We're all just insecure human beings...

Trying to find our place in this world.

pointless.

i'm a little bit tired of days passing by and having no meaning.

everyday when i eat dinner i sit there and think about what i've done that day(does that make me weird?) and as i sat there tonight, i realized i'd done pretty much nothing important, or fun, or productive.

so give me something that will make my thinking better.

on honesty box on facebook someone told me i was too preppy. this "honesty" kind of upset me. they don't really know me if they think i'm so preppy. i don't honestly think i'm THAT preppy. not that being preppy is a bad thing, i just don't think it describes me all that well.
i obsess over stupid things too much.
i should really stop.

wow.

oh wow. so i love this girl.
she's pretty awesomeee.(:

i happen to wish:

you weren't so two-faced.
i wish we were better friends.
and i wish i wasn't so jealous of you.

I don't really understand you.

You do things I don't agree with.
(but I love you anyways)
You say things I don't agree with.
(but I love you anyways.)
I'm not exactly sure what I see in you.
(but I love you SO much anyways.)

I'm not sure what to do about you right this second. But I think I might just love you anyways.

I'm tired.
I'm hungry.
I'm beyond sunburnt.
But today was amazing anyways.
I'm okay with not understanding you.
Because I think that's most of the reason I love you.

its time to get away from here.

but i have nowhere to go.

youth week of service tomorrow! we're cleaning the homeless shelter, then chilling at the pool.
i'm excited, because i didn't get to go today. and i get to see everybody i love tomorrrowww! (:

also.
final dress is tomorrow. whoopppp.
i love erin johnson.

can you be:

there for me.
honest.
loving.
great.
amazing.
musical.
flexible.
a best friend.
a texting buddy.
a lover.


the sad truth is...
i don' think there's anyone out there like that.
until then, you might just do.

hmphh.

i don't get to see you tomorrow. and that makes me sad. i don't think i'll see you on monday either. ): or tuesday for that matter. but wednesday thursday friday are pretty solid. (: which makes me happy

i like how much you care, it makes me feel good.

i like how i'm going to be at theatre every night this week. charlie brown is really coming together and looks really good.
i'm getting excited. i think this is going to be a good week. i really do.

i like:
you.
the things you say.
the things you do.
how you make me feel.

i don't know what i'm saying, i don't think half of it is true. oh welll.

Sometimes.

For things to get a lot better... They have to get a lot worse.

The bad part has happened. And I'm waiting for the better part to start.

Obsessed.

Right now. I'm obsessed with the song white houses by vanessa carlton. I realize this song was popular 3676432 years ago, but right now I can't stop listening to it.
I'm obsessed with the fact you're starting the conversations a lot recently. And that makes me happy.
I'm obsessed with the fact that Erin Johnson is back in North Carolina. I love her. And listening to her voice at reahearsal.
I'm obsessed with reading. Just because I have nothing else to do.
Im obsessed with the idea that next week is going to be awesome. A week with youth and theatre? Heck. To. The. Yes.
I'm obsessed with trying not to like him as much as I do. And I don't really even know who"him" is. I just like him. A lot.

if i could.

you know I would... I really am a person of good intentions. And really like pleasing other people. so if I've ever done anything wrong, I'm sorry. I can almost promise I didn't mean to.

i realize.

that last post was kind of harsh.

i forgive you.

you.

i think you saying
"i'll always be there for you"

is the biggest joke i've heard in my entire life.



wow. the joke isn't funny though.

Thinking.

Probably not the best of ideas seeing as how everytime I start thinking about things, I start feeling really down about everything and I just want to cry.


...please give me a shoulder to cry on... Please?

spare me the freaking dirty looks.

All this drama was created over something so stupid. I wasn't being "naive" I was just looking at what you did and taking it for what it was. So don't call me ignorant. Don't misjudge me. Because you're the one who started this. I'm just the victim.

(:

last night was fun. taylor and i hung out with the neighborhood kids, then went inside, and ate an entire package of rainbow cookies, 28 of them, all gone. oh and a pizza and breadsticks too. we're fatties, we know.
(:

i'm still mad that i cant go to florida, but i realize that its out of my control, i can't change it...


anyways. up was a really good movie. wilderness scouts, rawrrr, CAWW CAWWW.
but anyways, i love you.

good night (:

UGH

I just packed for a week in Florida. And I'm not even going. The girl I was supposed to go with's grandpa is having surgery this week so I can't go. I'm kind of really mad right now.

saving graces.

my friends are my saving graces.
last night with them reminded me why i really love being with them (:

i'm going over to my friend taylor's house tonight, i haven't seen her in over a month. i'm pretty danged excited about that.
i leave for florida in two days.


you're creepy. you text thirteen year old girls, and hit on them. is this because you can't get anyone your own age?

just saying.

SUMMERRRRR.

last night i wrote this super long, thoughtful blog, it didn't post, frankly i don't feel like going into it right now, maybe some other time.

its summer.
(:
heck. yes.
i miss everyone thats important, most of them don't go to my school, so its not like i miss them already.
3 more days to wait until florida, i'm super excited and the grove and all of its wonderful parts are going to be so fun to take pictures and drive around in this summer.

despite everything wrong, i'm told this summer's going to be amazing.
so prove it to me (:

I don't even like him that much.

...why is everyone freaking out like this?

leaving.

i'm going to florida next sunday with my best friend (:
we're going to have a blast. her grandparents live on an orange grove and we drive golf carts around it and go tan on the dock, and take jillions of pictures.

i'm so freaking excited.

school gets out in two and a half days. this idea makes me want to scream. happily of course.
josh is taking me to lunch on wednesday probably (:
yay!
i love him.


i love you.
lindsey

ugh.

today was just extremely pointless to be honest with you.
i'm kind of sick, and i slept til 12.
i cleaned the attic for my sister's friends to come over, i uploaded pictures. and did laundry.
not my kind of day.

on the bright side. the pictures sarah took are amazing. i'm glad she took them. i love her. a lot.

8th gradeitous?

I think not.

Tonight was really fun despite my feeling crappy torwards the end of the night.
The 8th graders at my school are disgusting. Everytime I turned around I saw more toungues down other peoples throats.
We're in 8th grade people. Get over yourselves.

I love you.
Lindsey

freaking yes.

the day is here!
today is going to be pretty spectacular.
i feel it.
my throat hurts a little bit. and its raining. but i think this day really has potential, i do.

the dance is tonight. then sally's afterparty. we're going to have so much fun. its like. ridiculous.
sarah's taking my pictures and helping me get ready before. (: yay. i love her. well.
i'll most likely post another one after the dance.

until then.

i love you!

so basically.

i'm kind of really really really excited about
TOMORROW!

i'm kind of hoping its one of the best days of my life. if not?
i'm not gonna lie. i'll be kind of disappointed. but i don't care. i'm going to make the most of it.

and dance my face off (:

crisp.

i'm sure the lovely sunburn of mine is going to look gorgeous and compliment my 8th grade dance dress SO well.
thank you sun. i'm glad you hate me.

stop

Being like this. I'm tired of everything being like this.

I'm so done with feeling so sorry for myself that I don't know what to do. I'm tired of waking up in the mornings and having no idea what could happen in a single day. Because I do know what can happen in a single day and it's either a really pretty, or really crappy picture.

I'm so hypocritical it's unreal. Stop being like this life. I can't handle it.