I probably should have written over the summer, because it seems that I have gotten out of the habit. Several times I have come to this blog, and even begun writing an entry, and then I would be hit with the vile writer's block. Either that, or the fact that I really had nothing to write down, stopped me in my tracks.
But I am the Empress, obviously, and something as simple as writer's block shall not stop me! Having nothing to say has never stopped me from talking before!
It isn't as if nothing has happened, really. It's more of a "so much has happened and it's all stupid class stuff that no one wants to hear about anyway." It isn't very interesting to talk about how I have another test, yet again. Oh, and a paper due, again. Woot Woot.
So, let's just have an overview, I suppose.
Ta Suite is pretty fantastic, if I do say so myself. We all get along well, and there has been no serious drama to speak of. Megan is pretty much studying, Susana is apparently a ginko leaf, Corinne alternates between dealing with my crazy and generally being a mother hen, Kristina is... well, she's just herself, and Heidi plays video games and curses a lot.
They have even come to accept and expect the inarticulate cries of despair that emit from my room every Tuesday.
I'm actually pretty sure that you could set your clock by it. Pretty much every Tuesday (because you know I'll always say I want my lab done early, and will get it done early, but that is a filthy LIE) I work on my lab for about two hours and sink slowly into the chemistry filled abyss.
LINDSAY: *Work work work*
CORINNE: I shall simply wait here.
Time passes
LINDSAY: *work work work*
CORINNE: Tralalala... almost time...
Right on cue:
LINDSAY: Maaaarrrgh! Maaaaaaaargh!
CORINNE: Time! Oh, sweetie, what is it? Let me fix it for you.
LINDSAY: *points at screen* MAAARGH!
CORINNE: Ah, I see.
KRISTINA: *pokes her head in the door* Lab time?
LINDSAY: Margh.
KRISTINA: Ah, I see.
CORINNE: Here. It works like this.
LINDSAY: Ah, I see.
It usually works out in the end, and I've been doing reasonably well on the labs, but there is always that point when I work on them that I can no longer function on an understandable level. It pretty much works out as a few hours of lab work, then cue the groaning and the wretched facebook status updates.
Other then class, things have been going pretty well. Quizbowl is quizbowl, full of drama that I thought I had left behind when I left behind middle school, but I think that's the only thing to be expected when you are surrounded by boys who have the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone.
But it is still lots of fun, and Jordan makes me laugh with all the outrageous things she says. The new people are actually very cool, so it's all worth it.
I could tell you about my classes more, but they either defy description or I would rather avoid describing them, and thus avoid thinking about them. A short summary, one by one, would be that political science is made of awesome. It has turned out to be one of my favorite classes, and I love that every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I have a teacher that makes me cut through all the crap and figure out what I believe and why. 19th century European History is a class that probably shouldn't have taken, not being much one for modern history. However, my teacher is ridiculous, and it almost makes the class worth it to see him running into walls (then yelling at them) and pretending to walk turtles down the streets of Victorian London. See, I told you it defied description. Finally, chemistry and physics are full death and pain, especially physics, and I am hoping and praying for good grades.
I think that's the end for now... I'll write more later!
Really! I mean it this time!
Totally sincere.
Would I lie to you?
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Chronicle Number 20: You Haven't Seen the Crazy Yet
Hmmm... What to write about?
You didn't want to hear from me for the last two weeks. No, seriously. All I would have been doing would be "Woe, woe, woe is me, come and reside in the black hole of depression with me."
Do you want that in your life? The answer is no, you don't.
To put jokes aside for a moment, these last few weeks have been pretty bad. You know those days where it seems like nothing can go right? Everything that seems to happen only happens because it will make it that much harder for you to get by?
I know everyone has had them- otherwise they wouldn't really exist. So now imagine about 14 of those days all in a row. That's been me for the last two weeks.
I don't really want to talk about those days, because who does? I don't want to be one of those teens who whines, and I don't really know what to say about the whole thing. Suffice it to say that it has been hard, it culminated in several of my suitemates meeting hysterical!Lindsay last night, and things will be better. Today was good, and what can we do but take things on a day to day basis?
On Friday I will have the Watson-Brown dinner, which should be fun. I will be spending the evening with the Intrepid Teenage Officer, Jordan.
Saturday... I... am... going... TO THE DECEMBERIST'S CONCERT.
EVERYONE READING THIS:...So what?
The Decemberist's are my favorite band, and they wrote what basically amounts to a rock opera, and they are only performing it on one tour, and I GET TO GO.
Super-duper excited!
I love you all, and I promise to be more amusing next time. :)
You didn't want to hear from me for the last two weeks. No, seriously. All I would have been doing would be "Woe, woe, woe is me, come and reside in the black hole of depression with me."
Do you want that in your life? The answer is no, you don't.
To put jokes aside for a moment, these last few weeks have been pretty bad. You know those days where it seems like nothing can go right? Everything that seems to happen only happens because it will make it that much harder for you to get by?
I know everyone has had them- otherwise they wouldn't really exist. So now imagine about 14 of those days all in a row. That's been me for the last two weeks.
I don't really want to talk about those days, because who does? I don't want to be one of those teens who whines, and I don't really know what to say about the whole thing. Suffice it to say that it has been hard, it culminated in several of my suitemates meeting hysterical!Lindsay last night, and things will be better. Today was good, and what can we do but take things on a day to day basis?
On Friday I will have the Watson-Brown dinner, which should be fun. I will be spending the evening with the Intrepid Teenage Officer, Jordan.
Saturday... I... am... going... TO THE DECEMBERIST'S CONCERT.
EVERYONE READING THIS:...So what?
The Decemberist's are my favorite band, and they wrote what basically amounts to a rock opera, and they are only performing it on one tour, and I GET TO GO.
Super-duper excited!
I love you all, and I promise to be more amusing next time. :)
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Chronicle Number 19:In Sickness and in Health, 'Till Chemistry Do Us Part
I'm baaaaack! I know you missed me terribly. What did you do without Lindsay to brighten your life? I honestly don't know. You see, I am never without myself.
About that whole "writing over the summer" thing... Didn't do that, as you can probably tell. (Unless your withdrawal from Lindsay has caused hallucinations, which would not be completely implausible). I have reasons! Really really good ones!
No, actually I am simply hideously lazy. Also, nothing seemed to really happen over the summer, because my possible jobs kept falling through, so all this blog basically would have consisted of was the slow degeneration of my mind from optimism to complete bored madness.
STAGE #1, OPTIMISM: So... job fell through. Major suckage... However, I am plucky and tough! Something will come along and things will be better!
STAGE #2, DEPRESSION: Why did this happen to meeee??? What did I do wrong???? Am I not good enough for a job???? Don't you love me??? I'm going to be POOR my WHOLE LIFE and DIE ALONE. *sob*
STAGE #3, BARGAINING: If I can get a job, I promise to be really really good! So good! I will make good grades, and be nice to children and animals, and be a lot more like Megan! Pleeeeaaase?
