Relaxing, though.

And this entry is extremely long and startlingly pointless.

T'ra,
-L-

Err...

2006-07-06T18:26:00.000-04:00

Bzowie, I'm bushed. Lots to talk about, lots to post.
Pictures soon, and I wrote the third chapter of Rhiannon whilst I was in de forest.

Better post later.

<3 Have missed you.
-L-

Time, truth, and hearts.

2006-07-02T00:15:00.000-04:00

Leaving tomorrow, so lightening fast update now.
Last night, David Spade performed with Scott Weiland and his band (whose name escapes me now) "Suffragette City" and let me say. It made my fucking night. As if I needed another reason to love DS. He did my favourite line, as well. (Guess which one.)

Also, tonight at work, some 20-something bloke with a Beatle haircut bought a Paul figurine from me, and commented on my Who shirt. We got to talking about the concerts and the new album and the lack of John and Keith. He knew almost as much as me about them, for chrissake. Was bloody brilliant. Then to top off the night, I bought myself a big spider ring. It, too is bloody brilliant. I have named it Bela, since my spider keychain is already named Boris. Expect photos.

And now I must leave you all until Thursday/possibly Friday. Don't miss me all too much. In fact, I might be able to get internet, so I may in fact be lying to you all. Anyroad. More Rhiannon upon my return.

So bear in mind that I love you. You know who you are.
-L-

This is ground control to Major Tom.

2006-06-30T00:48:00.000-04:00

Is that not the most adorable picture you've ever seen? Anyway, on to the breaking news of my life. (ie; an actual bloody update.)

Took my first stab at songwriting, today. *snooty voice* Bear in mind that I was classically trained at a conservatory as a child-prodigy, orchestrating and composing at the tender age of seven. < /braggage>) But seeing how I haven't written since I was about 14, and that it's never been anything but classical, this was a step in a different direction. I don't want to give too much away, but as of now it's called "In My Head", and [as I said to John], not to be confused with another popular song with that name. ;) Also, many of you were part of my inspiration, so for that I thank you.

Also, I am leaving for a brief holiday in the wilderness on Sunday. I shall be bringing Shira (laptop) with me, but I'm not sure if I will get any internet, or if I do, how often I'll be able to get online. Anyway, I shall try very hard to. (Lord knows I'll be bored enough.) My mother will most likely try to set me up with Adam. He's quite cute (looks a bit like a young Pete) but I just don't like the idea of being set up, y'dig? I shall take many pictures, in any event.

Rockstar: Supernova starts on the sixth, and as it pains me to say it, yes, I am excited. I miss Rockstar. It won't be the same without Marty, or Jordis, or Suzie, but I look at it as an opportunity to pick a new favourite.

Well, I s'pose that's all for now. I was planning to do a voice post with a bit of my new song. You can see how well that turned out. Anyway, keep an eye out for the next chapter in Rhiannon. I rather like the direction it's taken.

Drop me a comment. Let me know how you're doing.
-L-

Rhiannon: Chapter 2

2006-06-28T09:08:00.000-04:00

Rhiannon was a pretty girl with eyes of blue. She was raised on minimal amounts of love and affection, given to her by her family, which consisted of her mother and younger brother, Steven. Her father had deserted them when she was still a little girl. No one seemed to know where he had gone, just that he had. Although Rhiannon and her father had never really connected, she still remembered some little things about him. Her mother treated Rhiannon as though she were an adult. Even when she was still quite small, she was taught to defend herself, as well as cook and clean. Her mother was never the same after the disappearance of Rhiannon's father. It all seemed so out of the blue. As a result, Rhiannon was often forgotten about. Especially after the baby arrived. Rhiannon never recieved praise for any gold stars on her papers. She never got an ice-cream or even so much as a "nice work, Rhiannon" for a stellar report card. And Rhiannon was a good little girl. But she was unlike any other.

In grade school, she excelled greatly, beyond all of the other children. She did every assignment on time and was an exceptional speller. But when Rhiannon's mother was called in for a routine parent teacher conference, it was for a different reason.
"Rhiannon's been behaving rather... strange, lately."
"What do you mean, strange?" asked her mother.
"Well.." the teacher paused and folded her hands neatly in her lap before continuing. "She's being a bit too.." she paused again, as if searching for the right words. "... physical. With the other students."
The words sent her mother into shock. Physical? Rhiannon? She would barely touch her own family, let alone strange children.
"How do you mean, 'physical'? Rhiannon's not--"
"She's been hugging them." The teacher interjected. These words chained her mother into silence, and she glanced over the teacher's shoulder at the fingerpaintings on the wall.
"H.. hugging them..?" her mother whispered. The teacher nodded and unfolded her hands.
"I find it strange as well, Mrs. Bell. In fact, I've never seen anything like it, and I've been teaching for twelve years." She spoke calmly, re-pinning her hair.
"What does she do?" her mother quietly asked.
"I've seen children hug their friends before, Mrs. Bell, and that's nothing out of the ordinary. But Rhiannon hugs everyone. Even the faculty, on occasion. It's the strangest thing.." she trailed off and placed a finger to her lip, as though deep in thought. After a moment of silence between the two of them, the teacher turned to her mother, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Do you... hug your daughter, Mrs. Bell?"
Taken off guard and shocked by the question, she let out a gasp.
"Of course I hug my daughter," she lied. The teacher shook her head and sighed, as she rose from the chair.
"I don't know. She's a wonderful little girl. And so bright. I just wanted to tell you about.. that." The two women shook hands uneasily, and with that, Mrs. Bell left the room.

