7.2.2002
Hold On Tight...The Mamba is About to Strike!
I'm sure everyone has been in this situation. You've got it bad for some guy (or girl if that's the case), and you help them out with their own boy/girl problems. *sigh* Sure, you really want to help them to feel better and make things happy for them, but at the same time you want things for yourself to be all good and happy. Along with advice (which hopefully works), all I could offer up was "I know how it feels, believe me."
I went to World's of Fun yesterday. I thought my sunburn could use a little touching up. It looks much worse than it feels. As much as I love riding on thrill rides all day long, I totally hate that sinking feeling you get when you go to close your eyes at night. You feel like you're in a super-elevator that makes you feel ten times as heavy and that you'll sink into your matress and hit the floor. I was so tired just on the drive home from Bryan's, I'm suprised I didn't get in a car wreck. It sucks being extremely tired but not being able to even close your eyes because you might fall through the bed! I didn't see any mullets this summer (mostly because we were in Missouri, not Iowa). I did however notice how nasty it is to see couple waling around all over each other. This is a family-oriented amusement park. I do not need to see you walking around half-naked with your hands on each other's asses and making out two feet in front of me. It's bad enough just trying to ignore your body odor. Creeps. But don't get me wrong. I had a great time yesterday. I just regret that I didn't get to ride the Monsoon this time.
Nate decided to start his own blog. I figured that since he gave props to me, I should link his site. Though he has some grammatical errors, he's a pretty cool guy. Check it out some day.
9:58:56 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
7.4.2002
How cool is this? I went to the dentist for a routine check-up, and she offered me a job. This is perfect as I am in the process of looking for a new one. Baker's is really starting to get on my nerves. Today is the 4th of July and I have to work 12 - 8:30pm. Not only is that too long for a hot, sticky holiday, but it is the shittiest shift. Right when everyone feels the need to go out and buy their BBQ necessities, as well as last minute beer-runs. The term "job" has taken all of the fun out of the holidays for me. You're probably thinking "No worries, you get pay and a half." Nope, sorry. Corporate bullshit: the big guys up top are stingy and only give us pay and a quarter. What the hell is up with that?! Oh well. Hopefully I won't be workin there too much longer. I saw Mr. Deeds the other night with some friends who already graduated. We went to a party afterwards, and of course one of them had to mention that I was still in high school. Gee, thanks. Totally uncool. I hate being young for my grade as I am a whole two years younger than them. Luckily my birthday is coming up. (July 29 - Don't forget.) I'd love to tell you about some other things i've been up to, but my little brother reads this, and I'd rather it didn't get back to el padre. I hope you all have a Happy Fourth, and be sure to stay safe. This drought/heat wave and fireworks probably wouldn't make the best combo. Who cares? We're lighting them off anyway. Happy spark trails!
10:19:58 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
7.5.2002
I wish my boss would schedule me for the morning shifts at work. It would allow tme to get up early, go to work, and still have the rest of the day to actually do stuff. Instead I have to work dog hours, which prohibits me from accomplishing any chores that need to be done. I need to get a textbook by Monday, and the only place I can get it is open only during the times at which I have to work. Isn't it funny how life works out that way?
My dad has been punishing me (and saving me) by not allowing me to spend any money from my account. I'm slowly crawling out of debt only to turn around and spend the savings on bills. Being a teenager is hard sometimes. You're worked harder than any other time in your life. Not only do you go to school full time, but you have a job and pay for almost everything you do or own. It's silly how they place more adult-like responsibilities on you, but you still can't even legally see an R-rated movie! I'm sure I can get in a lot more trouble out on the streets with my friends than in some theater watching Jerry Maguire.
Summer is supposed to be a relaxing interim in which I can loaf about doing whatever I please. I haven't the time or the money to do anything I'd like anymore. When I'm not asleep, I'm slaving away at Baker's. (Slaving is a most appropriate term, no doubt.) No worries though. I'm a pretty content teen. Even happy at times. I may rant a lot on my blog, but it appeases my mind and allows me to be more passive in person. Don't you wish you knew what I was like face-to-face? Yes, I'm sure.
