The Adventures Yet to Come

Spring

noreply@blogger.com (L Fritz) — Mon, 13 Apr 2009 22:57:00 +0000

Once again, I missed the springing. I opened my eyes one morning and the world was green again; lush and alive. Satisfying enough to make me rhapsodize, and put flowers in my hair (actually, that would be Filippo putting flowers in my hair...as well as grass and all kinds of insect).

Days like these deserve note. Italian teenagers recognize the season with public displays of affection and I do so with words in a blog. Even the air is pregnant with with new life. Heavy with the fragrance of blooms, buzzing with lusty bugs.

The lawn outside the house is lush, if small (which I like - it's silly how much time and money is invested on "yards"). The grass is speckled with white flowers, named appropriately after a woman who inspired the name for the Marguirita. Also, little blue flowers that you have to look for (whcih Filippo and I did). Even the dandilions look pretty. It begs to be rolled in.

Expression is not Art.

noreply@blogger.com (L Fritz) — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 07:44:00 +0000

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I am of solid material
Tangible
Flexible Expandable
I have mass and ENERGY
Potential potential potential...

I require MOVEMENT!
Every particle moves around me
Teasing me
Relentlessly
What is life without MOVEMENT?

I am bound
Earth-ridden
Life within Lifelessness
I need ACTION
I DANCE in the realm of thought

I must fill my space
Fill out my immediate
Space Destiny
I have dreams
Dreams of MOVEMENT

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For your analyzation (because that's what I'm paying you for):

noreply@blogger.com (L Fritz) — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 06:51:00 +0000

I'd say it's been going on for about a month. Well, maybe to write "going on" is incorrect; I've been in this state for about a month. Without my conscious knowledge, I shed the need for romance in my entertainment. Usually I'm disappointed with a movie or book if it doesn't have a healthy romance entwined somewhere into the plot or subplot. [Note: I'm not talking bodice-rippers -- those aren't quite within my literary scope.] In fact, I've been known to reject books or movies that wouldn't satisfy that particular preference, fulfill that particular need. (And why not!? I can like what I want and read what I want!).

"Why is this?" you wonder. Well, I've self-analyzed myself thoroughly on this account. After all, I'm no girly-girl or even romantic. But then I realized that I didn't have these personal requirements when I was romantically involved with someone. That, then, must be the key. Fruedian psycho-analysis aside, it might be that I find romance in my life through different means at different times ; when it's not in my life, I find it in my means of escape (my non-life). However, such ruminations are not conclusive, as I don't read or watch movies nearly as often when I'm with someone anyway.

But wait!! I'm not romantically involved with anyone, yet I find that I have no desire to read or watch shows about love, romance, or anything pertaining to compulsory relationships. I have even avoided blatantly romantic literature! (Explain that one, Freud). I have a couple theories:
Theory the First: Now that I've experienced a mostly healthy and "normal" dating relationship, I've taken a more realistic viewpoint on love (and all it entails), and now -- whether just in the wake of said relationship or forevermore -- I don't require romance to be a constant part of my life.
Criticisms of Theory the First: It's horribly mundane and lifeless for a mindset. "Realistic viewpoint on love?" Did I really write that? I mean, I'm not a hopeless romantic (when it comes to romance), but I do appreciate the magic of relationships.
Theory Seconde: Having just faded out of an optimistic relationship, I'm a little burnt out. I tried really hard and put too much energy into nothing and now need a break from the whole thing. Eventually, I'll be right back to my romance-consuming-self.
Crit of Theory Seconde: I feel fine. I certainly am not acting differently: flirty, outrageous. However, I also feel bound up inside. I feel like an extremely effective emotion-invoking peice of media would break all that up. I guess I feel a little numb. I'd hate to think that this is a result of my previous relationship with J.

When it comes down to it, I'm really enjoying this freedom from romance -- from my need for it in my entertainment. I'm enjoying all kinds of books that I wouldn't usually pick up (I'm happily reading Hard Times by Dickens and a graphic novel about the Constitution). I enjoy feeling not-girly and grounded. Damn my need to understand myself. I think I might be a bit happier -- in this particular circumstance -- if I didn't feel the need.

Looking at the Rabbit Hole

noreply@blogger.com (L Fritz) — Mon, 12 Jan 2009 18:49:00 +0000

You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
- Jack London

Unsurprisingly, when I temporarily move to Italy -- like many of my adventuring compatriots -- I plan on blogging like a fiend, both for the purpose of preserving my trip and sharing it with others. However, if my ability to keep up a blog in what most certainly can be described as "downtime," I'm not sure how successful my fantasies of a consistently updated blog will prove. Then again, I'll actually have a lot to say ... the perks of living an interesting life.