STAGE #4, BOREDOM: I have nothing to do. Noooothing to dooooo.... And yet I still have no desire to clean the house... Contemplating learning how to scrapbook. (CORINNE: Lindsay! LINDSAY! For the love of Sarah Rees Brennan, snap out of it! Come back to me, come back to me!)
STAGE #5, UTTER INSANITY: The dire question of my life is "Is Mike going to choose Susan or Edie on Desperate Housewives?"
So yes, did you really want to experience that? I didn't think so.
There were some really good times this summer, such as going to the Dominican Republic with Corinne and her family, which was CRAZYSUPERAWESOME, but almost too much happened that week to write it down, and I still can't really talk about it without wistfully wishing I was back on the beach.
At the end of the summer, I got the CutCo job, which is actually a lot of fun, and I made good money, but it's not exactly interesting material.
LINDSAY: Here's a knife! Look what it can do! Ta Awesome!
And, well, now I'm back here. For as long as I can be... (Until Chemistry doth us part, which it will. I can vow that.) I am going to try to update a lot more, but as you know, there are no guarantees.
The suite is crazy, and a lot of fun, so there will definitely be some stories about that to come. I really feel like this can be a great year, because now I really have the hang of UGA (lots fewer ACK! moments) and I can really focus on improving things instead of just hanging on.
Now to the obligatory questioning! What should I write about? Of course I'll include anything cool or funny that happens to me, but what else do you want to hear about? Is it
A: My Suities?
B: My Classes/Professors?
C: My daily beauty regimen? (How do I keep these glowingly perfect looks?)
BTW, I will only laugh at you if you pick C.
Anywho, I loves you all! And don't worry, Lindsaytopia will prevail!
About that whole "writing over the summer" thing... Didn't do that, as you can probably tell. (Unless your withdrawal from Lindsay has caused hallucinations, which would not be completely implausible). I have reasons! Really really good ones!
No, actually I am simply hideously lazy. Also, nothing seemed to really happen over the summer, because my possible jobs kept falling through, so all this blog basically would have consisted of was the slow degeneration of my mind from optimism to complete bored madness.
STAGE #1, OPTIMISM: So... job fell through. Major suckage... However, I am plucky and tough! Something will come along and things will be better!
STAGE #2, DEPRESSION: Why did this happen to meeee??? What did I do wrong???? Am I not good enough for a job???? Don't you love me??? I'm going to be POOR my WHOLE LIFE and DIE ALONE. *sob*
STAGE #3, BARGAINING: If I can get a job, I promise to be really really good! So good! I will make good grades, and be nice to children and animals, and be a lot more like Megan! Pleeeeaaase?
STAGE #4, BOREDOM: I have nothing to do. Noooothing to dooooo.... And yet I still have no desire to clean the house... Contemplating learning how to scrapbook. (CORINNE: Lindsay! LINDSAY! For the love of Sarah Rees Brennan, snap out of it! Come back to me, come back to me!)
STAGE #5, UTTER INSANITY: The dire question of my life is "Is Mike going to choose Susan or Edie on Desperate Housewives?"
So yes, did you really want to experience that? I didn't think so.
There were some really good times this summer, such as going to the Dominican Republic with Corinne and her family, which was CRAZYSUPERAWESOME, but almost too much happened that week to write it down, and I still can't really talk about it without wistfully wishing I was back on the beach.
At the end of the summer, I got the CutCo job, which is actually a lot of fun, and I made good money, but it's not exactly interesting material.
LINDSAY: Here's a knife! Look what it can do! Ta Awesome!
And, well, now I'm back here. For as long as I can be... (Until Chemistry doth us part, which it will. I can vow that.) I am going to try to update a lot more, but as you know, there are no guarantees.
The suite is crazy, and a lot of fun, so there will definitely be some stories about that to come. I really feel like this can be a great year, because now I really have the hang of UGA (lots fewer ACK! moments) and I can really focus on improving things instead of just hanging on.
Now to the obligatory questioning! What should I write about? Of course I'll include anything cool or funny that happens to me, but what else do you want to hear about? Is it
A: My Suities?
B: My Classes/Professors?
C: My daily beauty regimen? (How do I keep these glowingly perfect looks?)
BTW, I will only laugh at you if you pick C.
Anywho, I loves you all! And don't worry, Lindsaytopia will prevail!
Monday, May 4, 2009
Chronicle Number 18: Chronicle the Last?
Well, the last chronicle before summer, methinks. That is a question, though, because I am wondering. Does my lovely audience want me to continue through summer? Is there demand for the trials and tribulations of Lindsay? If so, there is this thing called a "comment." It means that you click down at the bottom of this, on "Give Props" and then you write something along the lines of "Yes Lindsay, we love you! Write some more, please!" or perhaps "This last month when you haven't written has been the best of my life. Please stop immediately." Then I shall decide whether to continue this through the summer.
So, what has happened in the past month? Well, there were about two weeks when nothing was going on. I had virtually no work, and I relaxed a lot and read several books. Of course, I would probably have enjoyed that more if I hadn't had a deep sense of impending doom. You see, it's the evil teacher meetings.
I'm certain of it. They give you a couple weeks to lure you into a sense of false security, and then WHAM! They all hit you with tests/projects/essays at once.
It's kind of like a bunny trap.
BUNNY TRAP: Come here, little bunny! See, I have food for you!
BUNNY: Hmmmm, no. I don't think so. You see, you killed my brother and my uncle and my grandmother and now you are out to get me!!!
BUNNY TRAP: No no no. See, I cannot get you! All I want is for you to eat some of these lovely carrots.
BUNNY: Well, those carrots are lovely.... Perhaps I will just reach a paw in and get one. *reaches, nothing happens.*
BUNNY TRAP: See? I didn't try to hurt you! Come inside.
BUNNY: This time must be different. The trap didn't try to hurt me at all. *goes inside*
BUNNY TRAP: WHAM! Bwhahahaha! Got you!
BUNNY: Dang flabbit.
You see! The bunny is lulled into a false sense of security, and then captured at the first opportunity!
However, I am smarter than the average bunny. Of course I began my work early, all the better to finish it and lead a happy life full of rollicking good times.
...
Okay, I admit it. That's a lie.
I didn't begin my work early, and therefore went completely insane (as I am wont to do) for the last two weeks pretty much slaving nonstop.
There was a sort of incident in Anthropology, which I don't really want to talk about because it is depressing, but I think everything is turning out alright. I've got two exams, on Thursday and Friday. And then I will be at home on Saturday!
There has been some confusion over jobs, but hopefully that will work out.
Anywho, enough with the boringness. I'm off to study, and I will yak yak yak (as I am also wont to do) when I get home.
