Chronicle Number Six: Back by Popular Demand, AKA Mark

*is sheepish*

I know, I know. I haven't been here in awhile.

In my defense, I have a sort of excuse... I don't think it's a good one, but when has that ever stopped me before?

If I were to actually write a blog before last thursday, it would not have been a blog at all. It would have consisted of:

"AIGH!!!*headdesk*"

I didn't think that would satisfy your rabid interest in my life.

But all the same, what can you do without me? I'll tell you what you do. You wither. You wither into mere husks of yourselves. And what am I to do with friend-husks? Shall I make friend-husk dolls? I think I would have to combine you, and that would be no fun. Mark, I saw you this weekend, and I could just see you wasting away.

So, what is going on in my life, you ask? What has been occupying my hallowed brain?

Weeeeell, the reason I was insane for about a week was...

Chemistry.

Now, chemistry is actually very easy. For now, its all review, and that is pretty easy. However, my teacher likes putting the fear of Atwood in his poor defenseless students.

LINDSAY: Hmm. This problem is pretty easy. I like it.
ATWOOD: The problems on the test are nothing like this. They are TEN times harder. No, A THOUSAND times harder. No, a MILLIEON* TIMES HARDER!!! BWHAHAHAHA!
LINDSAY: *cries*

*To be read in funny evil sorcerer voice

This was a dark time in my life. It was full of me systematically beating my head into a wall. Mother, please understand that I am being metaphorical here. Did you see any bruises?

But I took my test, and made good grades, and had a good french class (I know, I know, GASP!SHOCK!AW!) So things have been better.

I also got to go to six flags! That was equal parts WHEE! and AIGH!

But I'm sleepy.

So I'm going to bed. (I don't think this was actually very funny. But I'm tired. So Pbbbt.)