Chills

(Get ready for the most misunderstood blog entry)

I am being revisited by an old enemy. 

Obviously I've done this to myself because, don't enemies only visit unless you invite them?

Of course this is metaphorically speaking.

Last night with a good friend of mine we went out for coffee and the whole time analyzed the female mind and men. Why is it that we think (as girls) we can change the boy that we like? Maybe change him for the better or possibly even... the worst? And why is it that we complain that boys play games with our hearts, when we do the same to them? I am by no means saying that I am perfect at this whole relationship thing, but when I think about it, there's so many components and and factors to a relationship. I swear, hundreds! Even more! Diving into a relationship is well and good but possibly the scariest thing. 

I absolutely hate hurting people, but sometimes I think I hurt myself more.

TGIF (tomorrow)!

Sometimes in the end it's good to just listen to Elton John's greatest hits and eat unhealthy foods.

*WANTED*

Hello my fellow readers! I am looking for models to help me create my portfolio for a little on the side photography business. If you model or believe this sounds like you, I am interested if you are!

Looking for: male(s)/female(s)
Other Requirements/information: All pictures will be posted on my facebook/blogspot page to announce my new projects. Of course since this litttle business of mine isn't exactly "big" and "booming" I won't be able to pay you for your modeling work.

Here are some pictures of my work (of course still in progress):
































Live in the Omaha/Lincoln, NE area?
Interested in your picture taken?
We can work out a price and such, but I'd love to, please send me an email:
lindsaylnl@hotmail.com

Thanks

Beginning Before Finishing

Summer is coming to a close.
School starts in a week from Wednesday.
It makes me hope I finished everything I wanted to accomplish.

I know in some areas I've matured- whether anyone notices or not, I notice. I lost some things, and I gained some things, but God is working out my life the way he wants it, and in the pain of my losses I find that what I gain is much more satisfying.

The heart has reasons that reasons don't understand

Ironically all that has been on my mind as of lately is the heart.
The heart not only is an important organ that is responsible for bringing the body life, but it also is very gentle. Fernando Soave once said, "our heart carries the wings of our dreams and our desire to realize them." I couldn't agree more. The heart can also be bitter and contain wickedness and bad intentions. I guess the heart can kind of have a love/hate relationship with us. It can make you who you are. I don't know if I give it enough credit. The Bible says, "a happy heart makes the face cheerful, but heartache crushes the spirit."

Saturday morning my grandpa had a heart attack and throughout the whole week has been in the hospital. Tomorrow (8-1-08) he will be having open heart surgery. I don't know really what else to say. I know people that don't talk to their grandparents besides holidays or would rather do anything but spend time with them. However my grandparents revolve around my family. We always monitor the decisions we make as a family because in one way or another our decisions affect them. I guess my grandpa can be considered the mediator of my family. In a way I kind of consider him another form or a closer form of my father. He is more than just a grandpa. This sounds kind of cheesy, but in total honesty he's such a peaceful, loving, caring, generous man. If something happens to my grandpa, I will respect God's decision. It's hard to trust God in situations like these. You want to hold the doctor's words high but sometimes you forget the ultimate doctor is the Lord and in the end he is the only one who can mend your broken heart. I'd like to say a thank you for my friends who have been there for me in this time, thank you doesn't feel like enough personally, but I truly appreciate it, I love you.

Long time no blog!

Hey everyone!
I'm sorry it's been ages since I haven't blogged here.
I've bee very busy...a lot has happened in my life since my last blog. Probably so much that I could barely make room here.

I went to California and got back about two weeks ago. I visited my pen pal of 2 years. That was very exciting and a great experience and I love her dearly, she is probably one of my best friends and always tries to understand and help me no matter what. I couldn't ask for better.


In the meantime I cannot describe my feelings. I feel new, but I feel old. I feel scared and kind of stuck...then again I feel ready.

I wish this entry was more elaborate but everything is too overwhelming (ie my thoughts, and recent experiences) that posting them would feel like I was moving backward rather that forward.

Here's to new beginnings!

Czechs Mix?

Guess where I will be October 22nd-November 1st? Take a look at the picture above...and if it hasn't registered yet- I will be going on a small missions trip to the Czech Republic and going to Austria as well!

We Remain As Two

Well I finished my first book out of my two new ones on Sunday. It was alright. There were a lot of good points in the book, but there wasn't really a strong thesis which made it hard for me to read.