Au revoir, mes amis!
So, what has happened in the past month? Well, there were about two weeks when nothing was going on. I had virtually no work, and I relaxed a lot and read several books. Of course, I would probably have enjoyed that more if I hadn't had a deep sense of impending doom. You see, it's the evil teacher meetings.
I'm certain of it. They give you a couple weeks to lure you into a sense of false security, and then WHAM! They all hit you with tests/projects/essays at once.
It's kind of like a bunny trap.
BUNNY TRAP: Come here, little bunny! See, I have food for you!
BUNNY: Hmmmm, no. I don't think so. You see, you killed my brother and my uncle and my grandmother and now you are out to get me!!!
BUNNY TRAP: No no no. See, I cannot get you! All I want is for you to eat some of these lovely carrots.
BUNNY: Well, those carrots are lovely.... Perhaps I will just reach a paw in and get one. *reaches, nothing happens.*
BUNNY TRAP: See? I didn't try to hurt you! Come inside.
BUNNY: This time must be different. The trap didn't try to hurt me at all. *goes inside*
BUNNY TRAP: WHAM! Bwhahahaha! Got you!
BUNNY: Dang flabbit.
You see! The bunny is lulled into a false sense of security, and then captured at the first opportunity!
However, I am smarter than the average bunny. Of course I began my work early, all the better to finish it and lead a happy life full of rollicking good times.
...
Okay, I admit it. That's a lie.
I didn't begin my work early, and therefore went completely insane (as I am wont to do) for the last two weeks pretty much slaving nonstop.
There was a sort of incident in Anthropology, which I don't really want to talk about because it is depressing, but I think everything is turning out alright. I've got two exams, on Thursday and Friday. And then I will be at home on Saturday!
There has been some confusion over jobs, but hopefully that will work out.
Anywho, enough with the boringness. I'm off to study, and I will yak yak yak (as I am also wont to do) when I get home.
Au revoir, mes amis!
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Chronicle Number 17: Woe, Woe, Woe is Me
I return to you, out of the mists of time, in my small boat upon the sea that is college life. The trials and tribulations of my journey have been many, and I have willfully, stoically persevered. I'm just noble and true like that.
I really do feel quite guilty, but writing about it will merely take up precious time and space, and therefore, [insert "Blah blah blah I'm sorry for not writing" speech of your choice here.]
Let us go back, back into those mists of time, into the days long before the present. Of course, I'm talking about spring break.
Now, I had been pretty down before spring break, with the usual "woe, woe is me, I don't want to be here, when is spring break?" I'm pretty sure that is a symptom of all students around April/March. I had a Plan, y'all! It was a great Plan too.
I was going to go to the beach with Corinne and Erin, have tons of fun, lay out on the beach, go to St. Augustine, relax. And then I was going to come back to UGA refreshed and with an open mind, ready to soak up information like a lovely green sponge. (Yes, I would be a green sponge, just accept it.) But as is with most of my plans, this one failed.
Instead of coming back relaxed and refreshed, I came back as "Woe, woe is me, I don't want to be here, where did the beach go, and when is summer break?"
It was a sad state of affairs.
Spring break was simply to great. I spent a great deal of time dozing on the sunny beach, listening to the waves... I ignored my school work, because I had already decided that that is what I would do. I went to Universal Studios with the intrepid teenage sidekicks.
...I should stop talking about this, because I am going to fall into another depression from beach-lack.
Suffice it to say, it was super fantabulous.
I then came back to UGA, and began classes. I have been in a pretty terrible mood, with breaks of course, but it didn't really end until a few nights ago I was lying in bed feeling sorry, when I said to myself
LINDSAY: Self, get over it. You've got five more weeks, you should buck up.
SELF: But I don't wanna! I want to be emo and sit in a corner and cry fat tears that drip down my face ever so slowly and read Edgar Allen Poe!
LINDSAY: Am I going to have to slap somebody?
SELF: Well, now that you mention it perhaps it's time to take a more optimistic view of things.
LINDSAY: That's what I thought, self.
Besides, Erin has an inordinate amount of chinese tests, and an o-chem test today, which results in
ERIN: I'm going to die! I'm going to fail out of the honors program and then out of college and then I'm going to serve burgers at McDonald's and live on minimum wage and become a drunk and DIE!
CORINNE: This sounds slightly like someone else we know.
LINDSAY: I deny everything.
So yes, Erin and I both have a slight propensity for over-dramatization. And really, there's only room for one friend running about like a chicken with its head cut off. This week, Erin is the chicken.
This mood was not helped by the resurgence of late night girl woes, which are common nasty pitfalls in Girl World. They mainly consist of
STEREOTYPICAL GIRL: Woe, woe, woe is me! Why do I not have a manfolk of my very own?
Well, I am female, and thus fall into these pits of woe, but 98% of the time I wake up the next morning with a new view of the world.
LINDSAY: I don't want a manfolk of my very own! They take up time and energy! You have to feed them and walk them and if you pay too much attention to the dancing boys the manfolk whines!
So things (in spite of the previous few weeks,) are going quite well. I am pretty sure that my last chemistry test was terrible, but I get to drop a grade so I'll be fine. I just love those tests when all the material is easy and yet the professor manages to make the test extraordinarily difficult... And by "love" I mean "hate with a burning passion of my SOUL."
Well, I'm off again to navigate the seas of college on my raft! Know that all is done in the pursuit of Lindsaytopia!
I really do feel quite guilty, but writing about it will merely take up precious time and space, and therefore, [insert "Blah blah blah I'm sorry for not writing" speech of your choice here.]
Let us go back, back into those mists of time, into the days long before the present. Of course, I'm talking about spring break.
Now, I had been pretty down before spring break, with the usual "woe, woe is me, I don't want to be here, when is spring break?" I'm pretty sure that is a symptom of all students around April/March. I had a Plan, y'all! It was a great Plan too.
I was going to go to the beach with Corinne and Erin, have tons of fun, lay out on the beach, go to St. Augustine, relax. And then I was going to come back to UGA refreshed and with an open mind, ready to soak up information like a lovely green sponge. (Yes, I would be a green sponge, just accept it.) But as is with most of my plans, this one failed.
Instead of coming back relaxed and refreshed, I came back as "Woe, woe is me, I don't want to be here, where did the beach go, and when is summer break?"
It was a sad state of affairs.
Spring break was simply to great. I spent a great deal of time dozing on the sunny beach, listening to the waves... I ignored my school work, because I had already decided that that is what I would do. I went to Universal Studios with the intrepid teenage sidekicks.
...I should stop talking about this, because I am going to fall into another depression from beach-lack.
Suffice it to say, it was super fantabulous.
I then came back to UGA, and began classes. I have been in a pretty terrible mood, with breaks of course, but it didn't really end until a few nights ago I was lying in bed feeling sorry, when I said to myself
LINDSAY: Self, get over it. You've got five more weeks, you should buck up.
