Author: lindsey

It is now 5:49, and I have to leave for Carmike at 6:45, and I have to take a shower. So of course, I am making a journal entry and spending useless time on the computer. Of course. No, I am not going to work, I am going to see a movie with Crystal and Amber, two friends from high school that I’ve really missed hanging out with. I went to see Kill Bill Vol. 2 by myself, as I have always had some natural kind of guy repellant, and they were there, and we totally cracked up and had the greatest time, and probably annoyed the rest of the theater I’m sure. So we want to do it again!! This time most likely in Hellboy.

Tyler called me last night!! I read his web page too, and it’s so nice to hear that he’s enjoying himself. You are so awesome Tyler!! I love you.

I had other important stuff to say… what was it? Hmm. I forget. Crap. Uh, my mom got a new oven, it’s very beautiful, I’m about to piss my pants in anticipation of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. That’s right. I have an announcement to make.

HARRY POTTER OPENS IN THEATERS JUNE 4TH. I AM TAKING OFF WORK AND GOING TO WATCH IT IN TULSA AT PROBABLY 7 O’CLOCK. ANYONE ELSE WANTING TO GO NEEDS TO CONTACT ME, EITHER CELL PHONE, E-MAIL, OR YAHOO INSTANT MESSENGER(eternalcookie). I’m hardly ever the one to set this stuff up, but this time I am totally the ringleader. Mahahaaa… IMPORTANT: YOU MUST BE WILLING TO BE SEEN WITH SOMEONE WHO WILL JUMP UP AND DOWN CLAPPING WHILE IN LINE AND MAY OR MAY NOT BE WEARING SOME TIME OF HARRY POTTER COSTUME. ALSO BE PREPARED FOR DELIGHTED SQUEALING FOR AT LEAST 15 MINUTES AFTER THE MOVIE IS OVER. THAT IS ALL.

Have I ever mentioned that men are total shit? Because they are.

Never again. Never ever.

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And you can take that to the fucking bank, baby.

Above are my Mother’s Day photos. My mom and grandma and I went to church and then Baker’s. Yum! And I have updated the photography page. It’s now like a monthly photo diary, and remember to hover on a picture for an explanation, and click to enlarge. Well, only on the photography page.

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Janel’s house Tuesday. Dear lord that was a crazy night. Wow. Much fun though. We watched the first Harry Potter movie, which immediately got me really excited about the third one coming out, and as soon as I got home, I had to start reading the books again. I really have no clue how they’re going to keep making just one movie for each book. The fifth book is over 800 pages.

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Last night at Paul and Bryan’s was really fun!!! I got to see Jessica and Andy, who I haven’t seen in forever, and I got most everybody’s address and stuff. Oh yeah, please feel free to e-mail me your address, phone number(s), and birthdate so I can put it in my address book and send you a postcard when I get to Hawai’i.

This morning, I had my 5th lightning encounter. You may or may not already know that I have been almost struck by lightning four times. This morning, I wasn’t really almost struck, so now I’m calling them “lightning encounters.” Or, in other words, encounters of the electrical kind. I was sitting in my living room in the chair close to the window (which is MY chair), enjoying the thunder and reading, and all of a sudden there’s a very bright flash, I hear some kind of a pop or a snap somewhere in my house, and then my toes started tingling very strongly. It just lasted for an instant, but I immediately realized that electricity was exiting my body through my toes. Also I was kind of disoriented for a minute. It’s very weird to describe what that feels like if you haven’t experienced it. The lightning shivers, what I call them, has happened to me several times, usually when I’m outside and there’s lightning about half a mile away or closer. It’s very much like that little crackly feeling you get when you’re standing right next to a TV when it’s turned on or off but much stronger, but then again, that just might be me as well. What can I say? I have an electric personality. 😀

Sorry… anyway this is the strongest I’ve ever felt it. I’ve also accidentally touched my thumb to a prong as I was plugging it in. That one really hurt, but it was just in the one area. Lightning shivers are all over, like it’s an expanding field in the atmosphere. Very odd…

Well, hope I’m okay tonight. Tyler and Alesha and I are going to try to go to Tulsa and eat at Mimi’s Cafe and go dancing, but that may be canceled on account of the weather. We’ll see… Konbanwa minna-san!!

Some photos from our Studio 54/310 Tulsa trip. An excellent time was had by all!! Wow, today Tyler and I went to work out, and afterwards we ate at Azalea Cafe and got to see Tiffany! Yay! There’s been a couple of things really heavy on my mind lately, and I just poured out my soul to Tyler, and he really made me feel lots better. Thanks Tyler!!!

I’m kind of behind on the pictures here, so tomorrow I’ll post pictures from Mother’s Day, last night at Janel’s and tonight at Bryan’s, and then I’ll try to stay updated on time. 😀 Ja ne!

Excuse me when I say, “Wah!”

I hate it when I’m in these moods. They really suck. I suck. Everything sucks. Hence why I hate these moods. I’m not sure why, but I just realized that I am so totally left out. But in a really weird way. Like it’s fate or something. It’s not really so much because of the way I am or the way other people are, it’s just… there. Have you ever felt so alone it’s as if outside of your door, no one else exists? I could walk out right now and not see anybody. Even my mom, if she were here. I would see them, but I wouldn’t SEE them. They wouldn’t see me. And that is true loneliness. And I say this all very factual, because I don’t necessarily feel sad, I’m just observing. And no matter where I go… Hawaii, Japan, I’ll still be alone. My facet of the universe will be forever encaged in the glassy walls of my mind, because there is no true connection.

