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My French girl has arrived and is sleeping in the spare room. I just wanted to let everyone know.

So yes, this week's been interesting. Didn't have school Monday and the rest of the week's a blur. Only had two classes today, then went skating on the canal with Becki. Then the French people missed their flight here so the meeting for information and to pick them up got moved to 7:30. So I got dinner with the boarders, which consquently tasted like rubbish, then went down the hill for chai with Adam and Ross. I still really like Ross's name. Wow that's amusing.

So going to Paris are me, Adam, and Corey (guy in my programming class, also playing Linus in the Snoopy play I'm taking my cousin Vanessa to). We gave the Paris kids a tour of the school and they seemed to like it and us enough. We'll see.

I think my sexy wounds are getting infected, but I'm frightened of sanitizers ever since the hydrogen peroxide incident.

Also, the word "sextet" has been amusing me to a greater extent than what would be considered normal.

I hate Valentines Day. It just makes me want to start dating again. In addition to this, Aurore (the French girl) wishes to go to the semiformal dance. And Adam and Corey have decided I'm going. So I guess I'm going. To a dance. Without Gina or Annie. I'm frightened. Also, people will see me in a dress and this is odd for me. So I've threatened horrible and painful suffering and possibly death on anyone who makes fun of me. This means especially you Tomoc.

I think my posts are getting longer.

Which John Cusack Are You?

So I got this from Chewy's journal.
So I'm supposed to be writing my English thing.
So I put the heat up so high that I'm wearing a tank top in February.
So I've managed to piss off my parents and I'm not even quite sure how.
So I didn't shower today.
So I sometimes hang out with people I meet on the street.
So I occasionally drink and/or smoke.
So I forget to change my calendars to the current month.
So I've eaten more pie than most people.
So I make long-distance phone calls when I feel lonely.
So I don't understand C language without comparing it to Java.
So I alienate all the wrong people.
So I'm undecisive.
So I let my fingernails grow too long.
So I procrastinate.
So I can't tell what direction smells are coming from.

Well fuck you. John fucking Cusak is fucking awesome. Fuck!

Wow folks! It's that time of year again!
A time of loving, a time of sharing, a time of planning...

...and a time in which I go through a teenie-weenie identity crisis! Yaaaaay!

If you think I'm talking about Valentine's Day or summat, you quite mistaken and should give me a call so we can have a little talk about priorities.

No, dear friends and random stalkers, I'm talking about course selections.

"Course selections?" you might ponder, "Whyever would that send Lindsey into a silly little breakdown?"

And here's the answer kids!

I have no clue where my life is going. Throughout most of the year, I generally wouldn't give a shit and tell whatever guidance couselor I might have that I wish to be a porn star/garbage truck driver/hobo/child molester/lawyer. All of these answers are good fun and all, but I'm getting pressure from all sides to pick something that I actually want to do.

Reasons being:
a)My final year of highschool is the most important one to get into the course that I want at the university that I want and if I don't get the proper courses at the proper universities I'll end up doing something I hate until I grow old and have a family who hates me because I'm so damn depressed all the time and eventually commit suicide in an un-interesting way
b)There is no B, as A has succeeded in scaring the living crap out of me.

Now please realize that I'm not some neurotic whateveritis and think that the decisions I make in my junior year will unquestionably change the rest of my life.

However, I am a neurotic whateveritis who thinks that the decisions I make in my junior year will change the rest of my life...funny that.

So what I'm looking for from you are some suggestions pertaining to how I should create my current plan for the future. And then I'll promise to shut up.

Edit- 10:57 PM, Feb 06, 2005- If anyone mentions housewife, I'm going to have to kick some ass.

Yeah, this pretty much says it all.