Friday, July 30, 2010

A Butterfly in a Lemon

I have a lot of things on my mind these days. I've always been a worrier, and I have these little spurts, usually late at night, when I hear a particular song or see something on TV (i.e. tonights viewage of choice - Forrest Gump). And when times is hard, I tend to make lists.

  1. My dear, dear friends Eddie and Tyler are going to be in New York starting Sunday night, making it the closest, distance-wise, I will have been to these guys in six months. It's around a three or four-hour bus ride up to NYC, and a roundtrip ticket doesn't cost an unbelievable amount. I can't describe how much I would love to see my friends, but I wish someone else would, for once, take over the reins and deal with logistics. The wholeconcept can only be described as thrilling. I think I would have the best few days of my life. But I can't help but worry about the spontaneity of such an amazing idea.

  2. I went to what's called Preview Day at American University here in DC today. It's one of the schools on my list. I'm not going to ramble about AU, but I will say that whenever the college topic comes back up, it just brings back this whole new wave of concerns. Money, what I want to do with my life, where I want to be located, what I want to study - I've always thought of myself as a decisive person, capable of making decisions, but this process always flips that on its head and makes me doubt myself. There are so many things to think of that sometimes my head just hurts and I get so sick of it all and all I want to do is cry.

  3. And as always, there are man issues. For the sake of some of my readers, I won't get into the details, but we've all been in relationships and we've all had the same drama and emotions and we all know how that can affect a person. It's hard, and it's tiring, and it just adds to the other shit we have to deal with.

I think that's all I have for now.

If anyone out there has any suggestions to get rid of the butterflies and the shaky hands and the knitted eyebrows, I will be so grateful to hear them.

Sorry the Little Lemon doesn't sound quite so Happyy.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

And Today I Scraped My Knee

So far, my tour of the capital isn't going FABULOUSLY. After my exciting experience on Saturday, I topped it off by sticking my heel in a hole in the street and toppling over. Not, however, before I grabbed my dad's ass, the nearest thing within reach, for support on the way down, and thoroughly freaked him and his girlfriend out.

I also sweated my fucking ASS off today. Well, we all did, but if you know me, you know how much I want to murder the whole concept of being hot and you'll understand how that can ruin a day.

We went to see a play in the hip neighborhood of DC, called Dupont Circle,  home of all things indie/hipster/liberal and some of the best bookstores, restaurants, cafes, and little boutiques in town. The play was NUTTY and, as all plays do, made me miss acting.

We've also brought back up the topic of college and where in hellll I am going to go. I don't understand how other people decide things like this. I wish there was someone who would just decide all of this FOR me and then tell me to live with it.

A blog update: I plan on redesigning HLL once I get my computer back - so ignore its current state of ugliness.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

A Milestone

Ladies and Gentlemen, I would just like to announce that something wonderful has happened on Happy Little Lemon.

I officially have a total of 100 comments.

I know for some of those bigtime blogs out there, who get about 600 comments per post, this would seem awfully stupid. But HLL has always been a small operation and to know that there have been 100 times where people have felt connected enough to my writing to stop and comment on it, is to know that I must be doing SOMETHING right, and I cannot thank you enough.

In lieu of this exciting (for me) news, I would like to introduce my new system of CATEGORIZATION - I will now be filing posts under the location in which they were written. So far, we have Trinidad, Canada, DC, and Michigan, though hopefully, someday, there will be more.

This blog  has had its ups and downs. It has gone weeks, even months, without a single blog post. I've shut it down completely and then given it new life. I've tossed it aside and paid attention to other blogs.

But always, HLL was there for me, and she will continue to be for a very, very long time.

Love from the Happy Little Lemon herself.

Lemon Visits the Capital

And she is LOVING IT.

I have always loved DC. It's the bomb. If I could end up anywhere in the world, it'd be a weird version of DC where it never went above 70 degrees Fahrenheit.

I spent just under a year living here when I was in 2nd grade - it technically wasn't DC at al, it was a town called Arlington, and it's in Virginia, but it's almost literally a stone's throw from DC.

I usually come here 2 or 3 times a year - it's where my dad lives, and the State Department is here, aka the mothership for all foreign service families. Plus, my top two choices for colleges are in DC, so, yeah, I know the city, it's my place, I belong here.

I'm here for 2 or 3 weeks this time, and there is lots to do on the schedule.

Today, we went on a Segway tour of DC. Let me say that again for emphasis. A SEGWAY tour of DC. Do you know what a Segway is? No? Here:

Yeah. I can't even describe the concept--it was wicked. It was cool. It was bitchin'. And if Segways didn't cost $5000 (yeah, five thousand dollars. I'm not kidding) and were more than kinda a pointless toy, I'd be all OVER that shit.

So, we hurried (we thought we were late) down to McPherson Square (an area/Metro stop in DC - by the way, Metro = the subway. That's what it's called here. If you live here, or have visited here, it's, like, impossible to NOT take the Metro somewhere). There was some initial freakout over whether or not we could wear flip flops on the Segways, but it turned out to be fine.