That night, Rhiannon went with her mother and Steven to the department store. Rhiannon, as usual, was allowed to roam about the store as she pleased, so long as she was back at the registers by seven. She wandered around without a purpose, dragging her small hands through aisles of winter coats. She would sneak in between them to the center of the circular racks and giggle to herself. She was hidden safely in her foxhole, and the enemy would never be able to find her. When it was nearly seven, Rhiannon began skipping carelessly back to the front of the store, when all of a sudden she stopped. She stared up at the long tweed coats in front of her. Her brain flashed back; she was sitting on one of these coats.. no. She was snuggled up against the person wearing this coat. She stepped closer and breathed in the smell. "Daddy.." her little voice whispered. She took another step forward and wrapped her tiny arms around as many of them as she could, burying her face in them. There he was. Holding her and laughing, telling her what a sweet girl she was. How he would love her forever, that she was his little angel. She smiled to herself as he spun her around. He was singing a strange song she'd never heard before. A song about her. Suddenly a strong hand wrapped around her wrist and yanked her away.
"Come on, Rhiannon, I told you to meet me at seven..."

-L-

This is my cat, Logan. And a random poem.

2006-06-27T01:18:00.000-04:00

Politicians fill your heads
With ironic hypocrisy.
They claim to preach equality
And freedom, through democracy.
Listen, won't you, ingrates
To these words, if you so choose.
For if you don't, I promise you
You'll be the first to lose.

Is it our world leaders?
Or some fantastic ghost?
The ones who you respect?
Or the ones who you hate most?
The answer, friends, is simple.
I'll say it, cos it's true.
The problem isn't far from home
Because it's me and you.

-L-

I swear there's more Rhiannon coming, soon.

Rhiannon: Chapter 1

2006-06-23T15:38:00.000-04:00

Inspired by something I don't know, I've decided to start writing something that I don't know what to call. For now, let's call it Rhiannon.

Rhiannon: Chapter 1
"Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night, and wouldn't you love to love her?"

She was trying to count how many pills she had taken that afternoon when the phone rang. She let the machine get it.

"Rhiannon it's mom." There was a short pause. "Alright I guess you're out. Call me back later, babe." The line went dead and she brushed a piece of hair out of her cold blue eyes. She was staring blankly at the counter. How many were there, thirteen? Fourteen? How many where there before? There had to have been at least twenty. She turned the bottle over idly in her hands before collapsing with a soft thud onto the carpet.

When she awoke, it wasn't on the floor where she remembered passing out. She was in her bed, no, another bed. And it was cold, quite cold. The window in this room had been left open, and the lacy curtains were waving continuously in the draft. Rather than try to get her bearings, Rhiannon stumbled out of bed and threw the door open wide. There were people in the hall. People she didn't recognise. She hobbled blindly towards the end of the corridor, where there were even more strangers and a bright, orange lamp. She distinctly remembered this lamp, for some reason. As though she'd already seen it in some distant dream. One of the strangers grabbed her wrist and smiled at her. He asked where she was headed, but she only wriggled free and kept walking. When she realised that there was no way out, Rhiannon started to panic.

It began to grow dark in the unfamiliar room. The lamp's bright glow started to dwindle until there was nothing but the sound of the strangers breathing. One of them muttered something incoherently. She heard her name come as a whisper off the tongue of another. She whirled around frantically, anxious to see a bit of something, anything. As her eyes adjusted, the orange glow began to return, but this time it was outside. She ran to the nearest wall and pounded furiously, demanding that she be released. Suddenly, the wall vanished. As a matter of fact, all of them did. And the people. And the room. And then the other rooms began to disappear. Soon, there was nothing left. So Rhiannon warily approached the light, which was now twinkling faintly, across a pool in this backyard.

When she reached it, it appeared to be a large insect. It had magnificent, clear, sparkling wings, but they were not moving. It was suspended, mid-air, in animation, with the glow radiating brightly from it's backside. Rhiannon hovered her hand over the tip of its abdomen before letting her fingertips caress it gently. At the first contact between her skin and the insect's, The light changed from a deep orange to a vibrant blue, and it began to sing. It was the sweetest music that had ever touched her ears. She closed her eyes, fully absorbing the frequencies and tones it was releasing.

Finally, as with everything else, the bug disappeared by bursting into a thousand tiny beads, and then dissolving into the air. The only sound was a soft, comforting hum as the pieces floated away. This scene was one of the strangest dreams Rhiannon had ever experienced. But it wasn't the first.

Questions? Comments? Concerns?
-L-

Booooooris the keeeeeychaaaain...

