"I hate you." "Doesn't everyone?"

No more Saturdays for me...

As most of you charming hitchhikers probably already know, I have accepted (or /was/ accepted into) a job at the quaint little King's Greenhouse, in Stallings(near Matthews), NC. Yes, it's part-time only. Yes, it's min.wage. And yes, it's on Saturdays... and Thursdays... and occasional Sundays. For some reason, no matter how many times I practice, I can never spell OCCASIONAL correctly. Thank Heaven for spell-check. Although I'd probably be a much better speller without it...

This is a very short post...

Hint of random for you:

.... By the beard! Is that an Apricot?!

Spring is in the Air... and in the ground.

Phantasmal Goats & Gargantuan Larvae. Ew.

"If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding, but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend;
If you pardon, we will mend.
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearnéd luck,
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long:
Else the Puck a liar call.
So good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends."

-A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act V, scene ii.

I doubt I'll be able to make this post very long... for I have a headache, as large and monstrous as a... destructive goat. Hey, goats can be pretty fierce. They eat anything you know. ANYTHING. Plus those creepy eyes.



Updates... um... I've been thoroughly enjoying my slavery to schoolwork. I think it's reproducing right under my chin. There's always more than the day before.(rhyme) BUT, it'll be subsiding pretty soon... not soon enough, but still. Summer will be /quite/ the holiday... I'll hopefully have a job, my license in July, and maybe (if I get lucky) a nice old pick-up truck for me to wreck up. :) Cannnnnn't wait.

So, we were supposed to have a new moon last night, but it WASN'T THERE. I stood outside for a half hour, walking around barefoot looking for it. Which I must say must've looked really retarded. But I was disappointed anyway... so I just went back inside and ate some pie.

I started going through ALL my old writing last night. Correcting spelling, fragments, and switching some stuff around. I got through part ONE of one story by 12:30 am, not because of errors, but because it was 84 pages long! Hahaha :P I dunno what was wrong with my mind, but I enjoyed the story... part two tonight... :-/
So now all I have is about 37 separate stories left to go over; all with 40+ pages and annoying little ideas that'll seep back in my head. Yay, more fuel for the fire! (heavy sarcasm)

Josiah: I had an extremely weird dream about you last night... Both our parents and us were at this camp in the woods, and they wouldn't let us leave. But I can't remember why were even there... The people there made us hunt for mushrooms and caterpillars that looked like this:



Like I said; it was weird. O.o

Nathan: We need to get you a nickname. Any ideas anyone?

Livy: If you're reading this, send me a little one of your hilarious PM's, will you? I need it right now... or whenever you read this, if you do. Which I hope you do, because without you dear, I am quite Livyless and crestfallen. :(

Well well well, I've made this a decently long post, haven't I?
My comrades rejoice!!! (That it's finally over.)

The Walrus and The Carpenter

One of my favorites.
It's completely weird and random, but that's why I love it.
It's a little long, but it's worth the 5 minutes to read... :)


The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"

"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"

"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."

"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?

"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"

"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"

"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.


-Lewis Carroll

The Muddlepated Writing, Humdrum Afternoons, and Mirthful Imaginings of Lindsay Taylor

The title really speaks for itself. Yes, it says I love my synonym finder, but it also describes my current situation in life. Splendid stuff in my head that I cannot transfer to paper, and boring weekdays. I would have about six books by now if I could just get some of these lovely ideas down... Grrr.

I came up with a anagram pen-name about 15 mins ago. It's completely awesome. (It should be; it took me 3 hours.)
I did start writing something this morning, actually... it has to do with graveyards, yellow mustangs, and robbing Preschools. Yes, it was based of a really interesting dream I had last night. But my plot seems cool. One characters name is 'Hugh Noes' as in, 'who knows'. He shows up and shows to the main character how things she does will have the end result in random people, who had nothing to do with what she did, dying. It's kinda like, she did this, a person involved did something else to someone else because of that, and so on and so on, till it gets to the dead person. Everytime he comes to her, no matter where she is, she finds herself in a misty graveyard, and sees the faces of the people who will die. So her mission is to basically find these people, before it happens. It's complicated, I know. I'm still working on it. Haha :P.

I'm trying to focus on my future career as an Interior Designer more... working on random layouts and putting stuff together. It's fun, but it seems like everything I do, I have to do it alone. It makes me more and more introverted, which I don't like very much. I mean, I've always liked being alone. But seeing as I do school alone, write alone, read alone and whatnot, I'M JUST BORED. :P
Someone should just randomly show up at my house one day, pull me out of it and take me somewhere. Anywhere. hahaha.

I realllllly want spring and summer to hurry up. Having patience in waiting for it is not one of my strong points. :) I have compiled a "three top things I want to do during summer" list. It consists of the following:

1. Road trip with friends to the beach. 2. Actually /finish/ a book for once, and get a volunteer* to read it. (*A volunteer without rude facial expressions :P) 3. Ride in a speedboat for the first time in 5 years.

Well... goodbye's are always so hard... I could always just cut off the end of this post like th-