The reason I wanted to wear flip flops so badly was because a) the only tennis shoes I have are high tops and I can only wear jeans with those because they look stupid with shorts and IN CONJUCTION WITH a), is b), which is that it was a MILLION FUCKING DEGREES and only a NUTJOB would even CONSIDER wearing jeans in this heat. I declared myself NOT a nutjob and wore shorts and flip flops and it was all good. But turns out, I was a nutjob. We were all nutjobs. Because we made one very, very crucial mistake today.

We went outside.

Screw the heat advisory! we said. That's for WIMPS! We're gonna cruise around town on our sexy Segways and be OH-SO-FLY and anyways, it can't be THAT hot.

Turns out, it was that hot.

I don't know if it was because the Segways move in a hella-weird way, I don't know if it was my attempt at taking pictures while ON a Segway, I don't know if it was because I was on my period, and I don't know if it was because, like I said, it was a hot as a BITCH out there, but for some reason, as we pulled up on the stairs of the Capitol building, looked down towards the Washington Monument and, beyond that, the Lincoln Memorial, I was overcome by a wave of nausea.

Remembering what the nice (cute) guys in the Segway store had told us about getting off the things, I grabbed the handlebar of the Segway with my left hand and stepped onto the ground, my vision swirling and seeing spots. Yanking the earbuds the tourguide gave us so we could hear his commentary out of my ears, I ripped off my (very stylish) helmet and (sexy as hell) sunglasses, I mumbled something to my dad, shoved the segway at the tourguide, and took a seat on the steps of the capital. It's so hot, was all I was thinking. Sweat dripped down my forehead. My hands shook. I was fine, I told myself. It's just hot. A few sips of water, I sucked it up and stood up. Dammit, I was going to FINISH this tour if it was the last thing I did. I made my way back to my Segway, asked for my gear back from my dad, and I was about to put it on, felt another, far worse wave rush to my head.

My dad grabbed my arm. All I could see was white. It looked to be about ten feet to the steps. It was fewer. I felt the top step with my foot and sank to my ass. Head between my knees, I took deep breaths as my dad rubbed my back. Oh, god, I thought.

And then I puked on the steps of the Capitol building.

My dad told me later that puke actually came out of my nose. I vaguely recall that happening, but all I was thinking was, Pancakes. Why did I have so many pancakes? Look. My pancakes. They're on the ground. Ground pancakes.

When it was all over, the first thing I felt was cold on the back of my neck. A concerned security guard (they're all over DC, a common sight, especially around the governmental buildings) had come over with an icy bottle of water and plunked it there, after which he just stood around awkwardly, repeatedly asking me if I "needed medical assistance". I assured him I didn't, told my dad I always feel better after puking, and insisted that we continue the tour. My dad also told me later that cute Aaron, our tour guide, was frantically gesturing "no" at him behind my back at this comment, but whatever.

My dad and I decided to get in a cab and go home, leaving Tony with Aaron to finish the tour and take the Segways back (Aaron turns out to be very skilled with the Segways and was able to drag my and my dad's back to the store. Not easy stuff). As we walked (very slowly) away from the Capitol, the security guard (R. Weatherbee, his nametag said. Yeah, I took notice of that. How could you not?) offered to help once more, but by this point I was just super embarrassed and wanted to leave. I was actually feeling fine - everyone feels better after throwing up. I mostly felt guilty - I had been wanting to do the Segways for a few years now, and they're not cheap, but it was just a bad combination of circumstances that led to my temporary demise.

As we left, I saw Weatherbee walking with some orange cones towards where I had *inaugurated* (my dad's joke, not mine), which was good, because for some reason these tourists (very California-y ones) were standing RIGHT NEXT TO ME WHILE I was puking and then didn't move afterwards. Which was weird, but, you know, everyone's family is different.

In the cab on the way home, the nice Sheik cab driver cranked the AC for us and I started to feel better, but for some reason, I couldn't stop sneezing. I must have sneezed twenty times in the fifteen minute cab ride. At one point, the cab driver (HUGE turban, long white beard) actually turned around in his seat and looked at me, horrified. He offered me a "napkin", which I accepted, and he turned around shaking his head. If you've seen Pirates of the Carribean 3 (which you better have), he reminded me a lot of one of the pirate lords - "And SO, we shall GO, to WAR!".

So, all's well that ends well. My dad and I got home and watched the end of the first Narnia movie, and Tony got home some time later. Tony was pretty horrified by the whole thing - I caught a glimpse of him as I was being led away from the scene of the crime, and he was wide-eyed and pale. When he got home, he complimented me on my choice of location for the big event - centered on the steps of the Capitol and therefore directly in line with the entire Washington National Mall.

Hey, if you have to toss your cookies in public, at least be symmetrical.

