I accidently bumped the back of Ashton Kutcher's car, and the trunk flew open, revealing a dead body. He rushed out of the car and shut the trunk and said...
"Oh... that... it's umm... it's not real body. It's fake! Yeah, it's fake. I'm planning to punk Dane Cook, and I needed something that would get him good. So I'm gonna put a the fake dead body on his porch, and scare him. Haha, funny, right? Ha... umm... here take this (he hands me $10,000 from his pocket) I'm not going to file the report, I'm in a hurry. Just get you're car fixed. I was going take this car to the dump soon anyway. No biggie. Uhh.. I have to go! Bye!"
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Sunday, March 25, 2007
art gallery story
They were finally in town. She'd waited for what seemed like forever.
She told her mom she was going to a friends house to hang out, but she walked to the store instead.
They were beautiful, her favorite color, red. She knew her mother couldn't afford them. Her mom was a single parent, with two other kids besides her.
Her name was Sarah Joy McCullen, 14 years old, 5'6", 125 pounds. The police of New Jersey knew her by name because she'd been in so much trouble.
Like always she didn't care about the consequences. Juvi was worth getting to wear those shoes even if for only two minutes.
She glanced around the store to see if anyone was looking, and pondered her escape. She slid them on her feet, made sure no one was looking and walked to the door slowly. Once she reached the door, she took off running. She could hear the girl running the store shouting at her, but she kept running. She made it to her street, she could she her front porch, and her moms white van.
It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky. Sweat dripped down the sides of her head. Suddenly she heard the sirens. She was so close. She ran as fast as she could, but they caught her.
She told her mom she was going to a friends house to hang out, but she walked to the store instead.
They were beautiful, her favorite color, red. She knew her mother couldn't afford them. Her mom was a single parent, with two other kids besides her.
Her name was Sarah Joy McCullen, 14 years old, 5'6", 125 pounds. The police of New Jersey knew her by name because she'd been in so much trouble.
Like always she didn't care about the consequences. Juvi was worth getting to wear those shoes even if for only two minutes.
She glanced around the store to see if anyone was looking, and pondered her escape. She slid them on her feet, made sure no one was looking and walked to the door slowly. Once she reached the door, she took off running. She could hear the girl running the store shouting at her, but she kept running. She made it to her street, she could she her front porch, and her moms white van.
It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky. Sweat dripped down the sides of her head. Suddenly she heard the sirens. She was so close. She ran as fast as she could, but they caught her.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Description: As I Closed My Eyes
-a smile
-laughter
-the bright suns heat
-seagulls
-volleyball in my hand, rested by my hip
-sand between my toes
-crisp breeze from the ocean
-throwing football
-music (rock) playing on the radio
-little children running
-bits of sand on my face
-sunburn on his shoulders
-cluster of guys
-talking from within the house
-hammock swaying from the wind
-people walking
-smell of a cigarette in the distance
-crashing of waves
-surfers
-rough wood under my feet
-the pressure of sunglasses on my temples
-smells of hotdogs on the grill
-families playing together
-laughter
-the bright suns heat
-seagulls
-volleyball in my hand, rested by my hip
-sand between my toes
-crisp breeze from the ocean
-throwing football
-music (rock) playing on the radio
-little children running
-bits of sand on my face
-sunburn on his shoulders
-cluster of guys
-talking from within the house
-hammock swaying from the wind
-people walking
-smell of a cigarette in the distance
-crashing of waves
-surfers
-rough wood under my feet
-the pressure of sunglasses on my temples
-smells of hotdogs on the grill
-families playing together
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Cinquain
She walks,
lost in her own
world, rejected by those
she longs to be accepted by
the most.
He wastes
his life, shut out
from the world, so that he
will never have to put his heart
at risk.
Both had
been hurt more than
anyone should. Fate brought
the two together, vanishing
their pain.
Finding
one another
has allowed them to find
themselves, along with a happy
ending.
lost in her own
world, rejected by those
she longs to be accepted by
the most.
He wastes
his life, shut out
from the world, so that he
will never have to put his heart
at risk.
