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Name: Mindi
Birthday: 1/18/1903
Gender: Female
Interests: Curtis Davis! he's my love interest and i love him.
protecting kristin from psychopaths, visiting my friends the pencils with joy, expeditions to harris teeter with frannie, montezuma, red wine, getting hurt in soccer, hot guys who look like greek heroes *coughcough* dancing, annoying joy by singing rap music, teasing jewel about ...things ... and ORANGE JUICE. man i love orange juice. i like kissing frogs and i think snake's tongues are fascinating, and puppy kisses are the best.
Expertise: i don't like to brag, but i have some mad skills as a basketball player, i score like 86 THOUSAND points every game.
i'm pretty good at forgetting to get rid of my gum before latin and mrs. nagy, too.
i'm really good at not thinking about what i'm about to say and then saying it and having it turn out to be something i really probably shouldn't have said but that everybody remembers forever.
Occupation: Consulting
Industry: Legal
Message: message me
Member Since:
5/13/2004
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| Today at work (Build A Bear) a family came in to make bears for their
two daughters. They brought in sounds that the father had recorded,
with messages to each of his daughters. I did the older girl's bear
first, and while I was going through the whole heart cermony, the
mother said, "Let daddy kiss the heart too, because this is a bear for
you to remember him when he goes away." She wouldn't kiss it herself,
because "this is between you and daddy." I asked "Are you going
to Iraq?" and he said, "Yes."
I finished stitching up the first bear, and I turned to ask for the
younger daughter's bear so I could stuff him. The mother was turned
away, wiping at her eyes. It was then that I noticed that the younger
girl had some sort of mental handicap. It was quiet for a minute as I
realized that this wife and mother was crying. She turned around and
tears were dripping down her cheeks, her eyes red rimmed. But she led
her daughter through making the bear, and the girl and her father both
kissed the heart and tucked it inside, deep into the stuffing.
I was about to cry as I was stuffing this bear. I didn't know what to
say, they were complete strangers. I didn't know how to express what I
was thinking without offending them. So I didn't say anything. I hope
they understood.
By the time they were picking out clothes they were laughing and joking.
I'm going to keep them in my prayers, even though I don't know them at
all. I pray that father comes home safely in a year, to see his family.
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| I heard a most ridiculous conversation the other day. Some girls at
lunch were discussing how America is obsessed with celebrities, almost
treating them like gods. "We don't care about every detail of their
lives!" they said. "Why do people want to be just like them? Teenage
girls kill themselves over the way they look, trying to be just like
the celebrity women. It's not realistic, it's not healthy." This is all
well and good, they are asking fair questions, and raising valid
points. But then these girls went on to spend the entire remainder of
the lunch period discussing which actors and actresses were their
favorite and why, who was in which movie, who was ugly and who was
pretty according to them and according to guys they knew. On and on
they went. At one point I decided to put in my opinion. "I like Ashton
Kutcher!" I said. 
"That is so sad," said one girl, in a rather
condescending voice. "How could you like him? He can't act." Another
girl added, "He's really stuck up, and so cocky." I was taken aback by
these comments. I hadn't realized that we were not just talking about
various celebrities casually, that we were in fact analyzing their
character. I left the conversation at this point, perhaps from a
wounded pride, but also from a sense of disbelief that the conversation
was being carried out. Honestly...how do they go from what they were
saying in the beginning of their discussion into a descent into the
depths of People magazine?
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| I haven't written here in a long time.
It's graduation time. I'm going to miss all the seniors.
I'm going to cry at graduation, I know it. And then I'll be a freaking
senior. I can't believe it. Honestly...it's too soon. I feel like my
life is ending.
I wish I could be 17 forever. 17, but free. I feel like my parents hold me back from everything.
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| "I
remember when the days were long, and the nights when the living room
was on the lawn. constant quarreling, the childish fits, and our
clothes in a pile on the ottoman. all the slander and double-speak were
only foolish attempts to show you did not mean anything but the blatant proof was your lips touching mine in the photobooth."
what do you think?
i did not write this, by the way. I found it and thought it was interesting.
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| Ah....I'm such a sporadic updater. But I still update sometimes, so it's all good.
The Main and Most Important news is that there was a snow day
yesterday. It was very nice. I slept in, got in a workout by shoveling
the driveway (shoveling snow is really good for you), did some dishes,
vacuumed the living room and dining room. That sounds like a bad snow
day, doesn't it? Well it wasn't too bad. Chores have to be done, right?
But after the chores, I went to see Narnia
with...well a lot of people. I was most impressed and very happy with
the movie. My favourite part was when Edmund broke the White Witch's
wand. I was like "YES!!!". With hand motions.
The sad thing was that Chris and Curtis came in late
and didn't get to sit with us. But then the happy thing was that me and
Liz and Amy and Tim and the twins went to eat at Panera and got to hang
out for a while before we had to leave for the game. There was a black
tie/cocktail party going on in the hotel that Panera opened out into,
so me and Timmy went to the party. We got escorted out.
I had this really good tomato pepper bisque. It was
so yummy. And Amy stole my bread. I came back from the part and she's
sitting there chowing down on my bread, and then she wouldn't give it
back!
Curtis and I walked Tim out to meet his dad, and
then we watched the ice skaters until Mr. and Mrs. Davis came. It was
quite fun. We watched people fall down, and this one kid with multiple
girlfriends. Chris pretended to make out with me and Curtis got mad.
Hm. So then we went to the game. They ALMOST won. It was frustrating.
I spent the night at Liz's. She yelled at me for moving around too much while I was sleeping.
Saturday night I babysat, and got paid $70...for 7
hours...most of which was sitting around watching movies and reading to
them. Babysitting is pretty sweet sometimes. Seth and Curtis stopped
by...which was nice of them. We just chilled for about half an
hour...before they had to go...I can't wait until I have a car...
Kristin and I skipped church today and went to eat
breakfast. Well I ate and she drank coffee. We got back just in time
for communion. We are amazing.
My life sounds so boring. But I like it. It's
because I get my omega-3 fatty acids. I'm convinced of this...they're
brain food, and they make you happy. Everybody eat Omega-3 essential
oils, they will change your life. AND they make you burp up
fishy-ness.
I just dropped off five rolls of film to be
developed. I can't wait to look at my pictures. I wish I had a
dark room. Wouldn't that be COOL? Maybe I could develop film in my
bathroom...stuff a towel under the door? yeah...cover up the mirror to
eliminate any potential glare? hang prints up to dry along the shower
rod...
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