I've been insanely busy lately. I've been babysitting so much! Actually, every single day. My t.v shows went from Law & Order, CSI Miami, and Cold Case to Curious George, Arthur, and Hannah Montana and watching "Snow Buddies" 20 times in a row. For the most part I like babysitting, but I do find times where I feel that it is definitely good birth control, and I am definitely not ready to have kids (disclaimer: hopefully you didn't get any ideas from that last sentence).

Honestly there's not much to update you with. I'm still alive, breathing, and google chatting during class.
G'night!

LOST in WRITER'S BLOCK land.

It's been a while since I've written in here. When I write in here I try to make sure it's something I enjoy writing, I try not to write in vain (haha), Anyway, that is my excuse for taking quite a long time to update my blog.

I should start off to say Happy Easter. Today is the day that my pastor made a clear, interesting point that life should be celebrated, for Jesus has risen from the dead. My Easter was...alright. It is my first Easter, let alone- holiday without having my brother around. He is in college at Southeastern University in FL. This Easter it was kind of quiet, and we didn't have mashed potatoes...boy are the times a changin'.

On a completely random note, I have absolutely no homework over my quarter mini break. So I have been finding episodes of t.v shows/movies I've always wanted to see, but didn't have the time for and watching them. Go ahead and sue me because I have never seen "Lost" before. So...I am starting from season 1 on episode 1 and watching it to see if I'll be a Lostaholic like some people I know. Hah, this could be interesting. I've been told I will be hooked, hmmph we'll see.

Happy Easter,
God bless!
Lindz

"You know..."

"Oh I don't know anymore..."

If you aren't in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?

Today I bought a lomography fisheye 35mm. I am very impressed with this find. Not to mention, that it is neon orange. AND, was mis-marked $20 cheaper, and thank goodness for false advertising because for $20 from $40 heck yeah I'm buying it!

Tonight Logan went to the Relevant Magazine 5 year anniversary party, how exciting! I wish I was in Florida. While I was there I definitely didn't like a few things about it. However I now see why one would like to live there, especially Logan. Except, every day while I was there I was reminded how I wanted to drink Omaha water, because the water in Florida taste like water out of the drinking fountains at the zoo...in other words, awful! My family barely noticed, but I'm thinking, how couldn't you? I bought bottled water all the time...I don't know where I'm going with this, and I'm rambling.

This weekend has been kind of relaxing. I am looking forward to intercession coming up the week after this week. I will catch up on my resting, and even finish The Catch In The Rye, that I started in January and wasn't able to finish due to the tedious book list in honors literature. I can't wait to finish that book, rest, and do less driving.

I really should get in the swing of less driving, because I'm starting to realize how fast gas goes. Or I can put a pity jar in my car and beg everyone who rides with me to donate to my gas fund.

Any ideas?

Turtle Girl.

Here's the scene:
Caffeine Dreams. Jamie at my right, and Emily sitting in front of me. They're playing UNO, I am watching, and of course typing this. It is a usual Friday. There's me complaining about how cold I am all the time while wearing some sloppy sweatshirt, Emily pretending not to be bored, and Jamie reading Anne Lamott.

I was reading a usual blogger I'm into named Jason Boyett (occasional free-lancer for Relevant Magazine). He came across another blogger who mentions a list of things that white people like. Let's see how white I am, shall we?

#61 Bicycles

And of course, it goes without saying that white people who ride bikes like to talk about how they are saving the earth. If you know a person who rides to work, you should take them aside and say “Hey, thanks. Sincerely, The Earth.” Then give a thumbs up. That white person will ride home on a cloud.

#49 Vintage

Beginning in their late teens, white people begin an obsession with finding cool vintage clothing at local thrift shops and Goodwills.

#44 Public Radio

White people have an uncanny ability to make the ordinary exciting and there is no better forum than public radio to best showcase this.

#19 Traveling

The second type of white person travel is Third World....But like with Europe, white people like to believe they are the first white people to make this trip. As such, they should be recognized as special and important individuals. That’s right, by going to a country, riding around on a bus or train, staying at a hotel or hostel and eating - they are doing something important for the world.

#9 Making You Feel Bad About Not Going Outside

While it would be easy to get angry at white people for this, remember it is hard wired in their head that the greatest thing a person can do in their free time is to hike/walk/bike outdoors.

