CALIFORNIA!!

So Im getting ready to go to California for the whole summer to sell Orkin pest control. Im pretty excited about it. Im going with three good friends of mine: Andrew Streeter, Korey Deese, and Andrew Petrash. We are roadtripping out there and stopping in St. Louis, Colorado, and Utah and finally off to Utah. Its going to be pretty exciting I think. Our apartment we are getting is SICK!! I cant wait to finally get out of here. Ill be like 3000 miles away from here. woo! anyways, not much more to be said on the subject. Just one more week to endure!

Things That Really Piss Me Off...

Ok. So lately I have just had a head filled to the brim with anger. I shouldnt even be this angry because there is so many good things going on right now, its just I can only focus on the negative ones. One of the main reasons I think why im so angry is because of my father. I love him and whatnot, but I just cant stand bein around the guy. He pisses me off more than anybody I know. First of all, he gives me (a 19 year old) a curfew of midnight. LAME! Im not saying curfews are a bad thing, its just that when I see everybody else in the YSA (Young Single Adults) who does or doesnt live with their parents, who get to stay out as late as they want to, its uber frustrating to me. So I was at my friend Laura Page's house the other night. We were all playing scategories and everybody kept getting angry with me and I couldnt figure out why. So after the game I got to talking to my buddy Christopher Ross about some stuff and I sort of lost track of the time. So me and my friend Korey Deese left and while we were on I40 on the way home, my dad calls me and is like "why arent you home?" and I was like "well im on my way now and ill be there in a few minutes" so he says "well when you get home, come and see me in my bedroom". And im thinking to myself "oh crap, here it comes". So then I start venting to korey about a whole list of things that make me mad. We finally got to my house. I called koreys phone so that he could listen in on the conversation that was about to take place in a matter of minutes. He leaves. I go upstairs and one of the first things my dad says to me is "if you miss curfew one more time, im going to take your phone away for a week!". That got me super pissed off. Then he proceeds to lecture me for a good 45 minutes while Im getting more and more furious by the second. Its a good thing I can control my temper around him so well or he would have got whats coming to him a long time ago. Im not typically a violent person but its getting to the point where I just want to smash his face in. I cant stand it anymore. Its stressing me out to the point of tears sometimes. I dont know what to do about it because he gives me shit ALL THE TIME about how I dont have a job and how I dont pay for things and that I live in his house for free and how he told me a year ago that I need to get another job and blah blah blah the list goes on. He lives in his own little world and doesnt have a clue. And hes always getting on me for just stupid stuff I dont even want to talk about right now. Hes always telling me how hes "trying to help me", yeah, BULL SHIT! NOT TRUE. If he wanted to help me, then he should go about it in a different way. Not get on me all the time about this and that. He wont even help me get a freakin car for cryin out loud. I think that hes still holding a grudge about what happened last summer. But its getting a little rediculous not being able to drive anywhere. I feel like such a moocher when im constantly calling people for rides to places. It frustrates me soooo much. And people are constantly joking about it, which usually I can handle, until I start really thinking about it and how much it blows not having my own transportation, because im pretty much at the mercy of everybody else. Enough about him because the list goes on and on and on and on. Something else that has bothering me is the fact that my best friend is now gone on his mission and hates my guts. Ive already explained in another post so, moving on. My other friend, Jordan Hilton, just recently left for his mission. I miss him as well. Izzy Pike just releft for his. Miss him too. Going back to the job thing for a minute, its depressing when you fill out SOOO MANY freakin applications and just get rejected all the time. I think most people feel sympathetic towards me, except for my father. He just gets on me for not having a job when he offers no real help to help me get one. Anyways, So yeah, job hunt is definately not going well and it sucks. MOVING ON. Another thing that has more recently been bothering me is the fact that im trying to be such a good friend to certain people (Paige knows who she is) and they just end up pissing me off ALL THE TIME. We have talked about how she doesnt ever have anything to do and whenever I call her to try to do something with her, it just ends up being a rejection phone call and I feel like its been happening a lot lately. It doesnt change the fact that I still love her, however, its still frustrating. I know for a fact that we have talked about how at SVU, she always felt like she was putting forth more effort into relationships with her friends and that they didnt really seem to care as much as she did. Thats exactly how I feel right now. It just seems a little bit hipocritical to me. And Paige, im sorry if this note seems a little harsh, but thats because im just furious with rage right now and obviously ive got a lot on my plate. We are definately still friends and I still love the crap out of you. :) I think that is enough for now....

High School Daze And The Summer Thereafter...