SELF: But I don't wanna! I want to be emo and sit in a corner and cry fat tears that drip down my face ever so slowly and read Edgar Allen Poe!
LINDSAY: Am I going to have to slap somebody?
SELF: Well, now that you mention it perhaps it's time to take a more optimistic view of things.
LINDSAY: That's what I thought, self.
Besides, Erin has an inordinate amount of chinese tests, and an o-chem test today, which results in
ERIN: I'm going to die! I'm going to fail out of the honors program and then out of college and then I'm going to serve burgers at McDonald's and live on minimum wage and become a drunk and DIE!
CORINNE: This sounds slightly like someone else we know.
LINDSAY: I deny everything.
So yes, Erin and I both have a slight propensity for over-dramatization. And really, there's only room for one friend running about like a chicken with its head cut off. This week, Erin is the chicken.
This mood was not helped by the resurgence of late night girl woes, which are common nasty pitfalls in Girl World. They mainly consist of
STEREOTYPICAL GIRL: Woe, woe, woe is me! Why do I not have a manfolk of my very own?
Well, I am female, and thus fall into these pits of woe, but 98% of the time I wake up the next morning with a new view of the world.
LINDSAY: I don't want a manfolk of my very own! They take up time and energy! You have to feed them and walk them and if you pay too much attention to the dancing boys the manfolk whines!
So things (in spite of the previous few weeks,) are going quite well. I am pretty sure that my last chemistry test was terrible, but I get to drop a grade so I'll be fine. I just love those tests when all the material is easy and yet the professor manages to make the test extraordinarily difficult... And by "love" I mean "hate with a burning passion of my SOUL."
Well, I'm off again to navigate the seas of college on my raft! Know that all is done in the pursuit of Lindsaytopia!
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Chronicle Number 16: I Am A Hot Hot Thang
Oh, yes. I'm sure you knew it, but it has been confirmed. Your intrepid hero was honked at while walking down the road. It must be because I'm just that good looking...
Okay, perhaps I was not "walking" down the sidewalk. Perhaps I was dancing. Perhaps this dancing involved imitating Hugh Grant in Music and Lyrics. Perhaps Hugh Grant in Music and Lyrics does a fair bit of... swinging his hips.
Perhaps.
But I'm sure that had nothing to do with it.
It did lead to some interesting conversation, such as while at O-house
PAUL: I got honked at while driving here!
LINDSAY: Really?! So did I!
PAUL: ...You don't have a car here...
LINDSAY: It was because they think I'm delicious.
PAUL: ...
Now, what you all must be wondering about one thing. Snow, of course! The "Great Blizzard" of 2009. This title prompts Corinne to go into hysterics.
CORINNE: Blizzard?! BLIZZARD?! DO YOU GEORGIANS NOT KNOW WHAT SNOW IS?!?!?
LINDSAY: *To everyone staring* She's from Michigan. All that cold turns the brain.
EVERYONE: Ah. That explains all.
CORINNE: I HATE YOU ALL!
It was probably the most snow I've ever seen in my life, true. I have mixed feelings on the whole thing, because while it was fun, it really messed things up for me. Mom and I were supposed to go to Swan Lake Sunday night. I had the whole day planned, but the ballet was cancelled and Mom went home early. *sadness*
GOD: You ask for snow every winter of your life. "Give me a snow day, pleeaaase," you beg. WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME???
I really shouldn't complain... But t'was disappointing. I think the big kicker was that class was not cancelled on Tuesday, regardless of the fact that all of the roads outside the UGA campus were iced over and students driving in had to choose to brave winter roads that they've never had any experience driving on or miss class/midterms.
...As you can probably tell, I am not upset over this at all.
In all seriousness, a lot of people got hurt, because many sidewalks were iced over completely and the busses weren't all running until late. Why, you ask? Because they couldn't get out of the parking lot!
So anywho, classes were cancelled on Monday, so I had a snow day but missed crucial chemistry review, and consequently did not do as well as I wanted to on the test (haven't got the grade back, but I'm pretty sure I got a B). I'm not too happy, but I am now going to stop bringing you down and move on to happier topics!
Next week is spring break!!! I am going to Jacksonville, Florida! I am going to lounge on the beach and turn goldeny brown and bury myself under a pile of books!
I am also forcing my friends to love Austen the way I do!
LINDSAY: Read this one, and this one!!! MWHAHAHA!
CORINNE & ERIN: It really isn't that big a deal, sweetie.
Speaking of Corinne, she briefly went "insane" over Organic Chemistry. I put insane in quotes because her idea of "insane" is quite different from mine.
LINDSAY INSANITY:
LINDSAY: Oh, LORD!!! I SHALL EXPIRE! I HATE CHEMISTRY AND ITS FACE! IT MAKES BABY JESUS CRY! I SHALL FAIL OUT OF COLLEGE AND JOIN A CONVENT! IT WILL BE LOVELY.
EVERYONE ELSE IN THE DORM: *laugh laugh laugh* We are having a rollicking good time! Yay, being history majors!
LINDSAY: How can you ignore my pain?! Curse you and your happiness!
CORINNE: Hush, Lindsay, it will be alright.
CORINNE INSANITY:
CORINNE: I'm really worried about this test...
LINDSAY: Hush, Corinne, it will be alright.
So, as you can see, we are completely different. She is so much more dramatic than me.
Hmmm, other events in the life of a Lindsay.
I think that I might... Strongly dislike my new genetics teacher. You see, they switch mid-semester. And I thought that this new one was going to be a better lecturer, but that was before I really had a true lecture from him. It's reasonable good, don't get me wrong. He has a strong voice, and he has clear notes. He goes slow enough that I don't get left behind when taking notes. It's the comments he peppers his lecture with...
NEW PROFESSOR: So, we had students do evaluations, and one had an interesting comment to make! Of course, he went on and on about how great I am...
ERIN:...Did he just say that?
LINDSAY: I think so.
NEW PROFESSOR:This theory I came up with, well, it's a real paradigm shift...
LINDSAY: Are you allowed to call your own theory a paradigm shift?
REALLY ARROGANT PROFESSOR: This isn't the way most would teach this to you, but hey- It's my class, we're reading my book, and it's my test.
LINDSAY: I don't think we're going to get along.
RAP: Tralalala! I'm amazing!
Well, this is all I can really think of for now. I need to go study for my Anthropology quiz in the morning.
Drama has been drama, and I'm just staying as clear as I am able. I love you all, and remember-
We will attain Lindsaytopia!
Okay, perhaps I was not "walking" down the sidewalk. Perhaps I was dancing. Perhaps this dancing involved imitating Hugh Grant in Music and Lyrics. Perhaps Hugh Grant in Music and Lyrics does a fair bit of... swinging his hips.
Perhaps.