Thursday, July 15, 2010


Still in Michigan, still struggling to type on an iPad, still listening to Childish Gambino, still rapping along with Eminem, still being annoyed by my bangs, still eating nothing but mac and cheese and hot dogs, still daily killing zombies with plants, still watching cooking shows and VH1, still straightening my hair, still Facebooking, still not Tweeting, still hanging out with my cousin nonstop, still bonding with my brother, still poor, still hot, still sniffly, still tired, still sleeping, still trying to get over you, still waiting for you to update your blog, still waiting for you to email me back, still waiting to live with you, still missing you guys.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

The Adventures of the iPadw

Oh my god, I am writing this on an iPad. Fo serious. It's probably the weirdest the weirdest technology related thing vie ever done, so if there are whack typos, just know that its the weird typing thingy and not me. I sm s GOOD TYPer. Yesh. See, that was supposed to say "yeah", but I liked it as yesh so I just left it. I do like that it corrects as you go, like making i capitalized. Its hard, though, to do symbols. There's three screens, right, kinda, of keyboards. One is the main one with all the letters, what I'm looking at now (Oh my GOD it just took me like three tries to write the word "now"), then one with all the ymbosls. But if you know me, i looove parrentheses and capitals in my writing and those are pretty hard to vdo on this thing.

Oh my god. I am never getting sn iPad. Look whist it's doing to myr pretty writings!

Im always worried that when sasy bad stuff aboutr a device I'm using that somehow Steve Jobs will find out. If so, and you're reading this, Steveiee, i love your compstny, my ipdod is great, pelssr don't hsve my fsmily killed.

I kinda gave up on that last line. I am not drunk, I swear to god, but it IS late at night and this thing is REALLY hard to type on. But hey, I'm always lookin' fer a challenge.

The only reason that line looked good is because it took me like five minutes. Here, I'll rant about something without stopping to correct myself and you see if you can decipher it.

So, ina sr you didn't Knowles, I'm in michigsn noe with my mom fsmily. Actually, mostly when I'm here i hsng out eith my cousin, shayleighg, who's the closest cousin to my sge.she has a cousin who is between me and Tony, he'll s tually graduate the szme yrar ii do , so the four of us make quite the...quadruple. My mom leaves to go back to winnipeg tomorrow, so me and tony will be here zll bbt oursvlez for a while, after which we kgo to dc to chkle wtb my dad. It's all rvery compaelocstrf and eill rrcquire some epic storytelling whenigeg bz k.

God. That was annoying. My fingers just od not work on a flat surface. I have an especially hard time with my a and s.

That was fun.

Night ;)
(WOO! Successful smiley face!)

Friday, July 2, 2010

My Dear Friends…

I am leaving soon.
Tomorrow, we begin the EPIC journey to...


Yes. I could not be more psyched.I love America. I really do. And being in Canada only makes me love and crave it even more.

My point, friends, is that in America (that was a WEIRD movie, In America), I live with my grandma, who, of course, has no internet. So from now until July 22nd, I'll be pretty incomunicado. I'M GOING TO MISS YOU GUYS! Then, I get to DC (staying with my dad) and can blog until I can blog no more. Post-DC...I can't even talk about. Because my brain would explode with happiness.

One word: Trinidad.

Yes. God, countries are great.

See you then!

Thursday, July 1, 2010

I am a blogging MASTER…Mistress? MISTRESSS

Lol. Kay. So, here's the word - I have officially hyped everyone back into blogging. It's awesome. I'm awesome. I'm loving it.

I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE BLOG. I miss my people. I miss Tara and Ms. Chesler and Kaster and now that these people have started blogging, continue blogging, or are considering giving new life to their blogs, it's like I'm with them again and it's the best.

Now, if only EDWARD or JAMIE LEE would blog, maybe we'd be getting somewhere.

Blogging can be annoying, but it can also be pretty awesome.

We're gonna talk about blogs some more, so if you're bored, you can leave, but see, I don't know any blogging websites other than Wordpress and Blogspot/Blogger (they're the same thing. Yeah. They're fucking with us), but these two are verrryyy different from each other.

Wordpress is smart. Black and white and grey, it's sleek, it's all about the words (duh) and making SMART comments and having your blog read by SMART people and being SMART. As such, it's kinda hard to customize. You basically pick a theme (luckily, there are manyyy pretty awesome ones) and go with it. Not a lot of choice in terms of colors. The widget thing - which is how you decide what's in your Sidebar (over ---> there) is kinda badly organized, not my favorite, but it does its job. However, it is SUPER ANNOYING to post photos or to format anything. I'm not sure why.

Blogspot is the opposite. Blogspot is kind of the blog for the masses. It's so easy to customize, every single color and size and shape and font is yours to choose. It's easy to format and (especially) post pictures, and it doesn't have too many negatives, really. But it's less classy, I guess.

SO, yeah. That's all I've got for now.

I'm about to go take my *last* driving lesson. So. Maybe I'll post on that later. See how up in the air things are? It's great.