I've noticed my view on Italy has warped. In college, I ached with the desire to travel and explore the world, most specifically Europe. My final year of college, I planned to attend grad school, but I painfully and expensively figured out that such a course was not what I really wanted. (Curse you, URTAs). Italy was next on the agenda. And I was excited -- excited to have a plan, excited to live out a dream. It's been almost exactly 7 months since I've graduated, and Italy has quickly warped into an escape -- from my underachiever lifestyle, from an adult career, from commitment. So I wonder: now that living in Italy isn't fulfilling a dream-role in my life, will actually living there be a different or lesser experience? When you are running from something, how much does the place you've run to matter?

To some degree, my going has also become a metaphoric flipping-the-bird to all those cynics who've challenged my plans with "that's what I always said I'd do, too." I'm hoping that this indifference is only a result of the 7 months of mediocrity. I'm hoping that when my plans solidify, all of my enthusiasm will reappear. In the end, none of it matters though. I'm going. And all these questions and more will be addressed in upcoming blogs! Stay tuned.

Pointless

noreply@blogger.com (L Fritz) — Tue, 30 Dec 2008 02:17:00 +0000

IN 2008...

Did you get a bf/gf?
Yup, towards the end of '08.

Did you make a new friend?
A ton. I met some amazing people my last quarter of OU and at Uno's.

Did you go to a funeral or wedding?
Shannon Power's wedding...it was awesome.

Got drunk?
Yes. I go out for a beverage more now that I did at OU ... irony?

Lost your voice?
I don't recall. But probably not as I was not involved in a musical, choral, or sporting event this year.

Had cops arrest you?
Nope. I evaded them.

Had someone tell you that they liked/loved you?
Yes. More so this year than years past.

How has '08 been so far?
Great, and then bleh, and then awesome, and then ok.

How old do you want to be when you die?
Old enough to see the effect I've had on the world.

Held hands with anyone lately?
Yes.

Where will you be two hours from now?
Shopping for post-Christmas presents. Hanging out with Laurel.

Who slept in your bed with you last?
Hmm, my bed is a twin and resides in my parents house, so probably Laurel.

What were you doing at 9 am?
Sleeping happily.

Think of the last person you told "i love you" to, did you mean it?
As I was leaving the house a couple days ago, I threw it at my family.

This time last year, can you remember who you liked?
I don't think I liked anyone in particular at this time last year. Of course, I had my consistent college crushes.

Two days from now this time, where will you be?
Cincinnati, barring some awesome, impulsive adventure! Either way, I'll be somewhere in next year (Ciao 2008!).

Is anything annoying you right now?
Yes: my unsettled stomach, lack of energy, and man-situation.

Do you think anyone has feelings for you?
I certainly hope so.

Have you ever ridden a horse?
Yes. I look forward to riding one in the near future (yay Sama)!

Seen an attractive person today?
Have you seen my family? Yeah, I pretty much win.

Last time you wanted to punch someone in the face?
Man, when don't I want to punch someone in the face? I feel like that has to be one of the most satisfying acts, a good punch in the face.

Are you anything like you were at this point last year?
Very similar, but certainly different. I thought I knew what I wanted last year (grad school), whereas now I've accepted that I have a bit of exploring to do. Also, I have a much healthier self-image now.

Have you lost contact with someone you wish you didn't?
Actually, I think I've stayed in contact with the important ones. Maybe not as good of contact as I'd prefer, but still in contact.

Who are your favorite people to talk to when your down?
Charlotte will always always make me smile, and Sean has a way of making you feel warm and fuzzy no matter what. Laurel makes me feel better just because I know she'll always be around no matter what.

Do you wish things were different with a certain girl/guy?
Yes, and I'm working on it with little hope (just enough to keep me hanging on).

Are you good at hiding your feelings?
Yes, but I do my best to not. (What does that accomplish?)

Do you hate being alone?
Sometimes.

Would u prefer to be single or in a relationship?
Well gee golly, that depends. If approached by one whom I would like to be in a relationship with, then in a relationship.

Are you in a relationship?
I don't think so, but maybe.

Do you like anyone at the moment?
Unfortunately.

Do you miss anybody?
Charlotte! In France! And Sean! In Oregon! And Laurel! Down the street! Come over and watch Firefly with me!

What would you do if 4 girls/boys liked you at the same time?
Flirt, but if I actually wanted to pursue someone, I would make it clear to the others.

Who is the 1st person to know when something is wrong?
Laurel.

Do you hate when people smoke around you?
Yes.