But I'm sure that had nothing to do with it.
It did lead to some interesting conversation, such as while at O-house
PAUL: I got honked at while driving here!
LINDSAY: Really?! So did I!
PAUL: ...You don't have a car here...
LINDSAY: It was because they think I'm delicious.
PAUL: ...
Now, what you all must be wondering about one thing. Snow, of course! The "Great Blizzard" of 2009. This title prompts Corinne to go into hysterics.
CORINNE: Blizzard?! BLIZZARD?! DO YOU GEORGIANS NOT KNOW WHAT SNOW IS?!?!?
LINDSAY: *To everyone staring* She's from Michigan. All that cold turns the brain.
EVERYONE: Ah. That explains all.
CORINNE: I HATE YOU ALL!
It was probably the most snow I've ever seen in my life, true. I have mixed feelings on the whole thing, because while it was fun, it really messed things up for me. Mom and I were supposed to go to Swan Lake Sunday night. I had the whole day planned, but the ballet was cancelled and Mom went home early. *sadness*
GOD: You ask for snow every winter of your life. "Give me a snow day, pleeaaase," you beg. WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME???
I really shouldn't complain... But t'was disappointing. I think the big kicker was that class was not cancelled on Tuesday, regardless of the fact that all of the roads outside the UGA campus were iced over and students driving in had to choose to brave winter roads that they've never had any experience driving on or miss class/midterms.
...As you can probably tell, I am not upset over this at all.
In all seriousness, a lot of people got hurt, because many sidewalks were iced over completely and the busses weren't all running until late. Why, you ask? Because they couldn't get out of the parking lot!
So anywho, classes were cancelled on Monday, so I had a snow day but missed crucial chemistry review, and consequently did not do as well as I wanted to on the test (haven't got the grade back, but I'm pretty sure I got a B). I'm not too happy, but I am now going to stop bringing you down and move on to happier topics!
Next week is spring break!!! I am going to Jacksonville, Florida! I am going to lounge on the beach and turn goldeny brown and bury myself under a pile of books!
I am also forcing my friends to love Austen the way I do!
LINDSAY: Read this one, and this one!!! MWHAHAHA!
CORINNE & ERIN: It really isn't that big a deal, sweetie.
Speaking of Corinne, she briefly went "insane" over Organic Chemistry. I put insane in quotes because her idea of "insane" is quite different from mine.
LINDSAY INSANITY:
LINDSAY: Oh, LORD!!! I SHALL EXPIRE! I HATE CHEMISTRY AND ITS FACE! IT MAKES BABY JESUS CRY! I SHALL FAIL OUT OF COLLEGE AND JOIN A CONVENT! IT WILL BE LOVELY.
EVERYONE ELSE IN THE DORM: *laugh laugh laugh* We are having a rollicking good time! Yay, being history majors!
LINDSAY: How can you ignore my pain?! Curse you and your happiness!
CORINNE: Hush, Lindsay, it will be alright.
CORINNE INSANITY:
CORINNE: I'm really worried about this test...
LINDSAY: Hush, Corinne, it will be alright.
So, as you can see, we are completely different. She is so much more dramatic than me.
Hmmm, other events in the life of a Lindsay.
I think that I might... Strongly dislike my new genetics teacher. You see, they switch mid-semester. And I thought that this new one was going to be a better lecturer, but that was before I really had a true lecture from him. It's reasonable good, don't get me wrong. He has a strong voice, and he has clear notes. He goes slow enough that I don't get left behind when taking notes. It's the comments he peppers his lecture with...
NEW PROFESSOR: So, we had students do evaluations, and one had an interesting comment to make! Of course, he went on and on about how great I am...
ERIN:...Did he just say that?
LINDSAY: I think so.
NEW PROFESSOR:This theory I came up with, well, it's a real paradigm shift...
LINDSAY: Are you allowed to call your own theory a paradigm shift?
REALLY ARROGANT PROFESSOR: This isn't the way most would teach this to you, but hey- It's my class, we're reading my book, and it's my test.
LINDSAY: I don't think we're going to get along.
RAP: Tralalala! I'm amazing!
Well, this is all I can really think of for now. I need to go study for my Anthropology quiz in the morning.
Drama has been drama, and I'm just staying as clear as I am able. I love you all, and remember-
We will attain Lindsaytopia!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Chronicle Number 15: Manipulation 101-Oh, What I Can Teach You, Grasshopper.
So, I lied. I promised that I would treat you to my presence more often, but I have not. I apologize. I just don't know what you can do without me.
However, this does tie into my first subject of conversation. I think perhaps every semester may start out this way, with "Oh, I have plenty of time! I shall exercise every day, I shall write long blogs to my ardent followers, I shall begin recruitment of the dancing boys!"
Of course, this is met by my teachers with cackling laughter and 1000 word essays. I believe that perhaps at the start of every semester my naivety will be crushed.
Since it is on my mind, I feel the need to share about my (pause for the gnashing of teeth) lab TA. We shall call this a sub-chronicle, that of "Mr. Moody, or Someone. Is. Going. To. Die."
He starts off every lab with "To quote the Black Eyed Peas, let's get it started in here."
He tells Brittany Spears jokes.
They aren't funny.
...Lovely things also happen such as:
RANDOM GIRL: Yeah, I'm taking a spinning class.
MR. MOODY: I tried to take a spinning class, but I got dizzy!
RANDOM GIRL: ...Ha ha!(awkward laughter)
MR. MOODY: Get it? Dizzy! Heh heh!
This wouldn't be that bad, but he actually thinks he's funny! And it's obvious that if you don't laugh at his jokes then your lab grade is going down ten points.
I think I'm about to break. Today in lab, there was a slight unhinging of Lindsay.
LINDSAY: *ominously uncaps her pen, wielding it as a dagger*
ERIN, INTREPID LAB PARTNER: Lindsay, NO! I don't want my lab partner to be sent to jail!
LINDSAY: Just... a tiny... stab...
But it's okay, really! I'll be fine! And Erin (different Erin, friend-Erin isn't in my lab) is quite tall. She can hold me back.
Another reason I haven't been writing is that my life has been full of drama drama lately. Not fun. I decided to be done with girl drama in 10th grade, and it has decided to enter my life through 20 year old men... Oh, not girls fighting over guys, noooo, that would be expected. This is girl drama between the two STRAIGHT men.
This leads me to the title of this lovely chronicle. Boys, don't ever try to have drama the girl way. What I could teach you. You are mere grasshoppers, I am the master. Any girl is the master.
It's strange to me that more women aren't in politics... I think that living through your teen years as a female is like boot camp of political manipulation.
I think men are usually more sensible about this thing.
MAN 1: I'm mad at you!
MAN 2: O Rlly? Whachoo gonna do about it?
MAN 1: I'm gonna punch you in the parking lot!
