Chronicle Number 21: Liar Liar Full of Lies (But Still Not As Bad As China)

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?