Both had
been hurt more than
anyone should. Fate brought
the two together, vanishing
their pain.
Finding
one another
has allowed them to find
themselves, along with a happy
ending.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Observations
1) I was sitting outside my dorm and a guy was walking by singing opera, in a really high pitched voice. Nothing bad about this, it just really threw me off guard.
2) I saw a crow land on top of another crow... never seen that one before. Not sure if he didn't see the other bird, or maybe he wanted a piggy-back ride.
3) One of my friends was really sad because she couldn't see her boyfriend for valentines day, and he called her and told her he got off of work early and was coming to see her. She started screaming and rolling all in the floor. Talk about crazy mood swings.
4) I was sitting outside, and saw a girl give a guy a kiss goodbye. And then see came and sat on the steps for a few minutes, and another guy pulled up and parked. He walked to her and she hugged him and said "Hey baby" and kissed him. They went inside the dorm. If he is the baby, who was the other guy?? The daddy?
5) Today, I was walking by the tennis courts and they were all empty. It's a beautiful day, and it's not half as cold as it has been. Yesterday, it was soo cold and windy, and almost all of them were full (with people in shorts and t-shirts.) Hey, why settle for a sun tan, when you can have wind burn?
2) I saw a crow land on top of another crow... never seen that one before. Not sure if he didn't see the other bird, or maybe he wanted a piggy-back ride.
3) One of my friends was really sad because she couldn't see her boyfriend for valentines day, and he called her and told her he got off of work early and was coming to see her. She started screaming and rolling all in the floor. Talk about crazy mood swings.
4) I was sitting outside, and saw a girl give a guy a kiss goodbye. And then see came and sat on the steps for a few minutes, and another guy pulled up and parked. He walked to her and she hugged him and said "Hey baby" and kissed him. They went inside the dorm. If he is the baby, who was the other guy?? The daddy?
5) Today, I was walking by the tennis courts and they were all empty. It's a beautiful day, and it's not half as cold as it has been. Yesterday, it was soo cold and windy, and almost all of them were full (with people in shorts and t-shirts.) Hey, why settle for a sun tan, when you can have wind burn?
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
My Favorite Poem
"THE POISON TREE" by William Blake
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I water'd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with my smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole
When the night had veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree
I read this poem several years ago, and fell in love with it.
Basically, Karma is a bitch. Stick to the golden rule, and you should be fine. However, I suppose I should be more elaborate.
Not solving a problem with someone causes destruction. Everyday we put on smiles as though everything is fine, when in actuallity it's not. We let our anger and wrath grow until it can not be controlled. We have been hurt, and need to talk it out, but instead, we are deceitful towards those who have wronged us, and spend our lives trying to get back at them, waiting for karma to bite them in the ass. Not everyone is like this, but a few are. I'm going to guess William Blake was one of those people. To some, it brings great pleasure seeing their foes fall. Remember: What comes around, goes around.
My best friend from high school was obsessed with poetry, and I eventually warmed up to it. I tend to read lyrics more often than poetry. I have to be in the mood to read poetry because it usually has much more symbolism and hidden meanings involved, and I prefer reading something that is straight forward and cut-to-the-chase.
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I water'd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with my smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole
When the night had veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree
I read this poem several years ago, and fell in love with it.
Basically, Karma is a bitch. Stick to the golden rule, and you should be fine. However, I suppose I should be more elaborate.
Not solving a problem with someone causes destruction. Everyday we put on smiles as though everything is fine, when in actuallity it's not. We let our anger and wrath grow until it can not be controlled. We have been hurt, and need to talk it out, but instead, we are deceitful towards those who have wronged us, and spend our lives trying to get back at them, waiting for karma to bite them in the ass. Not everyone is like this, but a few are. I'm going to guess William Blake was one of those people. To some, it brings great pleasure seeing their foes fall. Remember: What comes around, goes around.
