Chronicle Number 12: Incommunicado

Yes, yes, I realize. I disappeared off the face of the earth for a while. I mean, I was home for a week, so really you got an update of me in person, and who could want anything more?

Finals are starting soon, and that means I really will disappear, this time into books. So... What has happened to me in the past week?

Well, upon arriving back at school, getting through my hordes of fans and the paparazzi, I realized that I had a formal lab report (which I referred to as the LAB OF EVIL), questions for the quiz bowl tournament to write, and an essay due, as well as my lab final on Wednesday. I immediately dove into a book and went into the many hysterical stages of work grief.

Anyway, everything got done, even though there were a couple really wishy washy times when I nearly burst into hysterical tears. Now, tears ruin your great leader's beauty, so we just couldn't be having with that. But your heroine got it together and on Thursday night was watching the Boondock Saints in celebration.

Friday was spent helping write questions for the tournament, and going to Megan's concert, which was super fantabulous except for the sopranos, but it's really hard for a soprano to win me over anyway.

We then watched Moulin Rouge, and I went to bed, thinking everything was peachy.

As per usual, I was mistaken. (I am never wrong, but I am often mistaken.)

After about 6 and 1/2 hours of sleep, I walked into room 513 of journalism at 8:00 and was greeted by Tim's crazy eyes.

TIM: We are so screwed. We have nothing done. Well, to be precise, we're missing 4 rounds of literature questions.
LINDSAY: Aw, nuts.
TIM: Okon is furiously writing at his house and sending them to me. I'm getting the first packet together, and by the way, I've slept 8 hours in 6 DAYS.
LINDSAY: I'm not going to lie, I'm a little bit afraid of you right now. And for you right now.

We proceed to write questions as the tournament progressed. This mainly meant that while others were reading questions and doing stats, and all that jazz, Jordan and I were sitting in our own little bubble writing on anything Okon needed. This birthed episodes like:

LINDSAY AND JORDAN: *write write write write*
MUNEEB: *wanders in* Hey guys.
LINDSAY (to Jordan): You write on Pearl S. Buck, I'll write on Anaya.
JORDAN (to Lindsay): Okay, got it.
MUNEEB: Hey, whatcha doing?
OKON: LEAVE THEM ALONE.
MUNEEB: What- wait, I-
OKON: They are working JUST DON'T TALK TO THEM.

And:

TJ and OTHERS: *wander in*
LINDSAY AND JORDAN: *write write write write*
OTHERS: YAK YAK YAK!
TIM: Y'all, shut up!
LINDSAY AND JORDAN: *write write write write*
OTHERS: WE SHALL NOW TALK VERY LOUDLY.
TIM: JUST GET OUT. They're working, GET OUT!!!!

I really think that the most comical thing about this is that through both of these lovely situations, I had no idea what was going on. I did not hear any of this, I was too concentrated, someone had to tell me it happened.

Later that night, Corinne and I went to the quiz bowl party. Our first college party, we're so cool. It mainly consisted of the Game of Life and Rock Band.

Hearing Chiego, Tim, Paul, and Cullen sing made it all worth it. I nearly cried a couple times, I was laughing so hard.

Yesterday was mainly me being carried away by a deluge of work, and now I am here with you.

And now I'm leaving on my raft in the river of work again!