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I'm going to the Capitol early tomorrow to pay my respects. If anyone's interested in joining me, let me know. :)

So, did you have a crush on me too?

The request that I posted on MySpace earlier today was simple enough...

The year is coming to an end...so as a COMMENT on my page, leave one memory that u and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember! DON'T SEND A MESSAGE, LEAVE A COMMENT. Next re-post this bulletin and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty cool (and fun) to see the responses. Re-post as "memories of us".

The funny thing is that apparently today is, "Let Lindsay know about your long-lost crush from fifteen years ago" day 2006. I know, I should be totally flattered, and frankly I am, but I think it's funny that the first two people to respond to my request for 2006 memories decided to use their few lines to tell me all about these crushes that they had on me when we were kids.

In response to them I say:

E - I knew. It wasn't a secret crush because a) even Aaron knew and he wasn't that bright and b) you were pretty damn obvious about the whole thing. I'm stoked that you're finally admitting now, I only wish you had done it about six or seven years ago. :( Then again, we weren't talking six or seven years ago so I probably wouldn't have gotten the message.

N - Um, who are you exactly? Best I can tell, you were a freshman when I was a senior, but if that was the case, then you're not who I thought you were (which is a tad disappointing because I thought that guy hated my guts and it would be wonderful to find out that he was actually doing the whole "hating because I care" thing after all this time). Anyway, wanna give me a hint here? Thanks!

Since the ego needs a little stroking (interesting weekend), if YOU had/have a crush on me that you'd like to share, feel free. If you're somewhat local, who knows where it'll get you. ;p

Today

So, an hour ago I had plans for the day. Not firm of course, but I was going to run some errands, hit Ikea, and maybe take in a chick flick that I've been dying to see.

Then, I decided that maybe I don't want to do that after all. There's no particular reason, but nothing sounds so good to me at this moment than hopping back into my PJs, ordering some sushi, and watching Pride and Prejudice, the four hour, Colin Firth (in all his Colin Firthyness) version.

I went out last night, I'm going out tomorrow, and while I may still see the movie I'm not going to make a decision about that until much later on.

So, if anyone needs me, I'll be home watching the lake scene over and over and yelling at Charlotte Lucas for accepting Mr. Collins and at Lizzie Bennett for not realizing that when a man who you think hates you says that he loves you in spite of himself, he probably means it.

Happy Holidays

I promise, the long year-end letter is coming soon, but I left my drafts at the office and I'm so not going back there until New Years. In the meantime, I just wanted to wish everyone Happy Holidays and a fabulous New Years!!

~ Linds

Drink of the Day

Just in case you were completely stumped as to what to order at the bar tonight, I thought I'd offer up this suggestion. No, I'm not going to share the name of this delectable concoction, but if you think about what day it is today, it shouldn't take too long to figure it out.

• 1 part Creme de Bananes (banana liqueur)
• 1 part Mandarine NapolÈon (mandarine liqueur)
• 1 part Kahl™a (coffe liqueur)
• Shake with ice in a cocktail shaker.
• Strain into a shot glass.
• Top with light cream and decorate with a maraschino cherry.

Strangely enough, I distinctly remember watching this on the UPB TVs, so that must've meant that winter finals week was MUCH later than I remember it being in 1998.

In case I haven't said it enough lately, I miss the Bartlet Administration.

The Soundtrack of my life.

I stole this from my cousin's MySpace bulletins. Since I'm still baking cookies, I've got some time.

If your life were a movie, what would the soundtrack be?

So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that plays
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool...


[OPENING CREDITS]: God Only Knows - The Beach Boys

[WAKING UP]: Bigger than My Body - John Mayer (Is this going to be one of those teen movies??)

[FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL]: Last Day of My Life - Phil Vassar (um, ok)

[FALLING IN LOVE]: Everyday - Toby Lightman

[FIGHT SONG]: Book of Days - Enya (fantastic - my big fight scene is clearly happening in The Lord of the Rings)

[BREAKING UP]: Me Against the Music - Britney Spears & Madonna (it's for the gym, ok!)

[PROM]: Ombra - Le Circque Dralion (it was an existential prom...)

[LIFE]: Young - Kenny Chesney (awww yeah)

[MENTAL BREAKDOWN]: This Will Be - Natalie Cole (yes, when I have my mental breakdown I want to be in the middle of If these Walls Could Talk 35).

[DRIVING]: Rid Wit Me - Nelly (I am not making this up)

[FLASHBACK]: The Jackal - Ronny Jordan (If you haven't seen CJ do The Jackal, then you haven't seen Shakespeare the way it's meant to be done.)

[WEDDING]: Today I met the Boy I'm Gonna Marry - Darlene Love (still not making this up! Though I would hope that I'd have met him before that day)

[BIRTH OF CHILD]: It wasn't his child - Trisha Yearwood (honey, we need to talk....)

[FINAL BATTLE]: Walkaway - Geri Halliwell

[DEATH SCENE]: High Enough - Damn Yankees (yep, I got nothing)

[FUNERAL SONG]: She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy - Kenny Chesney (I'll take things that don't make sense for $100, Alex)

[END CREDITS]: Who Loves You - Jersey Boys

One more thing for the resume

Mom, Dad, I know you always said you'd be proud of me for whatever I do, but I know that the honor I'm about to tell you about is something that I doubt you'd ever dreamed of for your little girl.

No, I didn't win Miss America (though I hear the Miss USA crown could be up for grabs in a few days), and I didn't discover the cure for cancer. This, trust me, is much, much bigger.

I am Time Magazine's Person of the Year.

To be fair, I should admit that I'm sharing the honor with about 50 million of my closest friends (and, really, they are...my MySpace profile says so), but it's still an honor to be considered above false presidents, great women, and the various and sundry despots (Pinochet, Hussein, Hastert, Foley) who could have been considered front-runners for the honor that you have raised me to believe is a benchmark for the success or failure of a particular year. The people who have come before me have included the greatest aviator of all time, the Duchess of Windsor, both of you (mom twice), presidents, popes, queens, dictators, and Bono. No, not Bozo the Clown, Bono the hot Irish rocker. Yummy....

I guess, if we're being honest here, the distinction of being named POTY bothers me a bit. The fact of the matter is that the honor wasn't given to all of us for doing anything more than sharing. Whether it's our blogs, our MySpace profiles, or a crazy video we put together for YouTube, all we did this year was observe the world around us and share our observations. Sure, together we may have taken down Senatorial Candidates and exposed Congressmen for the pervs they were, but we also dished about our dates, outlined our quests for girlfriends by the end of the year, came up with funny anagrams that ensured that you'll need the Rosetta Stone to talk to your eventual grandchildren, spoofed those PSAs that were supposed to teach us valuable lessons, and gave new soundtracks to childhood classics. Sure, we were creative, but I think you'll agree that we all could have done without someone hand-farting the Star Spangled Banner and Lindsay Lohan telling us all to "Be Adequite."

Something tells me that this wasn't quite what Al Gore had in mind.

So, while I'm accepting this honor under a bit of duress, I am, nevertheless, accepting the honor bestowed upon me and the rest of the "Web 2.0 generation." This is purely in the hopes that this will be the beginning of something beautiful and that the validation that we, the bloggers, the YouTubers, the Facebookers, the MySpacers, and yes even the drunkards from Late Night Shots have received from the main stream media will cause us to abandon our plans to produce yet another Brokeback Mountain parody and possibly use our influence for something good, like bringing another POW home.

A girl can dream, right? In the meantime, let me tell you about my latest date.