#1 Coffee

I promise you that the first person at your school to drink coffee was a white person. You could kind of tell they didn’t enjoy it, but they did it anyways until they liked it - like cigarettes.

Mmm, caucasian!

Sigh

I considered getting my GED today, but an hour of researching my decision, I decided to stay in high school.

Middle Distance Runner

Alright, so I was going to update this thing on Sunday, and I actually got pretty far- but my post actually turned into being my column for my beg. newspaper class. Eh, things are going okay, I guess. To be honest, not that well. I can't exactly put my finger on the issue, but things just don't feel right, and my body seems to be preceptive to it, because as a result I've felt kind of depressed. I feel like a disappointment to everyone, and I don't know why, because if I can recall I don't remember disappointing anybody...And if I did, I'm sorry- but I hate this feeling. I hate feeling like trash. I'm trying to get "better" but better is hard to get to. It's a...process. Bare with me if I seem to be acting like a sap, I don't mean to bury you in my woes. I must sound pretty confusing, frazzled and ridiculous, right?

No Title

It has definitely been quite a while since I've updated.
A birthday, surprise party, car, and a license have recently entered my life.

I miss my brother incredibly more and more each day. And I should be in bed because tomorrow I'll barely be able to wake. So perhaps I will have a substantial update tomorrow.

On a Lighter Note

http://www.cnn.com/2008/LIVING/wayoflife/02/12/letters.bring.love.ap/index.html?eref=rss_latest


This is a good article. A friend of mine sent it to me, and it was probably one the cutest things I've read in a long time.

Are We Responsible?

Today I was reading on radiantmag.com (which has very good thought provoking articles, I highly recommend it), and I came across this interesting article. Please read it.

"Books bring me face to face with the passions of men and women I could never otherwise meet—men and women of different cultures, of different generations. These stories take me beyond myself. Many books arouse in me a sense of urgency for Cause X; however, one in particular draws within me such emotion, I cannot possibly stay silent.

As I read Shane Claiborne’s book Irresistible Revolution, I am filled with righteous indignation. Claiborne tells stories of poverty; he recounts heart-wrenching tales of abuse and people riddled with disease. He speaks of the outcasts of society and the failure of self-proclaimed Christ followers to love the way Jesus loved.

I feel disgusted because I am not worthy of crying. I weep at one story highlighting abuse by a certain T-shirt company that markets to American consumers—but I don’t deserve to feel better by my tears, to feel like I have compassion and am better than that T-shirt company simply because I am not in the factory. I don’t know where my T-shirts come from, which companies use child labor or abuse their employees. I don’t know that I am not wearing one of those shirts.

Our generation is one infected with the debilitating sickness of apathy. We act as if there are no poor, there are no battered, there is no genocide. I believe we do this because we can get away with it. We can let our depravity ride itself out, allowing ignorance to take its perfect course to self-absorption. If we can’t see it, it’s not happening.

According to charity: water, a nonprofit organization dedicated to saving lives, every week, 42,000 people die because they lack safe drinking water and basic sanitation. Of these tragedies, 90 percent are children.

The Somaly Mam foundation is dedicated to fighting sexual slavery. According to their site, more than 1 million women and children are sold into sexual slavery every year. Most horrifying is that almost 30 percent are between the ages of 9 and 15.

We learn in our eighth-grade history books of the horrible events of the Holocaust, but what of Darfur? One need only visit www.savedarfur.org to find out that since the start of genocide in Darfur four years ago, “as many as 400,000 innocent people have been killed and more than 2.5 million more have been driven from their homes.”

And the list goes on.

Who grows your coffee? Who makes your shirt? Who died for your oil? If you don’t know, are you responsible?

I often become overwhelmed by all of the disparity I see, but this is no excuse to remain inactive. We need to rise up and take charge of our lives. We need to become intentional about loving and protecting our brothers and sisters.

When we know the deep, intimate love of friendship, of community; when we truly know love like Christ’s love for the Church—then we know life.

What better gift to give someone than love, than life?

It’s time to stop talking about it. Talking only matters if we are empowering one another to change. We can talk about change, but if we only talk, we will never actually see it. We can talk about love, but if we only talk we will never know it.