My best friend from high school was obsessed with poetry, and I eventually warmed up to it. I tend to read lyrics more often than poetry. I have to be in the mood to read poetry because it usually has much more symbolism and hidden meanings involved, and I prefer reading something that is straight forward and cut-to-the-chase.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
About Me
My name is Lindsay Nicole Russell. My family calls me "Lindsay Lou," "Lou" (hence the title of my page,) and when I'm in trouble, my parents call me, rather yell, "Lindsay Nicole." My friends call me "Boobies." I'm hoping this nickname is self-explanatory.
I am a second semester freshmen, and I am a nursing major, however, I am thinking of switching to psychology. My passion is helping people, whether it be listening to someone vent, giving someone advice, or just bringing a smile onto someone's face with my witty sense of humor (:D). I have the best roommate, and we are each others biggest confidant.
My parents are a bit over protective, and by a bit I'm under-exaggerating. I have two younger sisters, Hillary and Whitney. Hillary is 14 and Whitney is 13. Yeah, I know, my parents got on the ball. They are both the apple of my eye. Hillary and I are very close, closer than any sisters, or even friends, should be. If there's anything you would want to know about me, she could tell you just as well as I, and vice versa.
I tend to come off as stuck-up, simply because I'm shy. I always have been, but I am working aimlessly at correcting this faulty trait. Many of my friends swear up and down that I'm not, but let me reassure you, I am. Once I gain the courage to speak with you, considering most people don't speak to me (thinking I'm stuck-up, and what have you,) the silence is broken, forever. "FOR-EV-ER," I repeat, as the line in my favorite movie, "The Sandlot," goes.
Religiously, I am fairly moderate and politically, I tend to venture toward the Republic avenue. I will get into a debate about certain topics within politics, but I do not and never will argue with anyone due to a difference in political parties.
My two favorite colors are turquoise and amethyst. I apologize for my pickiness. I can't be normal and just say blue or purple, like most people. The only sport I really watch, professionally, is basketball, and I'm a Tarheels fan. My birthday is August 21st. My shoe size 6 1/2 in womens, and a 3 in boys. I am 5'2", single, and like to sing at the top of my lungs, in my car, with the music way too loud. If you hear my stomach growling in class, it’s because I'm on a diet, and let’s just say I used to easily put away some food. Speaking of food, it's dinner time, and the last thing I'll going to tell you about me is that I'm starving.
I am a second semester freshmen, and I am a nursing major, however, I am thinking of switching to psychology. My passion is helping people, whether it be listening to someone vent, giving someone advice, or just bringing a smile onto someone's face with my witty sense of humor (:D). I have the best roommate, and we are each others biggest confidant.
My parents are a bit over protective, and by a bit I'm under-exaggerating. I have two younger sisters, Hillary and Whitney. Hillary is 14 and Whitney is 13. Yeah, I know, my parents got on the ball. They are both the apple of my eye. Hillary and I are very close, closer than any sisters, or even friends, should be. If there's anything you would want to know about me, she could tell you just as well as I, and vice versa.
I tend to come off as stuck-up, simply because I'm shy. I always have been, but I am working aimlessly at correcting this faulty trait. Many of my friends swear up and down that I'm not, but let me reassure you, I am. Once I gain the courage to speak with you, considering most people don't speak to me (thinking I'm stuck-up, and what have you,) the silence is broken, forever. "FOR-EV-ER," I repeat, as the line in my favorite movie, "The Sandlot," goes.
Religiously, I am fairly moderate and politically, I tend to venture toward the Republic avenue. I will get into a debate about certain topics within politics, but I do not and never will argue with anyone due to a difference in political parties.
My two favorite colors are turquoise and amethyst. I apologize for my pickiness. I can't be normal and just say blue or purple, like most people. The only sport I really watch, professionally, is basketball, and I'm a Tarheels fan. My birthday is August 21st. My shoe size 6 1/2 in womens, and a 3 in boys. I am 5'2", single, and like to sing at the top of my lungs, in my car, with the music way too loud. If you hear my stomach growling in class, it’s because I'm on a diet, and let’s just say I used to easily put away some food. Speaking of food, it's dinner time, and the last thing I'll going to tell you about me is that I'm starving.
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