What color shirt are you wearing?
Orange

Will this weekend be a good one?
It's anyone's call. I work all weekend, which could be great since I love my coworkers.

What do you want right now?
To get moving! I want adventure in the great, wide somewhere!

What's the best thing that happened to you in 2008?
Sean, Charlotte, Laurel

My Adventures into Mediocrity

noreply@blogger.com (L Fritz) — Sun, 28 Dec 2008 06:58:00 +0000

OMG, what has this girl been up to?, I'm sure you wonder.

Well, the answer to that is "nothing much" and "a bunch" all at the same time. My life remains pretty basic: working at Uno's, hanging around with the Uno's crowd, saving up some money for my invasion of Italy (they're never going to see it coming). But I'm keeping things interesting: I went to visit Laurel in Chicago earlier this month and I'm planning a trip to Portland to visit Sean. So that's my story.

Christmas was nice this year -- I enjoyed the family time (and the food). Santa brought me a luxurious faux-down pillow, an electric toothbrush, a bellydancing hip-scarf, and socks! Gotta love that fat old man. I'm also enjoying my bff Laurel being home. We've gone out, we've stayed in ... it's always more fun when the LMFs are together. But I'm pretty blessed overall -- I have wonderful friends. (You know who you are).

It's been so long since I've updated that to be more specific would be silly. Fortunately, I don't have anything else to report, so no one is missing out.

And I'm out.

Numero Uno at Uno

noreply@blogger.com (L Fritz) — Thu, 31 Jul 2008 02:48:00 +0000

Well, I'm a working girl now. I'm gainfully employed at Uno's. So, not quite in my field, but close. (Public Relations + Acting = food service qualified).

This summer has been something else. As in, something other than fun or productive. I'm beginning to have a social life again, which is great, and I'm getting out of the house to work (and make money so I can permanently get out of the house).

I guess that's all I have to report. The highlights of my life outside of my Cinci friends are books -- when I've got a good book, life is good. What have I read, you ask? Well ... I don't really remember. A lot. I know some Harry Potter slipped in there, as well as the Twilight series (the new book comes out on Saturday! *girlie giggles*).

And that's it. Books and period movies.

I am but a twinkle in the eye of the Real World

noreply@blogger.com (L Fritz) — Fri, 20 Jun 2008 04:30:00 +0000

Laurel: You haven't updated your blog in a month
Me: Ok, I'll do it --
Laurel: You don't have to do it now.
Me: -- now!
Laurel: *sigh*
Me: ...I don't want to work on my resume...

And that, my friends, has been the past 3 hours of my life. I'm working on my resume....

Survey!

noreply@blogger.com (L Fritz) — Tue, 20 May 2008 23:33:00 +0000

State a fact about the last person who called you:
A beautiful new college graduate!!

It's 4 in the morning, your phone rings...
Someone's probably dead, so I pick it up.

Do I hear the phone?
yes

What is your favorite thing to eat?
Food generally, but I get into rocks every once in a while.

Where was your default picture taken?
Currently, it's the poster for Proof (which goes up May 22, 23 at 8pm, Seigfried Hall, $3)

Do you wear Crocs?
Nope, but I do strap alligators to my feet occasionally (and yes, there is a difference between alligators and crocs, people)

Do you prefer warm or cold weather?
warm

What do you currently hear right now?
the sweet strains of lawn-mowing

What's your favorite Gatorade flavor?
orange

What’s your favorite thing to have on your bed?
you. naked.

Who would be the first people to know if you got pregnant?
Laurel and Charlotte

The last thing you ate:
Homemade chicken salad, on wheat, with a tomato slice

What was the last movie you went to see?
Iron Man!! For the second time...because I love it...and Tony Stark.

Do you have Justin Timberlake music on your iPod?
A physical impossibility seeing as I have no iPod and it would probably just break if JT was perched on it anyway.

Can you sleep in jeans?
No!

Something you just don't understand?
Why I continue to sabotage myself by spending time doing these insipid surveys instead of something worthwhile

Your whereabouts on July 4th, 2007:
With Laurel in Pittsburgh at a bunch of festive parties!

Who was the last person you were in a car with?
The unsinkable Doug Devor

Is there someone on your mind that shouldn't be?
There's a list of people who invade my thoughts just to be spiteful, I think.

Do you say "dawg" a lot?
No way, dawg. (See what I did with that?)

What was your first thought when you looked in the mirror this morning?
"I should probably put my contacts in"

Do you care what others think about you?
sometimes too often, sometimes not enough (read: when I'm with Charlotte)

Do you think you'll be married in 10 years?
I think I'll have found someone to stick around with

What made you happy today?
Acting class Chekov exercises.