“If I speak in human or angelic tongues, [a] but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. 3 If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body [to hardship] that I may boast, [b] but do not have love, I gain nothing.” (1 Corinthians 13:1–3, TNIV)

So start here. Visit these sites and visit their partner organizations. Research social issues and find out where you can get connected. Contact people, donate, volunteer and spread the word. You will change lives. "
www.charitywater.org
www.savedarfur.org
www.somaly.org
www.thesimpleway.org
www.invisiblechildren.org
www.hshomeless.com

Except I am totally for helping out through these charities, but I encourage you to visit volunteermatch.org to get involved in your own community for those organizations that aren't getting as much popularity as the ones above.

UGH.

Sometimes I wonder if it is best to isolate myself from everyone. I know isolation is definitely worse rather than better.
I am a complete idiot sometimes, well most times.
I don't exactly know where this is headed.

I am mixed in some awful emotions, and I really just feel like being a child again. I feel like laying my head on my grandpa. My favorite man.


Look, you know who you are. You know how I feel about you. I care about you a lot, and you mean a lot to me. You are the most intelligent person I know, and I could say so much more, but through a blog it sounds silly. You're incredibly sweet and considerate. Your faith is contagious, and I feel safe when I talk to you. I hope you know I'm not trying to ruin anything, but I sometimes feel I do.<3

Goodbye

My dog Sugar and I are leaving. I think I'm going to sail away in a canoe with Sugar at midnight.

We will sail far to a place where nobody knows us. Where we can sit in occasional non-awkward silence, and where politics doesn't exist. Where boys aren't stupid, and where girls aren't snobs. Where you're excited for your bedtime, and it's easy to wake up. Where 11 hours of sleep is required, and Wheatfields for dinner is mandatory at least once a week. Where floods of cookie dough ice cream rain here and there, and where there are attractive people with clean teeth smiling and biking along. Hmmm, where people make you laugh, and you only cry from laughing too hard. Where the name Hillary Clinton is banned, and where every morning you get a kiss on the forehead welcoming the day.

Ughh sugar and I are leaving.
I will write.

I'm serious.

Kiss me.

Double Meanings.

Do you ever feel like people mean something else when they say something?
Like today I saw a teacher and he said "hi there, how are you doing?" but I knew he meant, "how are you doing since I saw you were crying in class yesterday"...And in my history class a kid said "what's up?" but I knew he meant "how's everything since IncluCity" (a camp I went to).

Double meanings. Luckily I know how respond in that secret language.

I Can't Do This Anymore.

I can't do this anymore.
I can't do this anymore.
I can't do this anymore.
I can't do this anymore.
I can't do this anymore.
I can't do this anymore.
I can't do this anymore.
I can't do this anymore.
I can't do this anymore.
I can't do this anymore.
I can't do this anymore.

I'm sorry, I can't.

Be Gentle With Me.

Haha, strangest day ever. I haven't "blogged" in a while. Hmm... I will be 16 soon, and I will get my license and finally those of you who have driven me around for what it seems like ages (which I appreciate to the fullest) will be relieved from your duties.

I wish I could write more, I will later, maybe tomorrow.

Sore.

While I was in Florida I missed one day of my Weight Training class. Today after school I made it up by 40 minutes straight of vigorous physical activity. I feel completely numb, and my muscles are sore. I have been limping, but I'm trying to bite the bullet and walk on my legs. Haha, as you can tell I don't work-out. On Tuesday my friend tried to give me "physical therapy", which was basically me laying on the floor screaming and her sitting on my feet and pounding on my muscles until they stopped aching.

It's times like these when I'd call Logan and we'd go out for coffee, but he's not here and I miss him. Everyday I seem to realize more and more that he truly is my best friend. Around here lately I get a little lonely. There's really nobody to have deep conversations on the Bible, politics, psychological and sociological topics. I guess I have people to talk to, but it's not the same- I sound pitiful. It's hard to explain, I'm blessed to have an amazing brother, best friend, and a great frisbee partner all in one.

Relief.

I bet you can't guess what came today (besides my new craving for multi-grain club crackers).

My "Our Ill Wills" album by: Shout Out Louds!

Cat Power

Come with me
My love
To the sea
The sea of love

I want to tell you
how much
I love you

Do you remember
When we met
That's the day
I knew you were my pet

I wanna tell you
how much
I love you

Come with me
My love
To the sea
The sea of love

I wanna tell you
How much
I love you






For those of you unfamiliar with this great song, take a listen:

My Heart Aches.