12:15:09 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
A Famous Father
I found the oddest file on my C drive tonight. I was sorting through it to delete old files that were taking up space and I found a short essay titled "A Famous Father." I have no idea who wrote it, but I think it may have been me. I don't know when it was written, or the motive for it either. Was it an assignment? Was it just something I decided to write out of the blue? I am completely lost. Here it is:
A great man died today. He wasn’t a leader or a famous doctor or a war hero or a sports figure. He was no business tycoon, and you will never see his name in the financial pages. But he was one of the greatest men who ever lived. He was my father.
I guess you might say he was a person who was never interested in getting credit or receiving honors. He did corny things like pay his bills on time, go to church on Sunday and serve as an officer in the P.T.A. He helped his kids with their homework and drove his wife to do the grocery shopping on Thursday nights. He got a great kick out of hauling his teenagers and their friends to and from football games.
Tonight is my first night without him. I don’t know what to do with myself. I am sorry now for the times I didn’t show him the proper respect. But I am grateful for a lot of other things.
I am thankful that God let me have my father for 15 years. And I am happy that I was able to let him know how much I loved him. That wonderful man died with a smile on his face and fulfillment in his heart. He knew that he was a great success as a husband, a father, a brother, a son and a friend. I wonder how many millionaires can say that.
10:45:24 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
7.9.2002
I'm being bugged to update my blog. I'm supposed to divulge everything I did today. To start off, I got clean with a shower. After talking to Andrew (my UNL pal) for awhile, I went on a road trip with Tyff and Kayleen. We went all the way to Carson, IA....the big time! I drove around for four hours straight and used up an entire tank of gas. Boy my ass hurt after that. After picking up Kyle in BFE (Butt-fucking Egypt), I had to take him all the way back to Millard (West O). He's the rudest, funniest person I've ever met. He made me laugh so hard...I choked, I cried, yet I maintained control of my vehicle. As I was dropping him off, my dork of a brother called to tell me he locked himself out of the house. What a spaz! I told him a million times to carry a house key. So I took Tyff and Kay home, drove my brother to his swim practice (which is also far away...more poor gas tank), and went home to relax for what seemed like a very short hour. I headed off to Maggie's birthday party. Happy Birthday Lola!!! We had ice cream, saw Men in Black II, and saw Katie's new house. We took pictures of strangers and of ourselves trespassing on private property. Jacq and I went to Village Inn, and I told her my biggest secret ever. No one else in the world knows about it. I'm sure Bryan will be very jealous as he was trying to get me to divulge it the other day. Sorry bud. That was my day in a nutshell. I apologize for the simple sentences and choppy ideas, but it's late and I'm anxious to get to bed. One last shout out to Seth: Happy Belated Birthday!!! I'm sorry I wasn't there to celebrate with you. Goodnight all <3
1:00:23 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
I'm part of the safety team at work. In the first aid kit little latex thingamabobs can be found. One is supposed to put these over finger cuts and such when handling food. It's like cutting off the finger of a latex glove and wearing that. It's so funny though. They come rolled up and look like miniature condoms. I guess it's a funnier sight when you're playing with them and making finger pupperts and such. Here's a visual. Scroll down and click on "Fingercots." At least they're cheaper than Spencers (for those of you who may need them).
2:40:07 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
7.10.2002
Has there ever been one person who makes your heart race and your legs go weak with a simple hello? And no matter how long your conversations last, you can never get enough?
You know, sometimes life is just not fair. Lonliness is prominent right now, and distance is the thing I hate most.
8:41:59 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
7.11.2002
New Stuff
I did another sketch today. I haven't done any quality drawings for quite some time. I wish I had a scanner so I could share them with you. I start my new job tonight at the dentist's office. It's not an exciting job, but I love being there. My dentist's office has the best interior decor...she has decent reading material and classical music playing. It's way better than any other medical office I've been to. I'm excited as I am leaving for Chicago tomorrow morning. It's just a mini-vacation for us. The main reason we're going is that my brother has a swim meet there. I visited Chicago last year, and I'm glad I have the chance to go again. I'm thinking that's the place to be when I go to college. See you all next week!