*They fight*
MAN 2: You okay now?
MAN 1: Yup. We're cool. Let's grab a beer.
This is the way I see man drama, at least. If it isn't, I prefer to keep my illusions.
Anywho, yesterday night I was talking to my friend Jordan about the whole thing, and it led me to wonder if maybe our priorities are out of order.
LINDSAY: This awful, terrible thing happened, because people are petty and mean...
JORDAN: Oh, no!
LINDSAY: And this horrendous thing happened...
JORDAN: That sucks!
LINDSAY: Added to this horrific thing that occurred...
JORDAN: Crap...
LINDSAY: And Okon cut his hair.
JORDAN: THIS IS THE WORST DAY EVER!!!!!!!!!
I'm just hoping that it all blows over.
In good news, I've got somewhere to live next year! Corinne shall be my intrepid teenage roommate! Don't worry, Megan shall not disappear. She shall be an intrepid teenage suitemate.
I'm also figuring out where to go with my classes. Classes this semester are going swimmingly. This doesn't stop me from having meltdowns, of course, but I think that is just my way. :)
I'm off to watch a film for class tomorrow! And I really will try and write more often.
Really!
...
However, this does tie into my first subject of conversation. I think perhaps every semester may start out this way, with "Oh, I have plenty of time! I shall exercise every day, I shall write long blogs to my ardent followers, I shall begin recruitment of the dancing boys!"
Of course, this is met by my teachers with cackling laughter and 1000 word essays. I believe that perhaps at the start of every semester my naivety will be crushed.
Since it is on my mind, I feel the need to share about my (pause for the gnashing of teeth) lab TA. We shall call this a sub-chronicle, that of "Mr. Moody, or Someone. Is. Going. To. Die."
He starts off every lab with "To quote the Black Eyed Peas, let's get it started in here."
He tells Brittany Spears jokes.
They aren't funny.
...Lovely things also happen such as:
RANDOM GIRL: Yeah, I'm taking a spinning class.
MR. MOODY: I tried to take a spinning class, but I got dizzy!
RANDOM GIRL: ...Ha ha!(awkward laughter)
MR. MOODY: Get it? Dizzy! Heh heh!
This wouldn't be that bad, but he actually thinks he's funny! And it's obvious that if you don't laugh at his jokes then your lab grade is going down ten points.
I think I'm about to break. Today in lab, there was a slight unhinging of Lindsay.
LINDSAY: *ominously uncaps her pen, wielding it as a dagger*
ERIN, INTREPID LAB PARTNER: Lindsay, NO! I don't want my lab partner to be sent to jail!
LINDSAY: Just... a tiny... stab...
But it's okay, really! I'll be fine! And Erin (different Erin, friend-Erin isn't in my lab) is quite tall. She can hold me back.
Another reason I haven't been writing is that my life has been full of drama drama lately. Not fun. I decided to be done with girl drama in 10th grade, and it has decided to enter my life through 20 year old men... Oh, not girls fighting over guys, noooo, that would be expected. This is girl drama between the two STRAIGHT men.
This leads me to the title of this lovely chronicle. Boys, don't ever try to have drama the girl way. What I could teach you. You are mere grasshoppers, I am the master. Any girl is the master.
It's strange to me that more women aren't in politics... I think that living through your teen years as a female is like boot camp of political manipulation.
I think men are usually more sensible about this thing.
MAN 1: I'm mad at you!
MAN 2: O Rlly? Whachoo gonna do about it?
MAN 1: I'm gonna punch you in the parking lot!
*They fight*
MAN 2: You okay now?
MAN 1: Yup. We're cool. Let's grab a beer.
This is the way I see man drama, at least. If it isn't, I prefer to keep my illusions.
Anywho, yesterday night I was talking to my friend Jordan about the whole thing, and it led me to wonder if maybe our priorities are out of order.
LINDSAY: This awful, terrible thing happened, because people are petty and mean...
JORDAN: Oh, no!
LINDSAY: And this horrendous thing happened...
JORDAN: That sucks!
LINDSAY: Added to this horrific thing that occurred...
JORDAN: Crap...
LINDSAY: And Okon cut his hair.
JORDAN: THIS IS THE WORST DAY EVER!!!!!!!!!
I'm just hoping that it all blows over.
In good news, I've got somewhere to live next year! Corinne shall be my intrepid teenage roommate! Don't worry, Megan shall not disappear. She shall be an intrepid teenage suitemate.
I'm also figuring out where to go with my classes. Classes this semester are going swimmingly. This doesn't stop me from having meltdowns, of course, but I think that is just my way. :)
I'm off to watch a film for class tomorrow! And I really will try and write more often.
Really!
...
Monday, January 26, 2009
Chronicle Number 14: How I Wish I Hailed From Sea-Kitten High School.
I'm pretty sure I would be empress already if I hailed from sea kitten high school...
Now, I bet you're wondering what that even means. Well, that lovely organization we call PETA, (if only that stood for "People for the Eating of Tasty Animals." Then I'd so be in on that.) has decided that if perhaps we call fish "sea kittens" then people will... be nicer to them? You can even make your own sea kitten on their website. I can already tell how excited you must be. But anywho, this has led them to request Spearfish High School change their name to "Sea Kitten High School."
You can probably imagine what raptures of laughter I went into when I read about this.
LINDSAY: Sea kittens??? BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
This of course led to conversations like:
OLD GENETICS TEACHER: And then they would shake the flies up in vials of radioactive dust and trace where they flew, to see....
LINDSAY: Erin, why doesn't PETA get all angry about the flies? Flies are people too!
ERIN: I don't know! Perhaps if we renamed flies "Winged Kittens," everything would change.
Perhaps my view is a bit skewed, seeing as one of my great goals in life is to hold a barbeque across from a PETA demonstration, hold up signs that said "MEAT IS MURDER- tasty tasty murder!" and laugh. I think I'd have to have fans to waft the smell of roasting pig over the horde of PETA members.
And me being the oh-so-sensitive person that I am, my second reaction is pretty much:
LINDSAY: Fry me up some sea kitten, yo!
What else has happened this week?
Well, my crazy TA broke his foot. This guy is sort of nuts, but I like him. We are now stuck in a tiny classroom without enough seats, but I'm never the very last person there, so I'm okay. Today for the second time, the TA was taking roll, and he looked up when he came to my name and was like
CRAZY TA: Oh. I know what you look like.
LINDSAY: ...I talk too much, don't I?
THE CORINNE IN MY HEAD: I'm pretty sure you should have realized this a long time ago.
I'm in a class with Erin, which is fun, because that means that I have someone to eat breakfast with and walk to class with on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Erin also provides lots of entertainment.
OLD GENETICS TEACHER: Can anybody tell me what type of plants exhibit this type of behavior?
ERIN: FERNS!
OGT:...
ERIN: Wait... Those aren't plants.
