Say, wouldn't it be nice to learn Swedish? I think so. I'd like to. In the near future. I'm going to take all my money out of the bank, and fly to Sweden. Then I'd live off the streets and learn Swedish. And never ever ever ever come back to the United States. And I'll change my name. It sounds like a most wonderful plan. * * * * * I must say, I'm quite tired. It's almost midnight. I've been up for like 18+ hours. Probably not a smart thing to do. Oh well, I like night time. A lot. I sometimes feel intelligent at night. Except, I don't think tonight is one of those spiff-tacular nights. Oh well. * * * * * Anyway, I went to the doctor today. I now have to go to a throat specialist. YES, ANOTHER FUCKING DOCTOR!!!! Just what I've always wanted! I've had wayyyy too many doctors. =( Yes, so that was boring. * * * * * I didn't really do anything today. At all. I was like overly upset/nervous/anxious/whatever about something and ended up chewing the fuck out of my finger nails. I'm going to try to stop that habit this summer. And maybe, just maybe I'll get a real life. Instead of being a bum. I'm tired of being a bum. Bums are lazy, pathetic people and I don't like calling myself pathetic. (even tho, I really am) * * * * * Hmmmmm, I talked to a very good-looking kid tonight on the phone. (: And it was great, except I don’t talk. Well, I do, I just don’t mention everything in my mind. If I did, I’d probably feel terrible. Ughhhh, something is like wrong with me. It’s like, I’ve been sooooooooooooo happy for a while now. And like, hmmm, I just, I guess I need a good cry. That sounds bad, yes, I know…But I feel it coming. I can tell, something soon will make me just fall apart. =/ * * * * * One of these days, gosh, one of these days…shall be down right awesome. Hmmm, there’s a show tomorrow night at the café. The Fuzzy Edge is playing. I love them. Well, only Tommy. Evan and Kyle I don’t know that well. Anyways, I hope to be going. Possibly. Possibly there’s a 98% possible chance that going is totally impossible. (That probably didn’t make any sense…I don’t understand it.) But heyyyy, whatever, right? Yes, whatever. * * * * * Woah, it is officially June 9, 2006. It has been for a whole total of three minutes. Totally rad. Oh wait, make that FOUR minutes. I wish the weather was nicer, I would love to go on a walk right now. And I don’t know, perhaps get lost. It’s highly possible. I’ve gotten lost in the woods more than once…and my house was sort of close by. Yeah, I’m good. What can I say…? I’m excellent at losing things, including myself. * * * * * I wish to be random right now, so random is what I shall be. Or just confusing. Which ever one fits best I guess. Mmmmm, the World Cup starts tomorrow. Awe-fucking-some. So when I’m freezing my ass off tomorrow, I can start watching some soccer. I like soccer. I play soccer. I suck at soccer. Compared to my brother, I look like some chick with no talent. Oh-so-true. Hmmm, oh well. I enjoy myself. * * * * * I’m going to move to Carlsbad, California. And find Shaun White. And he shall teach me how to skateboard…and how to snowboard. And play guitar, if he knows how to do that. Yes, my future plans! WOOT . WOOOT! * * * * * Lindy’s Tips for the Future: 1. Eat candy and ice cream everyday 2. Drink and get high 3. Party 4. Smile 5. Laugh (the most important) * * * * * Totally had to put that in here. She makes a good point. Even number 2 is good. * * * * * I’m not against using marijuana. I’m just not totally for it. But it’s your choice. You see, I don’t do drugs; yes, nobody ever believes me when I say that. Hmmm, I don’t know where I was going with this. I don’t even know where I’m going with this whole entry. * * * * * I wish I could be with Ryan right now. It’d be nice. He’s probably sleeping. I wonder if he’s dreaming. Haha. Ummmm, yes. Soooooo…Dave Matthews Band. It’s coming up. July 5th. Oh, July 5th, why can’t you come sooner? Hmmm, I love Dave Matthews. He’s probably the only guy that I love more than I love Ryan. Oh yes, and my brother. I love my brother mucho. Wayyyy mucho. Haha. * * * * * I love you so much. You probably don’t believe me. Oh well, you should. Cos it’s true. It’s been true. For a while now. It only grows stronger. * * * * *