Singing in the shower

LaLaLa, brmmp brmpp, Batata LaLa

I sang in the shower today.  It was fun. It was silly.  It was tremendously gratifying to express myself in a series of random sounds and humming.  Every time I came close to humming a recognizable tune, I veered sharply into another random melody.  I laughed at myself several times and that felt even better.  My eyes closed tightly against the shower spray and soapy foam, there were moments where I became so attune to the rapidly randomly developing tune that I found myself dancing a little, and then laughing at myself as soon as I noticed.

Try it.  It feels really good.

For some reason, it felt more powerful knowing someone might hear.  The walls in my apartment are thin.  I often hear my roomates, as well as my neighbors.  To blatantly be foolish in the presence of others.  Releasing a slight self-insecurity out into the world.  Try it.

Scientific Study backs me up:  Singing could reduce your pain and prolong your life

Kiss List

Check out the new Future Adventures Kiss List… and post your suggestions and insults.

BTW, I am spending my very-single Valentine’s Day at Bunny’s Bowling Birthday.  It should be fun, and I can’t help but hope to meet some new people.

Cheating Patience

I understand that the game of life has its ups and downs.  If this were Monopoly, I’d be that broke fool who invested too much in the wrong squares.  A few bucks from bankruptcy, the game has lost all fun, and I’m dying for a “Go to Jail” card.  Quite comfortably, I’d park my silver little pawn in the Jail.  Sitting in time out, safely watching the game of life proceed, protected by the bars of my cell…  Then, when the world was finally on my side, I could come out and play.

Better yet, I’d like to cheat patience by hibernating through all of life’s current frustrations.  Wake me up when enough time has passed to heal my heart, calm my soul, and freshen my outlook.  Life has been so exhausting lately, that I could surely use the beauty sleep.

Building an Army

I’m building an army.  An army of men to protect me from my feelings for Brandon.  An army of men that show me affection. 

It is working. (Somewhat.)  The army is keeping me busy, keeping me from calling Brandon or having time to feel sad.  The army reminds me everyday that I am a special person who deserves to be happy.  The army also reminds me that there are alot of really good men out there, and there’s no reason to be so damn focused on the one man I miss so much.

Just so you don’t think I’m a major bitch, I’ve decided to self-sabotage myself (to be fair) and tell them my current situation (just broken up, not 100% over you know who.)  Lets hope they don’t ask for an actual percentage…at least for a few weeks, giving me a chance to get that ratio down to something less pathetic than 99% still in love with the ex.

Self-Sabotage

The first thing to know about me is that I’m so not ready to be dating people, not matter how much I want to be. I’m here because I’m too impatient for love to find me. Because love is all trial and error anyway. I’m sharing a glass of wine with you because we are both two nice people who are too nice to be sitting home alone.

The second thing to know about me is that I’m naturally inclined to be everything you want in a girl, and if I’m not, I’ll try to be. Not because you asked, but because I like being good at everything, including being your girlfriend.

The third thing you should know about me is that I am going to be perfect for you, and 99.9% of the time, you’re still going to end up not wanting me.

Just thought you should know… everything I that’s been on my mind. Hopefully, my first date with you will be fun enough to keep me from thinking about these three things. Eh, its all trial and error anyway. =)

Nicknames

Lyn-Lyn before she learned how to smile =) Check out those sexy legs, huh??

I just turned 26, and I am only now just starting to have decent nicknames.  I blame it on the fact that my name is already one-syllable.

Family nicknames from people who supposedly love me:

Lyn-Lyn. Ling-Ling. Lang-Lang. Squirt. Polongpong. Pumpkin. Four-eyes. Skinny. Ning! 

I will forever be Lyn-Lyn to my relatives who have known me since I was a pre-schooler.  Even today, if I called one of their phones, and said I was “Lynne,” they’d have to pause for a clueless minute, forcing me to say “Lyn-Lyn” and then they know exactly who they’re speaking with.

Not so cute names given by people who are supposed to be my friends:

Linnie the pooh. Little Lynne. Lindemere. Short Stuff.  Linn-ey.

How the boys holla.

Gorgeous. Beautiful. Cutie. Shorty. Shawty. or my favorite:  “Hey Girl…”

This year, I’ve finally gotten good nicknames. 

One guy consistently calls me Gorgeous, which is alright by me. 

Brandon calls me Sunshine, which I love!

A friend recently called me Linn-ey, which I used to hate, but I think I’m okay with now.

If you have any suggestions on nicknames, I’d love them…. try to keep the derogatory ones to yourself, though! LOL

Jeremy

Originally blogged 6/6/08

My second full-fledged good day in a row. WooHoo! And it all started with an amazing dream….

The best part of the dream was that I had a new man. I rarely have dreams with mysterious men as my partner. In those dreams, I’ve never remembered their faces, it was always a generic white dude, naturally resembling the shell of my first love. In this dream, he not only has a face, but he has a name!!! My friends are meeting him for the first time, outside a movie theater, and he extends his handshake and nervously says, “Hi, I’m Jeremy.” He speaks slowly, and I can tell that he is genuinely shy at meeting new people. This is so uncharacteristic of the men I date in reality. He extends his hand to my friends, and I am holding his other hand, wanting my friends to see what wonderful things I see in him. He is tall and handsome, clean cut and seems to be the All-American boy. He is not overly attractive, nor overly well-dressed. He has a comfortable style, seems really laid back, has a great smile and an infectious laugh.