What do you look forward to in the next 3 months?
Getting some dreams rolling...Europe, world: here I come. (Also, hanging out with my family, visiting Charlotte in Boston (Topsfield), the new Twilight book, Iron Man coming out on film)

How many people do you trust 100%?
3. But there are plenty I trust 93%, and that constitutes an A according to OU.

Who was the last person you called?
seanic (pronounced Shawn-ik)

What was the last thing you laughed really hard about?
Oh man, when's the last time I hung out with Charlotte? A couple nights ago, I guess.

When was the last time you got flowers?
My acting partner brought me flowers to make up for not speaking to me for 3 months and blaming his involuntary alcohol rehabilitation incarceration on me. Also, I think he wanted to get back together. God I love acting.
They were beautiful.

Do you plan on moving in the next year?
Oh yes. Once home to my family's new house, and then to Europe...yeah, no specific place, just the continent.

Do you like the last person you kissed?
HA! I love the last person I kissed! (You know who you are...or, at least Charlotte knows who you are)

What are your plans for the weekend?
Proof, Charlotte's birthday, Laurel's visit, irresponsibility, maybe my sis's graduation, lunch with Linton

Ever kissed anyone 40 or older?
Just family.

Have you kissed anyone in the past week?
Like it was my job. Actually, it is my job. I'm a prostitute.

What are you listening to?
Metric (via Pandora)

Is there one place you'd like to visit?
Nope, there are a million. First on the list: Florence.

Do you like winter?
Yup!

Do you regret anything?

Plans for today?
Proof rehearsal!

What are you doing tomorrow?
...Proof rehearsal!

Do you like to cuddle?
too much.

Where is the first person on your phone's contact list?
In my heart. Somewhere around the left ventricle.

Honestly, what's on your mind right now?
How I should be doing my exercises right now.

Honestly, what are you doing?
Lying on my bed, typing this. Honest.

Honestly, do you want to see someone this very minute?
Yes -- Jesus. Oh, you mean honestly? Well, in that case, I wouldn't mind seeing Olivia, the Sonic waitress. And I wouldn't mind if she had a Strawberry Slush for me.

Do you think a lot of people think bad things about you?
Some. They might be true.

Do you think you're approachable?
very.

Do you regret doing anything this week?
not getting my shit done for the play, or class.

How late did you stay up last night?
12:30. no joke.

Suppose you see your crush kissing another person:
Happens all the time, I have a thing for taken men.

Do you like your school?
Begrudgingly.

Ever met a real life prostitute?
Yes! Sophomore year!

Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?
Nope.

Is there a member of the opposite gender on your mind?
It's spring -- there's a member of the opposite gender on my everything right now.

What mood are you in?
Lackadaisical.

Are you growing apart from someone close?
I feel like I'm growing closer to everyone ... which is unfortunate, since I'll be leaving a bunch of them come June.

What will you be doing at 8 am?
wrenching myself away from dreams of excitement and adventure. Or maybe I'll still be conversing with the 4 o'clock phone caller.

What is your favorite sport?
basketball or volleyball

Is there anyone you hate?
Yes.

Do you like country music?
occasionally.

Do you like tattoos and piercings?
It's hit or miss.

How much are you on the phone daily?
half an hour

How many people do you know with your name?
I can't think of any right now.

Do you still see the person you fell the hardest for?
Only when I stalk him online. Oh, is that creepy?

Do you ever turn your cell phone off?
Very rarely.

What do you want in your life, right now?
So many things. It's spring, after all.

Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?
Yup! A faux-engagement ring, ala Charlotte. Oh how it glitters!

When are you usually on the phone?
When Charlotte, Seanic and I are trying to coordinate a Seanic visit (that second "seanic" referred to the restaurant. I know, confusing right? Try living this life.)

What is the last thing you bought someone?
Charlotte shtuff.

It's 4AM, your phone rings, who do you expect it to be?
My first thought: my family. Second: Laurel.

How is life going for you, right now?
All over the spectrum. Can't complain too much ... but I do anyway =P

Can you play Guitar Hero?
Yup!

What do you currently hear, right now?
Wait...didn't...didn't I already answer this question?

What do you think your best friend is doing right now?
Watching the tube in her post-graduate laziness.

Would you rather watch football or baseball?
football

Where is your number one person on your Friends List?
Friends list...?

Do you feel like dancing?
always!

How did you feel, last night?
Exhausted, overwhelmed

How much money do you have on you?
3 credit cards, and $0.98

Do you speak another language other than English?
a smidge of Italian. I can sign "Socks" and "stupid" in ASL.