2006-06-17T16:12:00.000-04:00

I hope this isn't pulling the "blank white page" schtick...
I bought a corset. It's black with lacy trim, lots of ribbon and some little metal adornments. You have no idea how happy it makes me. AND it was on sale. I tried to take photos but failed miserably. I shall have to try again, later. But never fear, you *shall* see photos. Rocky Horror screening is next weekend, and my outfit is coming along quite nicely. I was planning to go as Columbia (my favourite) but with this corset, I'm starting to look more like Magenta. Oh well, perhaps I'll just go dressed up. Not as someone, just dressed up, haha.

In other news, "In The Attic: On The Road!" was fantastic, today... great songs from Mikey Rachel and Si, and Pete did "Too Much Of Anything" (which, oddly enough, I just learned) on a 12 string and it sounded fucking fantastic. I'm not sure if I'll be able to keep up with every show, what with work and all, but I'm going to try and watch as many episodes as I can. Perhaps I'll do more cartoons for them. They've got those flash animations now, so why not, eh? :P

Speaking of work... I've got to go soon, and I've got aches all over. Bargh. Well, at least work is fun.

Hope everyone's doing well.
-L-

Free, when I dance with you.

2006-06-14T14:07:00.000-04:00

Just now, I was practicing an assortment of piano accented Who songs. Shortly after I had played the three opening chords to "Love Reign O'er Me", I heard a booming, house-rattling crash of thunder, and sheets of rain started pouring from the sky. From this event, I have concluded the following:

I am the rain maker.

Yes, it's true. So those who know me should feel honoured. I am one of Mother Nature's most hailed accomplices.

... So of course I had to run outside (fully clothed, mind you) and run around and do cartwheels in my creation. It was loads of fun. I documented what I could on film, and I shall make good use of it in my summer documentary. At this rate, the final cut should run for about 5 days straight, with some creative editing, haha.

Then I came back inside, only to find that my cat had shit on my favourite Who-zine. It was an old one; from about 2 years ago. The little bastard. Sadly, it could not be salvaged. He couldn't have shit on the old Adrien Brody mag that for some reason was still under my bed. No, no. He had to go for the good stuff.

Anyway, that's all. Just wanted to tell you all that the simple pleasures of life are often the best.
-L-

And now, the time, the time is now.

2006-06-11T22:14:00.000-04:00

This is from the new Cirque Du Soleil called "Love". It's all Beatles music. Who wants to take me? :) Anyway...

The mosquitoes have returned. The lemonade stands are popping up. Yard sales are plentiful. Light and colourful clothing hangs in department stores. I've just found a place I can scratch on my toe that makes my leg kick, involuntarily.

... yes, summer is here, again.
Mum (the arsehole) is forbidding me to see Eric. I begged her, pulled the "how many more chances like this am I going to have" bit, but she wasn't having any of it. Cor, I hate her so much, sometimes. I'm pondering just going ahead and buying them, but I know how that would end. And frankly, I'd rather not go there. It just sucks. Really, really, really, really sucks. Bargh.

Been having weirdo psycho killer (quest que cest) dreams, lately. I won't bother going into detail, but there have been many. And they have been strange. Ah, well. Oh, and I got to inform mum that I was a terror when I was little. Apparently, according to my teachers, I was "simply a joy". Maybe that was in between shoving kids down, punching them in the chest, and throwing sand in their face to protect my domain of the sandbox. I'm not sure. In any case, her reaction was fun.

S'pose that's all for now. Working for pops, tomorrow, plus an interview at the bookstore for yet a third job. Wish me luck. Oy.

-L-

Sorry the photos are so huge.

2006-06-04T23:33:00.000-04:00

1.) Turkey in the graveyard. Not very artsy, just... rather odd.

2.) Duckies. :)

3.) Kind of a cool facade shot. (I'm saving the better ones for last.)

4.) Goosey. :)

5.) Haha... I just like funny looking signs.

6.) Train tracks shot. I dig this one a lot. There was one in colour too, but of course, B&W suits train tracks much better.

7.) Sepia of the same.

8.) I dig this one a lot, as well. I tried spot-colouring the bird, but the water is so blue, and I didn't want to lose that. Behold.

9.) Shot one of the rowers, before the spot-colouring.

10.) Shot two; bright, determined rowers in their grey, dismal world. O, agony!

11.) My absolute favourite of all of them. The photo was mostly grey anyway, but the boats were so bright and vibrant, so there was hardly any editing involved. This was my first attempt at spot-colouring, and I'm just so pleased with the end result. :)

Anywho... this good day --> shitty night pattern doesn't seem to be showing any signs of stopping. Don't ask, alright?

I tried to write a couple of letters today but failed, miserably. I got terribly distracted. So fear not, loves, I haven't forgotten you. Or Morningstar Farms. Or Pete. Ahem. Moving on.

I've decided to start work on a children's book based on the song "Happy Jack". I'd probably use one or two lines per page, plus illustrations and such. It's strange, the ideas that come to me in the wee hours between consciousness and unconsciousness. The previous night I developed a product brand called "Fucking", in which all the products are "Fucking" this and "Fucking" that. Pretty clever, eh? I'm sure it's been done.

On a completely random, un-related side note, I've decided this lad who works for my father, Will, is essentially my male counterpart. I found out that he's a vegetarian as well, not to mention our countless music chatter. He also plays guitar. I suspect he'll propose sometime next week.