I HATED HIGH SCHOOL!!I dont know any other way to put it. I had really bad ADD. I could never concentrate on any main subjects. Math was definately the worst. Its not that I couldnt do it, its that I got so bored attempting to do it that it was frustrating to me. Its difficult to express my feelings towards that subject. Anyways, so English was ok. I never really had a hardcore english class anyways. I sortof goofed off in english a lot now that I think about it. History classes I actually sometimes enjoyed bc I like history. Nuff said there. Science I honestly dont know how I passed bc I NEVER paid any attention. (and all my teachers sucked at life so...). All the other classes I took were just extras and I enjoyed them a lot. One of the ones I really enjoyed was called Scientific Visualization and Animation I and II. Those classes were amazing bc I got to animate objects and make scenes in 3D. AWESOME! Another class I actually liked was CET I and II (Computer Engineering Technology). It was such a chill class. So was NET I and II (Network Engineering Technology). My second year of NET was by far the best though because a few weeks into school, my teacher got hit by a car and was out for the rest of the year basically. So we had substitutes everyday. I didnt do a single assignment after that. And I still got an A+. :) Now onto the social aspect of things. I was the guy that knew my entire graduating class and for the most part, everyone knew me too. The only thing was that nobody ever talked to me outside of school. I blame this partly on my parents for not letting me get my license (which btw, I STILL DONT HAVE!) >:( So I never really had the oportunity to go and do anything after school ever. My sophmore year my dad gave me a job at Blue Moose Movies, which is a local video store he and a friend own. I hated that job so much even though it is probably the easiest job on the planet. So after I got this job, there wasnt any time for me to do anything with my "friends" anyways. Nobody called me to hang out anyways, so it wasnt a huge deal, but it still hurt to not be popular I guess you could say. So working was my way of escaping what we like to call "real life" even though half the time it wasnt really an escape at all. It finally came to a point in time where my parents were basically controlling my life and everything I did, even after I finally graduated from high school. My dad even controlled the hours I worked so I had NO say in anything I did. Hopefully you can see why this would be frustrating to me. So one summer monday night I was working and my good friend Preston was there keeping me company/helping me out around the store. My dad had told me the night before that I wasnt allowed to go to his house at all that week because he was PMSing about some gay sh--. Anyways, so preston was there helping me and we were about to leave before my dad pulled up to pick me up. Right as we were finishing things, my dad rolls into the parking lot and im thinking, oh crap. So he walks in and is like "you ready to go?" and i was like "um no not yet but ive got a ride so dont worry about it. ill be home later". well this did not sit well with him. he then turns to me and says, "umm, no. youre coming home with me now!" and as he was walking out the door I said "NO IM NOT!" and that got him into this really confused sortof are you talking back to me? look. he said "I dont think you want to do this right now" and I said "oh yes I think I do. dad, when are you going to stop controlling my life and everything I do? Im soo sick of all your stupid rules and regulations on my life." he then proceeded to say "whenever you move out of my house, you can do what you want, but in my house you follow my rules". I then said "well that can be arranged" and he said "so youre moving out?" I said "idk, maybe". he said again "so youre moving out?" and I said "you know, I think I am!" so he said "ok then. youve got a week to get all your crap out of my house and at the end of the week, you no longer have a job here". At this point I was so frustrated, excited, scared, and OH CRAP WHAT DID I JUST DO. So Preston runs in after my dad leaves and I tell him what just happened and he gets really excited bc this means that I'm moving in with him. So we go back to my house and grab as much crap as we could fit in his car, and we went to unload it at his house. And thus began the amazing 6 month adventure with preston....

I, Me, My

Hey everybody its Drewsky! Where to begin? Hmm... Well I guess it all started when I was born but we can skip the boring part and just cut to the chase. So my full name is Andrew Eric Lindsay Jr. Not the biggest fan of it but whatever. Anyways, I was born in Greensboro, NC in the amazing year of 1990.... Yeah Light! Anyways, so as far as my childhood goes, I suppose you could say it was a "normal" Mormon life growing up. You know, going to Primary and what not. Anywho, middle school was a living hell for me because I was this awkward little fat kid that smelled funny and didnt really know how to cope with a lot of things. I got over it pretty quick the help of my new high school friends who appreciated me for who I was. Personally, I think high school was a huge joke but you have to attend it in order to do anything with your life. Other than that, high school in general sucked. I hated all my teachers, nobody ever seemed to want to hang out with me, those who did did so because they probably felt like they had to. Idk, it wasnt really the best rollercoaster ride of my life. I made some pretty good friends eventually though and I've been doing ok so far. One of my best friend being Preston Brown who, currently, hates my guts. I can't explain why bc that is another story. Anyways, so the whole high school experience was ridiculously retarded and I hated every minute of it, especially since I had some pretty bad ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder). So eventually, I graduated (barely) and I moved out of the house a few months later. Again, a whole other story. I went to live with Preston for about 6 or 7 months and had the freaking time of my life. We did everything together, yes, EVERYTHING. I wouldnt trade that experience for anything in the world. So the time soon came where he would be leaving on his mission for our church within a few months. Being around him for such a long time and knowing him for a VERY long time was going to be extremely difficult to let him go. But I knew it was the right thing for him to do. So the day came where he kicked me out of his house for doing something stupid, and that too is another story. So I was extremely upset bc at this point I had pissed him off enough to the point where he wouldnt even talk to me. I didnt even get to say goodbye to him when he left for his mission. I wish I could have made things right with him before he left but alas, I never did. It makes me sad to think about this all the time. I get super upset sometimes to the point of crying about it because its not exactly easy to have a best friend who suddenly hates you and wont talk to you and then leaves for two years. I mean, thats pretty jacked up. Anyways, last summer Preston started taking me to YSA (Young Single Adult) activities at our church. I have been having an awesome time attending these activities. I have seen a change in my attitude about wanting to be at church and actually participate instead of being forced to go by my parents. Its a whole new ball game for me when I actually have a desire to do something and not get forced to do it by my parents. Idk, im just sort of babbling at this point. So I am still currently attending these activities as much as possible and I have made up the decision to go on my own mission in a few months. Im preparing to go now but I still have a long ways before I'm truly ready to go. But until then, I will just keep attending YSA stuff and keep going to church....