FUCK YOU FUCK YOU fuck you fuck you fuck you FUCK YOU. (I always feel betrayed. Why do I expect loyalty? You think I'd have learned by now.)

My civ book says “A smattering of French, an eye for needlepoint, and some skill at the piano-these were the signs of status and gentility that rendered a young woman suitable for marriage.” Score! I’m suitable for marriage! According to the apple I had for lunch today my husband’s first name will begin with m. You know what that means. Misha ( Read more... )

I found this letter on my old laptop. In July 2002 when all the exchange students were preparing to leave Belgium many people wrote letters to their friends to read on the plane. This was mine to the Verviers Gang, the group of six exchangees living in Verviers. I realize this letter has absolutely no meaning except for those five other members ( Read more... )

As Spring Break draws to a close I once again cast away my chaps in favor of Chi-town. My plane leaves in eight hours, and I’m going out with a bang. I’m going to spend my last few hours on the plains eating citrus fruit, contemplating changing my major, and watching the first Daria movie. Then I shall give myself a congratulatory flossing and ( Read more... )

Yesterday I went to Sequoyah, Foyil, Bushyhead, Hisle, Howard, Chelsea, Alluwe, Winganon, Talala, and Oologah for absolutely no reason. I actually drove through Lake Oologah. Really. Go to mapquest and look up Winganon. Those kooky Army Engineers, there they go again damming up rivers and building roads through lakes ( Read more... )

When I turned one year old Grandma Jane (Mom’s mom, the third Lucinda) started writing a book. She told the stories of the Lucindas and the notable (i.e. embarrassing) things I did whenever I visited her while growing up. On my twelfth birthday she gave me the book. It is now my responsibility to chronicle the lives of the Lucindas, and perhaps ( Read more... )

My entire life I thought my family through the Lucindas came from Oklahoma and Illinois. I was wrong. The Lucindas are from... Ohio. Ohio. Dear God, my family came from Ohio. I had no idea. More to come after I reread my biography.

Raise your hand if you got a D in math!

*raises hand*

Not looking forward to telling Dad. Shit.

"Just because you have a panhandle doesn't mean you're better than us!"
--Nate on the Oklahoma vs. Ohio debate

I can see day breaking around the Rockefeller Chapel Tower. Why the hell am I still up?