So on that random note, I bid you all adieu. Time for more left-over tofu stir-fry. Mm.

-L-

Ignite your bones.

2006-06-01T22:59:00.000-04:00

Shitty morning --> fun day --> shitty night.

... Oh, life.

Worked for pops again, today... there was another guy working for him, as well. The car repairman's son (from next door.) He's shy and kind of cute in that offbeat sort of way. Plus, we had a brief but satisfying conversation about music and he passes my test. (He likes the classics.) Unfortunately I had to inform him that John Entwistle had been dead for 4 years. Poor boy. I might try to snap a photo without appearing too creepy.
I also officially quit T.J. Maxx, thank god. Was sick of that place.

I've got work at Spencer's 3 days next week, and tomorrow I'm presenting an award at my high school's television production award ceremony (BOLTZ). I'm an alumni. Haha.

So things are (kind of) starting to shape up. At least mum isn't breathing down my neck anymore about finding work. Now she's just breathing down my neck about working for my asshole father and breathing fumes in all day. Always gotta be something!

And now I'm off to finish my tangerine smoothie and watch a bit of television. O, the exciting life I lead!

-L-

P.S: I forgot the whole reason for making this post. I've learned "Great Gig In The Sky". Sans the vocals, of course, but it is pretty amusing to see people's reactions when you scream along and tell them it's a real song. I also learned "Brain Damage" and it sounds quite lovely on the ol' pie-ana. That is all. Over and out.

Public Service Announcement:

2006-06-01T00:44:00.000-04:00

= one of the coolest old guys out there.
I missed In The Life Aquattic.

:(
-L-

Thrift store clerks in short, short skirts.

2006-05-29T23:51:00.000-04:00

Quick update on how my summer is progressing. Sure, sure.

Took a ride to the cemetary today to see some lost loved ones and have look around. There was a wild turkey in the midst, and I snapped a few photos of it. I might get those up a bit later. They look a bit strange.. a few gravestones and then a turkey. Rather odd.
Then I was feeling quite ill (from what, I don't know) so I had to rush home and lie down for a while.
In other news...

Have landed a job with Spencer Gifts, and will be working with my father doing odd jobs to earn some extra cash under the table, since all of my other jobs have yet to come through.

Rather excited about the Spencer's gig, though... seems like a fun place to work. Tomorrow is my first day. It doesn't pay very much, but that's why I'll have dad there, to supplement it.

Starting to miss everyone a lot.

Oh I can still remember the sweet innocent days of summer, where you spent it eating watermelon on the porch and setting up lemonade stands at the beach.

Now you spend it eating cold food on your half-hour break and setting up a checking account at the bank.
How life changes.

Really quite good.

2006-05-28T12:16:00.000-04:00

Really brilliant film. Saw this yesterday with mum after tedious hours of job hunting. I really don't know how they could make a fourth one, after seeing this. I don't want to give anything away, but perhaps if you see it, you will know what I mean. Mystique had some great one-liners, though... such as referring to one of the guards as a "meat sack". Priceless. It was really a gem though. There were even a few surprises thrown in. The X-Men movies are one of the few select series that don't easily grow stale, if you know what I mean. Like each installment doesn't lessen in quality. I'm glad the main people stayed on their contracts through all 3. Ian McKellen was outstanding, as usual, and Hugh Jackman did a wonderful job being the macho-man with claws, as well, haha. I'll probably see it again with Danielle and Caitlin next week. I want to. All-in-all just a great last installment.

Oh, and watch out for Famke. She's trouble.
-L-

Let us mend.

2006-05-26T01:24:00.000-04:00

I finally got round to watching this masterpiece, and I have to say; it's one of the best films I've seen in a long while. Everything about it was right. It covers American music and pop culture from the 1920s right around the 1980s, by tracing the lives of a few young men. It features music from some of the greats (not to mention the animation was stunningly realistic). If anyone else is as interested in learning about pop-culture and music as I am, I highly recommend this. Great, great piece of cinema. O, the wonders you can find at a closing video rental shop.

That's all for now.
-L-

Pictures of Lily!

2006-05-25T02:00:00.001-04:00

That's right... this is my beautiful guitar, Lily. I designed her on my own, and my father made her from scratch. Lovely little number, isn't she?

And in other news, I'm getting my very own kitty. :D Illegal none-the-less but very exciting. This will make 4 now, 3 at home, and one here. I heard his name was Buddy and he's about 8 years old. I don't care how old he is, that name has got to go. I can't wait to see what he looks like! I'm getting him sometime next week, and I'm sure I'll be posting some pictures.

I also might have snagged a job as a photo technician at the pharmacy. That should prove interesting, if I get it. Looking at other people's photos. Tehehehe.

Anyway, that about does it. This blog is really getting a full workout. I appreciate my newfound blogger friends on here, as well. It's fun chatting with new people.

Hope everyone's doing fine. I am. :)
-L-

Holy guacamole!

2006-05-24T18:30:00.000-04:00

This is a Japanese Moon Goddess, made entirely of little bits of cut up paper. I bought it when I went to town the other day. This woman makes loads of these little paper cut outs. They are all so incredibly intricate and complex.. I was too in awe not to purchase one. Just thought I post a picture of it! I used Picasa to brighten it and crop it.. what a great piece of software.