2:50:44 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
7.15.2002
Welcome Back, Kotter
I'm back!! Did you miss me? I know you did. No worries; I missed you, too. I had a great time in Chicago. I met a lot of swimmers from my brother's swim team as we spent two days watching them swim at the invitational. I became wistful, longing to be on a swim team again. Then I remembered how I hate indoor pools because they get so damn hot. I walked a number miles around the downtown area as well....in flip flops. It wasn't the smartest idea, but I got to see a lot of sights. It's an 8-hour drive each way, so my dad and I definitely got in some quality time together. Some of my weekend's attractions included poor grammar on road construction signs, the Sears Tower, Navy Pier, Joe's Crab Shack (whooo!!), Six Flags, and the long stretches of NOTHING in Iowa. We were in our suburban for 14 straight hours if you include the nasty night's sleep at the rest stop. I think I'm definitely going to go to college somewhere near Chicago. I have it narrowed down to about three, and one in Nebraska. If I had my way I would skip college and move straight out to Los Angeles. However, I think the education would do me good. I just woke up from another nap, so I feel like I'm in limbo right now. My friends get back from New York in about an hour, but I'm sure they'll all be too tired to even talk. One last thought before I go: I recommend a visit to the restaurant called Pompei near the UIC campus. Not only is their food good, it's the hot-boy breeding grounds of the Greater Chicago Area. We definitely need to get one in Omaha.
6:41:34 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
7.16.2002
Open Party Invitation
My birthday is on Monday, July 29. This is an open invitation to anyone who wants to come to my party that evening. There'll be all the regular party things like food and music and ME. We might go out and cause some public disturbances as well. It's really a play-it-by-ear kind of thing. I promise a good time.
Apologies for not having it the weekend of the 27th, but I'll be out of town on a canoe trip.
Anyone who'd like to come, please RSVP.
RSVP or questions, Contact:
Home ~ 397-2745
Cell ~ 658-4981
E-mail ~ labmhs@yahoo.com
AIM ~ lisabee16
Everyone is welcome! So that means bring every single person you know. :)
11:27:45 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
7.19.2002
So What Is It Going To Be?
I hardly ever rant directly to one person. I hardly ever name names. But this is a last resort. I think it's the only way I can get you to listen to me.
I'm upset with you, Bryan. You string me along, and you don't treat me like a friend should. See guys, I like Bryan. He knows I do. I never wanted to break up in the first place, but I didn't really have any control over it since he was the one who broke up with me. I've told him time and time again how I feel. What does he do? He puts it aside and barely even acknowledges my feelings. I had to hear over and over about how he dumped me for Gina. It hurt. But who was there for him when she was a bitch and pushed him back into depression mode? Me. Who blew off her friends to go halfway across town to listen to him, no matter how much it hurts to hear about her? Me. Throughout all of this, he sort of led me on...still kissed me and everything. I loved it. But did he really still love me? Highly doubtful. So we're just friends, right? I still have feelings for you, Bryan. Even though you talk shit about all of my friends. Even though time and time again you convince me to blow them off for you. Even though you rub it in my face every time you meet a new girl and "accidentally" end up kissing her. Stop going to Zorinsky Lake with these girls for crying out loud! (That's where all his "accidental" kisses seem to occur.) Recently Bryan went to NYC with his church on a mission trip, and he took the last step to become a true Christian. All sorts of congratulations for you there. But what really gets me, folks, is that he keeps telling me about how he's going to start concentrating on his beliefs and stop acting like a GOD DAMN JACKASS. Like staying out of trouble and stuff. Well you're wrong there. He just thinks he's saved. But true Christians would recognize when they're totally acting out of line and hurting others. They'd try to make amends for anything they've done. Recognize this, Bryan: You think you're my friend? If we're such good friends, why do you always make me feel like shit? Why do you just blow off whatever I have to say? I tell you something that's serious and important to me, and you just change the subject so I can make you feel better about your own damn problems. I like being able to help you feel better, but what about me? Where's my turn? Sure, I have a lot of fun with you sometimes. But there's a lot of times you make me sad. Just plain SAD for myself. I hope you're reading this. I'd like to try and pursue and decent friendship with you. One where both of us comes out happy in the end. But that's going to mean some changes. Like actually listen to what I have to say. Acknowledge it. Comment on it even! So I know that you at least heard me. Even after this rant, I can't help but have a little crush on you. But I doubt I'll ever get what I want. So why can't you just be a good friend to me? Make a decision already. You guys that are reading this might think, "Well, did you ever ask him how he feels about you?" Of course I did! His response is always the same. "I dunno." Gee, that makes me feel better. I'm racking my brain trying to decide how to tell you how I feel, and you respond with "I dunno"....every fucking time. What the hell am I supposed to do with that? So I ask this, Bryan. Decide what you want. Do you still have feelings for me? Are you going to act on them? (Haha, probably not after this rant with my luck.) Do you just want to be friends? Or do you never want to talk to me again? I'd love for you to choose anything but the last one. But I really need an answer. Not just "I don't know." That one's not acceptable. You can't expect me to wait in limbo until you finally decide what you want. So take some time and think. Think about the arguments we've had. Think about all the romantic moments we've had. Think about all the jokes we've made. Think about how you really feel about me, and let me know. It's the only way to ease my mind.
