What is my creative process, you ask?
Well, I pretty much make a list of stuff that happened to me lately, and then I write about it. Sometimes, if it isn't interesting enough, I write scenarios as I wish they had happened. Kind of like this:
How Things Really Went Down:
Ernesto the feral cat walks by my bench.
LINDSAY: *types away in blog*
ERNESTO: *disdainfully ignores Lindsay*
How I Believe In My Heart Things Went Down
Ernesto the feral cat walks by my bench.
LINDSAY: Here, kitty kitty kitty!
ERNESTO: YOWL!
LINDSAY: Ernesto attacked me! He wants my blood! I can see it in his feral kitty face!
Truly, I know not to approach feral cats. They are wild animals, and I know not what they will do.
Why do I keep talking about this? Le sigh.
Last week was pretty low key. After Monday I felt a lot better, but I was still tired all the time, and all I wanted to do was nap and drink sprite. I also did a lot of cross-stitching.
Yes, you read that right. I'm like 80 years old on the inside.
Friday night was especially sad. Boyfriend left on Thursday for a mock trial competition, at which he dominated.
LINDSAY: Boyfriend, Boyfriend! He's our guy! Close that case and make girls cry! Gooooooooo Boyfriend!
He really did make a girl cry once in mock trial. But that was not really his fault.
Anywhoozle, Friday, I was all, "wah wah, Boyfriend is gone." Then-
LINDSAY: Oh no.
SUSANA, HISPANIC GODDESS: What?
LINDSAY: I am one of those girls. I have nothing to do without Boyfriend!
But Susana, Hispanic Goddess, reminded me that it is okay to miss Boyfriend on the weekends, because I don't see him during the week. Also, I am awesome. Just thought I'd throw that in there.
Saturday was pretty crazy. Susana, Hispanic Goddess, invited me to a dinner and show organized by the Hispanic Student Association. It was really amazing. The food was great (I'm going to bother Susie until she makes me some of those patacones) and the acts they got were great. I saw Colombian dance! Also, a mariachi band! I now demand that Boyfriend learn how to play a giant guitar. I'll find a way to make it happen.
BOYFRIEND: Lindsay, where did my guitar disappear to?
LINDSAY: I utterly and completely have no idea! Here, play this giant one while I go look for it!
Afterward, there was an after party at one of the clubs downtown. Susana, Hispanic Goddess, had friends that were going, so we decided to go as well. First we popped by a Demosthenian (Susie's debate society) party. It was good to meet some of the people Susana, Hispanic Goddess, talks about.
So yes, Saturday was my first club experience! Yes, I live in Athens. No, I had never actually been to a club before. I just never found it worth the trouble, and apparently a lot of the good ones you have to be 21 (I think) and I don't have a fake ID. Nor do I desire one.
But this club was fun. Susana, I'm tired of typing this title, tried to teach me to Hispanic dance, which was an epic fail. I don't know why anyone expects that teaching me to dance would not be an epic fail.
For future reference, asking me to: dance, roller skate, ice skate, ski, surf, skateboard, water-ski, bowl, trapeze, walk a tight-rope, do anything requiring me to throw any object, do anything requiring me to kick any object, do anything requiring me to catch any object, bicycle or pretty much anything that requires some semblance of balance or coordination- these are all probably going to be epic fails.
But still, my awesomeness still conquers all. If nothing else, I'm pretty sure that my epic fails will be hilarious. Even if I end up breaking my tailbone.
With that, I leave you-
Waiting for Lindsaytopia
1 comment:
Just FYI, I seem to remember that you got pretty good on skis when you stopped waiting around for your oh-so-uncoordinated mother to stop falling. You would be pretty good if you had a chance to practice. And at one time you were a pretty good runner, too, until you messed up the ligaments in your ankles. So quit downing my precious girl!
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