OGT:...
LINDSAY: Yes. Yes, Erin. They are plants.
It has been very very cold this last week, which Lindsay will not tolerate. I'm telling you, this needs to stop.
LINDSAY: Global warming, my bum.
It has also been freezing in my chemistry classroom. I'm pretty sure that they've had the AC on. This adds to my theory that the chemistry department secretly wants to kill us all. They're planning it, I'm telling you. Don't believe any crap they give you about me being taken out by rabid squirrels. It's a lie.
LINDSAY: Must... Pay... Attention...
OLD CHEMISTRY TEACHER: Wah wah wah wah wah...
LINDSAY: So... Cold...
OCT: Wah wah waaaaaah wah wah.
LINDSAY: Must... Pay... Oh, screw it. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
I'm joking, I'm joking! I pay attention. But it is a trial. Woe is me.
That seems to be pretty much it. I went to a tournament in Atlanta on Saturday, which led to me starving a bit. When I got back, I pretty much blew into Corinne's room and was like, "FOOD. NOW. ORDER."
But it was fun, and I got to answer a question on John Irving, which made me super excited.
That's all from the college front. I'm going to try to update this more often, I know that makes you cry with joy.
And please, never forget...
We will attain Lindsaytopia!
Now, I bet you're wondering what that even means. Well, that lovely organization we call PETA, (if only that stood for "People for the Eating of Tasty Animals." Then I'd so be in on that.) has decided that if perhaps we call fish "sea kittens" then people will... be nicer to them? You can even make your own sea kitten on their website. I can already tell how excited you must be. But anywho, this has led them to request Spearfish High School change their name to "Sea Kitten High School."
You can probably imagine what raptures of laughter I went into when I read about this.
LINDSAY: Sea kittens??? BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
This of course led to conversations like:
OLD GENETICS TEACHER: And then they would shake the flies up in vials of radioactive dust and trace where they flew, to see....
LINDSAY: Erin, why doesn't PETA get all angry about the flies? Flies are people too!
ERIN: I don't know! Perhaps if we renamed flies "Winged Kittens," everything would change.
Perhaps my view is a bit skewed, seeing as one of my great goals in life is to hold a barbeque across from a PETA demonstration, hold up signs that said "MEAT IS MURDER- tasty tasty murder!" and laugh. I think I'd have to have fans to waft the smell of roasting pig over the horde of PETA members.
And me being the oh-so-sensitive person that I am, my second reaction is pretty much:
LINDSAY: Fry me up some sea kitten, yo!
What else has happened this week?
Well, my crazy TA broke his foot. This guy is sort of nuts, but I like him. We are now stuck in a tiny classroom without enough seats, but I'm never the very last person there, so I'm okay. Today for the second time, the TA was taking roll, and he looked up when he came to my name and was like
CRAZY TA: Oh. I know what you look like.
LINDSAY: ...I talk too much, don't I?
THE CORINNE IN MY HEAD: I'm pretty sure you should have realized this a long time ago.
I'm in a class with Erin, which is fun, because that means that I have someone to eat breakfast with and walk to class with on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Erin also provides lots of entertainment.
OLD GENETICS TEACHER: Can anybody tell me what type of plants exhibit this type of behavior?
ERIN: FERNS!
OGT:...
ERIN: Wait... Those aren't plants.
OGT:...
LINDSAY: Yes. Yes, Erin. They are plants.
It has been very very cold this last week, which Lindsay will not tolerate. I'm telling you, this needs to stop.
LINDSAY: Global warming, my bum.
It has also been freezing in my chemistry classroom. I'm pretty sure that they've had the AC on. This adds to my theory that the chemistry department secretly wants to kill us all. They're planning it, I'm telling you. Don't believe any crap they give you about me being taken out by rabid squirrels. It's a lie.
LINDSAY: Must... Pay... Attention...
OLD CHEMISTRY TEACHER: Wah wah wah wah wah...
LINDSAY: So... Cold...
OCT: Wah wah waaaaaah wah wah.
LINDSAY: Must... Pay... Oh, screw it. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
I'm joking, I'm joking! I pay attention. But it is a trial. Woe is me.
That seems to be pretty much it. I went to a tournament in Atlanta on Saturday, which led to me starving a bit. When I got back, I pretty much blew into Corinne's room and was like, "FOOD. NOW. ORDER."
But it was fun, and I got to answer a question on John Irving, which made me super excited.
That's all from the college front. I'm going to try to update this more often, I know that makes you cry with joy.
And please, never forget...
We will attain Lindsaytopia!
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Chronicle Number 13: All Hail Lindsay, Hot Goddess of the World
The last of my entries was titled "Incommunicado" and that was definitely true. This last month (and a half) I have been extraordinarily uncommunicative. Really, I'm not going to say that's a bad thing, because I was home for much of that time, and I had pretty much decided that I wasn't going to update while I was in Augusta.
But anywho, I guess I shall just ramble on about my life (we will get to the title of this, eventually). I'm not in a terribly comic mood, so perhaps this will be a little boring... But hey, read on if you wish.
The last two weeks of the semester remain a sort of blur to me, as I don't think I was completely sane for much of the time. Then again, when am I ever? There was a lot of
LINDSAY: I will NEVER learn this, I am GOING TO FAIL out of college and DIE IN A GUTTER SOMEWHERE.
MEGAN: Um, you're scaring me, just a little. So I'm going to go.
LINDSAY: AIGH! *headdesk*
I also spent a great deal of time wandering about muttering about Russian tsars, electronic geometry, and logarithmic curves... Other times, I really don't know... I think I blocked it out. There was a moment after the math exam that apparently everyone in the classroom could hear me sobbing and... *shifty eyes* ...cursing... Please don't worry, honestly. I've never reacted that violently to an exam before, and I don't think I ever will again, but that was possibly the most hellish experience of my life. Corinne and I have come up with a metaphor for this entire situation.
You see, high school was like dancing. Through a meadow. With Patrick Dempsey (who, if you don't know, is a delicious hunkahunka burning man). Then we came to college, and suddenly the meadow turns into MORDOR and Patrick turns into SAURON and you're like "OMG, PATRICK! When did you turn into a GIANT FLAMING EYE???!!!!"
Then there came home time, and recovery, and general awesomeness. With that (and my grades, which were not as stellar as I would wish but still good) I realize that these were my first exams, and while hellish, now I know what I am dealing with and can freak out less next time.
Then I came back to Athens, which is both great and terrible. Great, because I missed Athens and having stuff to do, but also terrible because I'd finally gotten used to being with the family again and having nothing to do.
"But Lindsay," You ask, "Why have you not written to us? We miss you! How could you leave us this way?"