What did you do today?
Class!!! 8.5 hours of Class!!

Did you date anyone this past Summer?
Does Laurel count?

Where were you Friday night?
earth and sky.

Do you like the color orange?
It's my favorite color.

What is the weather like today?
Undecided.

Who was the last person to put their arm around you?
My Lacie

Who are all the people you have text messages from in your phone?
Ugh, a lot.

Three feelings at the moment?
Bored to shit with this survey. Weary.

You're in the hospital, who on your Top Friends would come to visit you?
The important ones.

My pesonality in colors!

noreply@blogger.com (L Fritz) — Thu, 01 May 2008 07:42:00 +0000

My PersonalDNA

It's my personality, apparently. Interesting....

The impossible is beginning to seem routine to you now.

noreply@blogger.com (L Fritz) — Mon, 28 Apr 2008 19:23:00 +0000

I really liked my horoscope today:

Lindsey,
For the life of you, you just can't seem to figure out where it all went wrong. Speak up before others forget that you have a voice. You must let your opinions be known, or risk being pushed aside. The impossible is beginning to seem routine to you now.

"The impossible is beginning to seem routine to you now." Wow. I don't put much credence in daily horoscopes, but what an idea!

I was wondering about the title of my blog: The Adventures Yet to Come. Recently I've had quite a few adventures, largely with the help of Charlotte. But, despite our crazy antics (and believe me, they are crazy, impulsive, thrill-seeking, and silly), I feel like the real stuff hasn't started. Maybe that's what is motivating my desire to travel the world (besides "finding myself" and whatnot...and Belgian chocolate).

I'm graduating from college. Excepting grad school, this was the last step in the preconceived agenda of my life. Preschool, elementary, high school, college ... life. I feel like so many people just assume the next step is getting a job and settling into life. Not that I have any problem with that course, but I'm fed up with people pushing it on me. For example, my mom: since I can remember she always told me that she knew I was going to do something great with my life (yeah, yeah, she's my mom so she's biased); but now, all she asks is when I'm going to get a job. How am I supposed to do something great if I don't even know what I'm doing, or what I'm supposed to be doing?

Maybe I'm just behind -- everyone knows what they want to do, and what they want to do is within their career aspirations. (What I want to does not fall under the umbrella of a "career"). Maybe running away and running around won't help me figure it out. But I'm feeling extremely claustrophobic -- too claustrophobic for one who is graduating and has her life laid out before her like a delicious buffet of sushi delights.

On that note, I'm going to go get my knee X-rayed.

"Encircle me, I need to be taken down"

noreply@blogger.com (L Fritz) — Sat, 19 Apr 2008 19:16:00 +0000

I'm in Pittsburgh! It's so great being back here -- in a strange way, it feels homey. Yes, I know, I lived here this summer, so for a few short months it was my home; but it felt good coming back, and that was the strange thing. I really like Pittsburgh. I wouldn't mind living here again in my life.

And of course -- I'm here with Laurel! It worries me that we might see each other even less when we've both graduated. Then again, we might be on different continents for a bit, so that's to be expected. I guess I'll resign myself to just having a kick-ass time while we're together.

This quarter has been one big mess o' crazy. I'm certainly behind in my classes and I've definitely been having a lot of fun (perhaps at the expense of said classes?) It's Spring. It's beautiful. I cannot believe I'm graduating in a matter of weeks. (If I pass Italian 213 .... merda).

I'm in a play this quarter: Proof. It's a fantastic play and I'm overjoyed to be a part of it. I'm not overjoyed that we're off-book next week. I should go work on that....

Exponential Aggravation

noreply@blogger.com (L Fritz) — Sat, 29 Mar 2008 03:12:00 +0000

(I don't care if my title makes any sense or not)

This is not a particularly insightful, informative, or interesting post. And certainly don't expect me to post this regularly during the quarter. But I need to express. Let me start with this:

AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!

My family -- love them, really -- are the worst people with whom to watch a movie. It's not that I particularly want to see this movie (I've seen Superman Returns three times already), but I brought it home so they could see it for the first time. So we could watch it together.

And they won't shut up. Every other line of dialog is accompanied by some inane comment by my brother; my mom keeps jumping up to bang around in the kitchen; my sister shushes my brother and she, in turn, is shushed by my dad. I could scream. Why am I putting myself through this? Why do I continue to sit, and shush, and want to scream?

I'm insane. I'm living here this summer. I want move with Laurel to Chicago, or Pittsburgh, or London (want to go to London, Laurel?).

On a side note, I adore Kevin Spacey.

