Happy Vodka Day Everyone!

J Rawk, you are absolutely right, there is too much of school life and not enough of our secret ninja life on da blog as of late. it is time to balance the scales...its like the careometer has been dipping dangerously low lately. so here's some ppl you DO like haha: enough blondes to give sparrow a nervous tick

this is jes and i drunkenly fighting over "you" when you moved
to vancouver...in case u cant tell, i got drunk first and THEN did my makeup...ok Tammy Faye!!! this is PROOF that i am a professional drunk dialer. i think i had you and the calgary boiz going at the same time here!

--> but it i3 420am and i have class at 9. i do love love my job but it is starting to interfere with my academics a tad...guess i should maybe drop out of school hey? haha. love you, thank u on the fabulous gift, more on that to come later. -linder

MONSTER JAM! and whatnot

workin' the side bangs...

Matching tan leather jackets compliments of value village.

Dale calls this our "slutty, emo expressions"

this is shortly before we got shook down by the cops...if that's

not racial profiling i dont know what is

in other news, maybe i will actually write something on our blog haha.

J (on the) Rocks,

How are things? yes, my life is quite the picasso. to be honest i was never really shooting for a monet. I'm more of an Andy Warhol kinda' girl. Allthough i have always been a fan of impressionism...its quite comparable to my vision after a few G and Ts.

I'm feeling a little shook today. I found out yesterday that a guy I grew up with was murdered on Friday night. we we werent close, i havent talked to the guy in a year, and yet he is tied into so much of my elementary/jr high life. it's so weird like, i couldn't decide the level of "upsettness" i should be. i still dont really know. so what i will do is just tell you the story of R.D. as he relates to me:

He went to Rundle, Simpson, and Paul Kane with me. He grew up down the street from me, (grandin 4Life) and i rode the bus to and from school with him everyday of my education untill about gr 11 when i decided i was too cool for the bus and started mackin' on my friends for rides. Let me first say: I fucking hated R.D. for half of my life...yet still was madly in love with him that entire time. He was THAT guy, that asshole guy that always had such an asshole thing to say. But you just couldn't help but love him. I don't think any boy has ever made me cry as much as he has, but no guy has ever made me laugh as much either. He had this way of sauntering up to you with this viciously cocky smile, and you would tremble inside wondering what sort of insult he had cooked up for you. He was just so damn good at making fun of people...especially me haha (it didnt take too much work to burn me back in those days.) But then he would turn around and say something so nice or hilarious that you would just bask in his spotlight, soaking it in as much as you could because you knew that any second it could end and he would be back to ripping you to pieces. I like to think he played a large part in my sadistically messed up sense of humour. It was definately 'survival of the fittest' on the mean streets of grandin. HaHa

I remember once that when [my friend] Jodie had a bad acne breakout in Jr High he publically told her she should stop washing her face with the Sturgeon River. It actually took her about four years to live that down. Yet as much as she hated him she loved him. Just like we all did. He nicknamed Megan "flat-spice" in gr. 7 which turned out to be Alanis-Morisette level ironic. (Jodie was "acne-spice," and Jenny and I weren't even deemed cool enough to be bestowed with a degrading spice girl's nickname) In gr. 8 he helped perpetuate a rumour that Jenny was a lesbian and coined the phrase "lindsey has no friends." Which, I'm pretty sure caught on faster than Paris's "that's hot." If he had copyrighted that shit he could've made millions.

I'm gonna go ahead and say gr. 6 was the peak of my mad crush on R.D. He was pretty much the coolest kid on the bus, his throne was the backseat, right side on the bus. His sidekick, Matt O,claimed Backseat leftside. Me, being the coolest gr 6 girl on the bus, (due to lack of any competition and the fact i was such a desperate tryhard i would do anything to be cool) got the 2nd last seat directly in front of Dragich. One of the most hilarious/psychologically damaging memories of my young, gr 7 life was when I decided to pull up my panties and ask Ryan on a date. So one random tuesday I asked him if he wanted to go to cheap movie night at Village Tree Cinema's. He got a disgusted look on his face and said something along the lines of "hell no." I quickly backtracked: I told him that Sarah Mackaleese (who was quite more advanced than me in the ways of hair, makeup, and not being a loser) and I were planning on going together and she had wanted me to invite him. Sarah was the new girl in town, and pretty much all the boys were tryin' to shake her tree, Ryan not being an exception. He quickly changed his tune and agreed. Long Story Short, let's just say he wasn't too pleased when he showed up and it was only me. But he was, nevertheless, the first date of my adolescence. For that reason the movie "spiceworld" has always held some weird significance for me, when I hear the song '2 become 1' i still sometimes break into a nervous sweat. HaHa. I guess you could say "i've come along way baby" and don't beg for dates anymore. Now i just ditch the boring formalities and straight up pay for sex. haha. On a quick sidenote, Sarah got kinda' slutty, then got kinda' greasy, got nicknamed "sarah macaloose," and then disapeared off the St. A radar...an event that I in no way derived any modicum of pleasure from.