11:44:43 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
SHOUT OUT
Did anyone think I was out of line?
Posted By: Lisa 7/19/2002 12:41:00 PM
I don't think you were out of line.
Posted By: ds 7/19/2002 11:07:00 PM
I went to the Lucky Boys Confusion concert last night. It was truly an awesome show. I met the band and got my cd signed. I met some of the local bands, too, like AnchandO and 8th Wave. Today at work was weird as I was finding out that all these different guys at work like me. Totally strange. Is there anything going on July 24th? My schedule says I requested the day off, but I can't recall why. So if anyone knows, please post a shout out. There's not much news tonight. Perhaps there'll be more after the pool party. Swim ya later <3
8:24:45 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
7.23.2002
Does anyone else think Sesame Street is fucked up? Granted, I haven't seen it for years; but this just takes the cake. A new muppet character has been added. This new character is a supposed adolescent crack addict. And they plan on adding an abusive alcoholic father. What kind of show is this turning into? What ever happend to innocent Big Bird and Snuffleupugus? Or the muppet-aliens who kept saying "yip yip yip yip yip yip" all day long? I wouldn't want some little kid to watch it now, and learn how to snort crack. That's sick.
I'm excited for the canoe trip this weekend. Three days getting burned by the sun, eaten by bugs, and falling into the river. Great fun.
My birthday is on Monday! Whoo!!
4:03:55 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
7.24.2002
I had a nightmare about my mom last night. It was like she had to die and leave us all over again. It seemed so real. I woke up feeling scared and angry. Somebody called our house today asking if my mom was home. No, she's deceased. My own doctor came up to me at work the other day. "So, how's your mom doing?" I was quite used to this question after hearing it for over a year from my regular customers. I just looked at him with disbelief. "Are you kidding me?" I thought. He immediately remembered. It's just so weird to think about. We're trying hard to lead normal lives at home. Trying to take over the grocery shopping and laundry and all the other stuff moms do. I don't like to think about it.
4:10:44 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
7.29.2002
And another year goes by...
I'm back from the canoe trip. I got sunburned beyond belief, cut up and scraped, overworked all my muscles, attacked by gnats, and deprived of sleep. It was a blast! I made a lot of new friends. There's not a whole lot to tell. We camped, we canoed, we tubed, we s'mored... It was just a great weekend.
Today is my 17th birthday. I feel so young saying I'm only turning 17. I've always felt that I was older than I really am. My brother took me out to lunch, and tonight is my birthday party. I kinda just told random people to show up. Free pizza and X-Box were the incentives. I'd have a good time even if only one person showed up. And with that, Happy Birthday Lisa!
2:11:56 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
7.30.2002
The fun comes to an end
I woke up to find this note slipped under my door: "I can't believe I have to wear earplugs to sleep in my own house. That was very inconsiderate. I thought I raised you better. Thanks." And now I'm receiving the silent treatment from my dad. My party was not terribly unruly. When it grew late, I asked my guests to keep it down. I don't ever have parties. I rarely even have friends over to my house. Why can't he be understanding? It was the first party I've had in many, many years. It was my birthday for crying out loud. Yet he thinks I should feel bad for celebrating. I apologized for the noise. I tried to keep it reasonably quiet throughout the night. I wish he'd stop acting like a jerk. He's one of the few people who can make me cry without saying a word. I hate the look of disappointment.