Il Futuro

noreply@blogger.com (L Fritz) — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 20:28:00 +0000

Near Future: I have to take an upper-level Italian next quarter. Don't get me wrong, I love the Italian language; but I haven't taken Italian in two years. "Il Futuro" is about the extent of language skills. And the Italian word il futuro is about as close as I get to communicating what my future holds.

Future: One more quarter, one more quarter, one more quarter ... and then college is over. 10 weeks -- yikes. Until this Spring Break I was so comfortable with graduation and my post-graduation plans: chill out and make some money, travel around the U.S., the world. But that particular reality-avoiding fantasy didn't stand up to Spring Break. Yes, I still plan on traveling, but I'm going to have to get a job -- a real job. (As my mom says, "someone with a college degree doesn't waitress for a living.")

It's not so bad. What do I want my future to look like? A series of adventures -- a bunch of different jobs (with theater a part of every phase). So, I just need to start the adventures!

Yeah, I'm pretty scared. I don't know if it makes me feel better that the majority of my friends are going through the same thing. Solidarity. We're gonna rock this bitch (if by "bitch," I mean world).

On an different note (Eb?), my poor little sister got a wisdom tooth out, my red-blood cell count was 43 when I went to give blood (yay iron!), my new house is freaking cool, and I'm going to Cleveland this weekend to support my friend and -- I hope -- party.

List of jobs I wouldn't mind having within the next year:

1. Working for a news radio station (Cinci's NPR station isn't hiring right now, grr)
2. Working in Development, Education, PR, or Marketing for a theatre (So far, I don't have enough experience for the theaters around the area. I might be looking at an internship)
3. Editing for a theater magazine (Dramatics is based in Cinci!)
4. Working abroad -- hostel, pub, theater(!), teaching

I need to start talking to people -- the only way to get a job anymore is to know someone who knows someone who is doing something you want to be doing.

Look, Charlotte found a picture of me online!

"Home, where my thoughts escaping"

noreply@blogger.com (L Fritz) — Sun, 23 Mar 2008 06:51:00 +0000

It's strange being "home." I mean, it's great -- my parents just moved into a new house (said new house being my Aunt/Uncle's old house down the street). It's an awesome house, and the newness -- and bigness -- of it makes just being here an adventure of sorts.

However, I came home to come "home." And, even though this feels comfortable (having been here many, many times)

and all of our stuff is here (hell, I've got my own room!)

it doesn't feel like home. Not yet.

I just want home to wrap me up in a blanket and say "it's all good Lindsey. Yes, things are changing quickly, but some things never change."

What a lie -- everything changes. The trick is, I think, to change just in time with the things you want to stay the same. Then again, maybe I'm rambling out of good-old-fashion-tiredness. My bed -- in my new home -- awaits....

Procrastination Station

noreply@blogger.com (L Fritz) — Fri, 21 Mar 2008 10:42:00 +0000

It is miserably early in the morning. I shouldn't be tired -- shouldn't feel like my head is a melting ball of rubber dripping down the side of my body -- because I slept all day today. In my bid to become nocturnal, I've stayed awake the last two nights.

I miss the sun.

I can't help but snicker at myself (largely because I've entered the hysterical portion of exhaustion), because I do this to myself every quarter without fail. No matter how on-the-ball I am throughout the quarter, finals week is Procrastination Station.

(Procrastination Station -- What kind of station would that be? All the passengers putting off waiting?)

Inevitably I pull an all-nighter (or two) and end up blogging incoherently because at least when I'm blogging I look like I'm working hard (we must keep up appearances for the other early-morning-library-dwellers).

But I must look on the bright side (caffeine would certainly help in that endeavor): only one more set of finals in my undergraduate career.

...If I make it through this set ....

And now, an image for my amusement:

Self-Indulgent Procrastination ("Indulgent" being the word of the day)

noreply@blogger.com (L Fritz) — Wed, 19 Mar 2008 20:50:00 +0000

It's a beautiful gray, rainy day -- the kind of day where the sun is right behind the film of clouds, casting raindrops as diamonds as they ping against the window. One of those days that has Lindsey extemporizing about weather.

<-- My view, for your reference.

