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Lindsay Shocking



April 6th, 2006

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hey-- how do you do a LJ cut? Some help please before I post a very long entry

Thanks <3

March 9th, 2005

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I'm going to make this journal friends only, seeing that most of my entries are posted in this fashion, anyway. If you want to keep on reading the random crap that is my life, you'd better get in contact with me so I can add you as a friend.


March 1st, 2005

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happy birthday livejournal-- i've had you for 1 year today. woohoo!

February 23rd, 2005

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Gotta love my new neighbors, partying all hours of the night. They don't sleep, they don't work, they never even do as much as LEAVE their place. I know this because I hear shitty rap music loud enough that I could tell you all the lyrics. And they scream and bitch at one another. I'm trying to SLEEP and can someone tell me who has a loud fucking party in an apartment complex at 12:25am?

Hopefully the cops will tell them that NO one does. Yes I called the cops on them. This has been going on EVERY night for the past 5 days since they moved in and I'm sick of it.

I hope those bastards get kicked out quicker than you can say "Keg's here!"

'Cause, I need to get some fucking sleep. Unlike them, I actually have somewhere I need to BE tomorrow.

February 18th, 2005

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so many psychos... so little time.

Where are all the NORMAL people?

February 17th, 2005

~poem time~

Written prematurely... or maybe not. Bleh. Either way, enjoy...

back to her bed

i was mad at him
cause he didn't give me any answers
that would satisfy this need
i was screaming and kicking
as he shoved me away
and he went back to her bed
i wanted to know
i was dying to know
what wasn't good enough in me

sure she may be pretty
and she'll squirm in your bed
screaming your name
but what about
all the things you said
oh the things you promised me
she might pull her hair
and wear her clothes revealing
but i cared
oh i genuinely cared

so i'm 20 now
and things are changing
and all i can think of
is you how you didn't call
to wish me the best
when you said you really cared
oh what is it in her
that is so appealing
is it her enticing stare
those pretty little fingers
the instability
that drags you down
the neediness
the greed
the fact that she squirms in your bed
oh i enjoyed you too much
held you within me too much
oh it just couldn't have been

but oh, what i wouldn't give to be her

why dating SUCKS

Hot internet boy forgot who I was the next day. So sad and degrading. After finding out who I was, he then proceeded to send me a link to some chick he has a crush on. Gag me, people are such assholes.

So that republican gutter punk friend that I had... yeah he *had* a girlfriend. The one I made out with... erm, he and his girlfriend broke up. I feel like shit because I wonder if his cheating ways were the end of it and therefore I had some doing in it. I haven't even talked to him in a week, but I've been keeping up with his life through myspace. She's PISSED...which I understand. Gah, I hate people. You can't trust anyone, and it seems like everyone is out to hurt you in relationships.

I think I should tell her that... actually, I *would* but I'm going to stay out of it and hope that they broke up over different reasons.

GT and Lennie are getting it on. At least *someone* seems to have some luck finding someone else. But they're frogs. I wish I was a frog.

February 13th, 2005


My frog Cletus got sick. I took him to the vet on Friday in hopes to help him. He didn't even seem to be that sick, but I was informed otherwise. Turns out he had a horrible bacterial infection and was given a 20% chance of living. I freaked out, but knew I had to do what it would take to help him. The vet also told me there was a good chance that Sacramentoad (Cletus' cagemate) could have gotten the same bacterial infection.

I separated them, however Sacramentoad already had a sore on her. I was horrified that she would get sick also. I gave her the same treatments I was giving Cletus and hoped for the best.

Sadly, that wasn't enough. When I woke up this morning Cletus had passed away. I had failed him, but I am determined not to fail Sacramentoad. She seems to be responding to the medication much better. I hope she will be okay.

Savannah and I went to the river to lay Cletus to rest. I have never been to the river before. It made me realize why I left Southern California--I crave natural beauty. To see the trees, the water... the history, everything! I am definetely going to visit the river more often.

Granted our outing to the river was not one marked with lively intentions, we encountered a lot of death while we were there. First we saw a dead beaver. I didn't even KNOW that beavers lived in Sacramento. We poked it with a stick for a second trying to figure out what killed it, but we couldn't figure it out.

And then there were all the bones. There were tons of fish remains... and then the random bones. We couldn't figure out what kind of bones they were. Human, perhaps? Lol. Regardless, it was an interesting outing.

I am so exhausted, I need to sleep.

February 11th, 2005


I eat too much pizza and I'm gonna look like a blimp if I keep it up. Blah.

I got my nails done today. That was goode, but what happened next wasn't good.

I was sitting in Glippy messing with my makeup, when someone tapped on my car door. Remembering that Eclipse's are the #1 most stolen car in Sacramento, I immediately locked my doors and looked up.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" He asked.

I recognized this fellow from somewhere, but where?

I then saw him pull out a brochure for magazines from his pocket. Goddamnit! This fool had already propositioned me, and now he's in the parking lot for Ross/Marshalls/the nail place. I guess that explains why I've gone over a week without dealing with these fuckers, they've moved.



So anyway, my trip to So Cali got shot to shit. I'm spending my weekend here, and I feel conflicted about it. It's good that I can stay here, because above all else, I don't know that I'm ready to go back. I have a lot I need to figure out. Yet, am I really figuring anything out? I've failed to even make an acquaintance at school, but I've made an enemy! Typical Lindsay behavior I suppose. I'm quickly becoming a hermit. I don't know how to make friends at school. Fraternaties/Sororities scare me. My vapid lab partners bore me.

My essay was picked by my english teacher as the model essay. This *must* count as something. At least my grades have improved, even if it's at the cost of a social life. At least I have Michelle because she rocks! Hopefully she can help prevent my hermit transformation.

When did internet people become so boring?

February 10th, 2005

oh god


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