6:38:17 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
Hold On Tight...The Mamba is About to Strike!
I'm sure everyone has been in this situation. You've got it bad for some guy (or girl if that's the case), and you help them out with their own boy/girl problems. *sigh* Sure, you really want to help them to feel better and make things happy for them, but at the same time you want things for yourself to be all good and happy. Along with advice (which hopefully works), all I could offer up was "I know how it feels, believe me."
I went to World's of Fun yesterday. I thought my sunburn could use a little touching up. It looks much worse than it feels. As much as I love riding on thrill rides all day long, I totally hate that sinking feeling you get when you go to close your eyes at night. You feel like you're in a super-elevator that makes you feel ten times as heavy and that you'll sink into your matress and hit the floor. I was so tired just on the drive home from Bryan's, I'm suprised I didn't get in a car wreck. It sucks being extremely tired but not being able to even close your eyes because you might fall through the bed! I didn't see any mullets this summer (mostly because we were in Missouri, not Iowa). I did however notice how nasty it is to see couple waling around all over each other. This is a family-oriented amusement park. I do not need to see you walking around half-naked with your hands on each other's asses and making out two feet in front of me. It's bad enough just trying to ignore your body odor. Creeps. But don't get me wrong. I had a great time yesterday. I just regret that I didn't get to ride the Monsoon this time.
Nate decided to start his own blog. I figured that since he gave props to me, I should link his site. Though he has some grammatical errors, he's a pretty cool guy. Check it out some day.
9:58:56 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
7.4.2002
How cool is this? I went to the dentist for a routine check-up, and she offered me a job. This is perfect as I am in the process of looking for a new one. Baker's is really starting to get on my nerves. Today is the 4th of July and I have to work 12 - 8:30pm. Not only is that too long for a hot, sticky holiday, but it is the shittiest shift. Right when everyone feels the need to go out and buy their BBQ necessities, as well as last minute beer-runs. The term "job" has taken all of the fun out of the holidays for me. You're probably thinking "No worries, you get pay and a half." Nope, sorry. Corporate bullshit: the big guys up top are stingy and only give us pay and a quarter. What the hell is up with that?! Oh well. Hopefully I won't be workin there too much longer. I saw Mr. Deeds the other night with some friends who already graduated. We went to a party afterwards, and of course one of them had to mention that I was still in high school. Gee, thanks. Totally uncool. I hate being young for my grade as I am a whole two years younger than them. Luckily my birthday is coming up. (July 29 - Don't forget.) I'd love to tell you about some other things i've been up to, but my little brother reads this, and I'd rather it didn't get back to el padre. I hope you all have a Happy Fourth, and be sure to stay safe. This drought/heat wave and fireworks probably wouldn't make the best combo. Who cares? We're lighting them off anyway. Happy spark trails!
10:19:58 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
7.5.2002
I wish my boss would schedule me for the morning shifts at work. It would allow tme to get up early, go to work, and still have the rest of the day to actually do stuff. Instead I have to work dog hours, which prohibits me from accomplishing any chores that need to be done. I need to get a textbook by Monday, and the only place I can get it is open only during the times at which I have to work. Isn't it funny how life works out that way?
My dad has been punishing me (and saving me) by not allowing me to spend any money from my account. I'm slowly crawling out of debt only to turn around and spend the savings on bills. Being a teenager is hard sometimes. You're worked harder than any other time in your life. Not only do you go to school full time, but you have a job and pay for almost everything you do or own. It's silly how they place more adult-like responsibilities on you, but you still can't even legally see an R-rated movie! I'm sure I can get in a lot more trouble out on the streets with my friends than in some theater watching Jerry Maguire.
Summer is supposed to be a relaxing interim in which I can loaf about doing whatever I please. I haven't the time or the money to do anything I'd like anymore. When I'm not asleep, I'm slaving away at Baker's. (Slaving is a most appropriate term, no doubt.) No worries though. I'm a pretty content teen. Even happy at times. I may rant a lot on my blog, but it appeases my mind and allows me to be more passive in person. Don't you wish you knew what I was like face-to-face? Yes, I'm sure.
