Darling.

I do not have many pet peeves. I am a generally non-irratated person. Of course there are some exceptions, such as large speed bumps, back seat drivers, and the noise that the air conditioning makes when it is on high (it's like an extended whisper without saying anything). However, today I discovered a new one. Today a girl at least 4 years younger than me started off a condesceding sentence with "Darling". I believe the sentence was "Darling, you will see the name of the server on the receit".

I've always thought of the word "Darling" as an endearing precious term that only lovers or cute old couples used to talk to anyone and everyone because they had the right too. This recent high school graduate used the word as false sweetness. Which then turned the otherwise helpful comment into a degrading reprimand.

I should've said "Thank you, sweetheart" and been done with the whole thing. However, it is not in my nature to be equally annoying. Lucky for her.

So it happened.

After the world of xanga came to an end, I told myself that I wouldn't get a blog. After all, I have facebook, I can still keep in touch with people...were the words fresh on my brain. But recently I have wanted more, I don't want to know only a person's status... (Lindsay is happy)...I want to know stories. I want to know thoughts. I want to know if anyone else is still just a bit freaked out not to be in college anymore, and instead be in the real world where their major doesn't really matter all that much.

Or maybe I'm just a follower and saw that some friends had one, and so I should probably get one too. It doesn't matter. Lindsay is..happy to be here.