i laughed so hard my lungs will surely collapse
what my friends have to offer:
1). Carrys her camera around in her little sister's cat slipper.
2). Wally Willy Whipple's fudge caters 24 hours.
3). blueberry muffin bread on a plate that i don't have to wash
4). a clown suit and biodegradable picnic ware.
5). vivid images of maroon shorts and booty dances.-thank you Ludacris
6). 'little Lisa says ouch' on my answering machine.
7). Antonio Banderas and take the lead--Whippdog style.
8). 500 pictures to be posted on facebook in less than 2 hours time.
9). pillage a village viking style--meat cooked on a spit included
10). bunnies and kittens
11). universal k boot
12). crypted messages sent on my behalf, without prior knowledge
Monday, January 22, 2007
Sunday, January 21, 2007
A Job That Slowly Kills You.
i saw the trains today.
they were beautiful.
i love trains.
i finally got kirsten's package. i love her.
it was a long walk to the post office.
it was windy on the way there, but not on the way back.
a woman was trying to sell a black bmw to a man in a snowboarding jacket.
i saw a native american woman in a car. she smiled at me.
she was beautiful, in an unassuming kind of way.
a little boy hid behind a tree. he was wearing snow boots, i wasn't sure if he was hiding from me or his mom. she was taking out the trash.
a man's dog was watching him while he installed carpet on some stairs. he looked at me when i walked by.
the current day dream:
we go for a hike in the mountains. it's summer. we make sculptures with dead grass, and leave them for someone else to find. we pack a picnic. and we're headed to go swimming. it will be cold, but worth it. it's really sunny. we're all tan. we jump off the top of a waterfall and swim for hours.
when everyone realizes how hungry they are, we hike farther, and find the most beautiful meadow. we eat our picnic. we lay down in the sun, on the warm grass, and talk for hours until it starts getting dark.
we gather our things, start walking back...and once we get close we race to the car. it's a long drive home, and it's dark, but everyone is quiet and happy. we listen to music and everything is perfect.
they were beautiful.
i love trains.
i finally got kirsten's package. i love her.
it was a long walk to the post office.
it was windy on the way there, but not on the way back.
a woman was trying to sell a black bmw to a man in a snowboarding jacket.
i saw a native american woman in a car. she smiled at me.
she was beautiful, in an unassuming kind of way.
a little boy hid behind a tree. he was wearing snow boots, i wasn't sure if he was hiding from me or his mom. she was taking out the trash.
a man's dog was watching him while he installed carpet on some stairs. he looked at me when i walked by.
the current day dream:
we go for a hike in the mountains. it's summer. we make sculptures with dead grass, and leave them for someone else to find. we pack a picnic. and we're headed to go swimming. it will be cold, but worth it. it's really sunny. we're all tan. we jump off the top of a waterfall and swim for hours.
when everyone realizes how hungry they are, we hike farther, and find the most beautiful meadow. we eat our picnic. we lay down in the sun, on the warm grass, and talk for hours until it starts getting dark.
we gather our things, start walking back...and once we get close we race to the car. it's a long drive home, and it's dark, but everyone is quiet and happy. we listen to music and everything is perfect.
Thursday, January 4, 2007
Cowboys And Candied Yams
today was such a perfect day. i sent a postcard with a cowboy riding a jack rabbit,
drove through the mountains.
there is nothing to love more than being a passenger. let someone else be in control of things for a minute. it is so relaxing.when you're driving you miss so many of the beauties of car movement. like the tiny water droplets dancing across the passenger window, or how they change when it starts raining harder, or you start driving faster. or the way the water pools up on the road where the tires have driven most. and the way the rain splashes in the puddles and reflects the surrounding light just right. and on the windshield how the drops formulate unique jackson-pollock designs (make your own here http://www.jacksonpollock.org/), only to be wiped away and begin again. or the way you can hear music you never really liked but feel so happy and fulfilled in the fact that you are just listening and sitting. a guest in someone else's life. subject to their preferences, but thankfully so.
imagining exactly where it is that everyone is going. and feeling silly when i see a truck that i have a good idea where it is going. (donios has ruined me) feeling totally satisfied about talking to someone about art. even though i know he really knows not of what he speaks, a privilege which i also cannot claim. but mostly just the feeling coming over me that my life is totally in my control. maybe not to specifics, but the beauty of having the ability to control how i react to things. it's amazing. chris' grandma is such a nice lady. she apologizes for everything, down to that she is nervous that her furniture isn't nice enough, which is exactly false (her house feels like the pieterhov palace) even in her old age, she still just wants people to accept her. i could be annoyed by this attitude, and i think i normally would be. but today everything was just different. i couldn't help but love her. she's just a lady looking for love and acceptance, who am i to deny her that? especially when she is accomadating and apologetic.
i feel like a different person sometimes. like I'm not the Lindsey that i know.
but i like the new one much better. i hope there is snow on the ground when we get back to provo. and i hope that the icicles are still on my house. those were the biggest ones i'd ever seen in my life.
drove through the mountains.
there is nothing to love more than being a passenger. let someone else be in control of things for a minute. it is so relaxing.when you're driving you miss so many of the beauties of car movement. like the tiny water droplets dancing across the passenger window, or how they change when it starts raining harder, or you start driving faster. or the way the water pools up on the road where the tires have driven most. and the way the rain splashes in the puddles and reflects the surrounding light just right. and on the windshield how the drops formulate unique jackson-pollock designs (make your own here http://www.jacksonpollock.org/), only to be wiped away and begin again. or the way you can hear music you never really liked but feel so happy and fulfilled in the fact that you are just listening and sitting. a guest in someone else's life. subject to their preferences, but thankfully so.
imagining exactly where it is that everyone is going. and feeling silly when i see a truck that i have a good idea where it is going. (donios has ruined me) feeling totally satisfied about talking to someone about art. even though i know he really knows not of what he speaks, a privilege which i also cannot claim. but mostly just the feeling coming over me that my life is totally in my control. maybe not to specifics, but the beauty of having the ability to control how i react to things. it's amazing. chris' grandma is such a nice lady. she apologizes for everything, down to that she is nervous that her furniture isn't nice enough, which is exactly false (her house feels like the pieterhov palace) even in her old age, she still just wants people to accept her. i could be annoyed by this attitude, and i think i normally would be. but today everything was just different. i couldn't help but love her. she's just a lady looking for love and acceptance, who am i to deny her that? especially when she is accomadating and apologetic.
i feel like a different person sometimes. like I'm not the Lindsey that i know.
but i like the new one much better. i hope there is snow on the ground when we get back to provo. and i hope that the icicles are still on my house. those were the biggest ones i'd ever seen in my life.
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