friend is a four-letter word
patheticisms
. . . choose your own adventure . . .
quote / unquote
shame spiral
       musical chairs
life line
my writing
my self
senioritis, a rant
your air
our gray rainbow
untitled: one
beyond me, a short story
a swollen bruise, a short story
....recent updates....
7/5/02
more more more more writing. oh yeah. um... brandeis in august. [email protected]. eek!

3/19/02
added SENIORITIS and COLLEGE WARNING. updated, cleaned up, fucked about with the music page, links page, bookis page, and a lot of the old crap. i cleaned up some of the archaic poems, as well.   less then 3 months until im 18... but who the hell is counting?

1/31/02
miss me?  i changed the intro page, updated ME (added a montage of pictures) operated on this page., and did some general cleaning up. it's the second semester of senior year. anything is possible.

12/29/01
pretty much finished the hillcroft page... thank god. it actually turned into two pages, and i could have made seven if i didnt stop myself. i also updated a bit of bookish girl, and added lots of new scanned pictures (thank you, lauren!!)... happy new years
influenza
F.A.Q.
me?
of coffee and cigarettes
the journey
decisions, decisions, a rant
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hillcroft
A bit of an explanation, if I may.
This web site of mine is a bit harrowing at first, I know this just as well as you do. For years, I have been struggling with the notion of labeling my pages a bit more correctly. However, randomly placing the words "All About ME!" seems fairly redundant. After all, it is my web site, what else would you expect? This site is a tribute of sorts, a hommage to the trivial ideas, the time-consuming projects, and the people that have retained an image in my eyes. Everything is subjective, and I'm sorry to say, some of it may be tinted with cynicism.  I never intended this site to be such a big project, but everytime I add a new segment to it, I feel obliged to add another. How could I possibly talk about music without describing my summers? How can I put in my short stories and leave out my poetry, or fair that matter, my bitchy rants? What matters so much in my life that it earned space on my little corner of the web? Yes, chunks upon chunks of this site are pretty current. And some of it is decrepid. But who am I to argue with the past? For more unaswered questions, check out the FAQ. Happy viewing!
bookish girl
Lindsay
disclaimer: this site was created by one, lindsay kaplan. it was intended as a place to throw together some writing. quite obviously, that idea expanded.  updates are now slow, but what do you expect from a busy college freshman? yeah. you better believe it, buddy. kiss her ass, why don't you?
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6/23/02
caution
anonymous, a short story
our favorite redhead
wowee! a new e-mail address!
oh, boy! wait 'till i tell mom!
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