12:15:09 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
A Famous Father
I found the oddest file on my C drive tonight. I was sorting through it to delete old files that were taking up space and I found a short essay titled "A Famous Father." I have no idea who wrote it, but I think it may have been me. I don't know when it was written, or the motive for it either. Was it an assignment? Was it just something I decided to write out of the blue? I am completely lost. Here it is:
A great man died today. He wasn’t a leader or a famous doctor or a war hero or a sports figure. He was no business tycoon, and you will never see his name in the financial pages. But he was one of the greatest men who ever lived. He was my father.
I guess you might say he was a person who was never interested in getting credit or receiving honors. He did corny things like pay his bills on time, go to church on Sunday and serve as an officer in the P.T.A. He helped his kids with their homework and drove his wife to do the grocery shopping on Thursday nights. He got a great kick out of hauling his teenagers and their friends to and from football games.
Tonight is my first night without him. I don’t know what to do with myself. I am sorry now for the times I didn’t show him the proper respect. But I am grateful for a lot of other things.
I am thankful that God let me have my father for 15 years. And I am happy that I was able to let him know how much I loved him. That wonderful man died with a smile on his face and fulfillment in his heart. He knew that he was a great success as a husband, a father, a brother, a son and a friend. I wonder how many millionaires can say that.
10:45:24 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
7.9.2002
I'm being bugged to update my blog. I'm supposed to divulge everything I did today. To start off, I got clean with a shower. After talking to Andrew (my UNL pal) for awhile, I went on a road trip with Tyff and Kayleen. We went all the way to Carson, IA....the big time! I drove around for four hours straight and used up an entire tank of gas. Boy my ass hurt after that. After picking up Kyle in BFE (Butt-fucking Egypt), I had to take him all the way back to Millard (West O). He's the rudest, funniest person I've ever met. He made me laugh so hard...I choked, I cried, yet I maintained control of my vehicle. As I was dropping him off, my dork of a brother called to tell me he locked himself out of the house. What a spaz! I told him a million times to carry a house key. So I took Tyff and Kay home, drove my brother to his swim practice (which is also far away...more poor gas tank), and went home to relax for what seemed like a very short hour. I headed off to Maggie's birthday party. Happy Birthday Lola!!! We had ice cream, saw Men in Black II, and saw Katie's new house. We took pictures of strangers and of ourselves trespassing on private property. Jacq and I went to Village Inn, and I told her my biggest secret ever. No one else in the world knows about it. I'm sure Bryan will be very jealous as he was trying to get me to divulge it the other day. Sorry bud. That was my day in a nutshell. I apologize for the simple sentences and choppy ideas, but it's late and I'm anxious to get to bed. One last shout out to Seth: Happy Belated Birthday!!! I'm sorry I wasn't there to celebrate with you. Goodnight all <3
1:00:23 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
I'm part of the safety team at work. In the first aid kit little latex thingamabobs can be found. One is supposed to put these over finger cuts and such when handling food. It's like cutting off the finger of a latex glove and wearing that. It's so funny though. They come rolled up and look like miniature condoms. I guess it's a funnier sight when you're playing with them and making finger pupperts and such. Here's a visual. Scroll down and click on "Fingercots." At least they're cheaper than Spencers (for those of you who may need them).
2:40:07 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
7.10.2002
Has there ever been one person who makes your heart race and your legs go weak with a simple hello? And no matter how long your conversations last, you can never get enough?
You know, sometimes life is just not fair. Lonliness is prominent right now, and distance is the thing I hate most.
8:41:59 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
7.11.2002
New Stuff
I did another sketch today. I haven't done any quality drawings for quite some time. I wish I had a scanner so I could share them with you. I start my new job tonight at the dentist's office. It's not an exciting job, but I love being there. My dentist's office has the best interior decor...she has decent reading material and classical music playing. It's way better than any other medical office I've been to. I'm excited as I am leaving for Chicago tomorrow morning. It's just a mini-vacation for us. The main reason we're going is that my brother has a swim meet there. I visited Chicago last year, and I'm glad I have the chance to go again. I'm thinking that's the place to be when I go to college. See you all next week!