I am sitting in Panera, not only soaking up their free wifi, but also getting a quick lunch before we head for the airport.
My Florida escapade is finished. My brother is officially a student at Southeastern University in Lakeland, Florida. This morning I went to the beach for the last time. It was a different January than I have had in the past, for the reason that I was in a swimsuit at the beach in 80 degree weather. It felt nice. Nature truly does nothing in vain. Florida is very beautiful, and it is very cultural and has a lot to offer. But Omaha is my home, and my roots will forever continue to grow there (well, as of now). I go home to my own bed, my dog, and piles of make-up homework.

I often call myself a nerd, well Betsy calls me it too. Hmm, I was just thinking of what I will go back to wearing when I find that Omaha just had an inch of snow. My friends sometimes call me a nerd because my socks bunch up by my ankles. I guess I go back to wearing bunched up socks instead of flip flops. My swimsuit will only be used for those Prairie Life nights in the hottub and steam room. And I'll probably stop pinning my bangs back so they can warm my forehead.

I have had a very interesting week. Some things have been folded and tucked away, and some have just began to blossom. And I will admit I am scared of what they might grow into.

No Comment.

"For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul."

And it rips through the silence, all that is left is all that I hide

For some strange reason I feel lead to write some deep, intellectual, honest blog. I don't feel I can, because being honest on this subject scares the heck out of me. Spencer Johnson (a motivational author/business speaker) once said, "integrity is telling myself the truth, and honesty is telling other people the truth." Except, for some reason I don't feel like I need to tell anyone my experiences with depression. But my depression happened to me for a reason, I to this day don't understand why it happened to me. I don't know why I am even typing this...

I have a good friend who made an attempt to end his life a year ago. When I found out I was out of town, and I could hardly speak to the person on the phone who called me to tell me the news. I was in shock, and it killed my spirit. Even looking back on this, all I remember is bawling until the whites in my eyes were red. I don't know why, but I felt like it was my fault. I felt that if I were in town, he would have called me, and he wouldn't have tried to kill himself. By the grace of God, my friend is alive and went into treatment.

I used to think that when someone was depressed or contemplating suicide, they were doing it for attention. Perhaps some are, but I am embarrassed that I would even think that. Not that long ago, when I was depressed, I was definitely not myself. In fact, I think I was a different person, in a totally different state of mind. I would only vent to a few close friends, and they may not have understood the way I felt (to be honest, I didn't either). Looking back on a certain situation I told my friend through a message exactly how I felt, whatever thoughts came to my mind. Even if it didn't make sense, I kept typing.

I remember I thought about my well-being a lot. I was scared to be so depressed, because I didn't know what I was capable of doing to myself in that state of mind. I started medication to go through this battle. I remember the doctor asking me questions such as "have you ever tried to kill yourself?", "have you had thoughts of suicide?". When I said my responses I felt ashamed. I was so hard on myself. Sometimes I don't even think it was me...something was hard on me. I thought of God, and I wondered why this was happening. I wasn't necessarily angry at Him, but I felt like he was out to get me, or testing me. So I began to read the book of Job.

I felt like I was definitely alone. Even at church, I felt like some people thought I wasn't a child of God if I was this way. And if you are a Christian you must be happy. I didn't want to tell anyone at church that I was on medication, because I didn't want them to judge me, or my relationship with God. Other friends tip toed around the words "depression" or "sad" when they were around me. And I felt like I was stopping people.

While flipping through Job I did some more research on other people in the Bible who struggled with depression. I read how Moses was in the wilderness leading the people. The people were upset because they didn't have any meat to eat. Moses asked God why he was being so hard on him, and told him how the people were a burden on him. He even told God to kill him if he was going to treat him this way. I could definitely relate. I wondered why God would bring me down, and I felt like I was carrying burden after burden. I definitely just wanted to die. Luckily, I couldn't bring myself to do it to myself. I (like Moses) asked God to just kill me if I had to keep going through such pain. After my prayer I must have fell asleep, and I guess God didn't want me dead because I woke up breathing the next morning. Reading experiences of Job, Moses, Paul, and Jeremiah, I felt that it was God's way of sending me strength to keep going.