Anyway, I guess that's about it. I'm starting work on some more In The Attic cartoons... anyone have have any ideas? I'd appreciate any input. :)

Cheers,
-L-

Can we keep him?

2006-05-21T23:14:00.000-04:00

Wish I had a decent picture of something to post, but alas. I had to settle for a goofy irrelevant one. It's Keith Moon, giving someone an IGGY back ride! Guess who it is! XD

Found a kitten wandering around in the hall today. I let him inside and picked him up. Such a cute little runt, too. I held him and pet him and the two of us watched some television. You aren't even supposed to have pets here, which is why it was so odd to see a kitten roaming the halls. After a while, I figured someone was probably looking for him and I set him back down outside. Poor little fella didn't want to leave and kept trying to get back inside. It was painful to close the door on his precious little face.

Hope everyone's doing well and happy! I have a new favourite word; WILD.
Use it, but don't abuse it! And stay peachy.
-L-

Be friendly, befriend me now.

2006-05-20T19:05:00.000-04:00

No more Chicago for Lynsey. :(
The directors couldn't get the rights, so now we're stuck doing "Into The Woods", which is dreadfully long and boring, in my opinion. On top of that, I don't know the music at all, and, while I'm a decent pianist, I'm certainly not the best one they could get. (The other one who "sort of" volunteered, John, is also terrified of doing this show, as well.) My friend Kassie, the musical director, is also noticably shaky on the music. I'm not feeling so hot about the whole operation. To be honest, I'm kind of regretting signing on. I did it to help Kassie out, but... *sighs*

Oh, what have I gotten myself into?
Hope you're all doing fine,
-L-

Zounds!

2006-05-19T13:10:00.000-04:00

Happy Birthday, Pete! ♥
You're still a great source of inspiration to me. :)
Love, Lynsey Moon.

I wrote about my cat because I'm a huge dork.

2006-05-17T22:54:00.000-04:00

My cat is a thrill seeker.
Can't say I blame him, though. With only the excitement of two floors inside and a two block vicinity outdoors, I'm amazed he doesn't go stir crazy. (Even if he is a cat.)

Mum says he's sneaky. I say he's daring. (Either that or he's bored.) She gets angry when he leaves furballs around the house. I'm still amazed at how his tiny skeleton feels as though it might crack when I pat him. His fur is just as soft and fine to me now as it is when I was seven years old. I love how his coat shines so brilliantly in shades of auburn and black when he sits in the window.

Sneaky? Of course. My cat is a bastard. He picks on the others, and he'll claw your eyes out if you even hold him wrong. But I still love to chase him around the house and hear his little feet pitter-pat on the wood floors. Something about the sparkle in his eyes tells me he loves it, too.
My cat is a thrill seeker.
-fin-

I'm not sure what this is supposed to be, but I wrote it when I was watching my cat dart back and forth from room to room. He's an adorable little runt.

-L-

Finally!

2006-05-16T18:07:00.000-04:00

Finally my second batch of ITA cartoons are up! (I'm warning you, I'm terrible at thinking up punchlines...)

Like I said, I'm just *awful* at coming up with punchlines! If anyone has any good ideas for ITA cartoons, I'd be happy to interpret them and give you credit!

Pete's Next Single... "Sunny Bunny Love Drop" will top all the charts! XD

Hope you all like them... and if Rachel or Mikey happen to stop by, feel free to show them on ITA! I'd be honoured! :)

Cheers, and hope everyone's well,
-L-

Don't be shy...

2006-05-09T11:04:00.000-04:00

Exciting news, oh boy...
I've signed on to be the pianist in the fall production of "Chicago"... it's going to be heaps of work and commitment and such, but I'm still really excited. I mean, I already know the music. I've been listening to the movie soundtrack all morning (which is all I have) but it's getting me really pumped. I may even play the band leader as well, meaning I'd be introducing the numbers and such, and also, my favourite thing... "5, 6, 7, 8!" Kassie said I'd have to audition but that I'd probably get it anyhow. I mean I'm gonna be up there playing piano, anyhow, haha.
And I hope I get to do the fab 20s clothes... I've been looking for an excuse to get another corset... XD!
I'd go all out. Fishnets, hat, corset... but of course it's a long way off and I may not even get to dress up! (Aw.) But man. Very very exciting stuff, it is.

On a side note, someone decided it would be a great idea to pull the fire alarm in my building this morning at quarter to 4. The police are offering a $2,500 reward for anyone who knows who did it. Sod the money, I'll kill them myself, with my bare hands! Making me stand out in the cold for over an hour. In shorts. Half-asleep, with important stuff to do in the morning. Thanks, asshole!

Anyway, just thought I'd update about that. I get the music this summer, so it's work, practice, work, work, work, practice, work, and back here for another year of debauchery! Life, I love ya!

Oh and just quickly; the Harold And Maude soundtrack is making me so happy... I can't even begin to tell you. I've wanted this forever. Just... *squee*

I hope you're all well. I appreciate you guys so much. I might actually miss it here.
-L-

hehehehehehhehe.