2:50:44 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
7.15.2002
Welcome Back, Kotter
I'm back!! Did you miss me? I know you did. No worries; I missed you, too. I had a great time in Chicago. I met a lot of swimmers from my brother's swim team as we spent two days watching them swim at the invitational. I became wistful, longing to be on a swim team again. Then I remembered how I hate indoor pools because they get so damn hot. I walked a number miles around the downtown area as well....in flip flops. It wasn't the smartest idea, but I got to see a lot of sights. It's an 8-hour drive each way, so my dad and I definitely got in some quality time together. Some of my weekend's attractions included poor grammar on road construction signs, the Sears Tower, Navy Pier, Joe's Crab Shack (whooo!!), Six Flags, and the long stretches of NOTHING in Iowa. We were in our suburban for 14 straight hours if you include the nasty night's sleep at the rest stop. I think I'm definitely going to go to college somewhere near Chicago. I have it narrowed down to about three, and one in Nebraska. If I had my way I would skip college and move straight out to Los Angeles. However, I think the education would do me good. I just woke up from another nap, so I feel like I'm in limbo right now. My friends get back from New York in about an hour, but I'm sure they'll all be too tired to even talk. One last thought before I go: I recommend a visit to the restaurant called Pompei near the UIC campus. Not only is their food good, it's the hot-boy breeding grounds of the Greater Chicago Area. We definitely need to get one in Omaha.
6:41:34 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
7.16.2002
Open Party Invitation
My birthday is on Monday, July 29. This is an open invitation to anyone who wants to come to my party that evening. There'll be all the regular party things like food and music and ME. We might go out and cause some public disturbances as well. It's really a play-it-by-ear kind of thing. I promise a good time.
Apologies for not having it the weekend of the 27th, but I'll be out of town on a canoe trip.
Anyone who'd like to come, please RSVP.
RSVP or questions, Contact:
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Everyone is welcome! So that means bring every single person you know. :)
11:27:45 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
7.19.2002
So What Is It Going To Be?
I hardly ever rant directly to one person. I hardly ever name names. But this is a last resort. I think it's the only way I can get you to listen to me.
I'm upset with you, Bryan. You string me along, and you don't treat me like a friend should. See guys, I like Bryan. He knows I do. I never wanted to break up in the first place, but I didn't really have any control over it since he was the one who broke up with me. I've told him time and time again how I feel. What does he do? He puts it aside and barely even acknowledges my feelings. I had to hear over and over about how he dumped me for Gina. It hurt. But who was there for him when she was a bitch and pushed him back into depression mode? Me. Who blew off her friends to go halfway across town to listen to him, no matter how much it hurts to hear about her? Me. Throughout all of this, he sort of led me on...still kissed me and everything. I loved it. But did he really still love me? Highly doubtful. So we're just friends, right? I still have feelings for you, Bryan. Even though you talk shit about all of my friends. Even though time and time again you convince me to blow them off for you. Even though you rub it in my face every time you meet a new girl and "accidentally" end up kissing her. Stop going to Zorinsky Lake with these girls for crying out loud! (That's where all his "accidental" kisses seem to occur.) Recently Bryan went to NYC with his church on a mission trip, and he took the last step to become a true Christian. All sorts of congratulations for you there. But what really gets me, folks, is that he keeps telling me about how he's going to start concentrating on his beliefs and stop acting like a GOD DAMN JACKASS. Like staying out of trouble and stuff. Well you're wrong there. He just thinks he's saved. But true Christians would recognize when they're totally acting out of line and hurting others. They'd try to make amends for anything they've done. Recognize this, Bryan: You think you're my friend? If we're such good friends, why do you always make me feel like shit? Why do you just blow off whatever I have to say? I tell you something that's serious and important to me, and you just change the subject so I can make you feel better about your own damn problems. I like being able to help you feel better, but what about me? Where's my turn? Sure, I have a lot of fun with you sometimes. But there's a lot of times you make me sad. Just plain SAD for myself. I hope you're reading this. I'd like to try and pursue and decent friendship with you. One where both of us comes out happy in the end. But that's going to mean some changes. Like actually listen to what I have to say. Acknowledge it. Comment on it even! So I know that you at least heard me. Even after this rant, I can't help but have a little crush on you. But I doubt I'll ever get what I want. So why can't you just be a good friend to me? Make a decision already. You guys that are reading this might think, "Well, did you ever ask him how he feels about you?" Of course I did! His response is always the same. "I dunno." Gee, that makes me feel better. I'm racking my brain trying to decide how to tell you how I feel, and you respond with "I dunno"....every fucking time. What the hell am I supposed to do with that? So I ask this, Bryan. Decide what you want. Do you still have feelings for me? Are you going to act on them? (Haha, probably not after this rant with my luck.) Do you just want to be friends? Or do you never want to talk to me again? I'd love for you to choose anything but the last one. But I really need an answer. Not just "I don't know." That one's not acceptable. You can't expect me to wait in limbo until you finally decide what you want. So take some time and think. Think about the arguments we've had. Think about all the romantic moments we've had. Think about all the jokes we've made. Think about how you really feel about me, and let me know. It's the only way to ease my mind.