So, if anyone knows a Jeremy, I’d like to meet him. Unfortunately, I don’t know anyone by that name nor anyone who looks like what I recall from the dream. I’m thinking of creating a personals ad, just for kicks. http://atlanta.craigslist.org/w4m/709501159.html

Update: I got 4 responses:  3 jeremy’s and 1 Bill. LOL… I never wrote them back because I didn’t expect anyone to reply…maybe I should, although its been a month.  Stay tuned….

I could tell that there were alot of dream sequences bouncing through my mind last night, I can only remember the ones that started and stopped between my smashing of the snooze button…

Tons of my friends made special-guest appearances, which is always a hoot. Between smashing the snooze button, the scenarios changed from bittersweet post-breakup cuddling & conversation with the ex then a scene where I kept locking doors and unlocking doors like that scene from the Matrix with the keymaker. I think the ultimate goal was welcoming my Dad home, like my sisters and I used to do everyday when he came home from work. Picture 3 noisy young daughters running to the driveway every afternoon, followed by a round of hugs and kisses. My co-worker was just commenting on how great it was for his daughter to do this, and how sad he’ll be when she’s too old to care about her old dad. Weird how random events trigger your dreams.

The IKEA feast

I go to IKEA just to eat sometimes…no inexpensive Swedish designed furniture required. If you’ve never had the food at IKEA, go now. Get there faster… its yummy and cheap. Their chicken fingers and fries are suprisingly tasty. I wonder if its because all the major fast food spots have eliminated trans fats… yummy. They just started serving spaghetti and garlic bread with their traditional Swedish meatballs…what took them so long to connect the dots?

My sister and I have a tradition when she comes to visit. She gets a tray of chicken fingers and fries. I get a tray of swedish meatballs and veggies. We push our trays together and SHARE. It is one of the few times my sister and I have successfully shared something. And, it is one of the few times I allow others to eat off my plate without me stabbing them with my fork. Sharing soon succumbs to stealing. We start in on a slice of chocolate layer cake when we have finished 90% of the meatballs, then eat 90% of the cake, fighting over the best bites, then eat the last of the meatballs with the last of the cake. I have stolen the last meatball and the last bite of cake 2 times in a row. This is a feat when you’re in the ring against my sister.

We’re the Planeteers. You can be one too.

I am studying for the LEED Exam. I have 8 days left. I still have over 100 pages left to read before I can even get to the cramming. LEED stands for Leadership in Energy and Environmental Design. Buildings are certified. Professionals who take the exam are accredited. You get to put “LEED AP” after your name as an appellation. Extra stuff after your name is waaay cool.

It looks great on your resume if you’re in the construction industry. Sustainability is totally in right now. Its all over the place in ways I never imagined it could ever be. “Green design” first became a buzz word to me 5 years ago, sitting in Professor Moussatche’s lecture. It seemed so simple at the time. Why wouldn’t people want to design buildings that were good for the environment?

Seemed like the next step up for a former planeteer. I wonder if Captain Planet is still on tv somewhere. He still has a website. The original planeteers are on there still, too. I just looked up the actual running dates of the cartoon, because I’m a nerd who likes to be right about things. Drumroll, please: 1990-1993. Wikipedia also says they’re planning a feature film in 2009. I’m not sure how I feel about that. Eh, Viet and I will probably go see it on opening night. I should start looking for an outfit. Maybe I can score a vintage Captain Planet t-shirt from the thrift shop. I’m a size 8 in little boys t-shirts, as long as my head fits through. People, start helping me look for one, please?

In all seriousness, I’m desparately searching for a planeteer’s ring. You know, “Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, Heart… Go Planet!” Don’t pretend you don’t know.  Watch them in action.  Don’t shake your head at me in disapproval, either. You know you love the Captain Planet song. If only I was savvy enough to get the song included here. Yay! Anyway, I think if I pass this LEED exam, I’m getting a ring for FIRE. Because fire is the coolest. Some of my friends have recently passed the exam…I think we should all get rings. Don’t you? I’m debating whether it should be a cheesy plastic thing, like the kind you used to get from the gumball machine…it’d be totally old school. Do they even have those gumball machines anymore? I don’t think I’ve seen one in forever. OR… I could get a cute ruby ring…its my birthstone anyway. Hmm. We’ll see if I pass, first.

This has already been a haphazard, stayed up too late to make any sense sort of blog, but…. Can I admit this? When I was little I had a crush on Wheeler. Yeah, the fiery redhead. Yes, I know he was a cartoon, but frankly, I thought he was cuter than whatever Disney prince cartoon was out at the time, but never had the guts to argue my case during our cafeteria crush sessions. Besides, Fire is the best power. Second choice would be wind, because the cute blond girl was so perfect for that role. I remember she was gorgeous and delicate and blond, and even though she was a cartoon character, I wanted to be her.

Humor me, which planeteer was your favorite, and/or which one did you want to be? Earth, wind, fire, water, heart? Don’t worry, we won’t judge you if you choose Heart.

Random Traffic

Its amazing to me that people actually read this blog. I’m terrible at keeping it consistent and updated.

The quick skinny is: I’m still alive, I’ve been busy studying, I’m still questioning whether my boyfriend and I are right for each other, I still eat 6 times a day, I still wish I had biscoff cookies, I still have the best friends and sisters in the world. I still try to treat people the way they want to be treated. Its simple, really.

But the random traffic I get has been soooo amusing to me. Thanks to friends who keep up and the random strangers. Check out what search engine terms have led people to read my blog. Crazy fun.