2006-05-09T00:08:00.000-04:00

This made me giggle like mad. (It's a picture Danielle took of the creepiest dinosaur in Disney.) I added the text. A-thank you.

Cheers, all! Cartoons for IT(L)A are on the way!
-L-

Let the night surround you.

2006-05-06T20:26:00.000-04:00

Oh-so-exciting day today.
However I probably spent about $100 in total. Yeesh. And I only intended to buy an opera and Pete's Lifehouse DVD (which I couldn't find.)
I ended up buying Roger Waters' opera, "Ca Ira". Looking for that was fun. The clerk had no idea what I was talking about. It was either $35 with a DVD, or $25 without. I opted for the latter, despite my yearning for that DVD. Ah well. Life goes on. (Ka-ching, $25.)
I also saw a Who shirt, which I will probably post pictures of, later. I'd never seen it before, and it's pretty much amazing. It's big, but incredible. So yay. (Ka-ching, 15 more bucks.)
Then I saw a Go-Gos CD for $3. I wasn't going to get it but I mean... $3. Come on. (Ka-ching.)
Then we went out for dinner at Ruby Tuesday. I got my traditional chicken pasta with no chicken, har har. (Ka-ching, $18.)
Finally, some essential snacks from Target. (Ka-ching, 8 more bucks.)
And of course, gasoline, to make the trip possible. (KA-CHING, $35 freakin' dollars.)

Jesus Christ. I'm not buying anything else for like... ever. Man. This did help console me for not getting all those concert tickets. (Radiohead sold out in a record MINUTE. They were sold out by 10:01. How does that happen??? Anyway, I'm gonna go chill and watch Nemo for a while. Then later I'm going to break out the big headphones and listen to Ca Ira. SO excited. *beams*

Hope you're all well,
-L-

P.S: Those ITA cartoons are nearly ready! Promise! XD

And when I'm sad... I SLIDE.

2006-04-29T04:43:00.000-04:00

Great googly moogly. It's 4:30 in the morning, and I am doing a post.
I am either really nutty, or... really nutty.

Took a short trip to Wal-Mart today to get the last of the essentials for Come As You Aren't night. I don't think I've mentioned it here, but we are all gathering together for a little party in which we all dress (and act) as stereotypes that we don't consider ourselves to be. Seems like a lot of people are being dark. Kas is going punk, and Lee and I are going goth, evidently Adam is going gangsta, and Kasey is going hippie (a great one in my opinion). Ian is going emo, and I believe Kellie may be going either music geek or emo kid, I'm not sure. Will be interesting to see everyone's costumes, for sure. And interesting to interact. I hope everyone can stay "in character" for as long as possible. I will definitely try to post pictures. My nails are black and I've got jelly bracelets, in true gothic middle-schooler fashion. But I must admit, the black nails look rather sexy. They're so shiny and black... like leather. It just looks so amazing.
Kiss the nails of shiny shiny black. XD

Anywho, that's about it. I feel crazy. So, I think now would be a good time to go to sleep. But then, when isn't it? I'm surprised I'm even this coherent. I mean it's really quite erdsfghbdfgfjnhghmnm

Dog's Bollocks!

2006-04-27T01:01:00.000-04:00

Eeeee! I got my shout out on ITA today! (Which, by the way, I skipped dinner for.) It was so exciting! Rachel had even printed out my drawings, and showed them on camera! Pete and Mikey and Rachel were all talking about them as well! (I literally SQUEALED for joy!)

Also, there was loads of good music; Rachel and Pete did a lovely rendition of "In The Ether" and Mikey did "Plasticine" and a couple other nice songs, as well. Podcast 7 made me laugh so much! And there was a video, sent in by Gary, dedicated to all the bloggers from Pete's novella... Pete was so touched by it. It's so nice to know they all appreciate us as much as we do, them. It made me feel quite warm and fuzzy inside.

I s'pose that's about it for now. I'm definitely whipping up more cartoons for next week! I also might try to get a video project going, as well, for submission. I've been out of the practice for so long, and I'd like to make a movie, again. We shall see...

Anywho, ta fer now, and hope you're all well!
Cheers,
-L-

Zounds!

2006-04-25T21:33:00.000-04:00

I took Mikey's advice and coloured 3 of the four drawings! (The fourth one had too many little things, and frankly, I haven't the time!)

There's King Rabbit... not too much I could do with this one, but I dig it!

And there's the ITA gang, unda da sea! B)

And lastly, the flying boy. I like the little glow he's got around him.

And thanks for all the comments before! I feel all warm and fuzzy. :D

-L-

More doodles, hurrah!

2006-04-25T12:45:00.000-04:00

And sorry if they're enourmous!

This is to celebrate the next episode of ITA, which is supposedly being called "In The Life Aquatic". The gang is all under water! (Not fat.) And now... the close-ups!

Under water Simon!

Under water Mikey! (And tiny Simon's head in the corner, haha.)

Under water Pete! (Clearly he's very enthused about it, as well.)

Under water Rachel! Her cheeks are so puffy, but I think it looks kind of cute. :P

Just a little congratulatory note to the ITA crew... hooray for many more shows to come! :D

This is based on one of Pete's songs, "King Rabbit". Well... there he is! There's a lyric off to the side, as well, that you may or may not be able to read.

