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!