Contrariwise: Flashback

Lindsay's first blog, containing entries from August 2002 through July 2006.



Saturday, November 23, 2002

 
Well. ::struggles to come up with another sentence:: Note to self: Must have guts to do things like that more often. (Thanks, Andra.) I feel much better now. Especially once I gave Mark this address, so I could say what I was trying to with much less chance of sounding like an idiot. (Keep your comments to yourself, Greg.) I love it when I have epiphanies like that, like the one where I thought, "I should start a blog." "Convenient" doesn't begin to describe the great things about blogging in general.

Where was I? Oh, right. Mark, since you signed the guestbook, I'll write here. The only reason I couldn't give you "a definitive answer" was that I was caught off guard (and then the whole butterflies thing), I'm underage, and the parental units probably won't let me. That's why I said "I don't think I can," and not "I don't want to." As the caterpillar said in Alice in Wonderland, "Say what you mean, and mean what you say." I love that book. Oh, and I know we'll win. Come on now, you of all people should know we're good. We rock. Go us. [/mini pep talk]

Now that that's out of the way, moving on. My Uncle John, Harding, and my cousin Sydney are in town, so I went over to my grandfather's house last night to see them. I usually try to avoid non-holiday family gatherings because they're not much fun. I'm the oldest grandchild on one side, second-oldest on the other, so I have no one to talk to. Last night was no exception. Sydney is two now, and absolutely adorable. She doesn't talk much, though. Reminds me of myself when I was little (from what my family has told me, anyway). Everyone else is pretty much the same. They were all surprised to see me, though, and I wowed them with my awesome "Jeopardy!" skills. Then I went downstairs to read and referee the rugrats. I swear, I'm either the only normal one or the really weird one. (The latter is more plausible, come to think of it.)

I actually left the house today. Nothing like a week off to convince you to go do something. Piano was fine. I have more time to practice now that it's not end-of-quarter. The recital is in a few weeks, and I still need to work on my songs some more. Went to the library, got books, was still puzzled over why Megan and Stephanie cannot seem to find the books I do. (I know that part of the library isn't invisible. Shall I draw you a map?) I'm stuck with rugrat duty tonight, so I'll probably just stay online for ages, just like always. Sigh. I really am MyLifeIsBoringButI'llTellYouAboutItAnyway!Linz. =)


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