Hello! My name is Lindsay. I used to go here; maybe you remember me?

Last year I graduated from university and then moved back home. I tried to find a job. I went a little crazy. We won't talk about those dark days. Because things have changed! E.g.:

• I have a job!
• As an editorial assistant!
• In Chicago!
• Which is where I now live!
• By the zoo in Lincoln Park!
• In a (somewhat furnished and cutely decorated) shoebox!
• (My life warrants exclamation points!)

I also have internet, which is very nearly as good as those other things because I am able to spend too much time watching television again. (Namely The Hour and Luther these days. Also Gossip Girl? Yeeeeaaaaah, Dan and Blair. Told you I went cray-cray.)

I don't know how I lost track of you, dear old el jay. Can we get back together? Three-way with me and tumblr??

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I HAVE TO GIVE A TOAST AT MY FRIEND'S WEDDING AT THE END OF THE MONTH.
EVERYTHING I WRITE IS DUMB.

Have any of you ever given a toast at a wedding? I could reeeeaaaaaaallllllly use some advice. And/or a speech writer.

This just might be the single most amazing thing I have ever seen. Thank you, latara . He is wearing Pacey clothes and acting like Pacey and I know you're joking, Josh, but Pacey really is the greatest character in television history. Ever. Period.

So I was supposed to work at Forever 21 from 9pm to 2am on Monday, but Ann Taylor Loft called me that afternoon to set up an interview. So I quit, haha. Basically I walked out on a job on the off chance that I would get another one--for the second time this summer, might I add. There are reasons I am broke. But anyway, everything turned out swimmingly because I got the job, thank you baby Jesus. So now I get fifty percent off regular priced stuff, twenty percent off clearance, and thirty percent off gift cards. I won't have any money but at least I'll look classy.

Happy birthday, orange_crushed!

P.S. I miiiiight be writing Inception fic. Er, fics.

Not having the internet at home is an incredible nuisance. At least Starbucks has free wi-fi now; that's where I am right now. It's freezing in here and I just drank an iced green tea lemonade in about two seconds and I horribly need to pee but I can't because I don't want to interrupt any of my downloads. But still, internet! YES! 

I flew out to Washington Dulles in June for  a job interview. The interview went alright but the company was just an absolute mess, e.g. they didn't tell me that they wanted me to take a cab from the airport so I ended up wandering around the place, calling numbers that no one ever answered, until I finally got in touch with someone and they were like, "Oh, you can't find the cabs?" And I wanted to be like, "FOOL, THAT IS NOT THE PROBLEM, I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO." Also they dropped me off at the airport with about an hour before my plane was supposed to leave and I barely boarded in time; seriously, I was sprinting through the place like a maniac. Anyway, I did not get this job. I was a little disappointed (the salary would have been $42 grand), but not enough to get upset about it. I was a little hesitant about moving out to VA, away from everyone I know except one person.

Although occasionally that sounds kind of nice because my parents are driving me insane. INSANE. I would say that I am tortured about 30% of every day, because I am twenty two years old, at home without a job or an income, and all my parents ever do is fight about how poor they are, because they are just about as unemployed as I am. At least my dad gets unemployment and occasional jobs (he works in commercial construction, which is not exactly booming in Michigan these days). I'm only sticking with this arrangement because I'm saving a lot of money: when I'm home, I pretty much never spend any (my drink today was paid for with a gift card that I magically found in one of my drawers). None of my friends are around so I basically just haunt the library, hang out with my brother and grandparents, stay submerged in the pool for as long as possible (I'm getting pretty good at it), and zumba.

If you haven't diagnosed me yet, I'll just tell you: I am in such a strange place right now. (Not geographically, obvs, as Starbucks is pretty bog standard.) I have no idea what to do with myself. I've been applying to basically any job for which I even remotely qualify but I haven't had much luck. So I've been trying to engage in some major self-examination, and I think at some point so far this summer I decided that I want to be a journalist. At first I was a little suspicious that this had something to do with my daily viewing of Gilmore Girls (thanks, ABC Fam!), but then I realized that I actually wanted to do that when I was younger, so I think the impulse might actually be legit. Anyway, my plan right now is to get as much experience as I can and then start applying to grad schools, hopefully for next year, because I would like to put off paying my student loans as quickly as possible for as long as possible.

I've actually had some progress in getting some experience, too. My mom's cousin-in-law hooked me up with a friend of hers who just started a paper. To start off, I'm going to be doing a feature every week on a member of the community. The best part: I'll get $25 per article! Is it possible to get used to the idea that you can actually get money in exchange for writing? This is all so novel and awesome and dream-fulfilling. I might try to sell ads, too, for which I'll get a 20% commission (take THAT, Footprints). Also they're making me business cards AND a press pass. I hope I can use it to weasel my way into special events.

Anyway, being that I finally have an excuse to go places in search of internet, I will hopefully be more in touch with my virtual world. I would still really like to talk about Doctor Who at some point (I'm still incredibly obsessed. In fact, I have even been enjoying Matt/Karen fic. I don't know what it is about DW but it turns me into an RPF sort of person. And I like it). And maybe one day I'll even post some Obama pics.

Anyway, I think I get more internet time tomorrow, so I might be around then. I hope you are all doing well, and that we can actually speak sometime soon. Until then! 

Life lately has been crazy--hence my online absence. Hopefully one of these days I'll finish playing catch up with your lives and mine. Maybe we can even talk about television (i.e. Doctor Who). There is just something I want to share right now:

I'M GRADUATING FROM COLLEGE TOMORROW. AND PRESIDENT OBAMA WILL BE THERE.

Hello, future.

Whew. That was the first all-nighter I've had in a while. I blame ONTD for the spontaneous, late-night party post. And Call Girl for appearing online at 5:30 a.m. (Fucking fab episode, btw. Maybe I'll post about it later?) Also: Hi, I'm stupid.

Speaking of Call Girl, Billie Piper's body makes me want to throw up last night's Chinese takeout and never eat again ever. I mean, what the actual fuck. She looks like that after having a baby? I think it's safe to say that I have never and will never ever look like that ever for as long as I live. Ever. I should print out a screencap of Billie in her undercrackers and tape it to my fridge. Lol, you okay with that, V?

Preeeeeeeeeeeetty sure I'm going mental, thanks. Why is Call Girl not online yet?



I might be the last person to come across this photo, but HELLO SEXWICK. I can't even handle it. He's one of those actors who looks completely different when he's not being a certain character. Like JD and Logan.

I watched Community even though I should really be writing that paper (I won't tell you how not done it is). The episode was wonderful and hilarious, and I am so confused on the shipping front. Obviously I would rather get Jeff with me, but on a more practical and realistic level (well, as realistic as a fictional television show can get, I suppose), I'm conflicted: Britta or Annie? Must I lean one way or the other? Can two opposing ships coexist peacefully and squeefully in the (waaarped) mind and heart of one individual? Can I find a dresser small enough to fit in my room yet large enough that the entire cast can sleep in its drawers every night? Maybe two slightly smaller but still pretty big dressers would work.

I read this on highDEAS: "Ok you know how Snipers wear Ghillie suits? Well, what kind of idiot believes a bush could walk around? But if we trained a bunch of acrobatic midgets to be Snipers, we could put them in tumbleweed suits and no one would know what's up while they cartwheel to their next target. They should make a movie!!"