I had a disturbing dream last night. Disturbing in that "more real than real life" tone that some dreams adopt for the sole purpose of lingering on the inside of my skull. If you will allow a little self-indulgent relating:

I was in Washington, D.C. -- with it's great theater and energy, it's a city I would love to live in one day. I ran into an imaginary person, but it was understood that we had made friends via blogging and I was staying with her for a week. While standing randomly in a dark alley at night, she introduces me to her friend -- an actor that used to attend OU and who, I'm quite sure, represents the entire concept of acting and theater to my simplistic subconscious (he has a history of parading through my dreams). Well, the crux of the dream is that he asks me to stay in Washington, suggesting that I abandon my travel plans for now and immerse myself in the theater world. For some reason, it was a really good opportunity. But -- and here's the disturbing part -- I didn't know what to do. In this dream of mine, I just wanted to stay at home with my family in Cincinnati and stick to my travel plans. And then I was paralyzed with this fear that I was inflexible and missing a good opportunity.

It's not an impressively funky or terrifying dream, but I think it brought real fears to the forefront of my mind. We are all creatures of comfort, but in the dream, it was time for me to make a leap and I was unable to do so. With graduation comes a "brazillion" opportunities and even though exploring this world is indisputably compelling, I think I'm afraid it's motivated from a laziness of sorts. Maybe laziness isn't the correct word -- indulgence, perhaps? Or maybe it really just is graduation-induced fear: the world beyond! The great unknown! The future ... reality ... etc.

Or maybe I'm just conflicted about my decision to move back in with my parents for a bit. I certainly never thought that would happen, but it's the quickest way to raise money for my extravagant plans -- AND they just bought a bigger house. I'm also worried that if I move somewhere awesome (like Cali or Chicago with Laurel), that i'll never raise the money and just get stuck in Grand-Plans-Land.

A confession and a change

noreply@blogger.com (L Fritz) — Wed, 19 Mar 2008 19:58:00 +0000

I have a confession: I don't like Jimi Hendrix. I can admit and admire his wicked guitar skills, but on the whole his songs do nothing for me. Not a thing.

Does that make me un-American? At least un-hip. Probably not racist.

Well, I'm glad to get that off my chest. I've been editing my Pandora radio preferences and feel a twinge of guilt every time I covertly check Jimi's songs "I don't like it."

[If you're not familiar with Pandora radio, please visit this site: Pandora.com. It's fantastic, free, and introduces you to a bunch of new artists based on your current musical preferences.]

Well, I've just stumbled upon the discovery that a group of my friends are using that archaic dinosaur of a blogging source, LiveJournal on a regular basis. Thus, to accommodate my new blogging community, I'm going to copy-paste my real blog posts (at lindseyfritz.blogspot.com) into LJ. Now, this somewhat pretentious declaration almost makes it sound like I blog on a regular basis, but that would be a disappointing misconception.

On that note, I should mention that I am in the thick of Winter Quarter finals. I cannot help but reflect on the past quarter (the only guilt-free way of procrastinating). Usually, Winter quarter is wretched -- the weather, the general glum attitudes, classes. But this quarter i was delightfully surprised. Maybe because this is my last Winter Quarter at OU, but I had a lot of fun, learned a lot, and got some priorities in order. At the beginning of the quarter I was gearing up for grad school auditions, now I'm applying for work visas abroad. At the beginning of the quarter, I anticipated a quiet, focused few months. Instead, the past three months have witnessed the development of some of the best relationships of my life: I started hanging out with this awesome woman Draga, and got much closer to Charlotte. If you know these ladies, you'd know it was assuredly a very adventurous quarter. Furthermore, I've really come to view my roommates as a family of sorts -- dysfunctional in some ways, but what families aren't?

Next quarter will be even better because I plan on seeing my other favorites some as well -- I'm going to go celebrate graduating with my other half (LMF1), Sama is going to come visit me (or death), and my gorgeous neighbor Carolyn is going to become much more familiar with the inside of my apartment. Also, despite my 20 credit-hour workload, I'm going to have fun next quarter! I'm going to make memories by the boat-loads! Watch out Athens -- Lindsey is sucking the fun out of you in her final quarter on your grounds.

noreply@blogger.com (L Fritz) — Fri, 15 Feb 2008 07:13:00 +0000

String of campus gun rampages

I've noticed how all of the recent campus shootings have been confined to the eastern half of the nation. It makes me think morbidly that Ohio is next, or Pittsburgh. I mean, people can go ape-shit anywhere, but the campus trend brings the possibility more probable in my head.

My life, Scrubs -- one and the same?

noreply@blogger.com (L Fritz) — Fri, 01 Feb 2008 04:21:00 +0000

I read in a book once: nothing important happens in your 20's, but you spend the whole decade thinking you're doing horribly important things.

I know this certainly applies to my life. Everyday feels like an adventure, yet everyday is only an investment into my future. The question, I guess, is whether this future will be exceptional. I guess I'm putting a lot of pressure on my 30s. (I don't feel like waiting 20 or 30 years for important stuff to get done).

