I wish I had MY wok to pack.

biscuits and gravy are always delicious.

my day is delicious. I have to do work. Ugh ugh ugh ugh.

MOVING DAY = TOMORROW @ 7am.



another page is turning and I look forward to the adventures to come. I don't really know if I'll get along with Sarah, we're both on very different pages of our lives, but we sure will see.




like day number 12i10-29102109210 of no myspacing. kickin' the habit.

we all float on.

I'm not sorry I met you.
I'm not sorry it's over.
I'm not sorry there's nothing to say.

I got my nails did today.

I ate some popeyes.


Thursday starts a new Lindsay. I'm going vegetarian, simply because I researched what animal agriculture does to the environment... realeases a lot of greenhouse gasses (more than cars and hairspray) so to try to save our environment I'm trying to cut back / not eat meat at all.

I've started eating nuts. ;)




BLASTED f TRAIN and J train = they're down. I took a cab from 23rd and 6th ave and spent like $25 getting home. BLAST IT! :/


goodnight all.


popeyes = mmmmm.

progress

I don't feel the urge to use my counsellor anymore.

I actually feel that I have control of my life. It is what it is. I'm going to sign my new lease in t-minus 4.5 hours.

I'm off to buy a new coat and wander around SoHo! :)


Life is swell.

day 2 of NO MYSPACE!

So, day by day, I am proud to say that I have been taking a myspace hiatus and I encourage everyone to join me. Slops and I (she started one day before me) are going strong. We are each others support. You know what, she's right, if someone isn't willing to talk to you on the phone but willing to talk to you over the internet, something is wrong. If you have the time to type answers then you have the time to pick up the phone and dial 7 digits (or you don't even have to do that anymore because people are just programmed in the phones) and say hi and have a normal conversation.

Also things get lost in translation via the internet. You know what, I am not boycotting the internet by any means but just taking a step back because in all honesty, everyone's life is consumed by it and it's kind of disgusting.

What I really came to talk about was how I love living where I do, yes, Bushwick.

scenario one:
yesterday I was riding the train home after class there was a woman quickly crocheting (can't spell that one for the life of me) and a woman next to her playing the harmonica. They were not together but I slowly began to notice a beat with the woman and her harmonica and the woman's rapid hand movements. The harmonica player was not asking for money or anything along those lines, she was just setting a mood that was a good raw jazzy feel on the train. It was a feeling of satisfaction as I sat next to her when the woman that was crocheting got off at Myrtle. There was no where that I would have rather been right there. It reminded me of Detroit after prom of my senior year Kyle and I went to Greektown and we were changing in the car and through the cracked window we could hear a saxophone and see a man standing under a streetlight just doing his thing as if you would see it in a movie. He also was not asking for money, just wanted to play for the people.

scenario two:
The homeless woman that lives on my block, she well, kind of is stinky. I gave her half of my turkey sandwich and a banana one day, she was very greatful. She's not an uneducated woman as I have seen her reading books, writing (which the whole day I was gone it appeared that she had been writing), and I've seen her marking things off of the United States map. She also has a whole bunch of things she's collected that sits right next to the stairs to go up to the train. My roommate often says that MTA should give her a job to clean up the subway because she is always cleaning up her stuff anyways. I like to think that she's happy as she is. I've never wondered why she was homeless because she never seemed TRULY affected by it, it's just something that happens and she has a warm place to go (the MTA station or Dunkin Donuts which is open until 4am) and people take care of her and care about her. I can honestly say that I look for her when I get off of the train to see where she is at. She seems nice enough and happy where she is.



I think that there are more reasons on why I love living where I do, but I really won't get into them now because I have to go do homework and pass out. Ugh.

off off ! duh nuh nuh nuhhhh

Okay, so my electricity goes off tomorrow. Everyone except myself is moving out today. I move out on the 1st of November. I tried to find a place to stay and contemplated staying in a hostel for a week. I decided to stay. If the electricity goes off, that's okay with me, I can pick up some candles from KMart and just have some Lindsay time. The main thing I'm concerned about is how am I going to dry my hair, I am going to search around in the hall way and in the boiler room to see if there are any extra plugs so that I don't look ridiculous in the AM.

List of things I need to get from Target/Kmart:
-Lamps
-Dresser
-Dishes
-Sheets
-Dishtowels


I think that's it. I'm painting my new room soon .. I want to do that before I move in. It will be cream again and I'll probably paint something weird on the walls, just because I'm weird like that.


I'm excited for my new project and my future week and a half living experience.

WAIT... STOP ... PLEASE!

Don't conform.

you were perfect before.

you're far from perfect now.

we all see it and don't like it.

people change,

but I wish that you hadn't.

you're far from perfect now.

you were perfect before.

Don't conform.





it's how I feel.

Jeremy + georgie (?) + me = slumber party madness on Saturday.

I'm totally pumped to see Jeremy, it's been much too long! Pizza and a beer are needed, for sure.


Anywho,

I was sitting on my roof last night being the stressed out girl that I am and I was going to call you to talk as a friend. I then realized that you're not a friend and that I can't even call you because you wouldn't answer or return my call.


I guess it's life...

jellied moose nose.

date.

date.

date.

date.

date.

Today I found a book that said "OPEN ME"

Hello dearest friend,

I have gotten a lot of responses from Craigslist for my next apartment. I don't want to move in with anyone that I've met yet. I'm still waiting on the perfect place.. and if the place doesn't come I don't know what I will be doing.

Electricity goes off on 10/22/2007. I maybe staying in a hostel until Nov. 1st, we'll see.

Nuwan is packing. It's over. It's like leaving a dorm room. This life style has really worked for me. Finding something new sucks.


Well friend, I bid thee farewell it's been a good running.


Lindsay Marie Hamilton (the millionth)

today is a good day.

I'm alive. There was a shooting (again) at the apartment next door when I should have been getting home.

Thankfully, I stopped into Chelsea and stayed there for a good time and when I came back the shooting was over.





So, I totally have a crush on Than simply because 1.) he's asian 2.) he has a grill - and wears it 3.) because he wears plaid shirts.

he probably likes men, but we'll see.

throw it away.

I have.

"Release to the sky, look him straight in the eye
And tell him that now, that you wish he would die.
You'll never touch him again so get what you can
Leaving him empty just because he's a man.
So good when it ends, they'll never be friends
One more night, that's all they can spend." - One More Night, Stars





goodnight, sleep light, stranger.