Another one based on a Pete song, "Flying Boy". It's... a flying boy..!

Hope you like them! And now... I'm off!

Peace and muffins,
-L-

I told yeh 'bout Strawberry Fields...

2006-04-23T12:12:00.000-04:00

Allo, allo, allo!
Last night the droogs and I had a little BBQ out in the rain. It was fun, tho. I got to grill some veggie burgers just for me. :D
After that we flew over to Adam and Lee's abode, and watched "The Fifth Element". I love that movie, so much. I should have died my hair like Leeloo. XD But the blue diva is my favourite. She sings so incredibly! (Even if the last part is synthesised!)

But we started getting bored, so Kasey and I left. Didn't want the whole thing to end sourly, but I'll probably have a good deal of explaining to do. Anyway...

Enough about that, haha. Can't wait for ITA. I think I might try to post some more cartoons before Wednesday, if I can. I've got to go call mum. She's been worried about me, har har.

Cheers!
-L-

Run, rabbit, run!

2006-04-19T09:20:00.000-04:00

Allo, allo, allo!

's'been a while, blog. I've been pretty boring, lately. Haven't done much. I did dye my hair a few days ago... it's black! *see new photo* Egads! It was meant to be blue, but alas, the bleedin' dye was too dark. I've been made goth against my will! Oh well. It's kind of grown on me, actually. I even bought a hip new hat to wear over it! In fact, when I don't "need" the hat anymore, I think I'll still wear it. I've grown quite attached to it, now!

Well, it's rather early in the morning, and I think I'll go and have some cereal or something before work. I'm working on a few more Who/Beatles cartoon strips, and some regular ones, as well. Perhaps I can do a strip with the ITA cast! Hah! That would be loads of fun! I'll see if anything comes to mind.

Can't wait for the show, today!
*goes off to get food*

Cheers,
-L-

We don't give a damn 'bout what you're sayin'!

2006-04-12T01:22:00.000-04:00

Hey, guess what...I finally uploaded some stuuuuff!

There they are, the fab four in all their Beatley glory. Ignore the lead glare. Close-ups, ahoy!

It's the "In The Attic" regulars, from that lovely little podcast! This took me a while. I wanted to make sure it was perfect. I may go back and ink it, even. CLOSE-UPS!

Rach and Pete! (Awr, the happy couple.)

Mikey! Cor, I lurve him.

Simon! Wiv' 'is li'l hat 'n sideburns...♥

And here is a little cartoon (with captions, in case the writing's a bit blurry) of Pete and Rachel. Oh the mis-adventures that ensue!

"Pete, no! That was a--"

*TWANG*

"...gift." (Whoops.)

Now wouldn't that be something? Pete running round smashing guitars? I bet it's quite common... XD
Funny, Rach mentioned something about him being "destructive" as a young man, on today's show...so true! But we love 'im anyhow, eh? ;D
Today's ITA was great! I found myself giggling at so many things...especially the "lily up my arsehole" bit..! Those guys are great...I'm officially hooked!

Anywho, cheers for now, droogs!
-L-

Just because we g-g-get around!

2006-04-11T00:15:00.000-04:00

Today we went out and took a drive to the grocery store...cashed in some bottles. Reduce, re-use, recycle, kids! Tried to buy some Morningstar Chicken patties (those are vegetarian foods, for all of you who don't know) but couldn't find them. :( I was going to write them (that is, Morningstar Farms) a while back, and I never did. I should. My cousin wrote to Snapple, saying how much she drank it, and they sent her a big case of it. Maybe I'd get a big case of toficken! Yum!

ITA on tomorrow...I'm excited. I might actually be able to watch the whole thing! If not, I'll have to catch it on the loop, which is never anywhere near as fun.

My blue is fading, in my hair. It's starting to look a bit green/grey...I think I might dye it another funky colour, like orange, or perhaps blue again. Any ideas?

My my, what a fabulously random entry!
Cheers,
-L-

P.S: Little doodle of The Who I did when I was supposed to be working:

Eh? Eh, eh?

She really knows how to hop!

2006-04-07T19:33:00.000-04:00

Cor, it's been too long...October..? Cripes! 'Bout time I renewed this ol' thing, eh?

Anywho...been rather addicted to "In The Attic"...it's so entertaining...tho I always have a class at 2:40, so I usually have to catch most of it (if not all of it) in the loop...'tis a shame, but at least I get to watch. I've taken a liking to everyone...Rachel's a darling, Mikey's adorable, Pete..well...heh, heh. Pete is wonderful, as always, and Simon is just great...everyone is just so charming, and it's lovely to sit down and watch it every week!

But enough ranting...a lot has happened since last October, haha, but I'll be damned if I'm going to remember it all. I dyed my hair blue! It's fading now, but it looked ab-fab a few weeks ago. It's sort of a silvery grey right now.

Oh, and I played the coffee house gig on Wednesday...it went very well! Lee, Adam, Ian and Kassie all did wonderfully, as well. I really enjoyed playing "Wish You Were Here" with Lee and Kassie.

I s'pose that's all fer now. I shall be commenting much more on the ITA cast blogs!

