Saturday, February 27, 2010

Supernatural Delight.

i never knew how much i
loved this song until just
a few days ago.

ok, and i love the original too.

Monday, February 22, 2010

You're Welcome

My new favorite commercials are the ones that say, "If you've had a Coke in the last 80 years, you've had a hand in making every Olympic dream come true."

Looks like I've made a lot of Olympic dreams come true.
(Oh yea, including Apolo Anton Ohno.)

Saturday, February 20, 2010


All I'm saying is, Claude Monet was a total Hipster. Check it out.

1. Skinny Jeans
2. Cardigan
3. Beard
4. Total Boredom.

If Monet had a cell phone, he'd totally be texting in this picture.

oh and is it me, or do those shoes look an awful lot like Toms?

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Take That, Awkward CD Guy!

Remember that time I wrote a blog about being an idiot? Yea, me too. If you don't remember, just read back a couple posts and you'll find it (I think it's right before my mom sold me out). Anyway. Today another lad came into work looking for an audiobook. He had no idea what he wanted, just something entertaining for the car ride somewhere or other. I told him our selection is mainly limited to classics and the like, but I'd take a look for him. I brought a couple random mystery CDs to the desk, and the a few more random mystery CDs, and then a few more. (We were slow and the guy was funny, so I didn't mind). Once again, I couldn't help but reach for a joke CD (no, nothing about sex this time). The CD was titled "How to be a People Magnet." When I handed the guy the stack of CDs, not only did he think the People Magnet CD was funny, but he even checked it out (along with two random others, just in case).

So thanks, not Awkward CD Guy, for thinking I'm funny, and for not getting all awkward and going to the Public Library instead.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

These are My Parents

Two Stories:

1.) Once, my family was in Washington D.C. We really wanted hot chocolate, but everything was closed. We went to the bar in the hotel in hopes they would have some, at which point my father said, "Lindsey, go ask the bar tender if they have hot chocolate." I told him to do it, to which he replied, "You're a 20 year old girl." Dad's selling me out.

2.) My mom has a friend who has a friend (stay with me) who, for a brief moment, she tried to set me up with. We'll call this Operation Set-up. In trying to perpetuate Operation Set-up, my mother posted a picture of me on her friend's Facebook. This may not seem like a big deal, but if any of you saw me on Halloween, you saw my Lady Gaga face. Translation: I don't know how many pictures she went through to find it, but my mother managed to find one of the most questionable pictures of me on Facebook. Thanks mom, you're selling me out.