Chronicle Number Four: Remember the Steak Day

Hello from University of Georgia! Have you missed me? It's been nearly a week since you heard from me last. I honestly don't know how you do it. If it makes you feel better, I don't know what I would do without you, my ravening horde of fans. (If "ravening horde" is defined as approximately 10 people, tops.)

Well, here I am, and I think I'm starting to get into the rhythm of things. I've found friends that will deal with my mood swings (Although I miss my at home friends terribly) so that's good. I like the people on my hall. Myers is pretty awesome, and there is no partying here that I know of (YAY!) so no random annoying drunk people! I know, I know, they are a part of college life, and I haven't been here on a game weekend, but still.

By the way, game day is Saturday! We're playing Georgia Southern.

LINDSAY: Go. Fight. Win. W00t.

Okay, so I'm not that excited. Oh well. I do have tickets, though. I got a split season, so I think I'll go to at least one game, and then sell the other tickets for mucho deneros!!!

SLYTHERIN!LINDSAY: MWAHAHA! I take bribes. Food or money is acceptable.

OMG YOUS GUYS. So, get this. Before game day, they have a food festival!!! Okay, maybe not a festival, per say, but there's steak! And asparagus! And cake! And boiled peanuts!!!

I'm going to be so fat. I'm lucky this only happens before games. (I think.)

Speaking of food... A horrible thing happened today. Your queen was beset with a flipping tray.

And showered with coca cola.

AND ALL HER BEAUTIFUL FOOD WAS ON THE FLOOOOOOOR.

*sob*

It was a horrible tragedy! I call for a memorial day on which we remember and mourn for this sad event!

Thankfully, the intrepid teenage sidekick Megan stepped in and stopped your intrepid teenage hero from fainting from the horror. So I got to go get more food. The crisis was averted. (But it was still a tragedy! Perfectly wonderful steak! On the carpet! A travesty, a travesty, I tell you.)

Ahem. Perhaps I should stop talking about food. Classes are pretty snazzy, a different crisis was averted when I finally got to order my french book. I'm keeping up with my reading... There was a horrible calculus quiz.

DR. GRAHAM CALC TEACHER EXTRAORDINAIRE: Do this. By the way, it's sort of like your homework , but completely different!
LINDSAY: Gaak!
REST OF CLASS: Gaak!
LINDSAY: *makes something up.*

Oh well. It's a tiny droplet in the lake that is our grade, and I'm pretty sure no one else had any idea either, so I'm not going to worry about it.

Oh, yes. I also nearly died. Please don't freak out. I know it's hard, thinking of loosing your fearless leader, but I was nearly mowed down by a mo-ped. It would have been a horrible undignified death. Thankfully, my wonderful friend Corinne reached out and snatched my back from the jaws of death.

LINDSAY: I saw my life FLASH BEFORE MY EYES.
CORINNE: Hee.
LINDSAY: And it was TOO SHORT.
CORINNE: You're okay now.

I promptly asked Corinne to move to California and marry me. :D Because that is so obviously the best reaction to a near death experience. So she will now be referred to as "my intrepid teenage fiancee."

But this was probably a good thing. Honestly. (Seeing the silver lining here.) I am now being EXTREMELY careful.

Nothing else of note has really been going on. (I know, I know, my every breath is of note, but that would make a very long blog entry.) I gave blood yesterday! Do you think my blood can convey awesomeness upon another? I think so. Lucky person.

Anyway, too de loo! Comment comment comment!!!

Chronicle Number Three: The Rumbly Rumbly Rain

Or non-rain.

For three days now, there have been great huge threatening thunder clouds hovering over the entire UGA campus. Every time I leave my dorm, I expect the heavens to dump a deluge of water upon me. Does it? No.

You might say, "Lindsay, this is a good thing." But you see, it hasn't been raining At All. This is extremely annoying.

CLOUDS: *hover ominously*
THUNDER: *rumble rumble*
RAIN: Um, no. I don't think I'll fall here. So plebeian.

The rain in my brain is quite arrogant.

I guess I should give some details about what's going on with me. The rain is not actually the most important event in my life right now. I've been at college a week now! Actually, a week and two days! "How has it been so far?" You ask. I know that you are all simply desperate for details of my life.

