Lindsay's Stories

Why am I so emotionally idiotic?

2008-10-10T22:38:52Z

I felt like I was thirteen again when I woke that morning. As if I had just sent my crush a note in science and now I was going to see him. It was ridiculous, and i really didnt know why i felt that way, but it was better than feeling desperate. I peeked sneakily outside my door, and saw him waiting at the elevator. I entertained the thought briefly that he was waiting for me, but i quickly shut that thought out of my mind. I attempted to walk casually outside my door into the hall, but I knew it came off as awkward. I pressed the “down” button and murmured
“Hey..”
“Hey, how are you, after last night I mean.”
“Good, better, thanks.”
“Good, you know you could…” He trailed off staring at the wall of the elevator.
“I could…what?” I asked immaturely.
“You know, come over, when its not 12 in the morning…”
“What are you asking Errrric?” I smiled, and held back my laugh.
“Your horrible.” He smiled, shrugged, and stepped off the elevator.
I’m an idiot.

The part with the little league

2008-10-10T00:15:13Z

Eric started to walk out of the kitchen, and it wasn’t until just then, that I realized how attractive he was. Honestly, I was shocked to see how beautiful his face was. I told him all about my failed college career, and soon to be my failed waitressing career. He nodded, and said “tough break” a lot until I finally felt I was OK enough to excuse my self for the night. We awkwardly hugged, and I left the apartment with a certain ease as if I had done it a million times.
“Good Night champ.” He encouragingly added before I closed my door.
“Night sport.” I sarcastically added. Lying in bed that night something started bothering me. It was in the way he said “champ”, like I was his nephew in Little League, or something. I tried to forget it, but I couldn’t, I mean honestly am I that unattractive that he treats me like a little boy. I really am asking a lot of him though, I felt myself beginning to blush in the dark going over everything I told him that night. He must really think I’m something…

His name

2008-10-05T21:00:50Z

“It’s the girl from across the hall.”
“The one in the elevator?”
“Yeah, sorry about that…”
“Why are you outside my door?”
“I need to talk, it’s cold out here, can I come in?” I didnt wait for an answer I barged my way into the room and was immediatley embraced by the warm heat.
“So what can I do for you?” He sarcastically gestured to the apartment, which was can I tell you, B-E-A-UTIFUL.
“You can tell me your name.” I sat down on the couch, and made my myself comfortable.
“Eric, and yours is….”
“Rory.”
“Nice name, and why did you come here again?”
“I needed to talk to some one, and that someone needs to be you.”
“Lucky, lucky me.” he shrugged and started the process of making coffee. “So start talking.”

His name

2008-10-05T21:00:49Z

His name

2008-10-05T20:59:52Z

crossing enemy lines

2008-10-05T20:59:09Z

I picked my pathetic self up off the scratched, worn, hardwood floor, and walked towards the door. I needed to talk to some one and since the swift departure of my boyfriend, I had only one option at 12 in the morning. I crossed the hall way silently, on my tippy toes, making sure to make no noise. I felt as if I was entering enemy territory, like I was risking my life by knocking on the door. I raised my hand to the door, took a deep breath, and tapped out “two bits” onto the door. I heard the lock click, and broke out into a cold sweat. He opened the door a crack and muttered a groggy,
“Who is it?”

Motion City Soundtrack- Everything is alright- lyris challenge

2008-05-30T20:04:08Z

She watched her next patient walk into the well furnished office and immediatley recalled his medications from her memory: slight OCD and various apprehensive meds.
“So how have you been lately George?”
“I’m sick of the things I do when I’m nervous: like cleaning the oven or checking my tires or counting the number of tiles in the ceiling. I want some more meds Doc!”
“Are you feeling fine?”
“Yes, I feel just fine. ”
“What would you like to discuss?”
“Nothing lets just drop it….”
” Give me a reason to end this discussion.” She looked intently at her patient.
“I dont want to waste your time.”
“You could never waste my time.”
” They all tell me its not that hard, to not get nervous, but…”
“One day you’ll be fine.”
” I dont believe what anyone tells me anymore.”
” It’ll be okay keep relying on this self medication.”
“I still do from time to time.”
“Good, hours up George, take care.

?yeah uhm what?

2008-02-20T00:53:32Z

The thing is I am a SUCKY waitress. I don’t pay attention, and I usually spill something on someone at LEAST once a night. So now I will have to apply myself, I mean I really need this job. I have nothing else going for me, I dropped out of college, live in a tiny apartment, go on a gradually decreasing number of dates, and have few friends. So now I am thinking about this as I scrub creamy blue cheese, out of the red rug in the restaurant. The manager touches the middle of my back as if to say “I saw that!”. So as I walk home at 11:00, I’m pretty sure I am out of a job. I forgot about the Mini-Muffin Man’s curfew and have to share an elevator with him on the way up. No girl today, cool.
“Hey.” he cooly says.
“Yeah, hey…” I mutter.
“So are you this rude to everyone?” he draws out the “one” a little too long.
“Just jerks.”
“Hmph, yeah you’re a peach lemme tell ya!” I walked into my apartment and closed the door. For some reason I slid down onto my floor and started crying. What is wrong with me?

Down sizing sucks.