One day I was talking to my teacher after school and he said "how are you? Lately you seem, depressed. Are you okay?", I paused for a bit- but not for too long because I didn't want him to know that anything was up. After quickly checking myself, I realized I hadn't been depressed for a week... Ever since that conversation I have not felt depressed, sad sometimes, but not depression (yes they are two different things). I still take medication, and I am sometimes ashamed of it, but I then try to make myself realize I have no reason to be. I'm not saying that I will never go through something like that again, and if it comes, I am ready to fight what Satan uses for evil into what God uses for glory. Ever since that, I have not been myself, I know what I am capable of doing, I know that God wouldn't put me through something I can't handle. Maybe that seems like a wimpy story to you, but trust me, it was hard as hell. And I am happy I didn't do anything stupid, that I relied on God, and he gave me strength. In the first paragraph of my blog I stated that I didn't know why I was typing this but now I know. I thought I was capable of ending my life, but God showed me that I was capable of starting to live it.

Don't tell me that this is not even the slightest bit inspiring.

I just ordered The Flying Club Cup by: Beirut and Our Ill Wills by: The Shout Out Louds.
I love Zach Condon, he plays nice gypsy style tunes.



I also like jazz/big band music. When I was five my mom bought my brother Louis Armstrong cassettes and I used to play them in my little cassette player. I miss the good ole' days. Now my cassette player is broken.

If you woke up breathing, congratulations! You have another chance.

Today I started from the first page of my journal until my current day entries. And wow, I have grown up in some areas, and in others I am still immature and need to mature- and with time/experiences I am confident that I will.
I can already sense that in this entry I will just be rambling about whatever comes to mind.
I know I am late to develop any resolutions, and usually I am not one for making any in the first place. Once I promised myself to empty the dishwasher every time my mom asked, and I didn't follow through with it, but that was quite a long time ago anyway. Actually I believe I was eight years old... Today I began thinking of what resolutions I could come up with for 2008, and I found that I plan on:
- Develop a perspective bigger than myself.
- Live a lifesyle that prioritizes relationships.
- Remind myself that I must serve Christ single-mindedly.

While reading in my journal I realized that I made a lot of lists. Some are harsh, and some are sweet, such as:
Things I need to give up.
People I care about.
People I love.
People who love me.
Bands I like.
Songs I like.
Music to download.
Things I must do before I die.
Why am I depressed.
Places to travel.
Names for children.
Characteristics I want in a relationships.
Things I need to work on.
Why I hate getting my wisdom teeth taken out (haha!).

Logan is sleeping in his dorm tonight. Also, Marilyn's birthday is today (basically). Awwwwww, my babies are all grown up! On a completely random side note- I must remember that love is intended to be patient. I hope you are doing alright. I want you to know that not a day goes by where you don't cross my mind. And I believe like this is definitely sweet irony.
Goodnight from Florida!
-Lindsay

The joy is the source of my smile.

My friends I wish I could explain the feelings I have. 

I am in Florida and the weather is so gosh darn beautiful and airy, and the breeze feels so nice against my skin. Today my brother and I played frisbee in the park by the lake. If you know me, you'd know that frisbee is my latest flare. And for all of you Relevant Magazine fans, Logan and I drove by/took pictures in front of the building. Eh, so nerdy! But this is actually a big deal to us! Today I guess you could say that we spent most of the day in downtown Orlando. I checked out this really cool independent music store, and in most of the store there were just records. My record player doesn't work, and I am tempted to just buy a new one (though they're probably expensive?), so I didn't end up buying anything- but Logan bought two DVDs. 

Tomorrow is orientation for Logan at his university. It's weird, because Logan and I are very close, and I know I should feel sad, but I don't. Or maybe it's okay not to feel sad. I feel hopeful for him, and I feel that God is going to do amazing things through/with him. I definitely feel like God has been with me (of course as always), but I feel especially close to him. 

On a side note- I know how Audrey Hepburn feels in the movie Funny Face when she meets Fred Astaire.

Well, I need to rest. 

I am definitely deprived.

Smoke in My Lungs

With smoke in my lungs. That is how Florida welcomed me in their lovely airport. As of today it is day two of my Florida excursion. Orlando is very busy, and their drivers aren't the kindest. It is times like these that I am grateful for Beirut, Bob Dylan, The Shout Out Louds and Omaha's Sbarro. It is late/early (however you look at it) and I can't sleep. Florida's weather is very nice, and today it felt as if the sun kissed me on the cheek. 

But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.

Nevermind.