Classes have been alright so far. I finished my chemistry homework this morning, which had me feeling very accomplished. True, I mostly did it because Megan was doing her's and I felt like I should be a good student as well.

I'm feeling a bit scattered. Not saying that I'm ever really put together. I'm usually wandering around picking up pieces of me. I haven't really gotten a rhythm to this college song yet.

Today I had my lifeguarding skills test. It was a bit disconcerting, seeing that the guy who was testing me didn't seem to have any kind of idea what he was doing... And he was a manager.

MANAGER: Um, so now we're going to test this. Do it like this.
LINDSAY: Actually, I learned that we should do it this way.
MANAGER: Um. Okay.

My logic was, if he was really confident in what he was doing, he wouldn't be listening to me. (But that would be ill-advised. Not listening to me, that is. *angelic smile*)

Oh, and what was also kind of awful is that I knew I had missed the bus I needed to take, so I power walked down to Ramsey. Which, if you didn't know is A VERY LONG WAY. It was pretty much 20 minutes of

LINDSAY: Come on, Lindsay, you can do it! (Insert number here) more minutes! Go go go!
CONSTRUCTION WORKER: Lay low, the insane girl will pass soon.

I hope that this doesn't continue forever. GAAK! moments should definitely cease. Somehow, knowing myself, I don't think they will.

I think this was enough to supplement you for awhile, (I know my absence is terrible) so I think I'll go now.

Hey- I will warn you now that entries might sharply decrease if I feel I have nothing to say. (Oh, ha ha Mark, I hear that retort. "Aren't you saying absolutely nothing right now?" You know what my answer is? Pbbbbt!) So, if you do want me around ("I don't" is also not an acceptable answer) ask me something! Tell me what you want to hear about. Give me a topic.

I love you all! (Comments make me happy!)

Chronicle Number 2: Do Not Expect This Much Lindsay All the Time.

No, I am not going to update this everyday. The way I see it, that would be almost as annoying to you as it would be to me. However, this is the second day of classes, and I haven't been here that long, so a lot is happening.

As a college freshman, I am using many new words! No, those of you out there with bad, bad minds, these are not curse words. (Although I have decided to use "Shish-kabob" as a pseudo curse word. Its fun to say. Go on, "Oh, shish-kabob") Sadly, the main new word I've been using is "Gaak!" Yes, the exclamation point is a must. Such as getting on the bus yesterday and passing my turn. GAAK!

Such as taking a wrong turn walking to calculus and ending up behind Sanford Stadium. Now, I do hold that it would have been a short-cut. Except for the small obstacle of the GIANT BUILDING IN THE WAY. You guessed it. GAAK!

Such as my history telling me that the books were relatively cheap, and me going to the bookstore and seeing the actual amount. GAAK!

But despite the presence of frequent "GAAK!"s, most of my classes were okay... if slightly mind-numbing. I'm sure this will not be the case when we really get into new stuff, instead of "hey, let's say our names and talk about the syllabus again."

French was interesting, if at times heart stoppingly terrifying. I got to class just a little late, but didn't walk in alone, which was good. Of course, once we actually started talking, things got double plus ungood.

PROFESSOR DU FRANCAIS: I will start each lesson with a question. *speaking really fast* Que est-ce que tu a fais au weekend? (What did you do this weekend?) *stares straight at our heroine*
HEROINE: GAAK! J'ai joue au "frisbee" avec mes copains... (I played frisbee with my friends)
FRENCH DUDE: Tout le weekend? (All weekend?)
HEROINE: GAAK! Non? ...
FRENCH DUDE: *stare stare stare*

Finally, he stare stare stared at someone else. Which was actually quite funny. I will now begin writing french in italics.

FRENCH DUDE: *staring at other guy* What did you do this weekend?
OTHER GUY: I moved in.
FRENCH DUDE: Did you come by car?
OTHER GUY: Chicago.

Yes, he did actually say "Chicago." Obviously, he had thought the teacher asked him where he was from. Anywho, this launched said teacher off into a loooong story about how anticipating questions was bad, and how he had an aunt who was deaf- well now he was sort of deaf too so students would have to speak up- but she had anticipated questions and she would have a completely different answer than the question called for and by the way some people are selectively deaf, like his grandfather who heard his uncle ask if he was a fool and slapped him upside his head which really hurt the uncle but serves him right for calling his father a fool.