2008-02-18T23:11:48Z

I stepped out of the elevator into the lobby that had tacky written all over it. The outside of the building didn’t exactly scream “best place to live” either. I walked the seven city blocks to the restaurant in the February weather. It was ten o’clock, we didn’t open for another two hours but the wait staff had a “meeting” to go to. I ripped off my cheap Old Navy coat and slung it on the back of a random chair, on my way to the kitchen. The restaurant is dimly lit and the walls are a deep red, all the tables are white linen with matching napkins. Its set up narrowly, two rows of booths then the middle with assorted shaped tables. The kitchen was large, and being cleaned by the dishwashers. In the back half the wait staff was standing around.
“Hey guys, what’s up?” The manager glanced up and I smiled a “I hate this job, but I really need it to pay the rent” type of grin.
“We have an announcement to make,” the 3 managers stood and addressed the entire kitchen, “the waitstaff will be downsized, 50 percent.”

Sighing Is Not Allowed

2008-02-18T22:52:45Z

I work as a waitress, not the best job, but it pays the bills. You may have seen movies about being a waitress, and the gross things we do to your food, and sorry to say, it’s all true. Some of the stuff doesn’t happen, but I have seen some pretty outrageous stuff done to food, and then all the bus boys gather up and the watch the poor guy eat it! I won’t do it, it would just generate some poor karma man. Anyway I walked into the guy next door, you know “The sender back of the Mini Muffins”, and I was feeling particulary ballsey, and asked
“So what was wrong with the mini muffins?”
“Oh those, I dont eat processed sugar.”
“Yeah. I don’t know if they make organic…” I stared at the elevators wall and sighed. It wasn’t an angry sigh, it was just a “try to do something nice for someone..” sigh.
“What was that?”
“What?” I asked ohhh so innocently.
“That sigh, that little pissy sigh?”
“Excuse me, are you the sigh police?”
“What ever lady.” he shook his head in disgust. Whats wrong with a sigh?

My Mini Muffins

2008-02-17T22:04:50Z

A man has just moved in next door. He brings home women night after night, and every morning when I go to work, I have to deal with the chick doing the awkward “Hey how are you!”. And they don’t do it because they genuinely want to know how I am, oh no, it’s just to make the long elevator ride to the lobby a little easier FOR THEM . As far as I am concerned, if you don’t care, don’t talk! The man is good looking, a cross between an Ambercrombie model and George Clooney. I got him a basket of mini-muffins. Who doesn’t love mini-muffins! That idiot sent them back with a note attached “Thanks, but no thanks!”. Can you believe my surprise when I arrive home expecting a note on my door expressing his thanks, and I get THAT ? So I of course I have come to the conclusion that I hate the guy. What is he trying for to conserve his girlish figure? So what ever now I know, not to waste my 19.99 on a basket of delectible minature pieces of happiness on any one but myself!

made to be commented and sequeled

2007-11-07T21:42:26Z

I didn’t really want to write this story. The one I had written under this title stunk so I just deleted it. Sorry.

regular? no way!

2007-11-07T21:20:01Z

I went into the small “kitchen”, if that is what you would like to call it. It was more like a closet. I hate living here, we lost our house when the police took Dad away. Something about how he stole money from his company. I dont know my Mom doesn’t tell me anything. I peaked inside at the refrigerator. I made sure there was always food for me in the house, my Mom would always “forget” to go food shopping. She was too busy walking the streets or whatever the boys in school call it. Dont get me wrong I love her and all, but of all occupations she picks that one!
“Hey Mom, you gonna be home for dinner tonight?”
“Sorry sweets no, I have to visit…an old friend. Make yourself a sandwich. Alright well see ya sweets I might have to stay the night there so don’t forget to lock up!”
“Yeah, yeah I know, bye!” She was never home for dinner. I have no clue why I keep hoping that one night i will come home to a dinner, like a regular son with a regular Mom in a plain house.

And the story continues

2007-09-12T23:26:04Z

“Sam your being silly were hallucinating there is no Bright Light!”
“I’m serious man thier here and their not only appearing to us man!”
“Your a burn out and a drunk and we need to get you into rehab sooner rather than later.”
“I am your right, but i swear….(he swayed back in forth obviously heavly intoxicated) thier here and they want us dude no one else they want us to disect and then thier coming for like….uhm what was i saying to you dude i just tottally blanked!”
“Ugh. Listen there are no aliens were gonna get you into a hospital tomorrow in the mean time go back to sleep.”
That night he wondered is Sam was right and then he pushed that thought away from his mind, the cold and close miss with the train put him into shock. He is fine and aliens dont exist. That night he slept on and off and Sam woke him up crying at 7 in the morning.
“Dude! Im so sorry i’m totally messed up! I love you man!”
He hugged his brother back and sat frozen for a few minutes. Then they heard a door close…

The fisherman speaks.

2007-09-09T18:30:41Z

I shook my head thinking I was seeing things, but no the fisherman was in the water rubber overalls and all. I looked at him and yelled “Are you okay in there?” He replied with a simple smile and head nod. I slowly backed away and I saw him swim to shore. “The waters fantastic this time of year you should really take a dip!” he said smiling as if it was common place to take a “dip” in the middle of December. “No thanks!” i replied trying to sound as normal as possible. Hey, if this guy is nuts i dont want to set him off, right? I looked around and it was as if time had stopped the cars on the street were frozen while they were driving. It was quiet really quiet, and the fisherman was on the dock toweling himself off showing no sign of the cold. I really need to get home i thought i was going, well, a bit nuts. He smiled and screamed “You’re not crazy you know, time really is stopped!”....