lindsay haynes' Journal

9:42pm: hey wow i forgot about this thing. i keep reading it and thinking 'daaaaaaaahhh'. my other journal is coherent compared to this one. but i'm not sure that's so great...

i invented a new creature called a balloonicorn. i'll post the drawing eventually, maybe..

i am gaining confidence in my dragonness. dragon-ness. dragonosity.

10:17pm: i moved!!! to milkmonitor

9:54pm: non-gelatine smores


hottest day of the year, people.
barbecue tomorrow, soyburgers for all.

8:55pm: talls are for wimps

starbucks, my sketchbook, macromedia freehand and adobe photoshop co-existing peacefully.

3:05pm: i tried the eisley cover again now that i'm not sick anymore. i like it a little better now.
why not add my music myspace? especially since that was alliteration. WHY NOT INDEED?

7:01pm: HAAAA. my voice is wobblier than a plate of gelatine dessert.

SOMEDAY I WILL HAVE THE CAPABILITY TO RECORD MY VOICE AND GUITAR SEPERATELY. but until then..

11:21pm: somebody please be my rushmore.

everything tires me out except the things that should tire me out. does that make sense? this time last week i was at a party that lasted nearly 12 hours and i felt alive. this week is all about pressing the heels of my hands into my eye sockets.

i am thinking about buying a bike this summer. i've not owned one since i was 13 or so, and i think i'm all the worse for it. i live right by a cycling track, i could ride bikes with sophie. we could have a bicycle gang and go find that stream i used to hang out by... if it's still there.

i think i'd buy this one. i could afford it in about a week if i didn't go out or buy any records or take-out coffee. i could go a week without coffee i guess (well, i would make it at home at least) and i would name the bike kingsley.

in any case i'm going to stay up until 5am at least and draw some pictures. and watch rushmore because it makes me feel uncomfortable until the end and a few other times when it doesn't.
i think what i like about wes anderson's movies is that there is always some glimmer of hope even for the people who are sort of idiots, and that kind of makes me feel reassured that maybe i will be ok after all.

1:41pm: dropping beats among other things.


so there was this bird outside. it was pretty fat. and phat. it was freestyling.

7:27pm: the sun is hiding, stupid sun.

3:30pm: so's your face!



"HEY! HA! HAVE YOU EVER NOTICED HOW ALL THE BOYS WHO TAKE INFO AND COMMS TECH ARE ALL REALLY GORMLESS AND HAVE EXACTLY THE SAME HAIRCUT?? AM I RIGHT? AM I RIGHT??!!"

10:57pm: revolutions per minute.

it's my ambition to start an indie rock band
called the blood oranges.
we would play vintage instruments, and make people want to dance.
it wouldn't even matter that i'm not sure what constitutes indie rock any more.

9:18pm: do you think i'd have said it if there was any reason to?

the words in the speech bubbles never mean anything, so never you mind.

8:33pm: bullet proof.. i wish i was.

we are going to buy unicorns or my little ponies. or my little pony unicorns. haven't decided yet. but we're gonna buy em!
one of my own songs came up on itunes shuffle.. i didn't skip it.
guess i'm lame now.

continually finding much better things to do than go to class,
ljh.