Aren't summaries fun?

After that class, the "turning the wrong way and saying "GAAK!"" episode happened. Calculus was just calculus, I had it yesterday, so I don't think I need to elaborate. Though I think it might be bad that I think my teacher is adorable, in a funny, geeky way. He was telling us about his 5 year old daughter, and how he wished she would stop playing with dolls and start playing with numbers. (He was kidding.) But he paces a lot and writes down whatever comes into his head on the board.

The I ate lunch, then laid about, then went to history, which I will love. I've pretty much decided I'm changing to double major in Microbiology/History.

Then I bought books, (GAAK!) and ate again (a lot of eating at college) then went to a pj party in the Myers lobby. Fun.

So, there is an absurdly detailed summary of my day. Please don't be too annoyed, I promise that this will not happen all the time.

BTW, Snelling Dining Hall chocolate mousse- made of awesomeness.

Starting this, Or Confusing Chronicle Number One

I am here! Athens, that is. Actually, I've been roosting here since last Thursday... I know that day lives in your memory, and will forevermore. It was the day that your wonderful Lindsay left you, all alone in the plains of the desolate Augusta. Desolated without Lindsay's face- her beautiful smile, her clear, bell-like voice.

I know it's awful, but you'll get through it. I believe in you.

So, anywho, the point is that I got here last Thursday. The drive was oh so many tons of fun. I was definitely feeling very lonesome, even in the drive here. Sorrowful Lindsay kept fighting with Practical Lindsay.

SORROWFUL LINDSAY: Oh, poor house! How I will miss thee! I shall see you years hence.
PRACTICAL LINDSAY: Dude, you are so coming back labor day weekend.
SORROWFUL LINDSAY: O! Kemp Drive! How I love thee! Let me count the ways! I live on you!
PL: Labor day. You are coming back two weeks from now.
SL: Sadness!
PL: Two weeks!

Practical Lindsay eventually won out. When we got here, we did some shopping. What must every college student have? The answer is simple. A Wal-mart. We spent about 30 minutes getting almost everything on our list and then an HOUR looking for a LIGHTBULB. Oodles of fun.

Then the parental units left, and I did some meeting people, who totally shot down my brownies. You would think that brownies would pack some serious friend-punch (though perhaps that is a poor choice of words) but no, they were shot down, time and time again.

LINDSAY: Want a brownie? And a new best friend?
SORORITY GIRL: Um, like, no. *queer "are you trying to make me fatter than you" look*

LINDSAY: Brownie? Anybody want a delicious homemade brownie?
RANDOM MALE VERTEBRATE: No. Though I think it's nice that you're in love with me.
LINDSAY: ...what?

Finally I went to game night and put the brownies on the table. Where people ate them who did not know that they were from me. Ultimate failure. And no, for those who haven't lived inside my head, some of the above did not actually happen. It was mostly what I was imagining these people thinking.

Most of the next few days was made up of making new friends (which actually worked out pretty well) hanging out with them, and eating.

A lot.

Because without the class, I've found that there is really nothing to do during the day at college accept go to a dining hall and drink smoothies. But as classes are starting, I think that there will actually be no time to hang around and drink smoothies, no matter how fabulous said smoothies are.

So. Classes. Pretty important, right? They started today. For me, at 8 AM! Yay! Contrary to unpopular belief, 8AM classes are so not fun. I got totally lost looking for class #1, attempting to find a room that didn't exist, and thus walked into my first class 10 min. late. But they understood. I am, after all, an ickle freshie.

I also went to Integral Calculus and Chemistry today, nearly lost my wallet, took at 30 min hike, bought my books and nearly cried (OMG BOOKS COST A LOT), and went to a choir thing that I'm not sure I'll do. Oh, and got on the right bus but missed my stop and rode around campus. Around and around and around.

There you are, your healthy dose of Lindsay! Hopefully it will tide you over until you can bask in the warm glow of my presence again.

BTW, my roomie is super cool. She is very much like me...

Toodeloo!