-Lindsay-

We got one shot, so where do we go from here?

2005-09-26T14:29:00.000-04:00

Pete finally posted 2 parts of his novella...it's coming along really nicely. I'm looking forward to reading more of it.
It made me kind of want to read "Horse's Neck" again. We have to read a "leisure" book as part of the curriculum in english and I may choose that one. It was a little confusing the first time I read it because I wasn't aware of the whole "series of short stories" concept, haha.
I also can't wait for Marty and the Lovehammers to tour opening for INXS. Maybe they'll decide to do their own show...? That would be so fab.
I'm excited fer the whole cast to tour, as well. That would be really groovy to see Jordis and Marty right there in front of me! (They were my favourites on the show, after all...)
Well I'm going to kill some time on the telly before my next appointment of doom.
Cheeri-o!
P.S:
HAPPY 32ND BIRTHDAY MARTY, MY DEAR.

Remind you of anyone?
Hahaha.

Bunny fun!

2005-09-22T14:39:00.000-04:00

This is by far the funniest/cruelest (cruelest?) thing I have ever seen.
http://www.syberpunk.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?page=oolong
It's apparently a bunny who is famous for balancing things on his head.
You have to scroll down and click the links to the pictures.
It's really quite amusing.
That's it, I guess, haha.
-LDF-

Christmas comes early, this year!

2005-09-18T14:20:00.000-04:00

Yes, I finally did my laundry yesterday. Cost me $5 too. What a rip off. Anyway, In folding the clothes, I came across at least 3 shirts and one pair of jeans that I knew weren't mine. However, they were my size, leading me to believe that they were indeed mine, and I'd just forgotten about them. In any case, Christmas came early this year, as I have increased my wardrobe. :D
Nothing else really going on...Taking a nice little drive today down to the store to pick up a few of the essentials. Some snack foods and a nice little plant friend for me to talk to, haha.
It does get lonely up here after some time alone...
Well I s'pose I'll end it here before I start getting all sappy and emotional.
Cheers, to whomever sees this. :P

Slip over here and set me free...

2005-09-16T11:09:00.000-04:00

Just woke up. Ah this is the life, eh? I've got to get to a class at 9 but after that I'm free to do what I want, any old time.
Finding it a bit difficult to get the creative juices a-flowing...the setting just distracts me.
Even my favourite radio station doesn't come in up here. I'll bet that by now it sounds like I'm having a hell of a time.
I really should eat something this morning.
In regards to the last post; I was feeling a little lonely, and a little "charged" (wink wink) at the same time, so the poem is shit, in my opinion, it's just a little something I felt like writing down.
I even have a picture up now. How technologically advanced of me.
Well I'm off.
Promenade left...

How cliche...

2005-09-14T00:58:00.000-04:00

She watches her there as she smoothes her hair down
The comb floating through like it was water.
It seems odd to think she'd ever think of her at all
She stares out the window
Moonlight turning her skin milky white
How does she encompass such beauty in a few pithy words?
The comb clatters to the floor like lightening
It scares them into each other's arms
They huddle close in the dark,
Their arms entwined,
Fingers laced.
Her hand travels up her back to her neck as she kisses her
Gently but with immense passion
And a few whispered words are exchanged
And her broken eyes shed a tear
Because now she knows.
Her black hair flows like honey over her shoulder and she breathes in the scent
Of a lover's embrace.

I'll take you on a moonlight ride...

2005-09-13T13:56:00.000-04:00

Spent last night (as every night before) in, surfing through various "collages of crap" on the television. Just got back from astronomy..I actually seem to find it very interesting, which is odd. To me, talking about planets and stars and moons and things just doesn't seem like it'd be all that interesting.
Had my very first encounter with spoiled milk, this morning, as well. I poured it into my cereal and...well it did not look like fresh milk.
That reminds me; I have to talk to Lynn about my working position. It seems like I'll have my week covered in a 9 hour shift, which would really be great to be able to work 9 hours and still have time for "play", haha. But until then I'll just have to lie in waiting.
I don't know why spoiled milk reminded me of that.

In other news...

People are starting to get all snippy and have arguements on Pete's comment space. I feel really bad. If they want to talk about their opinions, there are plenty of online venues to do so, y'know? The diary should be reserved for his friends and fans. How rude of some people to visit just to comment something nasty. That always ticks me off. Oh people. When will they learn, eh?
I think perhaps I'll try to watch a movie later on, sometime before "Rockstar" tonight.
Clockwork Orange, anyone?

How about a little introduction?

2005-09-12T15:43:00.000-04:00

Okay let's give this a go, shall we?
The name's Lindsay. I like rock music and jazz.
And cookies.
And pretty boys and tough looking birds.
And I also like to imagine I'm British.
It's fun you should all give it a try sometime.
I'm obsessed with the show "Rockstar: INXS", particlarly Marty, whom I would like to do naughty things to.
I really dug Jordis also, but now she's gone. And I am sad.
I can be found online about 23 hours a day.
I'll talk to pretty much anyone.
I love Pete Townshend, and am oh-so-thrilled that he has a blog.
I guess I was born a few generations too late, eh?
Look what I found:

Hahaha.
Where have all the good times gone?