11:44:43 AM | Lisa Bloomingdale
SHOUT OUT
Did anyone think I was out of line?
Posted By: Lisa 7/19/2002 12:41:00 PM
I don't think you were out of line.
Posted By: ds 7/19/2002 11:07:00 PM
I went to the Lucky Boys Confusion concert last night. It was truly an awesome show. I met the band and got my cd signed. I met some of the local bands, too, like AnchandO and 8th Wave. Today at work was weird as I was finding out that all these different guys at work like me. Totally strange. Is there anything going on July 24th? My schedule says I requested the day off, but I can't recall why. So if anyone knows, please post a shout out. There's not much news tonight. Perhaps there'll be more after the pool party. Swim ya later <3
8:24:45 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
7.23.2002
Does anyone else think Sesame Street is fucked up? Granted, I haven't seen it for years; but this just takes the cake. A new muppet character has been added. This new character is a supposed adolescent crack addict. And they plan on adding an abusive alcoholic father. What kind of show is this turning into? What ever happend to innocent Big Bird and Snuffleupugus? Or the muppet-aliens who kept saying "yip yip yip yip yip yip" all day long? I wouldn't want some little kid to watch it now, and learn how to snort crack. That's sick.
I'm excited for the canoe trip this weekend. Three days getting burned by the sun, eaten by bugs, and falling into the river. Great fun.
My birthday is on Monday! Whoo!!
4:03:55 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
7.24.2002
I had a nightmare about my mom last night. It was like she had to die and leave us all over again. It seemed so real. I woke up feeling scared and angry. Somebody called our house today asking if my mom was home. No, she's deceased. My own doctor came up to me at work the other day. "So, how's your mom doing?" I was quite used to this question after hearing it for over a year from my regular customers. I just looked at him with disbelief. "Are you kidding me?" I thought. He immediately remembered. It's just so weird to think about. We're trying hard to lead normal lives at home. Trying to take over the grocery shopping and laundry and all the other stuff moms do. I don't like to think about it.
4:10:44 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
7.29.2002
And another year goes by...
I'm back from the canoe trip. I got sunburned beyond belief, cut up and scraped, overworked all my muscles, attacked by gnats, and deprived of sleep. It was a blast! I made a lot of new friends. There's not a whole lot to tell. We camped, we canoed, we tubed, we s'mored... It was just a great weekend.
Today is my 17th birthday. I feel so young saying I'm only turning 17. I've always felt that I was older than I really am. My brother took me out to lunch, and tonight is my birthday party. I kinda just told random people to show up. Free pizza and X-Box were the incentives. I'd have a good time even if only one person showed up. And with that, Happy Birthday Lisa!
2:11:56 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
7.30.2002
The fun comes to an end
I woke up to find this note slipped under my door: "I can't believe I have to wear earplugs to sleep in my own house. That was very inconsiderate. I thought I raised you better. Thanks." And now I'm receiving the silent treatment from my dad. My party was not terribly unruly. When it grew late, I asked my guests to keep it down. I don't ever have parties. I rarely even have friends over to my house. Why can't he be understanding? It was the first party I've had in many, many years. It was my birthday for crying out loud. Yet he thinks I should feel bad for celebrating. I apologized for the noise. I tried to keep it reasonably quiet throughout the night. I wish he'd stop acting like a jerk. He's one of the few people who can make me cry without saying a word. I hate the look of disappointment.
6:38:17 PM | Lisa Bloomingdale
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