Well, my answer, though not particularly interesting, is just that nothing has really happened. I have been extraordinarily boring. (I know, I know, "Lindsay, nothing you do or say could ever bore us!") I've been mostly devoid of GAK! moments that provided hilarity last semester, and without those, the start of a new semester is mostly "Hi, let's talk about the syllabus." Other then that, much of my time was taken up by watching movies and catching up with friends, and obsessing about a certain mule-headed boy that I'm not really going to talk about here, because if he were ever to find this and read it I would have to commit ritual paper cut suicide, and we know where that leads.
ADORING MASSES: *sob in the streets, create monuments, some die of grief*
LINDSAY: *is dead.*
But yesterday we hosted a quizbowl tournament, which you are probably tired of hearing about, but it pretty much guarantees peals of laughter for me, and therefore is something I talk about.
But you see, this is where the title of this chronicle comes in! I was scorekeeping for Tim (mainly because I knew that he wouldn't make me read, and that made me simply giddy from happiness) and there was a team that was there for the first three rounds. They were all guys, and were very funny, which as all know is a direct ticket to my heart... And there was the fact that they treated me with the flirtatious adoration that is my due. Later I ended up as their scorekeeper again, (purely coincidence) and then decided I wanted to see if they would win. Now, perhaps they were flirting because I was, ahem, a female, and they are on quizbowl, and thus sort of unacquainted with this category of human, but they were sweet and funny, (and soooo much more attractive then most quizbowl males) and I needed an ego boost, what with being ignored by certain mule-headed males that better recognize. ("Recognize" is to be said as in ebonics.)
This of course (of course, what do you expect from me and my friends) lead to the decision that I should have a cult in my honor, and in the word of my dear intrepid teenage sidekick, Erin, I "finally have some people who recognize me as the hot goddess of their world."
I love Erin so much for that.
Other hijinks ensued, such as Chiego yelling at Okon for not working, and then promptly checking the quizbowl wiki right after Okon left (Oh, Chiego...) But all went very smoothly and Jordan spent the night at my dorm, which was just made of coolness. Oh, boys... I wonder if you know what kinds of conversations we have about you when you are not around...
At some point yesterday I realized that my crush sort of curled up and died, like a dog in the street, which makes me glad. Mule-head purchased an express ticket to the friend zone... He might be able to redeem himself, but I kind of doubt it. It's all good, I have the cult and the dancing boys to replace him.
I will try to keep up with this better, I swear. Even if I have to bore you with the details of my nonexistent love-life. Perhaps it is all for the best, seeing as any boyfriend I get better be ready. This crazy is real, baby.
It's all real. ;)
But anywho, I guess I shall just ramble on about my life (we will get to the title of this, eventually). I'm not in a terribly comic mood, so perhaps this will be a little boring... But hey, read on if you wish.
The last two weeks of the semester remain a sort of blur to me, as I don't think I was completely sane for much of the time. Then again, when am I ever? There was a lot of
LINDSAY: I will NEVER learn this, I am GOING TO FAIL out of college and DIE IN A GUTTER SOMEWHERE.
MEGAN: Um, you're scaring me, just a little. So I'm going to go.
LINDSAY: AIGH! *headdesk*
I also spent a great deal of time wandering about muttering about Russian tsars, electronic geometry, and logarithmic curves... Other times, I really don't know... I think I blocked it out. There was a moment after the math exam that apparently everyone in the classroom could hear me sobbing and... *shifty eyes* ...cursing... Please don't worry, honestly. I've never reacted that violently to an exam before, and I don't think I ever will again, but that was possibly the most hellish experience of my life. Corinne and I have come up with a metaphor for this entire situation.
You see, high school was like dancing. Through a meadow. With Patrick Dempsey (who, if you don't know, is a delicious hunkahunka burning man). Then we came to college, and suddenly the meadow turns into MORDOR and Patrick turns into SAURON and you're like "OMG, PATRICK! When did you turn into a GIANT FLAMING EYE???!!!!"
Then there came home time, and recovery, and general awesomeness. With that (and my grades, which were not as stellar as I would wish but still good) I realize that these were my first exams, and while hellish, now I know what I am dealing with and can freak out less next time.
Then I came back to Athens, which is both great and terrible. Great, because I missed Athens and having stuff to do, but also terrible because I'd finally gotten used to being with the family again and having nothing to do.
"But Lindsay," You ask, "Why have you not written to us? We miss you! How could you leave us this way?"
Well, my answer, though not particularly interesting, is just that nothing has really happened. I have been extraordinarily boring. (I know, I know, "Lindsay, nothing you do or say could ever bore us!") I've been mostly devoid of GAK! moments that provided hilarity last semester, and without those, the start of a new semester is mostly "Hi, let's talk about the syllabus." Other then that, much of my time was taken up by watching movies and catching up with friends, and obsessing about a certain mule-headed boy that I'm not really going to talk about here, because if he were ever to find this and read it I would have to commit ritual paper cut suicide, and we know where that leads.
ADORING MASSES: *sob in the streets, create monuments, some die of grief*
LINDSAY: *is dead.*
But yesterday we hosted a quizbowl tournament, which you are probably tired of hearing about, but it pretty much guarantees peals of laughter for me, and therefore is something I talk about.
But you see, this is where the title of this chronicle comes in! I was scorekeeping for Tim (mainly because I knew that he wouldn't make me read, and that made me simply giddy from happiness) and there was a team that was there for the first three rounds. They were all guys, and were very funny, which as all know is a direct ticket to my heart... And there was the fact that they treated me with the flirtatious adoration that is my due. Later I ended up as their scorekeeper again, (purely coincidence) and then decided I wanted to see if they would win. Now, perhaps they were flirting because I was, ahem, a female, and they are on quizbowl, and thus sort of unacquainted with this category of human, but they were sweet and funny, (and soooo much more attractive then most quizbowl males) and I needed an ego boost, what with being ignored by certain mule-headed males that better recognize. ("Recognize" is to be said as in ebonics.)
This of course (of course, what do you expect from me and my friends) lead to the decision that I should have a cult in my honor, and in the word of my dear intrepid teenage sidekick, Erin, I "finally have some people who recognize me as the hot goddess of their world."
I love Erin so much for that.
Other hijinks ensued, such as Chiego yelling at Okon for not working, and then promptly checking the quizbowl wiki right after Okon left (Oh, Chiego...) But all went very smoothly and Jordan spent the night at my dorm, which was just made of coolness. Oh, boys... I wonder if you know what kinds of conversations we have about you when you are not around...
At some point yesterday I realized that my crush sort of curled up and died, like a dog in the street, which makes me glad. Mule-head purchased an express ticket to the friend zone... He might be able to redeem himself, but I kind of doubt it. It's all good, I have the cult and the dancing boys to replace him.
I will try to keep up with this better, I swear. Even if I have to bore you with the details of my nonexistent love-life. Perhaps it is all for the best, seeing as any boyfriend I get better be ready. This crazy is real, baby.
It's all real. ;)
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