And at the same time we are all connected… I don’t understand it.

(I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead*

*I think I made you up inside my head)

Hey, I just realized that the last entry was my 100th since I’ve been on ukiyo.net. Yay pointless drivel x 100!!!

OH!! When I was at work, I discovered that there already IS a movie called Blood Work. It has Clint Eastwood in it. So… yeah.

Oh, and I discovered this really nifty thing to make everyone comment more. Hehehe. It makes it really easy to comment, and to read the comments because they just pop down. I’ll probably get around to putting it up next week, among other nifty things I’ve discovered. I think you should even expect a new layout sometime in the future. There’s this really awesome thing you can do with placement tags, which I just realized I’m sure you’re not interested in. Anyway, I’ve known about it for a long time but never really implemented it, so I want to try that. Also something more colorful. This is too plain for me. I’m so picky and fickle. I’m pickle. Or ficky. Whichever.

Thanks for the comment Scott. Yay not from Houston!! I should start a webring.

Hey…. I’m kind of an idiot sometimes. I realize this. I just needed to say that.

This morning, I had a physical. I don’t think I’ve ever had a physical before, EVER. It was kind of scary. Actually, the only part I was scared of was if they were going to take blood or not. I didn’t really think about anything else I had to do. I got my vitals, had to pee in a little cup (well, it was a big cup… not like I missed or anything… can girls even miss?), and then the nasty words… BLOOD WORK. That’s like the title of a slasher movie or something. So I was really nervous. Shaking nervous. I told the lady doing it that I haven’t had any blood taken since I was 11, and she said that’s a bad age to get it. This… didn’t really make any sense to me. I think she was trying to make me feel better. But she was really good and it didn’t even hurt. I’m such a wimp when it comes to anticipation. Then the doctor saw me and I had to do all these funky exercises. I did pretty good on everything except for touching my toes, but I’ve never been able to do that.

Because my skin really disliked the tape she put on after the bloodwork, it now looks like I have several track marks. Just so you know.

I’ve been thinking a lot about how cramped everything is in Japan. I have mild claustrophobia, but I’m thinking I’m going to have to get over this, because here’s something very common in Japan, and that’s a capsule hotel. Here is a picture taken from this guy’s site of one of the capsules.

They’re actually not as bad as I thought. He said he’s a pretty big guy and he fits in there okay. It has a TV, radio, alarm, and being Japanese, some porn. That kind of raises another issue. How well do they clean these things?

Actually, I probably won’t ever stay in one of these unless I just want to. I’ll be staying either with a family or by myself in an apartment, or in a youth hostel. Yay for youth hostels!!

I really like/dislike looking at other people’s blogs/journals. I usually find an eloquent person’s link page and peruse to my heart’s content, but I always feel empty and disappointed at the end. Not because their sites sucked, but because MINE does. It feels like high school all over again. It’s one big popularity contest. Now they have this thing called a blogroll. It’s basically a self-updating list of blogs. It just… I don’t know. It’s a good idea, but….

Why don’t any strangers read my site? There are journals out there that are really not so interesting and they get visitors from all over the world. I mean, mine’s not really that interesting either, but I at least expect… I don’t know… comments from really weird people or something. Arg.

And then, I don’t know why, there’s always about three or four bloggers that are from Houston. And not only are they from Houston, but they LOVE to take pictures of this beautiful city that always puts a jagged thorn in my esophagus. I don’t know why. I feel… okay about the situation. Rephrase: I don’t really know if one could ever be okay with their first love breaking it off by moving to another state, falling in love and reproducing in the span of 10 months, but I have ACCEPTED it. I mean, I’m friends with him now. I talk to him on the phone and there is no icky residue afterwards. It doesn’t even bother me to find memorabilia of our relationship anymore. “Hey, a love letter. Huh.” toss But there is just something about seeing Houston that really bothers me. Maybe it’s because the week that I spent there is associated with some of the worst emotions I have ever felt. Or maybe it’s the smog. I don’t know. I just feel pain when I see pictures of it, or read stories about from people who live there.

Hmm. Perhaps my subconscious mind refuses to believe it actually exists. “Houston? No, no silly. You can’t go there… it’s like Atlantis. Or better yet, the Underworld, separated from reality by Death and Death alone.” I’m still not certain that Hawaii exists, for the same reason except on the other end of the spectrum. I don’t think I’ll truly believe in it until my foot hits the ground stepping off the plane. Of course, even then I can’t be entirely sure that it’s the actual Hawaii we see on the map. We’d be going over hundreds of miles of ocean. They could be taking me anywhere. Sometime during the flight (probably with the meal) they slipped me something that transports me to this fictitious universe where people actually get to carry out a lifetime dream. (Really, I feel so lucky to even have this opportunity, even though I was the one to make it happen. I really need to change my mentality to optimism.)

sigh I’m confused. I don’t really know what I’m trying to say. Maybe “I’m happy.” Maybe. But that scares me. It always has. Or maybe it’s happiness that’s scared of me. Either way, I’m getting one of those blogroll thingies.