So, how is my life like Scrubs then? Well, the characters in Scrubs go around doing terribly exciting and important things all day ... or at least they try to. And at the end of the day, people continue entering and leaving the hospital -- living or dying -- and the only thing that's changed is them. (Oh, and I also look very good in light blue scrubs...just saying).

Yes, I am watching Scrubs on my late-night at The Post. Yes, I've had a ridiculous amount of diet soda tonight. Why do you ask?

The little tiny house is a surprise every time

noreply@blogger.com (L Fritz) — Wed, 30 Jan 2008 02:15:00 +0000

Updating my blog: an honest desire to communicate or a desperate ploy to avoid studying?

I just had a fantastic weekend in Chicago. I stayed at a hostel and rode public transportation (gotta love public transportation!). My favorite part was not the free museums or consistently knowing where I was (yay grid system!), but the awesome foreignors I met at the hostel. One guy I hung out with was a London cop (a bobby!) and then another guy was from Denmark (whose population is smaller than that of Philedelphia). We ate Chicago pizza and played hours of fusball [correct spelling optional]. We all got along really well.

And I'm going back this weekend! I've already had many people invite themselves to come along, but I fear that t'would be difficult to coordinate. I'll be staying with a friend from high school this time around and doing a lot less touristy things -- what with grad school auditions. Sorry guys. We should plan a trip for Spring Break and/or this summer.

Oh man, I cannot concentrate on studying. My first Communications and Media Law exam is tomorrow and I have the concentration skills of a drunk goldfish. (Ooh, look a castle! Seaweed! Ooh, look a castle! hiccup).

... do goldfish hiccup?...

Winter Quarter, the last

noreply@blogger.com (L Fritz) — Sun, 06 Jan 2008 01:56:00 +0000

The winter break has come to end and I'm back in Athens, Ohio, awaiting the new quarter. I spent this break in beautiful, reclusive laziness. In my nearly 7 weeks of break I read more than 10 novels, a play, and a book on acting: a two-month vacation from reality. Which means that now I'm back to the grindstone -- my nose, and all the rest of me.

I suppose I should be staggered by the mere idea of graduating in 2 quarters -- a mere 6 months. Maybe I just haven't figured it out yet, or maybe (*gasp*) I'm just ready. I love Athens, but I love it like I love wine: never mixed with rum ... oh, and in moderation. Doubtless I'm going to miss it when I'm gone, but at this moment I feel a little bit stuck.

Everything feels like it's in flux: My mindset as I shift into graduation gear and work on grad school stuff; My home, since my parents are moving into my aunt's house; my expectations -- for the first time I have no idea what's going to happen in the next 6 months, or year. Insanity. I wish I could run away to Europe, or even better, Hogwarts.

Classes start tomorrow. I have a list of things to do 20 items long. Therefore, I'm going to quelch my rambling.

Oh the times, Oh the library

noreply@blogger.com (L Fritz) — Tue, 18 Dec 2007 01:06:00 +0000

Does anyone else get the feeling that the librarians are judging you on your book choices?

I know this is not an original question, and so I must assume: yes, others feel that the librarians are judging them.

Though I do my best to avoid the anxiety of caring what the librarians think of me (when you live right across the street from the library and practically live there on holiday breaks, such opinions matter), I fear that my literary selections are influenced by their curious eyes.

Do I really need to check out Hard Times by our esteemed Charles Dickens? Do I really think I'm ever going to attempt rereading that particular classic? But the other novels in my hands looked so light and cheerful and fun.

No, I refuse to let the librarians and their silent criticisms -- hiding behind those cheery smiles and helpful eyes -- affect my personal time! I put the Dickens down.

I won't go on in this vein... describing my courageous walk to the check-out counter... my defiant placing of the books onto said counter...my fearless meeting of the librarians eyes as she scans my selections ....

Suffice to say, I walked out of the library tonight, head held high!
And mentally noted to avoid that librarian from now on, unless I had Herman Melville in hand.

Winter Break '07

noreply@blogger.com (L Fritz) — Sun, 02 Dec 2007 07:10:00 +0000

I love being home. I love putting together puzzles with my family, reading for pleasure, watching Disney movies, and experimenting with cookie recipes.

Colin Firth

noreply@blogger.com (L Fritz) — Wed, 28 Nov 2007 07:19:00 +0000

Not only is he one incredibly dreamy, but here Colin Firth speaks on his acting technique and training.

On acting training:

"So I honestly think, Yeah, great, use disciplines, pursue them, and be as rigorous about them as you can. And I think it can be very rewarding. But cheat—all the time, if you need to, wherever you can."

Read on...