More random sidenote memories: once when ryan made me cry my brother cross checked him with a hockey stick into a mud puddle. Looking back, it was a bit of an overreaction on his part but i was still as pleased as punch. Things got a bit sticky when his Dad called our Dad and said he was gonna' kick the shit out of him. But that's life in the ghetto for ya. One time Dragich made me SO mad on the bus that I dumped an entire can of diet coke on his head. He called me as soon as he got home and told me I had better buy him a new turquoise Tommy Hilfiger shirt 'cause it cost more than everything i owned. hahaha.

Eff! its just so effing weird he is gone. The girls got together with the guys last night [i was at work]. It was the first time in forever the simpson crew had reunited like that and as much as i regard my jr high days as so tortured i have to give our crews props. I think we are the only jr. high to have all the guys still be so tight with each other 4 yrs after graduation and have all the girls still be so tight with eachother....however unhealthy our relationships may be haha. I mean, the guys all have freaking "Simpson" tattoos. As for us girls, we just continue to bitch and fight like we are still in Jr. High to keep the memories alive. Haha.

Less than a year ago Clare brought up a chilling thought to us: She predicted that one of our boys was eventually going to die in some drunken, party related incident. And we all agreed, and then never thought about it again. But never, ever did i think it would be Ryan. That guy was an institution. I can't imagine what it must be like for his boys that were actually close to him. It freaks me out, and makes me want to call everyone i care about and tell them I love them. You are close to the top of that list, [Adam Sandler, of course, is number 1] along with some select readers. So, i love you dude. im glad u came into my life, otherwise i wouldnt have anyone to take my glamour shots with. Haha. Checkya later,

Linny "twist of lime" Smitty

---->and one last monster jam pic so i dont leave y'all bummed out :)

Mindless Musings

Linnith,

It sounds like all the puzzle pieces in your life have fallen into place as of late. The overall picture is still more a Picasso than a Monet, of course, but would we really want it any other way?
I know what your talking about with your reference to acting for different audiences. I don't see it in myself so much (I don't have the energy to pretend) but I have definitely see you bloom into a completely other being right before my eyes in the past: "Hi Grandpa!" Nice that you and the COG got to spend some quality time together. When you said you were trying your best not to make eye contact with people while sitting with him at RATT I automatically assumed you were too embarrassed to be seen with him at school - I laughed out loud. And then I finished the sentence. (Note to Noomie: we would never be embarassed to be seen with you Muffin, I don't know why I laughed. It's like a gag reflex, you can't do anything about it. Unless you're missing your uvula of course. But those people are just freaky)

I was chatting with my Dad the other day and he mentioned that he, too, went to he Monster Truck show with my nephew-to-be Braden. I explained that you were there too and that you most likely had a sign (I didn't mention the hommage to Beaverlodge). He then proceeded to tell me that someone pulled the fire alarm at the end of the show, and then joked that it was probably you. This was followed by an awkward silence of course, because I figured you were probably there with Andrew and thus there would have been about a 75% chance that was true. You did, didn't you? You don't have to say yes or no, just nod either way. Heh heh.....yeah.

I have had Meatloaf's "Paradise By The Dashboard Lights" stuck in my head for at least a week straight now. Good Lord, what did I ever do to deserve this!!!!! It's like the longest karaoke song known to man!
In other news, I am getting my THE OFFICE TVspec script workshopped tomorrow by the harshest nazi dick comedy teacher at our school. With that said, God, I hope he likes it. It would do wonders for my ego going into the weekend.
Nothing much else new. I'm on a trial period at one of the gyms here, I've gone 3 times this week, feelin pretty good about that, despite the fact that I can barely walk. But then Kelly Kat sent home some fries dressed in baked potato fixings for me. Damn those kitties. I have to admit though, it was pretty heavenly.

