Not a Demon.

This blog post is dedicated to Chelsea and Burke, but mostly Burke.

To protect my true identity from creeps out there, I chose the profile name of Lucifer. In doing so, I didn't realize that really I was making myself seem like a satanic creeper.

Explanation: Lucifer is a nick name given to me by Britt (derivative from Lu, which is what my fam has called me since birth). So if you ever see that I am following/commenting on your blog, please note that it is me (Lindsay, Lu, Lucifer) and not the devil. Thanks to the advice from Noni, I decided to emphasize the Lu part to hinder further confusion. Sorry if I ever scared anyone. And by anyone, I mean Burke.

Funny...

Car Ride in Hell...

.... for Dan anyway. For the holiday weekend, Kimi's Birthday and Memorial, me and Danielson decided to head down to St. George around 7:30 pm. He was feeling a bit queezy so we stopped in Scipio at the Flying J. Long story short, a bit queezy turned into VIOLENTLY ill and we were there for a hour and a half. He felt like he'd been to hell and back and was in intense pain by the time we made it to our home at 2:00 am. I have never been so glad to get out of the car and see my mother's face.

So, in conclusion, Dan: I'm really glad you don't have the swine flu or food poisoning (two of the options we discussed in the car) and survived yet another near death experience. Some one really wants you to stay down here. I mean seriously, what's the count now? 89?

Sidenote: I had to go in the men's bathroom 4 times in Scipio.... while there was a line of men waiting to use urinals. Yup. Between my presence and Dan's scary sick noises, we even scared a little kid out of there. Seriously, he had go find his mom and she took him into the women's bathroom. Poor kid.

Wedding Whirlwind

So this weekend I decided to come to Logan for a wedding... or four. Four different couples I know are getting married up here. Crazy. Finals finish and every one's in a wedding frenzy.

Here's a thought on marriage per say: way more people are getting married up here in Happy Valley than in P-Town. Too funny, everyone always gives crap about how people go to BYU to get married when in reality they all stay to get married.

Anyway... the one I mostly came up for , Jen and Greg's, is tonight. Every one I know from high school (mostly) and freshman year will be there. That makes me a tad bit nervous. I think because it sorta/kinda makes me feel like I'm some what of an idiot sixteen year old again. Hopefully I don't make a fool of myself... I guess only time will tell.

***Post-post: Here's a picture of me and the Bride:

Good news: I didn't say or do anything stupid. The evening was actually quite successful/enjoyable, while still just being another affirmation of my choice to leave Logan. A splendid feeling, if I do say so myself.***

New Leaf.

When it's 2 in the morning, your eyes are bloodshot, you're extremely tired, and you're still sitting on facebook you come to realize something:

Facebook needs to die.

Okay, not really, but if this is happening to you it does probably mean you need to delete your account. I finally did and I feel great. I no longer have a temptation to be a facebook creeper/stalker. I have no problem in admitting that I was one, especially because I know there's plenty of others out there. You all know what I'm talking about... when all of the sudden two hours go by and you're looking at your friend's fiance's sister's friend's cousin's pictures and the thought comes to mind, WTH am I doing right now? This isn't me, I'm not creeper. Well unfortunately, all signs are pointing to yes and it may now be time for you to do the unthinkable and delete your facebook account.

But don't worry, you can still curb your online addiction by blogging. I've decided to turn over my facebook leaf to the blogger side. My sister and her friends just recently started blogging, so I thought I'd give it a go. I can tell it's already working, I haven't missed facebook once in the last 18 hours...