It's official, I've used up all my introspection at school, leaving me mundane dribble drabble to talk about in my everyday life. Dribble drabble - heh heh.

Ok, I go sleep now.

The Siddler

wiggle it, just a little bit!

Ms. Jenny "Jet-Setter" Siddle,
i am chillin in the boudoir. i have realized lately i have been spending my downtime in the most unproductive ways possible. like, now when i waste time on the internet it is watching random videos on Utube or ebaums world and playing endless games of tetris. At least with Blogging i am partaking in some introspection that is hopefully at least a little bit theurapeutic. *side note* if u search 'coors light party nose dive' on ebaums i am featured in a video [i knew my 15 minutes of fame would come eventually, i just didnt know it would take a french maids costume to get it done] anyways, here goes the blog

i shared a lovely conversation with newman tonight over nachos and drinks at RATT. Newman relived old memories while i did my best not to make eye contact with anyone so i wouldnt run the risk of seeing anyone who i may, or may not have, made out with. haha. we talked about our blogs [of course] haha and about how a blog is different than a journal since you are writing to someone rather than writing to yourself. it got me thinking about a conversation i had last night with someone about "audiences." I have always liked to seperate my life into little sections, and i find myself being a different person for the different ppl in my life. It's freeing to explore different aspects of my personality since I'm not bound by the restrictions of the old ones. I like playing to my audiences, almost as much as i like playing dress up hehe, but i think as i get older and wiser (i am 22 you know!) i am figuring out the ppl in your life that you forget to pretend around anymore are your for-cereal friends. the ppl that you can rock out with, or talk about nothing with, or freely share your immoral thoughts and intentions to are the wicked friends. what pumps me up even more about this is i continue to meet more of these ppl as i get older. You are pretty much the first person i accomplished this with. which is weird since it was quite accidental. when we first started hanging out i fully planned on being quite fake hahah. i think in the last year i have been a lot more "linny" and a lot less....st.albert? for lack of a better word. its been a lot of fun. but anyways, i think i there are some things that will always stay in my journal and off our blog. but i like that if i ever feel like it u are there to offer your perspectives and/or hilarious insights.

In other news: GRAAAVVVVVEEDIGGGGERRRRRR! I had my second annual monster jam experience. i will post a couple pics and let the costumes speak for themselves. our goal this year was to slightly blend in. we wanted ppl to have to question whether we were mocking the whole experience or perhaps we were just from Beaverlodge Alberta and actually dressed like that. i like to think we accomplished that goal. especially since i saw a girl there wearing my earrings.

In other, other, news I am working at the bar formerly known as scholars now. I am actually really excited to be back in the service industry. Let the inapropriate sexual harassment in the workplace begin haha. Hopefully the money wont be bad either. momma needs a new pair of jeans. haha. it has gotten to the point where every pair i own but one has some sort of rip in the ass/crotch area. it looks hot 'n all but it makes for a drafty walk to school!

And lastly, i cant remember when the last time we talked was, but i went to the dentist and ran in Matt's mom. Last i heard he had moved in with some girl i graduated with who was going around talking trash about me and the shit i used to pull in highschool. which is a little ristickulous when u consider most of it was with her bf. but thats beside the point, it turns out she and Matt called it quits. so i shouldnt have been surprised when an email poppped up in my inbox from him talking about how his "nutbag" ex had been keeping us apart and he would love to see me. Dont Worry, i didnt even think about it for a second. after i was finished throwing up in my mouth i was able to laugh and thank god i had grown so much since the days of him. him cheating on me was pretty much the best thing that had ever happened to me when i look back on the 3 yrs i have had vs. the potential life i could have been sharing with him :)

Anyways, i dont think at any point in this rambling, incoherent blog was I even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. everyone is now dumber for having read it. i award myself no points and may god have mercy on my soul. haha.

its bedtime for this gurl. i cant wait to rip it up with you over reading week. im bringing down a bit of an entourage. u can meet puppy in person. haha. Miss Ya Dawg.
-Ms. Linny "Luv-Scribbles" Smithson